power.
Why dog it?
We can be at the beacon
in, like, under an hour.
That beacon
is marking a gravity well.
One cubic inch of it...
exerts more gravitational force
than the sun.
COMPUTER: Navcom on-line.
TAGGART: lf we approach it
too fast...
we'll be sucked in
out of control.
If I don't realign
our entry vector...
we are not going
to make the jump.
-What happens if we miss?
-We die.
BLAIR: Have we reached
the entry vector's PNR yet?
No, no. Not yet.
She's reaching out for us.
Listen to that.
COMPUTER: Velocity holding--
one-four-two-L-S-S...
Well, ladies, meet Scylla...
COMPUTER: Warning--
gravitational anomaly detected.
Bane to sailors
and monster of myth.
What's a Scylla?
Ulysses sailed between
the whirlpool Charybdis...
and the island monster, Scylla.
She snatched six of his men
and ate them.
MARSHALL:
Whoa. What is this thing?
This thing is a distortion
in space-time.
The Pilgrims
were the first to chart it.
If it's charted,
why is it off-limits?
Because it's unstable.
It's unstable?
Whoa. It's unstable,
and we're gonna jump it?!
[Alarm blares]
Navigational computer
just went off-line!
I'm on it!
-Blair!
-Yes, sir?
You take the helm!
BLAIR:
I never made a jump before.
TAGGART: Good time to learn!
MARSHALL: That's it!
I don't like this guy.
B, l--I don't know about you...
but I really don't
like this guy at all, man.
Merde.
-Uh...Mr. Taggart?
-Yes?
-Ten seconds to jump, sir.
-So?
So? So if you don't get that
computer back on-line, sir...
this unstable gravity well's
gonna suck us in...
one molecule at a time, sir!
COMPUTER: Navcom on-line.
Plot your course, Mr. Blair!
COMPUTER: Vector one entered
and confirmed.
Vector three
entered and confirmed.
[Marshall yelling]
What happened?
You just plotted a jump
through a gravity well...
in under ten seconds...
and Navcom can't do that.
That's not bad.
I mean, that's not bad...
for the second-best pilot
at the academy.
You shut up!
Next time you don't
follow my orders...
I'll dump you with the rest
of the garbage, you got that?
You plot a course
for the Tiger Claw, Mr. Blair.
BLAIR: Yes, sir.
MARSHALL: Jeez.
Guy's got
a serious attitude problem.
This is Lieutenant Hunter
of the T.C.S. Tiger Claw.
Unidentified freighter
bearing two-niner-three...
state your course and business.
BLAIR: This is the Diligent
carrying supplies...
and two replacement pilots
for the Tiger Claw.
HUNTER: Stay on course.
Have your captain transmit
his security clearance.
Roger that, Lieutenant.
Taggart on his way.
Fighters
from the Tiger Claw, sir.
They've queried us.
Well, send the countersign.
Roger that.
Identification acknowledged.
They'll escort us in.
HUNTER: Diligent,
you're clear to land in bay 2C.
Welcome to the Tiger Claw.
GERALD: Captain?
Lieutenant J.G.
Christopher Blair...
reporting for duty, sir.
At ease, Lieutenant.
Commander Gerald tells me
that you have something for me.
Yes, sir.
An encrypted communiquй
from Admiral Tolwyn.
Why didn't the admiral
send a drone via the Pegasus?
The Pegasus was destroyed
by a Kilrathi battle group...
seventeen hours ago.
I see.
Communications?
I want this disk decrypted ASAP.
OBUTU: Yes, sir.
GERALD: Oh, Lieutenant?
You wouldn't be related
to Arnold Blair, would you?
He was my father, sir.
He married a Pilgrim woman,
didn't he?
Yes, sir.
Pilgrims don't think like us.
You won't have to worry, sir.
They're both dead.
I'm sure
the lieutenant's heredity...
will have no bearing
on his performance, Mr. Gerald.
No, sir. I'm sure it won't.
I suggest you stow your gear...
and familiarize yourself
with the ship.
That's all, Lieutenant.
MARSHALL:
Yo, B. Look at these rapiers.
They're beat to hell, man.
I don't see any of the hornets
we flew back at the academy.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You know what I do see?
Blonde.
Hey, how you doing?
MERLIN: Systems on-line.
Hello, I'm Merlin...
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