hose!
Sounds like a marriage
to me.
So,
upon my pronouncement,
may these two
be joined as one
and evermore
let nothing come be...
No!
Pilot!
What the hell is that?
We're under attack
by Tregans!
You, hide.
Reporting multiple
harpoon strikes.
Each with a hauling line attached.
- Can Moya free herself?
- There are too manyl
The Tregan ship
is already pulling us in.
We're still in Peacekeeper territory.
Most likely they're mercenaries.
- What does that mean for us?
- They're probably less likely to take prisoners.
I've counted at least seven
two-man craft coming towards us.
They'll attempt
to incapacitate Pilot
and cripple Moya's
vital systems.
One way or another, this will all be over in half
an hour.
- These guys work for the Peacekeepers?
- Quite likely.
Right. You're with me.
I wanna hear those pass codes.
If the Dark Lord here can't convince them
we're a Peacekeeper vessel,
make sure you have
an outstanding plan "B."
We'll protect
neurocluster.
Chiana, Sikozu, go
find Caa'ta and Pikal
and keep them safe.
- What about me?
- How best can you help?
- I can stay out of your way.
- Excellent.
This may not go
as smoothly as you'd hoped.
What? You don't do improv?
When I received the signal
you were still alive,
my departure from Peacekeeper
service was less than sanctioned.
Meaning what?
You there, hold position.
We're about to find out.
Do you know who I am?
Scorpius.
I take it, you are sentries
for this sector, yes?
I wasn't informed
you were out here, sir.
Nor do you know it now,
lest it cost you your life.
In special service
to the Grand Chancellor,
I order you to release
and vacate this ship.
That won't happen.
And you are?
Chief of my vessel.
Our orders are
to commandeer any ship
not broadcasting
a Peacekeeper ident.
My mission would be jeopardized
by advertising such a beacon.
Your mission is more
than jeopardized.
It is over!
Who is in charge here?
Whom should I be addressing?
And who is going to take
the blame?
Chief, release the harpoons.
On Scorpius' authority.
Your command code, sir.
767 decahelot.
Scorpius, it is an honor
to meet you face-to-face.
That's a damn nice set
of body armor.
Does that come in blue?
What the hell did you do
when you left the fatherland?
- Kill the goose that lays the golden egg?
- Deserted my post.
What? For little ol' me?
It's amazing what a man will do
when he's in love.
Pilot, anything
you can do to help?
- Not without killing you also.
- Hold that thought and be ready to duck.
- Who's taking fire?
- Who isn't?
You all right?
Other than being shot at by the
Electric Mayhem, I'm fantastic!
You must stay hidden.
And you?
Your sensitivity is
of much more value
when we are meeting
our ancestors.
It is my function
to assure your safe arrival.
- But...
- There is no time to argue.
Three of them
heading parallel to us.
You can see that?
I can with my new eyes.
Two.
Son of a bitch!
- Pilot, stay down!
- I can't!
We have to get outta here
before Pilot gets shot.
What we need is
the release transmitter.
- Where is that?
- Over there with the head Treg.
Fine. Surrender or die!
You enjoy this,
don't you, Crichton?
You know this species?
Then dead is okay.
You never struck me as the type
who would want children.
You either, huh?
He wants it so badly.
So I do.
You'll come around when you see the little guy
in person.
I hope so.
All right, lover boy,
get ready to cover me.
Are you having fun yet, John?
You call that covering fire?
No more Tregans aboard.
That's good news, Pilot.
However, they're
still reeling us in.
- Because we can't release the harpoons.
- Why not?
'Cause somebody sent
the transmitter down the abyss.
This transmitter,
what does it look like?
A star-shaped medallion.
- Pilot?
- All lines disengaged.
We're free!
Ooh! Guess they figured out
their captain's dead.
Rygel?
Pilot, can Moya starburst?
She