watertight. Come along.
Where is Stark?
I can't locate him, Commander.
Yeah, right here.
Don't get
your mivonks in a twist.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
But Stark went
completely fahrbot
when he heard the Scarrans
blowing the Hedsmana
out of the Eidelons.
- Where is he?
- Don't know.
I'm on tier 7.
Hard to track him
through the water.
I'll check the lower tiers.
I got topside.
We're going to need
more weapons on the surface.
- I'll raid the armory.
- Right. Be careful.
I'm pregnant,
not incapacitated, John.
Right. Pregnant.
Come on, Stark!
Give it up!
You act like you're high
half the time,
but we got an ocean
ten feet above our heads.
Holy crap.
Anybody see him yet?
Nope, but when I do
you're gonna know
because I'm gonna
rip his arm out.
He's not on the lower tiers.
All right.
You go to the bow.
- I got the aft.
- My pleasure.
Stark, I know
what you're feeling.
You got something in your head
that everybody wants.
Something that never should've
been there in the first place.
I promise you,
we'll get it out.
We damn well
better get it out.
Approaching water planet.
One damaged command carrier
on scans.
Multiple Scarran ships
bombarding her.
Do we have surprise?
>From all indications, no cannons
swiveling to our vector.
Have you isolated
the emperor's vessel?
Not yet.
Then target all craft equally.
Shock wears off quickly,
ladies and 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.
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