teleport range
of the desired coordinates.
- Ready for teleport?
- Ready as I'll ever be.
Set?
Set.
Good luck.
- Scorpio. Down safe.
- TARRANT: Right, standing by.
- Let me know when you make contact.
- Right. Out.
(Beeping)
- I'm sorry to bother you, sir.
- Yes, what is it?
I have detected Federation pursuit ships.
Dayna, respond, please.
Dayna, can you hear me?
- Slave, check for malfunction.
- I can find no trace of one, sir.
- Dayna...
- Sir, I would draw your attention
to Federation ships in line astern
approaching on bearing 160.
That's a bit sudden, isn't it?
- Plasma bolts released and running.
- Yes, it is a bit sudden.
- Estimated time of impact, 24 seconds.
- Course for evasion.
Vector 035.
035, all drives on, all maximum. Hit it!
- Second salvo released and running, sir.
- Evasion course.
(Slave stammering)
Come on, come on!
Well, try 072.
072 it is.
Sir, the third ship has fired its salvo.
Impact in 22 seconds.
I suggest course 023. Soon.
Uh.
What?
Right, 023.
Who, what are you?
(Growling)
Slave, give me a course for base.
Course for base, 134.
- I repeat...
- I have it.
- Oh, sorry, sir.
- And don't keep saying you're sorry.
- Sorry, sir.
- Don't!
What the hell.
Preliminary damage survey, Slave.
Main teleport system is damaged
to a degree as yet unspecified.
Navigation systems register
first warning of malfunction.
Main detectors show 50% is functional.
Further damage is under assessment.
- A mess, in fact.
- Yes.
I'm sorry, sir.
So am I, Slave.
Coming to 134.
Dayna!
In here, quick!
- Justin, it is good...
- One moment.
Go into the lab.
Go into the bunker, Og.
Go to your quarters.
There is food there.
Food, Og.
Go and eat the food. It is waiting for you.
My work...
as you see.
Here...
let me take those slides.
They're rather important.
Now, have you recovered,
or can I offer you a stimulant?
Oh, no, no, no. I'm fine now.
Thank you for rescuing me.
But what are those animals?
In good time. Here.
Let me look at you.
My little pupil Dayna, lovelier than ever.
Still playing with your guns, Dayna?
They were never toys.
Even less so, now.
Do sit down.
You know, I'd no idea you were still alive.
Most of my pupils of your time are dead,
perished in the Galactic War.
That war was a terrible, terrible mistake.
I had to kill two of the animals.
Ah.
Pity. Still the warrior, hmm?
Look, do have a stimulant.
It's just adrenalin and soma, I'm afraid.
I drink...
rather a lot of it here on my own.
- You're the only one working here?
- The only human working here, yes.
I'm training the animals to work, of course,
but it's slow.
Very slow.
I've got them right physically, you see...
but it's the psychology that's difficult.
All they want to do is exist.
However, I'm trying brain implants and so on...
but they hate it, it's painful.
That's why they rebelled and broke out.
- The most developed ones?
- Yeah.
Oh, they'll come back in.
They have just enough intelligence not to starve.
So you're experimenting on them
by genetic restructuring and transplants.
I am a genetic engineer, among other things,
or had you forgotten?
I learnt the surgery later.
Having a lot of success, too.
You are making a new race of animals.
Or humans.
Why?
Ah, well, I can't tell you all my secrets,
can I, Dayna?
It's nice to see you. You look very well.
I would say beautiful but I'm a scientist
and we're supposed to be short on emotion
and all that sort of thing, aren't we?
But I will say you look quite beautiful, my...
Admiring the work?
I think it's...
disgusting.
AVON: Absolutely not.
Maintain your present course.
Abandon Dayna, keep running
for base and bring that ship back.
It will take us quite long enough
to repair the damage you have already done.
What do you mean, the damage I've done?
One's just given up. Good.
The others will soon follow.
All except Og. He's had one extra transplant, so...
Oh, but I forgot, you