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 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 ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Мой телохранитель на английском - текст Машенька на английском - текст Клан Сопрано - Сезоны 01-06 на английском - текст Ишь ты, масленица! на английском - текст Как львёнок и черепаха пели песню на английском |