stay hidden.
And you?
Your sensitivity is
of much more value
when we are meeting
our ancestors.
It is my function
to assure your safe arrival.
- But...
- There is no time to argue.
Three of them
heading parallel to us.
You can see that?
I can with my new eyes.
Two.
Son of a bitch!
- Pilot, stay down!
- I can't!
We have to get outta here
before Pilot gets shot.
What we need is
the release transmitter.
- Where is that?
- Over there with the head Treg.
Fine. Surrender or die!
You enjoy this,
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