Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars Page #6

- Most of my life.

Assisted their dying rituals.

Passage to the other side.

- Then you know their psyche.

- As much as possible.

Assist me

with that knowledge.

Welcome to my flagship.

That was a temple

you nuked down there.

An act of precaution.

Requisite in times of war.

As is truth-seeking.

The Luxan and Nebari

who are traveling with you?

Gone... a short while

before we came.

Strange. I always assumed

His Highness was male.

A tumor. Not long to live.

I would agree.

Take the Hynerian

to separate barracks.

Stop it. Let go of me!

I find it troubling that Humans

and Sebaceans can propagate together,

and intriguing.

How could you know that he

was pregnant with their child?

The same way I knew

to find you here.

- A traitor.

- But who?

Grunschlk.

Ah, they say one traitor

can always

recognize another.

If you hadn't facilitated

Crichton's earlier escape,

there would be peace now.

With you the Supreme Ruler?

A position I know

you dream of, Scorpius.

You, John Crichton, are alive

for one reason only.

I will have the

wormhole technology you possess.

If not, War Minister Ahkna

will pleasure herself

torturing the Hynerian

and the abomination

in his belly.

You have one arn to decide.

Here, here.

Options?

It's not ready.

They have Rygel and the sand is

trickling though the hourglass.

- We can't give them wormhole weapons.

- They don't know that.

And I can give them

the middle finger.

You don't know

what you're doing.

I never do.

You, give them nothing!

Let's make a deal.

One power source.

Two compartments,

forward and last.

More intense,

and smaller.

And here.

That's it.

That's it.

Excellent.

I'll be able to stop 'em cold

with three perfect shots.

Why three? You usually

slay me with just one.

Rygel's invited us

to Hyneria.

Thought I could do

some work with my hands.

Plant some food,

make some wine.

Oh.

Hey, Godzilla,

let's get this over with.

- You have something to give me?

- Yeah.

I got something you don't

get very often. The truth.

- I can't give you wormhole weapons.

- Then you will die.

You're asking for a kilo of pure

wormhole technology which I don't have!

But I can take you

to a guy that does.

In exchange,

you give me Rygel.

Undamaged, free and clear.

Give me the coordinates!

It doesn't work like that.

You are immune to the probing.

'Cause I always speak the truth.

Okay, here's how it works.

We go in my module

down a wormhole to the

source of ultimate power.

It's a two-seater.

Me and one other.

It's the only safe way

to get there.

The emperor will never go alone

with you in your craft!

I will accompany him.

Yes, always good to see who wears

the britches in a relationship.

No!

Set a course to rejoin the battle group

at the water planet.

We shall leave

as soon as I return.

It's a question of balls.

The ball's in his court.

How would they react?

I see. If faced

with such a moral choice,

the Scarrans would still choose

to slaughter innocents.

A conundrum:
How to tap into

their morality. I must think.

- Is there progress?

- A great deal.

- I will soon be able to influence their passions.

- Excellent.

In the temple, you said,

"Peacekeepers, do your duty."

What did you mean?

I had forgotten

that you had forgotten.

At the dawn of our period of usefulness,

27,000 cycles ago,

we developed need of a guard,

a race no one had quarrel with.

A force to insure

harmony prevailed

once negotiations

had finished.

Peacekeepers.

Apparently your forebears

attempted to carry on

once we vanished.

However, lacking

our mediation abilities,

they kept peace

the only way they could:

At the muzzle of a weapon.

And that's why

they're hated.

It wasn't such

at the beginning.

We took great care to choose

a species no one had met before.

We found your kind primitive,

barely clothed.

Far removed on

the galaxy's outer spiral.

Having brought some

of you back,

your evolution was accelerated

with generous alterations

until you became

our trusted acolytes.

The emperor wants

this one maintained.

However, I would consider it

a personal favor

should he die

of explainable causes.

I grow weary.

We'll stop for coffee

on the way back.

There is a problem?

Take your hand off me.

You know what

you have to do, John.

Yeah, I know exactly

what I have to do.

Just crash the module.

No more Staleek.

No more Crichton.

No more Aeryn.

No more anyone.

Do you think War Minister Psycho-Drama's

gonna be a kindler, gentler soul?

Somebody else's problem.

But you would've done your duty.

Get your hand off me.

Please take your hand off me.

Get your hand off me.

We shall return to my ship.

There is no wormhole here.

We're catching the 7:15 to Enlightenment.

It's just a little late.

I have been informed

you plot escape.

- We are prisoners with no weapons.

- None here.

But perhaps out there.

I promise you. You will never

be reunited with your baby.

I'm sure your mother wished

the same thing.

How brave you are.

Ordinance Officer, fire!

Fire!

- D'Argo!

- They know where we are!

Fire!

You can stop now.

You've proved your point.

The Luxans are

like Peacekeepers.

Soon to be enslaved or dead.

Fire.

You...

Enshrine their souls,

end their suffering

and guide the passage

of D'Argo and Chiana

to their place of rest.

Cannot a Luxan survive

in space?

Quarter arn.

Maybe a little longer.

Scarran brutality

surprises me.

They will be difficult

to influence.

The Scarran blood

that runs through my veins

knows more than

you'll ever know.

The first scent of interference,

you'll be as dead as D'Argo.

And then the...

There is only one path

out of this prison.

We must fight our way out!

Bingo.

This is the source

of your knowledge?

That and the back

of cereal boxes.

Cinch up your diaper, big boy.

The first time is

always the worst.

This is normal?

No. The module's overweighted.

We got a big bubba in 2-B.

Last chance, John. Veer into

the wall of the wormhole.

It'll be over fast.

Nope. Child's gonna have

a father.

I hope it's a boy.

Boy, girl, either is fine.

Buckle up.

Check it out. I'm Rudolph

the Red-nosed Reindeer.

You have violated

our trust.

He has my family.

Unimportant

to the greater agenda.

They are my greater agenda.

- Why have you brought him here?

- Who is this creature?

You can call him Einstein.

I suggest you do it nicely.

Staleek!

Staleek, he can wrap time

round his little finger.

The whoo-doo voodoo

is not gonna work.

Einstein, do you possess

the knowledge of wormholes?

Yes.

Can these wormholes

be made into weapons?

Yes.

- Then you will give me that power!

- No.

Hang on. I can find a wormhole,

and fly down one.

Right?

With the rudimentary knowledge

we have given you.

Can I make a weapon?

You cannot.

Why not?

Because no one

should have that power.

Exactly!

Listen up.

This is your universe.

This is your universe

on wormholes.

You mess with the natural order,

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