Captain,
I think you should reconsider.
Steady as she goes, helm.
Aye, aye, sir.
COMPUTER:
Warning. Warning.
Jump coordinates incorrect.
This is the captain.
Fifteen seconds to jump point.
MARSHALL:
Watch. Oh, this is great.
MAN: Aft shields overloading.
MARSHALL:
Just you and me. Hold on.
Ohh!
DEVEREAUX: Uhh!
-Ohh!
-Uhh!
MARSHALL: Ha ha ha ha! Yeah!
BLAIR: You OK? You all right?
Where are we?
TAGGART: Ladies and gentlemen...
welcome to the Ulysses corridor.
We're through the jump point.
We made it.
Mr. Obutu.
Stealth mode, if you please.
Going to stealth.
Seven percent
electronic emission...
zero communication.
Radar status.
Scanners picking up a strong
electromagnetic signature...
at one-eleven mark forty-three.
An asteroid field.
-Lieutenant Commander.
-Yes, sir.
Prepare a reconnoiter.
I want to know what's out there.
And, Deveraux...
I don't want them to know
that we're here.
Not yet.
Very good, sir.
MERLIN:
Scanning quadrant.
Lieutenant, I'm picking up
metal fragments ahead.
Alloy structure indicates
from a Confederation vessel.
Angel, you catch that?
That's from Pegasus.
Ten thousand men and women...
gone...
just like that.
The concussion must've blown
pieces of the station...
all over the sector.
COMPUTER:
Warning. ENM emissions.
-Pipe down.
-Two-one-six.
-Getting something.
-Analyzing.
COMPUTER:
Possible I.D. Kilrathi...
DEVEREAUX: Radio silence now.
Get into the asteroids.
Low power.
They know we're here?
MERLIN: Possibly.
From the sophistication
of the equipment onboard...
I'd say the vessel is a command
and communications module.
What's it commanding?
MERLIN: At least six other ships
down near the Brown Dwarf...
are communicating with it.
It seems to be transmitting
jump coordinates.
Angel, they've spotted
your heat corona!
I've got two more bogeys
comin' in hot, six o'clock!
Can't spot them, Blair. Call it.
BLAIR: Jack in the box
on three. One...
two...three!
Missile away!
The big one's shielded!
I got two more bogeys
comin' up from the Brown Dwarf!
Engaging!
DEVEREAUX: Negative. I count
fourteen unfriendlies inbound.
Looks like two destroyers.
We're out of here.
GERALD:
You knew what the orders were--
no contact with the enemy.
Now you've compromised
the mission...
and the very existence
of this ship.
BLAIR: I had no choice, sir.
They'd spotted...
Lieutenant Commander
Deveraux's heat signature.
GERALD: Really?
Angel, how sure are you...
that the Kilrathi
had you targeted?
Given the Lieutenant's
background...
are you really that certain?
Excuse me?
It's well documented
that Pilgrim saboteurs...
have been responsible...
for much of the Confed's
problems in this war.
Did they have me targeted,
Lieutenant?
WILSON: Now, come on.
This is sterile conjecture.
The Kilrathi are well aware...
that rapiers
don't just fly around...
in deep space
without a carrier close by.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
That is all.
-Sir--
-Dismissed, Lieutenant.
WILSON:
Your assessment, Mr. Gerald?
GERALD: That concom
is running point...
for the battle group.
Their fleet won't be far behind.
So I say we send them a message.
I can have my fighters up
in thirty minutes.
No, no. That's a mistake.
Without her fighters...
the Tiger Claw's vulnerable.
GERALD: You are
a civilian scout, Mr. Taggart...
not a naval officer.
Tactical operations
are our concern.
We are the Earth's only hope.
We need to buy our fleet
two hours.
And you're willing
to risk all that...
chasing after
a communications ship?
WILSON: I'm sorry, Mr. Taggart.
Destroying the concom
with its escorts...
will slow the Kilrathi.
Deveraux will lead
a strike force.
And as you have charted
the area before...
you will accompany her.
If you say so, Captain.
I do say so, Mr. Taggart.
-Carry on.
-Yes, sir.
WILSON: Mr. Obutu.
Plot a course...
for the rings
of planet four-fifteen.
Four-fifteen. Aye, aye, sir.
BLAIR: I need to talk