previous issues
with them.
Aeryn, this is a relatively
simple procedure.
My baby is in a Hynerian.
It's nowhere near simple.
Of course it is.
This part attaches to Rygel,
the other part to you.
Before you know it,
the baby's transferred.
So elegantly designed.
Anyone can use it. Good luck.
- What? Where are you going?
- Not with you.
Why not?
These Eidelons have just
absorbed a thunderbolt revelation.
I know more about their ancient culture than
they do.
They can benefit from my instructions until you
return.
Can I do it myself?
No.
Right.
What the hell
is he doing here?
- We were invited.
- Just stay there.
I've thought this through.
We need him.
I don't like it.
Well, blame me.
I do blame you.
I don't like it!
I don't like it either.
But we are currently flying
through Peacekeeper
controlled space during a war
and he is a
Command Carrier officer.
Actually my most recent commission
was commander of a full Peacekeeper armada.
Uh-huh. Among other things!
He knows all the current
pass codes.
I'll keep him away.
I hope so.
Oh, Aeryn, Rygel,
off-limits.
- Good morning, Commander.
- Morning, Pilot.
Moya looks beautiful.
How much did you miss us?
We have received a message that
appears to have been hailing for some time.
First Arnessk.
I have enough of a fix
that we can begin our journey.
I will find the exact location from
Moya's data banks as we grow closer.
Excellent, Pilot.
Proceed.
- Their message?
- Sure, Pilot. Who is it?
Apparently the
Royal Palace of Hyneria
coming from someone
named Bishaan.
What is really
happening there, Bishaan?
It is this damned war.
The Scarrans have already taken
our outer territories. Millions are dead.
You are a direct descendent
of the royal lineage.
If our people will unite under
anyone, it will be under you.
Cousin Rygel, you are welcome
to return to Hyneria.
You must return
If Bishaan thinks
I'll return to a shared throne,
he is beyond diluted.
Ow!
You're not going anywhere.
You rest.
Some mother
you're going to make.
Ship-wide announcement
for our new guests.
Prepare for starburst,
people.
- Chiana, Chiana!
- In here.
Blessed Eidelon, may
I enter the room and...
Enough!
What is it exactly
about these guys
that makes you
so faasbotten?
Are you serious? The Eidelons are remarkable
negotiators.
The Scarrans aren't
gonna be reasoned with.
But they will if...
If what?
Frell...
- Is he propositioning me?
- No.
That's a very special gland.
Smart.
- In a weird place.
- It's an antenna to feelings.
An inner eye.
Am I right, Pikal?
Yes. And our history
leads us to believe
substantially more.
It gets bigger?
Not that we know.
However, it vibrates.
We used to be able
to create an energy field
that had a calming effect
on individuals,
allowing them to see reason.
Yeah, but your
little, limp thing.
It can't do
the trick anymore.
Unfortunately not.
We've really
gotta get married.
Now.
She has a good strong kick.
Perhaps to remind you
that you're needed on the command deck.
There is nothing to be done
at the moment.
You know the situation.
Situations change.
We are outnumbered,
out-gunned,
and our populace has grown
averse to hardship.
What are you trying
to say?
More to the point,
what are you not saying?
We have now lost every single battle
since the start of the war.
I seek your opinion
on a truce.
The Scarrans will accept
no truce.
Only surrender.
A surrender then.
When all is lost... only.
What are the signs,
my dear Grayza,
that all is lost?
A military leader
who broaches surrender.
Crichton has departed
the water planet.
My contact has provided
approximate coordinates to his destination.
Fearful flight
or purposeful journey?
He seeks the means
to end this conflict.
- Wormhole weapon.
- Unknown.
Though he does now have
a traveling companion.
- Scorpius.
- How well do they guard Crichton?