onboard beacon.
We have no way
of tracking him.
Broadcast this order.
Highest priority.
The instant his command carrier
is spotted, it is to be fired upon.
No hailing,
no offer to surrender.
I want this coward Scorpius
and all who fly with him
erased from existence!
Aye, Chancellor.
Scorpius is many things, Maryk.
None of them good.
But a coward? Never.
He has initiated this war,
and then turned and run!
How do you define
cowardice, Grayza?
Grand Chancellor,
please consider my counsel
on this carefully.
Hatred of the Scarrans
is Scorpius'
sole consistent trait.
There is something else.
Perhaps.
But my orders stand.
- Funny how?
- Different.
Different how? Like ice cream
cucumber different?
I don't know.
That's why I'm here.
All right. Everything
is gonna be okay.
Do you know why?
Because we're done.
We're checking out.
Next Ferengi we see, we run.
No questions later.
>From this moment on,
my one concern, my life
is you
and our baby.
Are you sure?
- What?
- Is she all right? The baby all right?
Doc says he doesn't know
what you're talking about. There is no baby.
What?
Whoa, whoa! What do you mean, no baby?
Ah, if there was
a little passenger before,
it ain't aboard the train
no more.
Doc says you
never were pregnant.
- I was.
- She was!
She was preg...
You were pregnant?
I was pregnant!
There is no baby.
No. Nothing.
Whoa!
We were in pieces,
thousands of pieces.
Rygel said he got every single piece off of the
ocean floor.
- Rygel.
- He was very thorough.
We made sure of it.
Even carried the pieces
up in his stomach
to make sure
he didn't drop them.
Congratulations, mate.
You are a mother!
- Oh, no!
- It's all right.
The wee babe
is doing just fine.
Yes,  but it's doing
just fine inside me!
This is not happening.
- Do something.
- Hands off, missy.
The fee.
The fee is going up.
You take it out of him,
and you put it back in her.
Whatever it takes.
Won't do it.
Won't? I want this thing
removed immediately.
It's not a thing!
Fine. I want this miracle
of life out of me!
All right.
At the end of
the first quadmester.
The baby's too small now.
Fragile.
First quadmester?
Give me a drink!
Hey, princess, the nar's
in your stomach? Drad.
- What does it feel like?
- You tell me.
Hey!
Weeber eggs? I hate them.
Well, apparently babies
love them.
Actually, Rygel, what does
it really feel like?
Like having a parasite,
a large parasite
that's growing!
Okay, what did we do
to piss off the locals?
- They're paranoid.
- No, wrong, not paranoid.
I've been talking to many
of them.
Stark our ambassador?
No wonder they're avoiding us.
What's  their problem then?
- Fear. Abject fear.
- Of what?
Their fear extends to the point
of not talking about their fear.
Perfect. Let's not exacerbated
it by staying any longer.
D'Argo, beyond that concealment
canopy is Armageddon.
Do we really wanna
fly into that right now?
I'll ask 'em if we can stay.
They're not gonna like it.
So what should we do
in the meantime?
We get married.
What?
Now.
You will make a beautiful bride.
I will see to it.
- Emperor Staleek.
- What is it?
We have received
a deep-space comm cipher.
- We receive tens of thousands...
- This is from a most unexpected source.
With a most
unexpected message.
It is about John Crichton.
The sender knows the Human's
current location.
An out-of-the-way water planet.
No defenses to speak of.
- Do the Peacekeepers have him?
- Not yet.
Your source, is it reliable?
At the moment,
impeccable.
Have a course plotted.
We will send
a full battle contingent.
A full contingent
for one man?
Not for the man.
For the knowledge
he possesses.
It's  very generous
of you to do this for us.
It is the first time I have presided
over the union of soldiers.
We're not soldiers.
In fact, he's the only one
carrying a gun.
Either way, your petition to remain
among us is being denied.
On conclusion