Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars Page #4

with a fire hose!

Sounds like a marriage

to me.

So,

upon my pronouncement,

may these two

be joined as one

and evermore

let nothing come be...

No!

Pilot!

What the hell is that?

We're under attack

by Tregans!

You, hide.

Reporting multiple

harpoon strikes.

Each with a hauling line attached.

- Can Moya free herself?

- There are too manyl

The Tregan ship

is already pulling us in.

We're still in Peacekeeper territory.

Most likely they're mercenaries.

- What does that mean for us?

- They're probably less likely to take prisoners.

I've counted at least seven

two-man craft coming towards us.

They'll attempt

to incapacitate Pilot

and cripple Moya's

vital systems.

One way or another, this will all be over in half

an hour.

- These guys work for the Peacekeepers?

- Quite likely.

Right. You're with me.

I wanna hear those pass codes.

If the Dark Lord here can't convince them

we're a Peacekeeper vessel,

make sure you have

an outstanding plan "B."

We'll protect

neurocluster.

Chiana, Sikozu, go

find Caa'ta and Pikal

and keep them safe.

- What about me?

- How best can you help?

- I can stay out of your way.

- Excellent.

This may not go

as smoothly as you'd hoped.

What? You don't do improv?

When I received the signal

you were still alive,

my departure from Peacekeeper

service was less than sanctioned.

Meaning what?

You there, hold position.

We're about to find out.

Do you know who I am?

Scorpius.

I take it, you are sentries

for this sector, yes?

I wasn't informed

you were out here, sir.

Nor do you know it now,

lest it cost you your life.

In special service

to the Grand Chancellor,

I order you to release

and vacate this ship.

That won't happen.

And you are?

Chief of my vessel.

Our orders are

to commandeer any ship

not broadcasting

a Peacekeeper ident.

My mission would be jeopardized

by advertising such a beacon.

Your mission is more

than jeopardized.

It is over!

Who is in charge here?

Whom should I be addressing?

And who is going to take

the blame?

Chief, release the harpoons.

On Scorpius' authority.

Your command code, sir.

767 decahelot.

Scorpius, it is an honor

to meet you face-to-face.

That's a damn nice set

of body armor.

Does that come in blue?

What the hell did you do

when you left the fatherland?

- Kill the goose that lays the golden egg?

- Deserted my post.

What? For little ol' me?

It's amazing what a man will do

when he's in love.

Pilot, anything

you can do to help?

- Not without killing you also.

- Hold that thought and be ready to duck.

- Who's taking fire?

- Who isn't?

You all right?

Other than being shot at by the

Electric Mayhem, I'm fantastic!

You must stay hidden.

And you?

Your sensitivity is

of much more value

when we are meeting

our ancestors.

It is my function

to assure your safe arrival.

- But...

- There is no time to argue.

Three of them

heading parallel to us.

You can see that?

I can with my new eyes.

Two.

Son of a b*tch!

- Pilot, stay down!

- I can't!

We have to get outta here

before Pilot gets shot.

What we need is

the release transmitter.

- Where is that?

- Over there with the head Treg.

Fine. Surrender or die!

You enjoy this,

don't you, Crichton?

You know this species?

Then dead is okay.

You never struck me as the type

who would want children.

You either, huh?

He wants it so badly.

So I do.

You'll come around when you see the little guy

in person.

I hope so.

All right, lover boy,

get ready to cover me.

Are you having fun yet, John?

You call that covering fire?

No more Tregans aboard.

That's good news, Pilot.

However, they're

still reeling us in.

- Because we can't release the harpoons.

- Why not?

'Cause somebody sent

the transmitter down the abyss.

This transmitter,

what does it look like?

A star-shaped medallion.

- Pilot?

- All lines disengaged.

We're free!

Ooh! Guess they figured out

their captain's dead.

Rygel?

Pilot, can Moya starburst?

She will try.

That's our girl.

This is not good.

Rygel? Rygel?

Don't get your knickers

in a twist.

The baby is all right.

I'm terribly upset

I failed to detect the Tregans.

1812, pipe down.

I was so preoccupied with other duties,

they snuck up on us.

That's all right, Pilot. You're a few thousand

mistakes behind the rest of us.

Hey, Pilot, how much is this gonna

slow us down getting to Arnessk?

The answer, Commander,

is not at all.

Excellent.

Okay, I'm lost.

Not lost.

- Your business?

- Hiya, Jool.

- You.

- Me.

- Crichton. You?

- Crichton.

- You are crazy.

- I knew you wouldn't forget me.

The more we were apart,

the more I knew you'd realize

that you are meant

to be with...

Aeryn.

- Jool.

- Get your own fantasy, they're having my baby.

Baby?

And it goes without saying

you show deference and respect.

- Absolutely.

- Please, don't embarrass me.

Excellent acoustics,

are they not?

Perhaps you'd care

to lead us in prayer.

Apologies, Hierarch Yondalao.

I was explaining to them...

So you are the pilgrims

who purport to be our heirs?

Not us. Just him. Go.

We understood all

of our descendants to be gone.

Though we trace ourselves

to your lineage, my people

have lost the ability, but not

the desire to influence peace.

Troubling.

And exhilarating.

I shall confer

with the other conciliators

and notify you

when the matter can be assessed.

I told you this was

a waste of time.

Myths are rarely satisfying upon examination.

Hierarch, please.

You know me.

I know these travelers.

They are honorable.

Why do you send them away?

I do not. I simply require time

to examine the issue.

But, but with great respect.

What is there to examine?

Pikal is an Eidelon

like you.

We have awakened

from 12,000 cycles of sleep.

What pertinence can we have

to your galaxy now?

But the war.

The deaths, the slaughters!

Peacekeepers, do your duty!

The horror!

Sit.

May I speak?

The Peacekeeper

shall be heard.

We apologize for invading

your sanctuary.

And we understand

you have reason for caution.

But what could be

more pertinent in this time,

or any, than the ability

to inspire peace?

Even if he's Eidelon,

how can this one supplicant

help that cause?

You are few here,

and Pikal's people are many.

With your instruction,

they could become

a great force for peace.

Though the Peacekeeper

provides sound counsel,

I still sustain reservations

that must be meditated upon.

Peacekeepers, clear the temple.

Can you believe this?

Somebody wants us

to be Peacekeepers.

Are you assassin?

No! I'm just the guy

without a brain.

The Lion here would like

some courage.

Tin Man, he needs a heart.

Toto here just wants an easy birth.

And Dorothy here, she is

just looking for a way home.

Now we're not gonna be here

tomorrow so I suggest

you take a long hard look

at our broomstick.

He is your heir!

An Eidelon.

As youths, we open our faces

to the universe,

absorbing the joy and anguish

all creatures feel.

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