that you may be comforted.
He's passing over.
The secret of peace is lost.
It's not good.
Stark, give him last rites.
Oh, I cannot.
I'm beneath him.
Astro Boy, you can take his power, protect his
gift.
Oh, no, I cannot.
Stark, you can!
You're a Stykara.
I've seen you do amazing things.
When you pass someone over,
you take what they know.
- Help him help us.
- Quickly before he dies.
No, I cannot!
Aeryn, help me!
No, no!
No, no!
My mask!
Don't touch me!
- What have we done?
- I don't know.
Something good
or something very bad.
Hey, hey.
We're gonna have to
transfer the baby now.
Now?
- Can you remember what to do?
- I think so.
- You stay with him. Where's the transfer kit?
- Over there.
- Where?
- There!
- It's gas.
- What?
- You gotta be kiddin' me!
- They're entombing us.
Saleek, this is very unoriginal.
What does this do?
- Paralytic embalming agent.
- Stark.
Preserves living tissue
without harming the brain.
Scarrans use it on specimens
they wish to dissect
whilst they're still alive.
Stay with me.
Breathe, Rygel, breathe.
- You've ruined my life.
- I know.
This war is not your responsibility.
How am I supposed to protect you
from the Peacekeepers
and the Scarrans and the Tregans
and the lions and tigers and bears?
This is what you want.
No, Aeryn, it is not
what I want!
It's just that fate keeps blocking all the exits.
And no matter what I do,
I just keep circling
closer to the flame.
Breathe, Rygel, breathe.
- Rygel?
- Rygel!
He's unconscious. I'm gonna have to
get him up, get him outta this gas.
Gas. Is this stuff
flammable?
Preservatives?
Combustible.
At a very high temperature.
- You can ignite it?
- The gas is smothering my receptors.
Come on, we're gonna get you
to higher ground.
On my count.
One, two, three!
So basically you're going
to blow us up.
Whoa! Whoa!
I can direct it. Find cover.
- What was that explosion?
- Internal. Level 21.
Insurgency teams to containment quarters. All
teams, now!
- Explosion at mid ship on the Decimator.
- Crichton.
- Those are not internal.
- All systems off-line.
Stark, weapons.
We all need weapons.
Feel like killing someone?
Okay, maybe not.
We need more than weapons.
We need a plan.
- We have to transfer the baby.
- Now?
His pulse is slowing.
He's dying.
Okay, okay.
John, Aeryn, are you there?
I'm hearing dead people.
"D," how are you alive?
Long story.
Can I give you a ride?
- Absolutely. In what?
- It's gonna be a big surprise.
You stay put. We got a fix
on you. We'll come to you.
You heard him.
This is the Alamo.
Brace.
Go!
Chiana, call Peacekeeper Command,
confirm our coordinates.
Go!
Good luck.
Luxan commandoes
confirmed aboard, sir.
Secure my ship!
Aeryn, we gotta hurry.
I'm losing a pulse here.
- Here they come!
- Ready when you are.
Man, am I glad
you're not awake for this.
All right. You might feel
a little pressure.
Hold still. Hold still!
- War Minister Ahkna, report.
- Positioning to cut them off now!
I'm really sorry
about this, baby.
Just get it right
the first time.
- Nobody gets it right the first time.
- Wait!
Are you okay?
I'm pregnant.
- I'm running out of ammunition.
- As me.
- Well done.
- Thank you.
Rygel, you all right?
Thank you.
- He's out again.
- What is this?
Whatever you put in
my head is gonna explode!
You're not gonna be the only thing around here
exploding if D'Argo doesn't show up.
Stop acting like a bunch
of losers and look down!
Hey, the cavalry's here.
Okay, stand back.
It's no good.
We can't get through.
It's Dorian ore.
It's pulse resistant.
How are we supposed
to get to you?
I don't know. All the lifts are sealed.
We better make it quick.
Our surprise is wearing off.
Stand aside!
Get back!
All right,
ladies and children first.
You look great.
- I'm pregnant again.
- Congratulations.
Don't you touch