there's two tribes,
the Hommiks and the Seskas?
- The Seska are not a tribe.
- Not too close.
The gap is all connected
with the thickness of the door.
So what's the difference between
Seskas and Hommiks?
- How do you know how thick it is?
- By the stress pattern.
- I don't see anything.
- Not without this you won't.
- Oh, I see. And what does that tell you?
- The weight of the door.
I know the height, the width,
what it's made of, how dense it is.
- And the computer works it out?
- Computer? Who needs computers?
- I just have to look at it.
- You must be very clever.
That's what I keep telling everyone.
They even believed me in CF-1.
- CF-1?
- A sort of academy, when I was a boy.
They chose me as technical advisor for the escape.
Escape? From an academy?
- Perhaps academy was the wrong word.
- What about this?
- Do you know what it is?
- Oh, yes. I just don't know what it's for.
And they didn't teach this in... academy?
There's a switch.
When the door is closed, every 48 hours,
Dorian must say a code word to reset the timing.
Is that 48 hours standard time?
Earth standard time.
This planet is very like Earth, I think.
- That is why the Seska came here.
- And what happens if Dorian
- doesn't reset the switch?
- There's a nuclear compression charge.
- Yes, there would be.
- The whole base would...
Oh, well. Nuts and berries it is, then.
- Nuts and berries?
- Or rodents.
- You speak like a Hommik.
- What do you eat, then?
- We have a hydroponic dome.
- And the nutrients?
Dorian brings them from Onus Two.
Well, you better start thinking
nuts and berries, then.
- Dorian's dead.
- Dead?
200 years, but he made it in the end.
I didn't think anyone would be sorry.
Least of all me.
This could go at any time, couldn't it?
(Beeping)
I must go.
No, wait, what about this?
Pella...
I'm sorry, Vila, truly, but I must go.
Don't let me stop you.
Pella, quickly, you must hurry.
The others are at the main entrance.
- Orac knows more than he's saying.
- So what do we do?
- You can't put thumbscrews on a computer.
- Oh, he'll answer.
We just have to ask the right questions, that's all.
- Did you see her?
- Who?
Pella, a young woman.
She was here a moment ago.
- What are you talking about?
- We've got to get out of here.
This whole place... There's a nuclear
compression charge, we've got to move.
- Vila, take it easy.
- It could go at any time!
Let's just take one thing at a time.
This young woman...
I am Gunn Sar, slayer of Mavarik.
Lord of the Hommiks.
I rule by the strength of my right arm
and by my left arm and by the...
- When Gunn Sar dies in combat, the victor is Lord.
- ALL: Hurray!
- I've got to say all that.
- Tradition.
Well, old Mavarik was 63.
He had it coming anyway.
Gunn Sar will live!
- ALL: Gunn Sar will live!
- Pick a weapon.
I'll have a neutron blaster.
No neutron blasters.
- In that case I'll have a glove.
- A glove?
- A glove.
- A glove.
- Get up, Gunn Sar.
- Kill him.
(Gunn Sar groaning)
Kill him, Gunn Sar.
Get him, Gunn Sar!
- Come on.
- Come on.
(Bleeping)
An ordinary domestic heliofusion rod.
You haven't seen one, have you?
Don't! All that underground heat, light, power.
And you never considered where it came from.
Put that thing back where it came from.
Use his glove.
The one being held
by the Hommiks is called Avon.
Well, does he concern us?
- Our future depends on him. Dorian is dead.
- Dead?
- But the Scorpio?
- Without Avon, the Scorpio is lost.
Watch him.
I've checked the secondary hatch.
Locked, from the inside.
- So she used the main entrance.
- We used the main entrance. It was locked.
Besides, if she came in that way,
she would have tripped the surveillance alarm.
- Then she's still on the base.
- I've checked. There's nobody here.
All right, I'm going mad.
Comes of drinking and talking to myself.
I could be lying of course.
Have you considered that?
Vila, we're not accusing you of