once,
and the constant ability of these creatures
to plague us with resistance.
Add these up, and they should die for our own
security.
Scorpius is a commander
in our enemy's armada.
Officer Sun
a former pilot.
Who knows what information
may be coerced from them!
- It's not worth the risk.
- Stop seeing Vitubian vipers in every shadow.
And never countermand
my orders again!
Here, have him!
Did they do anything
to you?
No.
This maintains my portion
of the accord.
Beyond this,
I promise nothing.
With deference,
Your Eminence.
- Who are you?
- Hierarch Yondalao.
Triumvirate Council.
Eidelon faction
of neutrality.
There is no such thing
as neutrality.
You travel with my prisoners,
you are a prisoner.
Emperor Staleek,
you wish power,
acknowledgement of
your personal intelligence,
and to gain acceptance
in the upper echelon
of civilizations.
What do you know of my aims?
Only that there are many
paths to accomplish them.
War is our path.
At the peace table,
we know how we're viewed:
Brutish, ignorant.
Then what greater victory
than to prove them wrong?
And without the loss
of a single Scarran...
life.
I am listening.
Now you will tell me this one
Human holds such fascination
that Scorpius would desert,
the Scarran emperor
would pursue.
And we would all tremble at the
power of his magical wormholes.
Did you not tell me
Crichton was powerless?
His doomsday weapon
a myth?
That was my belief.
This moment, however,
is not without opportunity.
Agreed.
Knowing the emperor's
whereabouts
allows us to negotiate
a peace proposal
before our position
becomes so eroded
as to be laughable.
Yes, my love.
Of course.
It also gives us the opportunity to surprise the
Scarran leader
and decapitate his empire.
The sudden chaos in their ranks
might tip the balance.
And if that fails?
No, I will not be remembered
by history
as the commander under whom
Peacekeeperdom fell.
No, my love.
You will not.
Because despite your station,
you are weak.
I say again that which
I have said before.
Death is preferable to subjugation under
Scarran rule.
They must be defeated.
How?
Chiana.
Father.
Not quite the
Luxan greeting, but...
- What are you doing here?
- Right now?
Saving your life.
Thanks.
Jothee, shouldn't we
be running?
Our concealment technology is three
generations beyond yours.
We could pull up beside 'em and they wouldn't
know we're here.
So, you're in command now.
- He's a cleaver.
- Cleaver?
- Field officer.
- Which means he's got brains.
The rest of us
just like to fight.
What are you doing here?
We've been following
the emperor for quite some time.
And then, there you were.
We gotta take
the crown head out,
but his ship
is pretty well impenetrable.
One would think.
Is this accurate?
Looks like we could
take him out in four shots.
Three.
Yes, that sounds
quite reasonable.
Absolutely. We're walking
into Federationville here.
You cross the T's.
You dot the lower case J's,
and we're good to go.
Emperor,
could you review the accord
- that you wish all of us to agree to?
- Of course.
At the core of
the matter is the perception
that Crichton can create
wormhole weapons.
If I propose an armistice
to the Peacekeepers
with Crichton by my side,
they will naturally assume
he has bestowed a military edge
upon the Scarran Empire.
The Grand Chancellor
is no gambler.
He would indeed
choose peace over a war
he knows he would lose.
Being benevolent,
I will then propose an accord
which favors us in mining rights
and trade balance, whilst
allowing complete self-rule
of all Peacekeeper territories.
And I'm out, right?
You shall be released
upon the signing.
And a great many lives will be saved by
everybody sim...
Do you really wish
to broker peace with an enemy
you are certain to destroy?
What is this?
It is the proper course
of action.
If your kind has a prayer
for the dying,
fill your mind with it now