Mr. Hunter?
HUNTER: Yes, I do.
MARSHALL: That means
you got a problem with me.
-Is that so?
-Yeah.
HUNTER:
Well, you're gonna love this.
He's a Pilgrim!
DEVEREAUX: 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.
DEVEREAUX: Lieutenant?
HUNTER:
Yeah. That's right, ma'am.
BLAIR: 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.
GERALD: 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.
[Keystrokes]
OBUTU: Sir, the nearest
jump point to the Charybdis...
is four days hard travel
from our current location.
TAGGART: There's a class-two
pulsar eleven hours from here.
We can jump there.
OBUTU:
It's not on the chart, sir.
Navcom does not have
those coordinates.
I have them.
No one's jumped a pulsar
for forty years...
and even then,
they were Pilgrims.
I don't believe we have
a choice, Mr. Gerald.
If the battle is to be decided
in the Charybdis quasar...
then that's where we have to be.
Plot your course, Mr. Taggart.
Sure.
Sir, that ring means nothing.
This ring has been in Tolwyn's
family for sixteen generations.
And any man who carries it...
has the admiral's
full confidence!
Prepare for the jump.
BLAIR: Hey.
We goin' out?
No. Just me.
I pulled security
with Lieutenant Forbes.
Why'd you wake me up?
Remember back at the academy?
You promised you would
take that thing off.
It brings me luck.
It's gonna get you killed.
I was wearing it
when I made the jump.
Yeah, but that had
nothing to do with luck.
That was about training,
skill, desire.
Now, please.
Take the cross off.
It's who I am.
You don't even know
what it means.
This is the big show.
And you gotta have someone
watching your back.
It's either kill or be killed.
And you know what?
I can't always be there.
[Chuckles]
Hey, I'm tryin' to be
Mr. Sensitive Guy.
It's just--Ahh!
I don't even know why I bother.
All right. Wish me luck.
BLAIR: Luck?
What about desire?
MARSHALL:
You seen Lieutenant Forbes?
You know I got desire.
BLAIR: Hey, Marshall...
Luck.
Mmm.
OFFICER ON LEFT:
Message from Earth Command.
Their defenses
are on line, sir, but--
They don't believe...
they can withstand
a Kilrathi battle group...
without the support
of the fleet.
But they will fight, sir.
Earth will never surrender.
What's our status?
We're running
at one-hundred-and-ten percent.
We've already lost three ships--
two at jump points, and one's
reactor core melted down.
Run at one hundred and twenty.
DEVEREAUX: Now, if Dibbles had
the flying skills of a woman...
he'd still be alive.
MARSHALL:
You gotta be kidding me.
DEVEREAUX: Don't take it
personally, Nugget.
It's a question of estrogen.
Women can out fly
and outshoot men.
It has been proven...
that we can keep