out so long.
Won't they die?
They'll come in when they're hungry enough.
All except Og.
- And why won't he?
- He's further advanced.
He began to know what we want him for
and he's afraid.
I shall need to calm him, to reassure him.
Try to get him to trust me again.
Well, maybe he'll never trust you again.
It's possible.
Does he understand speech?
If you keep it simple, yes.
He can't speak, naturally.
He's programmed to obey, not argue.
Yet he ran away.
That was his animal instinct.
Look...
if he won't trust you, perhaps he'll trust me.
- Why should he?
- Because I'm somebody else. Not you.
Not the one who gave him pain.
Does that make sense?
- It's possible, I suppose.
- Are you going to hurt him again?
There's no need.
I've developed painless brain grafts for the others.
All Og needs is psycho-instruction.
You're so rational about it all.
Not as rational as you might think, Dayna.
Quite emotional, really.
I don't believe it.
Oh, it's true.
It's absolutely true.
I only wish it wasn't.
Why?
Oh...
I've been on my own on this planet
for so long now...
I don't think I can cope with people any more.
Yes, you can.
Can I?
Yes.
Like I said. Messy.
Go and get cleaned up.
Preferably somewhere else.
Is that all the thanks I get?
Not even a glass of wine?
We've used the best of it up.
Correction. You've used the best of it up.
Orac, is the navigation system
fully operational now?
No, it is recommended that a further overhaul
of the glycolene ballast channels be carried out.
- What?
- It's lucky you didn't get cleaned up.
- Or boozed up.
- Would you settle for fed up?
- It's somebody else's turn.
- Try and do it right this time, Vila.
A glass of wine when I come up
or I don't do it at all.
Half a glass.
- Before I go down?
- Don't push your luck.
What luck?
Where will they be, do you think?
Probably by the cliff.
(Howling)
Make for the ridge.
It's a natural vantage point.
Captain.
I want you to make sure we're ready to lift off
this mudball at the first sign of trouble.
We will be, Commissioner.
Og.
I mean no harm, Og.
I want to help.
I am your friend, Og.
I think Justin is also your friend.
You're very hungry, aren't you?
Very, very hungry.
(Growling)
If you come back into the compound,
into your quarters,
I promise you will not be hurt.
I promise you will be treated properly.
Not hurt.
Not your head.
Not hurt.
Og, come back with me.
The others will follow.
Justin!
Orac, status of the teleport system?
- 86% function.
- That's better than normal.
- I've got the personal intercoms working again.
- Right.
- How's our armament situation?
- Good as it'll ever be.
We couldn't hold off a Federation patrol with it,
but we knew that already.
If we're going to Bucol Two
we shall need all the fire power we can muster.
So long as you remember
we're smoke if they get to us.
Are we expecting trouble on this trip?
A Federation patrol attacked Scorpio at Bucol Two.
They might wonder what it was doing there
in the first place. I would, in their position.
Then it's dead stupid of us to go there, right?
"Dead" being the operative word.
Dayna is there.
And I'm sorry about that, but I don't see why
I should be punished for your guilty conscience.
Orac, are we fit to fly?
Fit to fly, certainly.
You have fully functioning drive units
and the navigation systems are 96% effective.
- There is one recommendation, however.
- A test flight?
Test flights are usual after repairs
and replacements of this magnitude.
- That would take 24 hours at least.
- Would 24 hours kill us?
It might kill Dayna.
Or it might put her
into the hands of the Federation.
At which point this base loses its value.
Get what you need.
I want to lift off within an hour.
Dayna.
Dayna.
(Echoing) Dayna!
We must talk about your friend soon.
But first, tell me about the animals.
Nothing to tell.
Simply an unimportant genetic experiment.
I don't think so.
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