trouble. We should disassemble the weaker munitions. Make our own shot grenades. Arts and crafts. She's gonna be a great mom. She's right about the fortifications. Captain Braca, Scarrans. Take cover! Small arms, but a lot of weaponry. Everyone, help me close up this door. War Minister, the structure is surrounded and prime for takeover. Excellent. When we attack, the Peacekeeper female is to be left for me. I just spoke to Pilot. Said he won't be ready till dawn. At least a couple of arns. Is there anything I can do to help? You've done enough already. If this was a Sebacean child, a pure one, it would've been born long ago. So, how long is this going to take? On Earth it can last days. I have killed men for less. Hey, baby birthing was not part of the original deal. Hey, we will be renegotiating. How's it going? I'll explain the processes as best I understand it. - When they finish meditating... - We are ready. High Priestess, prepare yourself. The legends are true. Our heritage, Yondalao's knowledge, lies within me. It has left me completely. - Will you be able to educate the others? - Of course. And make peace? Our numbers are too few. Many more are necessary to make a lasting contribution. We might be able to do something about that. - Jothee, pick up the phone. - Hello, Crichton? Noranti, what the hell are you doing? Rescuing Eidelons. What are you doing? Where's Jothee? Gone on reconnaissance with his men. Their comms are off. What's the situation there? Any Eidelon that isn't dead appears to be hiding with us. Upwards of 100, I'd say. I'm in charge, Crichton. Jothee has made me an honorary commando. - Tell me he didn't give you a gun. - Most certainly. But pulse packs are in short supply so it's not loaded. Moya won't be able to pick them up all together. She'll barely be able to take us. Listen, Grandma, call us when Jothee gets back. There's a lot happening. I'll try and remember. I have to go now. We can get you 100. If we were all to be reunited, peace is possible. Just keep doing your thing. We'll get you there. Fantastic job. You're the Johnny Appleseed of detente. Thank you. Thank you. Johnny Appleseed? Enough! Don't touch me! Everything he does causes more pain. This woman could chew her own arm off. What is going on? No, no. No hablo Diagnosan. What the hell's he saying? The baby's turned round. In a bad way. Tangled in the cord. And the translation is extra! Entangled. Breached. Must manipulate. But you can fix it, right? They're here! Return fire! Aeryn, get down! You have to give birth! Key for their muzzle fire. Frelling Scarrans! They will charge! Use your weapon! Need your help. Stay down! We're way outnumbered. Our number's about to grow by one. Can you help Aeryn? - I'll do it myself. - The baby is breached. I can't birth her narl. I don't want a narl. I hate narls. I'm still a narl myself. - You helped Moya give birth. - I blew out a wall and three tiers. I concur. The baby's head is up. It has to be down. Don't make any structural changes. I'll be right back. Mind if I borrow your knife? Careful, it's sharp. - How are we looking? - Stay here. We're not looking too good. Scarran experts, what are our tactical options? In this position, very limited. A distraction and a break. Some make it, some don't. We've got to stay. We've got no choice. Pilot isn't ready. You heard the man. Batten down the hatches. We stay and defend. Uncooperative. Twisted up. She's having it. - I need you. I need you to reload my weapon. - I'm here, baby. - If she keeps firing it past my head, I quit! - Fine! If she doesn't stay still, I can't do this. If I don't fire, we're dead. Sweetheart, for once let me cover you. - Can you do this? - Yes. Maybe if she stays still. Shooting makes me feel better. Honey. All right! But do it quickly. Come on. One, two, three.
------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Покровские ворота на английском - текст Токийская ночлежка на английском - текст Счастье на английском - текст Меченосец на английском - текст Волшебник на английском |