Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars Page #8

closer to the flame.

Breathe, Rygel, breathe.

- Rygel?

- Rygel!

He's unconscious. I'm gonna have to

get him up, get him outta this gas.

Gas. Is this stuff

flammable?

Preservatives?

Combustible.

At a very high temperature.

- You can ignite it?

- The gas is smothering my receptors.

Come on, we're gonna get you

to higher ground.

On my count.

One, two, three!

So basically you're going

to blow us up.

Whoa! Whoa!

I can direct it. Find cover.

- What was that explosion?

- Internal. Level 21.

Insurgency teams to containment quarters. All

teams, now!

- Explosion at mid ship on the Decimator.

- Crichton.

- Those are not internal.

- All systems off-line.

Stark, weapons.

We all need weapons.

Feel like killing someone?

Okay, maybe not.

We need more than weapons.

We need a plan.

- We have to transfer the baby.

- Now?

His pulse is slowing.

He's dying.

Okay, okay.

John, Aeryn, are you there?

I'm hearing dead people.

"D," how are you alive?

Long story.

Can I give you a ride?

- Absolutely. In what?

- It's gonna be a big surprise.

You stay put. We got a fix

on you. We'll come to you.

You heard him.

This is the Alamo.

Brace.

Go!

Chiana, call Peacekeeper Command,

confirm our coordinates.

Go!

Good luck.

Luxan commandoes

confirmed aboard, sir.

Secure my ship!

Aeryn, we gotta hurry.

I'm losing a pulse here.

- Here they come!

- Ready when you are.

Man, am I glad

you're not awake for this.

All right. You might feel

a little pressure.

Hold still. Hold still!

- War Minister Ahkna, report.

- Positioning to cut them off now!

I'm really sorry

about this, baby.

Just get it right

the first time.

- Nobody gets it right the first time.

- Wait!

Are you okay?

I'm pregnant.

- I'm running out of ammunition.

- As me.

- Well done.

- Thank you.

Rygel, you all right?

Thank you.

- He's out again.

- What is this?

Whatever you put in

my head is gonna explode!

You're not gonna be the only thing around here

exploding if D'Argo doesn't show up.

Stop acting like a bunch

of losers and look down!

Hey, the cavalry's here.

Okay, stand back.

It's no good.

We can't get through.

It's Dorian ore.

It's pulse resistant.

How are we supposed

to get to you?

I don't know. All the lifts are sealed.

We better make it quick.

Our surprise is wearing off.

Stand aside!

Get back!

All right,

ladies and children first.

You look great.

- I'm pregnant again.

- Congratulations.

Don't you touch me!

Catch!

Feel free to stay and cover our retreat.

Holy crap!

It's good to see you, Jothee.

Yeah, who'd have guessed?

Good to see you too.

We done?

Quick! Go, go, go, go!

Get out! Go!

Get outta here! Move, move!

Damage repair immediately.

The Peacekeeper armada

is sure to be on its way.

And we are sitting fodder! Move!

Coming through!

Here.

Go, get in!

You guys are a mess.

Everybody hang the frell on!

You've grown, dude.

Yeah? Well, it's the armor.

I'll take over, Sergeant.

You take care of the engine.

Sir.

So was this

a planned reunion?

You got any backup

out there?

Well, they can't maneuver

or fire so we're good to go.

Nice work, Cleaver.

Yeah. Well, the old man

had a lot to do with it.

Peacekeeper armada confirmed

on scanned perimeter.

Tell me.

When will we stop

following this Human

and start imposing

our agenda on him?

We already have.

Crichton insists he will

not build a wormhole weapon.

He insists he can't.

Human insistence.

Nothing more than a futile attempt

to avoid action they insist

they will never take!

He will help us?

Never.

But he will help Aeryn

and his new child.

Luxan penetrator out and away.

See you back in Kajargan.

- Safe journey. Can I speak to Jothee?

- Sure.

You need a guide to get through

Peacekeeper-controlled space.

Chiana was the first person

since your mother

that I really cared about.

I'm glad you and Chiana

are back together.

Day by day.

Trust takes time.

Yes, it does.

I'm not worthy.

I'm not worthy.

I'm not worthy.

Can't do that, can't do that.

I can't do it.

John, where are you going?

We can see the comms are open.

Would you answer please?

Frell.

Scarrans continue to fight.

It is clearly

Staleek's vanguard.

We're outnumbered

and under attack.

The command carrier

is heavily damaged.

We are unable to defend it.

Ma'am, the grand chancellor

is dead.

A great tragedy for our people.

Arrange a ship-wide

memorial service.

And set a course

for Captain Braca's location immediately.

With respect, ma'am,

High Command is sending

Vice Chancellor Vosler...

Don't let the belly

fool you, Lieutenant.

You were aware of my status?

Commandant, ma'am.

- Within this battle group, who outranks me?

- No one.

Then send apologies

to the vice chancellor

for the extra distance

he will have to travel.

And set a course

for Captain Braca's location now.

Ma'am.

Your assumptions

were correct, Excellency.

My spy informs me that the water planet

Crichton previously visited

was populated by a species

called Eidelon.

Yes.

Same as the frelling creature

they brought on board

to cloud my mind.

Obviously a plan

to defeat us with trickery.

All speed to the water planet.

Crichton is no longer

our only threat.

Inform me when every single

Eidelon is dead.

It's time!

Indeed.

Unlock the knowledge.

I have to make peace.

- Time...

- Flies.

- Time...

- Bandits.

- Time...

- Wounds all heals.

- Time...

- Rosemary and...

Time...

Time ends.

Crichton, you possess it,

don't you?

Don't... touch me!

The secret to victory.

The violent path to peace.

Congratulations, John!

Damn, it's big!

It's bigger than big!

These wormhole weapon plans

are complicated.

But I think we can build it

to budget.

- My head is killing me.

- Give the man a hard hat.

Oh, you MBA types.

I didn't get this

for you.

Ladies.

This project, John,

is for both of us.

"Coming this year,

Wormhole weapons to the stars.

Harvey and John's Construction

and Engineering."

John and Harvey.

I can make us a new sign.

You agreed to do the job.

Now we gotta build it.

We're on my time table.

You're fired!

You went there, didn't you?

I went the whole way there.

- I didn't want you to do that.

- Yes, you did.

Everybody wants to see

the great big wormhole weapon.

I want to see war

turned into peace.

War and peace. War and peace.

Did you know that

Woody Allen's version

is better than Tolstoy's

because it is funnier?

And absolute power

corrupts absolutely.

Where the hell's my pen?

Where's my pen?

This is what you want.

This is what you want!

No, Aeryn, it is not

what I want!

It's just that fate keeps

blocking all the exits.

And no matter what I do, I just keep circling

closer to the flame.

Then pull back.

This war is not

your responsibility.

You and the baby

are my responsibility.

And how am I supposed to protect

you from the Peacekeepers

and the Scarrans and the Tregans and the

lions and tigers and bears?

With this?

This gun?

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