ships are closing.
So what now?
Now we make them sorry
they were ever born.
Battle stations.
Battle stations!
Battle stations!
Merlin, check my coordinates.
Jump coordinates verified,
Lieutenant.
Firing jump drive.
Kilrathi cruiser and
destroyer are in missile range.
Open fire, Mr. Gerald.
Aye, aye, sir.
All batteries,
fire as she bears.
A Kilrathi cruiser
is bearing right for us, sir.
What tack, sir?
Steady on.
Let them be the first to blink.
Jump trajectory is drifting.
Please recompute coordinates.
Coordinates eight-seven-
five-nine-three mark...
eight-five-four-nine-three,
vector one-oh-five-niner.
Prepare to lower our shield.
She's changing course, sir.
Portside missile battery
prepare to fire.
Fuel block locked and loaded.
Ready to go, sir.
Sir, the missile guidance system
won't activate at this range.
She won't need to.
Lower our shields.
Shields lowered.
Brace for impact!
Give them a broadside,
Mr. Gerald!
Open fire!
Fire! Now!
Yeaaahh!
I cannot verify
the new coordinates. Recompute.
PNR in five seconds.
Entry vector doesn't compute.
I made it!
She held together!
I love this baby!
This is Lieutenant
Christopher Blair...
to any Confed ship.
A Kilrathi battle group has
the Charybdis jump coordinates.
They will breach
at one-six-seven...
mark eight-eight nine,
Sol system.
Repeat, one-six-seven mark
eight-eight-nine, Sol system.
Confed fleet, do you read?
Merlin, check your scanners for
any sign of the Confed fleet.
I'm picking up
a Kilrathi signal behind us.
Snakeir class capital ship.
It followed us
through the jump point.
Shit! I'm too late.
Com room
reports a faint message...
in clear from Lieutenant Blair.
He's broadcasting
the Kilrathi jump coordinates.
Blair.
Should we respond, sir?
Identifying Confed rapier...
heading towards Earth
at LSM point nine.
He's being followed by
something massive, Admiral.
Looks like a Snakeir.
Permission to intercept it?
No, we wait.
The Snakeir
will overtake Blair's fighter.
Sir, if we don't intercept...
the Snakeir will reach
Earth orbit before us.
The casualties
could be significant.
I'm bloody well aware
of that, Richard!
All ships are to target
those jump coordinates.
Blair to Confed fleet,
a Kilrathi capital ship...
has penetrated
the quasar's jump point...
and is in Earth space. Copy?
They aren't in radio range.
Earth will never see 'em coming.
I'm detecting...
a Confederation signal,
Lieutenant.
Confederation transponder...
identified as beacon
one-four-seven.
Oh, shit--Scylla.
Mass of Snakeir--
two hundred thousand,
four hundred sixty-one tons
Sir, we've hove to
for damage inspection.
And the locator beacon
from the rapier pod?
Nothing, sir.
Lost contact during the battle.
Have the Diligent
prepared for launch.
If I'm not back
in two hours...
make the jump to Earth.
I'll join you later.
Aye, aye, sir.
I'm going to look for that pod.
The Snakeir will have
a firing solution on us...
in five seconds.
Kilrathi radar is locked on.
Ten seconds
to the point of no return...
and we're almost out of fuel.
Give me a count.
Five...four...
three...two...
Holy shit!
We made it!
The Kilrathi's too big.
Scylla's got her.
You're out of fuel, Lieutenant.
Switching off auxiliary systems.
Admiral,
the Kilrathi fleet...
is coming through
the jump point...
one ship at a time.
They've no chance
to defend themselves...
or warn the ships behind.
And the Snakeir?
She's disappeared
from our scanners.
Launch two rapier wings
and a squadron of broadswords.
Aye, aye, sir.
This is Concordia
rescue and recovery.
Stand by for tractor.
Welcome to Sol sector,
Lieutenant.
Your parents
would have been proud.
Have they located
Commander Deveraux?
Paladin went to search for her.
We haven't heard from him...
since the Tiger Claw
arrived in Earth space.
Admiral,
I have the Diligent reporting.
Commodore Taggart
requesting permission...
to land