gentlemen.
You know how I change my mind
about things sometimes?
I get so excited.
I say I'm gonna do it
and I really...
frelling mean it.
And then I change my mind
completely.
Yes.
Hyneria.
I'm gonna do it...
with you.
- You know why?
- Because you like Hynerians?
Not so much.
But I like you.
Can you hear that?
That's just the sound of a DRD.
And that is the sound of
our ship, Moya, under pressure.
And this...
is the sound of an AKR maximum
load ammo pack being chambered
into a full-grade
field ranger pulse pistol.
Are you all right?
Yes. The baby
is just kicking a lot.
I should go and help
find Stark.
We said no to John.
I know.
Moya and I will have
no part of mass murder.
None of us
want to, Pilot.
But if we don't,
the outcome will be worse.
Are not Stark
and the Eidelons
preferable
to the wormhole weapon?
Of course, but I'm not sure
they can do it.
You know, we all want
the same thing, Pilot.
Peace.
Hello, D'Argo.
I found him. He's in
the lower maintenance bay.
I'm sorry I ran like I did.
It was mindless of me.
Are you okay?
Fine actually.
Remarkably fine
given  the responsibility
that now resides within me.
So it worked?
It's inside you?
Yondalao's knowledge.
We really
have to get outta here.
We're in awfully deep,
aren't we, D'Argo?
Please, Stark,
we have to go.
Water.
Yeah, there's lots
of water.
More water.
Get down!
Breach on the lower tiers
where D'Argo and Stark are!
I'm close and moving.
Where are they?
Here. Over here!
D'Argo, no.
Look after him.
Thank you.
Are you all right?
I saw the most amazing thing
before I almost died.
What?
The vision?
The light?
- Your ancestors?
- No.
I saw a big wall of water
and the ground
as my nose was scraping
along the floor.
You're lying.
It's not your regular brand.
Eidelon. Crichton,
I'm not afraid anymore.
Hold that thought 'cause
we're going to the surface.
Grand Chancellor Maryk.
Get us into that battle!
Nothing matters
but the carrier.
You all right?
It's beyond me why women would choose
to do this more than once.
- They say three is the magic number.
- Three is a scary number.
Come on, move! Let's go!
Stark, come with me.
We're too late.
We don't know that yet.
Come on.
- Where are the Eidelons?
- The Scarran term is nullified.
Sergeant Learko,
this is Cleaver Jothee.
Sergeant, are you there?
More like here, sir.
What's the situation?
Scarrans control
the whole of the city.
Isolated pockets of
Peacekeepers,
but they're
being steadily neutralized.
- What about the Eidelons?
- Slaughtered, even in surrender.
The rest of our men are
on the other side of the city
searching for survivors.
We have to get Stark to them.
Captain Braca,
are you still alive?
- Very much so, sir. Good to hear your voice.
- Your location?
The great temple.
We're holding out
with a band of Eidelons.
My requests for reinforcements
have been unheeded.
There's some on the way.
Stay tight.
Yes, sir.
Let's move.
You're on point.
Sergeant Learko,
you go with him.
Stark is now
our number-one priority.
Stark? How's that for
an inversion of normalcy!
Don't get shot up too much.
I was thinking the same thing
about you, old man.
Why can we not immolate
that city?
Weapons systems is inoperative from the
Luxan attack, Excellency.
Excuses aside,
I want every single Eidelon
eliminated.
It is being attended.
That chair becomes you.
Reports from prior
to our arrival suggest
that Crichton and the Leviathan
perished in the ocean below.
Would you agree?
I would rather have
his head as proof.
Once the Peacekeepers
have been defeated,
I intent do oversee larger
galactic governance issues.
Bring me Crichton's head
and all differences between us
will be resolved.
Paving the way for you
to assume my position,
Empress Ahkna.
Why no opposition
on this path?
Scarran shock teams containing
a small number of troops,
delivering a high body count.
Looks