radar fix.
Estimated time till impact?
One minute, sir.
Forty-five seconds till impact.
Sir, our shields are too weak
to take a direct hit.
It's in those two kids'
hands now.
Twenty seconds.
Warning!
Collision alert!
Oh, shit!
Radar.
No sign
of the skipper missile, sir.
One of the rapiers
must have shot it down.
Where are they now?
Are you all right?
Well, I might not be dancing
for a while.
All right, hang on.
I'm gonna tractor you
back to the ship.
No, no, you're not.
You're going on.
We can't both disobey orders.
You'll be out of air in an hour.
You're going back to the ship.
You disobey my order...
and I'll have you
court-martialed.
Like I care.
Then care about
the billions who will die...
if the fleet doesn't get
the jump coordinates.
You've got to go on.
You know that.
You're all right, Angel.
You too, Chris.
The Kilrathi 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