will try.
That's our girl.
This is not good.
Rygel? Rygel?
Don't get your knickers
in a twist.
The baby is all right.
I'm terribly upset
I failed to detect the Tregans.
1812, pipe down.
I was so preoccupied with other duties,
they snuck up on us.
That's all right, Pilot. You're a few thousand
mistakes behind the rest of us.
Hey, Pilot, how much is this gonna
slow us down getting to Arnessk?
The answer, Commander,
is not at all.
Excellent.
Okay, I'm lost.
Not lost.
- Your business?
- Hiya, Jool.
- You.
- Me.
- Crichton. You?
- Crichton.
- You are crazy.
- I knew you wouldn't forget me.
The more we were apart,
the more I knew you'd realize
that you are meant
to be with...
Aeryn.
- Jool.
- Get your own fantasy, they're having my baby.
Baby?
And it goes without saying
you show deference and respect.
- Absolutely.
- Please, don't embarrass me.
Excellent acoustics,
are they not?
Perhaps you'd care
to lead us in prayer.
Apologies, Hierarch Yondalao.
I was explaining to them...
So you are the pilgrims
who purport to be our heirs?
Not us. Just him. Go.
We understood all
of our descendants to be gone.
Though we trace ourselves
to your lineage, my people
have lost the ability, but not
the desire to influence peace.
Troubling.
And exhilarating.
I shall confer
with the other conciliators
and notify you
when the matter can be assessed.
I told you this was
a waste of time.
Myths are rarely satisfying upon examination.
Hierarch, please.
You know me.
I know these travelers.
They are honorable.
Why do you send them away?
I do not. I simply require time
to examine the issue.
But, but with great respect.
What is there to examine?
Pikal is an Eidelon
like you.
We have awakened
from 12,000 cycles of sleep.
What pertinence can we have
to your galaxy now?
But the war.
The deaths, the slaughters!
Peacekeepers, do your duty!
The horror!
Sit.
May I speak?
The Peacekeeper
shall be heard.
We apologize for invading
your sanctuary.
And we understand
you have reason for caution.
But what could be
more pertinent in this time,
or any, than the ability
to inspire peace?
Even if he's Eidelon,
how can this one supplicant
help that cause?
You are few here,
and Pikal's people are many.
With your instruction,
they could become
a great force for peace.
Though the Peacekeeper
provides sound counsel,
I still sustain reservations
that must be meditated upon.
Peacekeepers, clear the temple.
Can you believe this?
Somebody wants us
to be Peacekeepers.
Are you assassin?
No! I'm just the guy
without a brain.
The Lion here would like
some courage.
Tin Man, he needs a heart.
Toto here just wants an easy birth.
And Dorothy here, she is
just looking for a way home.
Now we're not gonna be here
tomorrow so I suggest
you take a long hard look
at our broomstick.
He is your heir!
An Eidelon.
As youths, we open our faces
to the universe,
absorbing the joy and anguish
all creatures feel.
Then upon maturation,
we step to the altar
to receive Hora Dalay:
The ability to encourage
rationality
and tranquility
in others.
The capacity to influence
others toward peace
carries great
responsibility.
Do you accept this burden
for the rest of your days?
It's going to work.
With training,
Pikal and his kind,
should be able to stop the war.
- No wormholes.
- Exactly what I was thinking, John Crichton.
Can we go back to Moya now?
I'm starving.
In a microt. Go and get Stark.
- Is it just me or is he getting bigger?
- It's a geometric pregnancy.
Please tell me that means we're
gonna have a mathematician.
A soldier more likely.
But we will be having it
sooner than you think.
How sooner?
With genetic modifications
put into someone born into
a battle unit like myself,
essentially we're going
to be parents
in a matter of solar days.
Days?
- We don't have a name.
- Already picked one.
Well, what?
- Excuse me?
- Do you not