to make friends.
How you doing?
Allow me to introduce myself.
Lieutenant Todd Marshall,
and my close personal friend...
Lieutenant Christopher Blair.
Ladies and gentlemen, take note.
This man happens to be...
the second-best pilot
on this hunk of junk.
Just who are you
calling the best?
-Now, that's a secret.
-Shh. Watch this.
There's two ways to find
that out, mister, uh...
uh, Lieutenant Hunter.
First way involves you trying
to kick the shit out of me.
And the other way?
Forbes?
We're on stand-down.
One won't hurt.
Well, it may even help, huh?
Here you go, mate.
Allow me.
You got balls.
-You should see 'em.
-Mine are bigger.
I've been told
size doesn't matter.
She lied.
Do you know what, Hunter?
I would have taken
the third option.
Really.
I would have kicked his ass
first, then drank his scotch.
Oh! Touchй.
Message on-line.
Playback in progress.
Jay, I'm gonna have to be brief.
The Kilrathi took Pegasus.
They may have her Navcom A.I.
By the time this communication
reaches you...
they will be twenty-three hours...
from the Charybdis jump point
and Earth.
Confed capital ships
are headed home now.
The Concordia battle group...
will only be able to make it
in twenty-five hours.
I'm ordering the Tiger Claw
to the Charybdis quasar.
You are to use
any means necessary...
to gather information as
to the Kilrathi whereabouts...
capacity, and plan of attack.
I need intelligence, old friend.
Use Taggart.
He knows this space
better than any man alive.
He can get you
to Charybdis quickly.
I don't like it.
What don't you like, Paul?
The disk came to us
on the Diligent...
entrusted to a Pilgrim
half-breed.
Send for this Taggart.
Why don't you take his castle...
with your little horsey?
Check...
Mate.
So, there's a brain
behind that mouth.
Your friend always this talkative?
No, he just made the fatal error...
of mistaking our wing commander...
for your average grease monkey.
Listen, all I did was sit
in Commander Chen's fighter.
Lieutenant Commander Chen?
Bossman?
You're talking about
a bloke that never existed.
I'm pretty sure he did.
He...never...existed.
Now change the subject
quickly, pal...
before I change it for you.
You got a problem
with my friend, Mr. Hunter?
Yes, I do.
That means
you got a problem with me.
-Is that so?
-Yeah.
Well, you're gonna love this.
He's a Pilgrim!
Stand down, or
you'll have a problem with me.
I want an explanation.
Hunter?
-Ma'am?
-Ma'am?
Lieutenant Hunter was
just helping Marshall and l...
feel at home.
Lieutenant?
Yeah. That's right, ma'am.
Yeah. You see?
I guess this conversation
never existed.
Lieutenant?
Lieutenant!
Who in the hell
do you think you are?
Let me give you a reality check.
In all likelihood,
you're going to die out here.
We're all going
to die out here...
but none of us need to be
reminded of that fact...
so you die, you never existed.
Understand?
Yes, ma'am.
Taggart, sir.
Ah. I know of you,
Mr. Taggart...
but I'm afraid I don't know you.
And yet you come to me
with classified orders...
from Admiral Tolwyn.
Oh, I see. The captain
doesn't trust me...
Blair, or the disk.
Would you?
Well, uh...
no.
No.
This tactical schematic outlines
a nightmare, Mr. Taggart.
It tells me that the Kilrathi
may have a Navcom...
and with it the capacity
to jump into Earth space.
And based on that nightmare...
it orders me to take
radical action...
which, if it and you
are a lie...
could compromise this ship
and its crew.
So I'm bound to ask you,
Mr. Taggart...
what proof do you have
that this is authentic?
Where did you get this?
Tolwyn...
thought it might be useful...
if I ever had
to convince a captain...
to follow his orders.
Mr. Obutu.
Plot a course
for the Charybdis quasar.
Full speed, if you please.
Sir, the nearest
jump point to the Charybdis...
is four days hard travel
from our current location.
There's a class-two
pulsar