Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars Page #7

you destroy multiple time lines.

I will have that power!

Humbling, ain't it?

Returning here was wrong.

I have to protect

the people I love.

And you owe me for putting

that crap in my head.

It may soon be prudent

to remove it.

Amen. I wanna be

blond again.

You truly cannot create

wormhole weapons.

We should get back

before Rygel damages your wife.

Absolutely not.

Our best opportunity

is when or if

Crichton walks through those doors, we must

try to escape!

Not without my child.

A disagreement past

its time.

- You should be dead.

- And how was your day?

I saw a wreckage

on the way in.

They killed Chiana

and D'Argo.

Is Yondalao good to go?

Apparently not.

Well, Staleek's

gonna give us Rygel.

You've traded ultimate power

for an unborn offspring.

No. I gave it to him.

You know why?

Because he's such a nice guy!

But the funny thing is

I don't have anything to give.

So, Chiana and D'Argo,

me being chased around

the galaxy for years,

everything,

it's all for nothing.

Your ranting aside,

we still have no way out.

I wouldn't be so sure.

You have to do something.

Time to transfer the baby.

When I am ordered.

However, I can

give you something

to eliminate the pain completely.

Oh, that would be great. Hurry!

Aah!

Whose orders override mine?

War Minister Ahkna.

I had no choice.

You will die

when I order it.

Okay.

If I knew my word

was useless...

The Luxan stealth craft,

I discovered and destroyed.

The presence of Scorpius who

has already betrayed you once,

and the constant ability of these creatures

to plague us with resistance.

Add these up, and they should die for our own

security.

Scorpius is a commander

in our enemy's armada.

Officer Sun

a former pilot.

Who knows what information

may be coerced from them!

- It's not worth the risk.

- Stop seeing Vitubian vipers in every shadow.

And never countermand

my orders again!

Here, have him!

Did they do anything

to you?

No.

This maintains my portion

of the accord.

Beyond this,

I promise nothing.

With deference,

Your Eminence.

- Who are you?

- Hierarch Yondalao.

Triumvirate Council.

Eidelon faction

of neutrality.

There is no such thing

as neutrality.

You travel with my prisoners,

you are a prisoner.

Emperor Staleek,

you wish power,

acknowledgement of

your personal intelligence,

and to gain acceptance

in the upper echelon

of civilizations.

What do you know of my aims?

Only that there are many

paths to accomplish them.

War is our path.

At the peace table,

we know how we're viewed:

Brutish, ignorant.

Then what greater victory

than to prove them wrong?

And without the loss

of a single Scarran...

life.

I am listening.

Now you will tell me this one

Human holds such fascination

that Scorpius would desert,

the Scarran emperor

would pursue.

And we would all tremble at the

power of his magical wormholes.

Did you not tell me

Crichton was powerless?

His doomsday weapon

a myth?

That was my belief.

This moment, however,

is not without opportunity.

Agreed.

Knowing the emperor's

whereabouts

allows us to negotiate

a peace proposal

before our position

becomes so eroded

as to be laughable.

Yes, my love.

Of course.

It also gives us the opportunity to surprise the

Scarran leader

and decapitate his empire.

The sudden chaos in their ranks

might tip the balance.

And if that fails?

No, I will not be remembered

by history

as the commander under whom

Peacekeeperdom fell.

No, my love.

You will not.

Because despite your station,

you are weak.

I say again that which

I have said before.

Death is preferable to subjugation under

Scarran rule.

They must be defeated.

How?

Chiana.

Father.

Not quite the

Luxan greeting, but...

- What are you doing here?

- Right now?

Saving your life.

Thanks.

Jothee, shouldn't we

be running?

Our concealment technology is three

generations beyond yours.

We could pull up beside 'em and they wouldn't

know we're here.

So, you're in command now.

- He's a cleaver.

- Cleaver?

- Field officer.

- Which means he's got brains.

The rest of us

just like to fight.

What are you doing here?

We've been following

the emperor for quite some time.

And then, there you were.

We gotta take

the crown head out,

but his ship

is pretty well impenetrable.

One would think.

Is this accurate?

Looks like we could

take him out in four shots.

Three.

Yes, that sounds

quite reasonable.

Absolutely. We're walking

into Federationville here.

You cross the T's.

You dot the lower case J's,

and we're good to go.

Emperor,

could you review the accord

- that you wish all of us to agree to?

- Of course.

At the core of

the matter is the perception

that Crichton can create

wormhole weapons.

If I propose an armistice

to the Peacekeepers

with Crichton by my side,

they will naturally assume

he has bestowed a military edge

upon the Scarran Empire.

The Grand Chancellor

is no gambler.

He would indeed

choose peace over a war

he knows he would lose.

Being benevolent,

I will then propose an accord

which favors us in mining rights

and trade balance, whilst

allowing complete self-rule

of all Peacekeeper territories.

And I'm out, right?

You shall be released

upon the signing.

And a great many lives will be saved by

everybody sim...

Do you really wish

to broker peace with an enemy

you are certain to destroy?

What is this?

It is the proper course

of action.

If your kind has a prayer

for the dying,

fill your mind with it now

that you may be comforted.

He's passing over.

The secret of peace is lost.

It's not good.

Stark, give him last rites.

Oh, I cannot.

I'm beneath him.

Astro Boy, you can take his power, protect his

gift.

Oh, no, I cannot.

Stark, you can!

You're a Stykara.

I've seen you do amazing things.

When you pass someone over,

you take what they know.

- Help him help us.

- Quickly before he dies.

No, I cannot!

Aeryn, help me!

No, no!

No, no!

My mask!

Don't touch me!

- What have we done?

- I don't know.

Something good

or something very bad.

Hey, hey.

We're gonna have to

transfer the baby now.

Now?

- Can you remember what to do?

- I think so.

- You stay with him. Where's the transfer kit?

- Over there.

- Where?

- There!

- It's gas.

- What?

- You gotta be kiddin' me!

- They're entombing us.

Saleek, this is very unoriginal.

What does this do?

- Paralytic embalming agent.

- Stark.

Preserves living tissue

without harming the brain.

Scarrans use it on specimens

they wish to dissect

whilst they're still alive.

Stay with me.

Breathe, Rygel, breathe.

- You've ruined my life.

- I know.

This war is not your responsibility.

How am I supposed to protect you

from the Peacekeepers

and the Scarrans and the Tregans

and the lions and tigers and bears?

This is what you want.

No, Aeryn, it is not

what I wantl

It's just that fate keeps blocking all the exits.

And no matter what I do,

I just keep circling

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