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 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. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Затерянные в космосе на английском - текст Когда Святые Маршируют на английском - текст Обломок империи на английском - текст Сказки леса на английском - текст Триумф Нердов на английском |