Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars Page #9

No gun is big enough.

We still have Stark

and the Eidelons.

It's not enough.

This is enough.

Wormholes.

What's inside my head.

This is ugly,

and it is malignant.

- But it will protect you and the baby...

- Ah, you see?

You don't just protect me.

We protect each other.

Did you feel that?

It kicked.

I can really feel it

alive inside me.

Here, Starky.

I don't remember

him being like this.

Nobody does.

Toad, what's with

the waterworks?

- I miss the baby!

- What baby?

- He had a baby?

- It's kind of a twisted story.

It's the chemical imbalance

in his system

from carrying the child.

He will recover

eventually.

Are you all right?

I'm quite fine.

I can't do this

without your help, Pilot.

Or is it Moya's?

This will be used

as a weapon against others?

Worse case scenario, yeah.

If I understand correctly,

it has the power to kill

tens of thousands.

For starters.

Are you capable

of using this?

Yes.

Then I don't know you

as I thought.

So you'll be starting

with me then?

Someone points a gun

at your head, what do you do?

You defend yourself.

And that is why

we have to build this.

No one has a weapon pointed

to your head.

God, Pilot! Everybody's got

a weapon pointed at my head!

There are other options.

Explain that to the millions who will die

in the meantime.

Is that truly your concern?

Or is it Aeryn and

your un-birthed offspring

you wish to protect?

That's my family, Pilot.

Everything begins

with family.

Scarrans!

- What the hell is happening?

- We're in a crossfire.

What are the Scarrans

doing here?

Pilot,

get us out of here.

How're the Eidelons holding up?

Their city

is also under attack.

There are too many of them!

What? No hailing? Not even

on our part to surrender?

Pilot, what are you doing?

Not me! It's Moya!

She's heading

into the ocean!

Crank!

See? Fate.

Can Moya do this?

She's done it.

She should be watertight.

Should be?

Harpoon holes

notwithstanding.

Don't fool yourselves.

The pressure differential

down here

compared to the vacuum

of space is huge!

We will flood!

Pilot, where is Moya intending

to go exactly? Pilot?

Welcome to the bottom.

Pilot, we have

light showers in here.

What are we seeing

everywhere else?

Sikozu's assessment

is accurate.

Many tiers

are taking on water.

If we're going to make peace, we have to get

Stark to the Eidelons.

- Okay. How do we get back to the surface?

- Transport pod.

If Moya's not watertight, then

transport pods won't be either.

We'll have to make one

watertight. Come along.

Where is Stark?

I can't locate him, Commander.

Yeah, right here.

Don't get

your minivox in a twist.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

But Stark went

completely fahrbot

when he heard the Scarrans

blowing the Hedsmana

out of the Eidelons.

- Where is he?

- Don't know.

I'm on tier 7.

Hard to track him

through the water.

I'll check the lower tiers.

I got topside.

We're going to need

more weapons on the surface.

- I'll raid the armory.

- Right. Be careful.

I'm pregnant,

not incapacitated, John.

Right. Pregnant.

Come on, Stark!

Give it up!

You act like you're high

half the time,

but we got an ocean

ten feet above our heads.

Holy crap.

Anybody see him yet?

Nope, but when I do

you're gonna know

because I'm gonna

rip his arm out.

He's not on the lower tiers.

All right.

You go to the bow.

- I got the aft.

- My pleasure.

Stark, I know

what you're feeling.

You got something in your head

that everybody wants.

Something that never should've

been there in the first place.

I promise you,

we'll get it out.

We damn well

better get it out.

Approaching water planet.

One damaged command carrier

on scans.

Multiple Scarran ships

bombarding her.

Do we have surprise?

From all indications, no cannons

swiveling to our vector.

Have you isolated

the emperor's vessel?

Not yet.

Then target all craft equally.

Shock wears off quickly,

ladies and gentlemen.

You know how I change my mind

about things sometimes?

I get so excited.

I say I'm gonna do it

and I really...

frelling mean it.

And then I change my mind

completely.

Yes.

Hyneria.

I'm gonna do it...

with you.

- You know why?

- Because you like Hynerians?

Not so much.

But I like you.

Can you hear that?

That's just the sound of a DRD.

And that is the sound of

our ship, Moya, under pressure.

And this...

is the sound of an AKR maximum

load ammo pack being chambered

into a full-grade

field ranger pulse pistol.

Are you all right?

Yes. The baby

is just kicking a lot.

I should go and help

find Stark.

We said no to John.

I know.

Moya and I will have

no part of mass murder.

None of us

want to, Pilot.

But if we don't,

the outcome will be worse.

Are not Stark

and the Eidelons

preferable

to the wormhole weapon?

Of course, but I'm not sure

they can do it.

You know, we all want

the same thing, Pilot.

Peace.

Hello, D'Argo.

I found him. He's in

the lower maintenance bay.

I'm sorry I ran like I did.

It was mindless of me.

Are you okay?

Fine actually.

Remarkably fine

given the responsibility

that now resides within me.

So it worked?

It's inside you?

Yondalao's knowledge.

We really

have to get outta here.

We're in awfully deep,

aren't we, D'Argo?

Please, Stark,

we have to go.

Water.

Yeah, there's lots

of water.

More water.

Get down!

Breach on the lower tiers

where D'Argo and Stark are!

I'm close and moving.

Where are they?

Here. Over here!

D'Argo, no.

Look after him.

Thank you.

Are you all right?

I saw the most amazing thing

before I almost died.

What?

The vision?

The light?

- Your ancestors?

- No.

I saw a big wall of water

and the ground

as my nose was scraping

along the floor.

You're lying.

It's not your regular brand.

Eidelon. Crichton,

I'm not afraid anymore.

Hold that thought 'cause

we're going to the surface.

Grand Chancellor Maryk.

Get us into that battle!

Nothing matters

but the carrier.

You all right?

It's beyond me why women would choose

to do this more than once.

- They say three is the magic number.

- Three is a scary number.

Come on, move! Let's go!

Stark, come with me.

We're too late.

We don't know that yet.

Come on.

- Where are the Eidelons?

- The Scarran term is nullified.

Sergeant Learko,

this is Cleaver Jothee.

Sergeant, are you there?

More like here, sir.

What's the situation?

Scarrans control

the whole of the city.

Isolated pockets of

Peacekeepers,

but they're

being steadily neutralized.

- What about the Eidelons?

- Slaughtered, even in surrender.

The rest of our men are

on the other side of the city

searching for survivors.

We have to get Stark to them.

Captain Braca,

are you still alive?

- Very much so, sir. Good to hear your voice.

- Your location?

The great temple.

We're holding out

with a band of Eidelons.

My requests for reinforcements

have been unheeded.

There's some on the way.

Stay tight.

Yes, sir.

Let's move.

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