here just wants an easy birth.
And Dorothy here, she is
just looking for a way home.
Now we're not gonna be here
tomorrow so I suggest
you take a long hard look
at our broomstick.
He is your heir!
An Eidelon.
As youths, we open our faces
to the universe,
absorbing the joy and anguish
all creatures feel.
Then upon maturation,
we step to the altar
to receive Hora Dalay:
The ability to encourage
rationality
and tranquility
in others.
The capacity to influence
others toward peace
carries great
responsibility.
Do you accept this burden
for the rest of your days?
It's going to work.
With training,
Pikal and his kind,
should be able to stop the war.
- No wormholes.
- Exactly what I was thinking, John Crichton.
Can we go back to Moya now?
I'm starving.
In a microt. Go and get Stark.
- Is it just me or is he getting bigger?
- It's a geometric pregnancy.
Please tell me that means we're
gonna have a mathematician.
A soldier more likely.
But we will be having it
sooner than you think.
How sooner?
With genetic modifications
put into someone born into
a battle unit like myself,
essentially we're going
to be parents
in a matter of solar days.
Days?
- We don't have a name.
- Already picked one.
Well, what?
- Excuse me?
- Do you not like it?
Uh, boy or girl?
Either.
It works for both.
You just made a joke.
Soldiers don't have
a sense of humor, John.
You better have my dinner ready
when I get back on that ship now.
Is there nothing
they can do?
Then order retreat
from Alentro Quadrant.
Have Commander Spreddic
regroup
in defense of our nearest outposts.
Sir, how have the Scarrans
moved so quickly
through our
forward positions?
Because they have been planning this for
many cycles,
Lieutenant.
And you have a design
to turn it around?
Of course.
In due time.
Thank you for
your assistance, Aeryn.
Independent verification
of hull integrity is
invaluable to Moya and me.
- It's the least I could do.
- Lf you'll close the thermal-imaging ports,
I'll begin cycling
to numistatic distance
calibration, completing
our harpoon repairs.
Back so soon?
Why don't you tell Scorpius
that continuously asking me
will not change my opinion?
Peace is still a better option
than trying to build
a wormhole weapon.
Not spoken like
a true soldier.
Depends on your definition.
With all due respect,
Crichton is your inferior.
So why would you bear
his child?
You should leave, Sikozu.
And I mean off this ship.
I did not mean to offend.
When I first met Scorpius,
I naturally assumed
I was his superior.
I have since learned there is
a reservoir to his abilities
that continually
overshadows my own.
Same with Crichton.
You view Crichton
as your superior?
No, as my equal.
Sikozu, perhaps your under
and over estimations
of yourself are meaningless.
Perhaps you're just meant
to be together.
Interesting these Eidelons.
Yep. Tell me
about it, Bob.
Despite the fable
around them,
these Eidelons
can only affect peace
when the combatants are willing
to let them get near them.
Am I detecting a little
professional jealousy?
The Scarrans for certain
will destroy these Peacemakers
long before they can get
close enough to have any impact.
Great! Then you won't mind
them doing their thing.
Fine! But do yours
at the same time.
Me making weapons
is just a means
to your ends.
God! What is it
you really want, Scorpius?
Privacy achieved during peace will always be
challenged.
However, if ascended
during conflict,
it can last a lifetime.
You wanna say that
in English?
We've been hit.
I have a highly-developed
survival sense.
It's telling me to leave.
John, it's a Scarran warship
closing in on the planet
at maximum speed.
Stryker or Dreadnaught?
Neither. Something new
and much faster.
How much time we got?
More like how little.
D'Argo!
I'm on my way
to get you now.
Hey,