that we are approaching the planet Gauda Prime.
And Scorpio is under attack.
How much further to your flyer?
- I can't walk any further.
- Yes, you can.
Why don't you just kill me?
I told you. You're worth more alive.
Get up, girl.
Arlen. My name is Arlen.
That's the name they're paying for.
That's right. I made them pay for it.
So use it, scum.
Blake. My name is Roj Blake.
- Who the hell are they?
- Who the hell cares?
- They could be making a mistake.
- It doesn't seem to affect their aim.
Burnout on drive two.
Overall power loss is 32%.
Alignment on three and four is drifting.
This won't hold it for long.
- Have we shaken any of them off?
- Not exactly.
Not remotely. There's four more coming on 023.
And two more on the reciprocal bearing.
They'll have us in strike range in 25 seconds.
We're running out of options.
Power-dive the atmosphere. Fake it.
Make it look as though we're out of control.
TARRANT: I may not have to fake that.
Do it!
All right, everybody, stand by
for a rather sudden visit to Gauda Prime.
- They're not following us down.
- They're breaking away, all of them.
- They're falling for it.
- So are we.
- It was a calculated risk.
- What's wrong?
There isn't enough power to get us back out.
Or enough control to land.
- You mean we really are going to crash?
- No wonder they were convinced.
- There must be something we can do!
- I'll accept suggestions.
- How does "abandon ship" grab you?
- Well, it's a neat trick if you can do it.
We can use the teleport.
- He's right.
- DAYNA: What, at this speed?
Do you want to wait around
until we hit something soft?
Come on, you're wasting time.
- Another calculated risk?
- Try and get the sums right this time.
- Are you ready?
- No, but do it anyway!
Good luck.
(High-pitched roaring)
Orac, on my order,
I want you to operate the teleport.
Very well. But the previous coordinates
can only be matched approximately.
- Come on, Tarrant.
- I can't.
What?
If I leave the controls for a second,
she'll flip over and break up.
Slave, take over the flight controls.
I am most humbly sorry, Master,
but I can find no flight controls.
It dropped below his tolerance
a couple of minutes ago.
It's only a computer, Avon.
It takes talent to fly a dead ship.
Look, there's nothing you can do.
You're not a good enough pilot.
I can see that.
So get the hell out of here, will you?
There's no point in both of us dying.
- Are you ready, Orac?
- Of course I am.
Then do it.
Goodbye, Tarrant.
(High-pitched roaring)
Slave, any crash systems
still functioning put them online.
Yes, sir.
Am I to understand that you are going
to try and ground the ship, sir?
I'm going to turn it first.
The ground is very close, sir.
I know that!
(High-pitched roaring)
(Tarrant screaming)
All right, Orac, where is the nearest settlement
and how do I get to it?
Checks are finished. She is who you say she is.
I wouldn't have brought her in
if I hadn't made sure.
You're good at this, aren't you?
I'm still alive.
According to her
three of your erstwhile colleagues
no longer share that happy condition.
Happy condition?
- She says you killed one of them.
- So?
Was it necessary?
- Yes, Deva, it was necessary.
- One bounty hunter killing another?
It's a competitive profession.
That isn't funny.
Neither was Tando.
Tando? Oh, it was Tando you killed.
- Does it make a difference?
- Well, he's worse than the people he hunted.
- He didn't have a price on him, though, did he?
- It was only a matter of time.
Isn't everything?
Who's next on the list?
Thank you.
(Electronic beeping)
- Deva.
- It's Klyn.
Yes, Klyn?
We've been tracking a ship
that tried to run the blockade.
Did it get through?
There was a full squadron of gunships on its tail
when it hit the atmosphere.
- It didn't, then.
- Bits of it, maybe.
What was it? Do you know?
A planet-hopper from the scope reading.
Might have been Wanderer class.
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