sent to gather surveillance and...
- With all due respect, sir,
I was sent here to perish
at the vanguard
of this inevitable conflict.
I simply refuse to participate
on their terms or yours!
Because of your actions,
the Scarran Empire
has declared war against us.
Do you know what that means,
Scorpius?
We are now officially engaged
in the last war of our era!
Congratulations.
- D'Argo!
- Chiana!
- Your eyes.
- I can see again.
- What happened? How?
- He, He gave me n-new eyes.
- We found one, yes.
- Stark and I found a Diagnosan.
What's wrong with him?
Nothing's wrong with him!
He's fine.
Grunschlk, I thought
you were dead.
Me? Hardly at all.
Those crystals
are people's lives.
Stop waving that thing around.
This had better work.
You're lucky
to have him, mate.
Diagnosans,
they're at a premium.
Especially now
that there's a war on.
What war?
The Peacekeepers and the Scarrans
have declared war against each other.
Do the Peacekeepers know
what they're getting into?
The Scarrans didn't
give 'em much choice.
They were already taking
the galaxy by force. System by system.
A galaxy-wide war.
The Scarran vanguard has breached our
defense perimeter.
We've drawn them in
sufficiently. The trap is set.
Captain, initiate the plan
exactly as I instructed.
All pilots, deactivate
targeting in-flight systems.
We fly manual from here.
Fly straight in.
Their targeting telemetrics
will be corrupted
at least two degrees off center
by the ambient magnetics.
You dared them to hit you.
Red Team, move close to my
left flank. Vlue Team, likewise.
Upon signal,
execute tier attack
on lead Scarran Dreadnought.
Confirm.
All armada ships
now taking heavy fire, sir.
Only for the moment.
Stay positioned.
And... fire!
Lower your weapons.
How long?
About 60 solar days.
Where?
Still on the water planet.
Put your weapons down now!
Bad guys?
Yes and no. They did help us
put you back together.
Put us back together?
They said it was an accident.
You were crystallized.
Crystallized?
Last warning.
- You said yes.
- I did?
- Sixty days. Any regrets?
- No. It's going really well.
Hey, we're gonna get married!
Congratulations.
Sir, you were
absolutely correct.
Their pilots and gunners
were no match for ours.
- Scorpius?
- Prepare to withdraw.
What?
The rest of the armada is to continue
to engage the enemy, covering our escape.
But, sir, we're winning.
- Without this carrier, all remaining units...
- My orders are clear.
Sir, you're asking us to withdraw our troops,
our  ships, our...
Close hangars!
Wait for maximum speed.
He is alive, Sikozu.
John  Crichton is alive.
One more time.
Begin again.
Fine.
For the 89th time.
Once upon a time,
there was a boy named John.
And John was an astronaut.
He lived in a faraway place
called Earth.
Which is so far away,
you've never heard of it.
One day when John was out
doing astronaut things,
a big blue wormhole
gobbled him up and spat him out
at the far end of the universe.
- Things were looking grim in Mudville
- Canaveral?
Till our hero met
an amazing living ship,
made some nice new friends
and he hooked up
with his dream girl.
We could've lived happily ever
after, but the Peacekeepers
raped, chased and tortured us
for years on end.
Fire!
Then two months ago, we got
our asses shot off again.
This time it was the Scarrans,
big reptiles. Oooh!
And Moya, our living ship,
limped her way to your
happy planet for a little R&R.
Because we figure, it's empty!
Hey, no one is gonna bother us.
We're gonna have a baby!
- Will you marry me?
- Yes.
Next thing, me
and the future Mrs. Crichton
are having a private moment
when you guys fly by.
Boom bada-bing,
squiggly line, squiggly line.
Crystallized.
And it's two months later.
What?
Retreating.
Scorpius has powered off
his