Headlights of a heavy vehicle move to camera in the darkness. An explosion illuminates the rain damp asphalt under it, chain link fence in the BG.
Cut to interior of the vehicle, canvas covered cargo bed. John and Harvey sit side by side on the long narrow bench which flanks either side of the interior [or so I'm told]. John's pickin' his own clothes still, but Harvey must be pickin' the venue and his own outfits-- clad in typical GI Joe attire, circa WWI? Tan trenchcoat, bucket helmet, the straps hanging loose. Harvey starts badly at the explosion; John just sits, surly, chewing gum, barely acknowledging the blast.
HARVEY
Oh, turn back, John.
JOHN
Shut up, Private. We're goin' in.
John adjusts a long gun, from one hand to the other, some other bit of business with something tucked in his waistband under his jacket- the notebook?
HARVEY
If Scorpius discovers you intend to sabotage his wormhole research... he'll kill you John, and if you perish... so do I.
JOHN
Thought you wanted to die.
HARVEY
Not any more. I want to survive.
JOHN
Then follow orders.
Harvey starts at another explosion, deciding to 'suck it up'.
HARVEY
I'll do my best.
Cut to John's skeptical expression.
HARVEY [O.S.]
Trust me on that.
Cut to Harvey, clutching his rifle to his chest.
AERYN [V.O.]
Crichton...
Close on John, his black and white visage gaining color as the lights go up and...
TRANSPORT POD
Refocusing, John turns slightly toward her voice before turning back forward; shot pulls out. Crais stands behind and to his left.
AERYN
D'Argo and Rygel just reported in from the Command Carrier. Scorpius is sending marauders to escort us in.
Cont pulling wide, Chiana stands beside Crais, and Aeryn sits in the opposite Pilot's chair. Jool steps up behind John.
JOOL
Or blast us into particles.
CRAIS
Why is your hair red?
JOOL
Because I'm anxious, okay? I don't know why we're doing this. I don't know why I came along.
( to Chiana )
And I don't know why we didn't jump ship when you said we would.
CHIANA
Cause we'd be no where near a populated planet.
JOOL
You know what? We could've stayed on Moya.
JOHN
Aeryn. Turn the pod around. Let's take these two back.
AERYN
Moya is over four arns away.
CRAIS
And hiding with Talyn by now.
EXT. SPACE
Exterior space CGI, Moya and the still much smaller form of Talyn lurk above planetary orbit; a large smooth blue crescent filling most of the shot, a tiny moon peeking over it's horizon.
JOHN [V.O.]
Pilot? Are you parked?
PILOT [V.O.]
Yes.
INT. MOYA - PILOT'S DEN
PILOT
Moya has towed Talyn to the agreed upon rendezvous point.
Cut to long on Pilot's Den as his quiet sound of pain spills over comms.
TRANSPORT POD
Pilots distress seems to concern John.
Moya's own harmonic sounds also filter through.
AERYN
Pilot? What was that?
PILOT
Moya is under great stress.
CHIANA
She ought to see us.
PILOT
But she assures me, she will... endure.
JOOL
I hope we can say the same.
EXT. SPACE
EXTENDED CGI SEQUENCE
Four of the flat PK Marauder vessels intercept the Transport Pod, escorting it on all flanks as it approaches the hulking form of a Command Carrier, past off of its support vessels. In the far background, the crescent of a large blue planet fills most of the shot.
Cut to interior of the transport pod, everyone sits silently.
Cut to Exterior Space as the pod and escort vessels fly at speed into the gaping maw of the carriers docking area, jutting structures of what may be defensive weaponry decorate the edges of the entrance. The ships disappear inside.
Cut to interior of the transport pod. The lights of the carrier's interior illuminating everyone. John looks to Aeryn but her gaze is focused on the forward portal, and he turns back, expression hardening in familiar resolve.
Cut to hangar area, the nose of the Transport Pod enters at right, hovering over an outbuilding and a phlanx of PK's lined shoulder to shoulder on either side of a red carpet. Scorpius stands at it's head as the pod settles to the deck, landing struts deploying.
Cut to close on transport stairs, a black boots, pan up leather clad legs to John as he steps down to the Command Carrier [... one small step...], Aeryn just behind him, Crais behind her. His eyes remain ahead, looking down the red carpet.
Cut to Scorpius, standing at the opposite end, D'Argo standing to his right, Braca, with Plint behind him, stands to his left. The world and two ranks of rifle toting PK's between them.
Cut back to John, Aeryn and Crais. Chiana and Jool descending the stairs of the pod behind them.
Cut to close on Scorpius, spreading his arms wide, a magnanimous gesture; bowing his head, just slightly.
SCORPIUS
Welcome.
Cut back to John, grim faced and unmoving. After a light pause, and with the assistance of dramatically heavy handed music, he moves forward.
Cut to long and angle down as John walks the red carpet between the ranks of armed PK's toward Scorpius, Aeryn just behind his left shoulder. Cut to close on each of the group, John remains eyes forward, but the others survey the PK's surrounding them; Crais spies a familar face in a slender blond female with a rather severe haircut.
Cut to John, still walking slowly forward.
JOHN
Let's test the jewelry.
AERYN
All right.
Close on John's hand, held slightly behind his back. Still walking, she grabs hold of the thumb of his left hand, just below the bracelet and pulls upward, mercilessly.
John's knees buckle slightly and her grunts in obvious discomfort.
Cut to Scorpius, a hissing growl of pain, lifting his left hand slightly. The PK's around him tense, some stepping slightly out of rank to aim their pulse rifles toward the approaching group.
JOHN
Just checking.
AERYN
( aside to D'Argo )
Treating you all right?
D'ARGO
So far.
RYGEL
Food could be better.
SCORPIUS
John Crichton.
SCORPIUS
I grant you John, and your companions... full diplomatic rights, immunities... and courtesies whilst aboard this vessel.
SCORPIUS
At last. The rift between us is finally bridged.
END COLD OPEN
ACT ONE
COMMAND CARRIER - CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS
Shot is long and angle down on the main floor. Lovely PK carpeting [previously in eps such as TWWW] under a large oval command console; white and red lights a bright contrast to the dark surroundings. The door slides open with an electronic whine, and Crais enters; followed by John, they both step across the raised threshold of the door [submarine entrance], both displaying similar attitudes [I cannot believe I'm here/again]. Scorpius enters, followed by Braca. The three leading males circle the table, on opposite sides- John remaining closest to the door.
SCORPIUS
So tell me, John. What finally brought you here?
He circles the table slowly, until he faces John from the opposite end.
SCORPIUS
Dominar Rygel claimed you preferred the Peacekeepers to the Scarrans.
( beat )
Any other reasons?
Cut to MED long on John, standing a bit hipshot, thumbs looped through his belt. Black on Black. [could he be more gorgeous?]
JOHN
Moya. Pilot. Aeryn. D'Argo. They've been through hell... in large part due to me. It's time I did something for them. Do not... screw with them, Scorpius. Give them what they want. It's a good deal for you.
SCORPIUS
Oh. Uncontested.
[ This is turning into a 'Scorpy Expression', last said to Aeryn Sun about her superior abilities as a combat pilot ... just before he killed her ::DMD ]
CRAIS
There is one thing more we want. Talyn is presently inoperative. He needs to be brought aboard... for a full cognitive system replacement.
SCORPIUS
That was not part of the agreement.
JOHN
So? You called off the retrieval squad. Fixin' up Talyn is 'chump change'.
BRACA
Bringing a gunship aboard is too much to ask.
CRAIS
His weapons have been deactivated. Techs will remove them. He will be reprogrammed and set free.
JOHN
No guns; no Peacekeeper memories; no emotional problems.
BRACA
What incentive is there for us to work on Crais's-
Turning his attention briefly, John addresses obsequious toady.
JOHN
Braca, you wanna go another round with me? We can take this outside.
Effectively cutting off Braca's 'point', John turns his focus back to Scorpius.
JOHN
Talyn can go to hell. Crais can go to hell. This is for me, not him.
SCORPIUS
Granted.
CRAIS
Then show me to my quarters and get me the project schematics so I can isolate Talyn's design flaws. I'll need a Leviathan specialist. I request Lieutenant Larell.
SCORPIUS
For, ah... any particular reason?
CRAIS
Only that she's the best qualified.
A long pointed, piercing look at Crais and...
SCORPIUS
Hm.
Scorpy shoots Braca one of those patented 'make it so' nods. He moves to exit, Crais moving ahead of him. The door cycles, leaving John alone with Scorpius. He circles the table, standing a few steps away.
SCORPIUS
Your shipmates have been invited to refreshment in the ah... officers lounge. Shall we join them?
JOHN
No. Thank you. I came to work.
SCORPIUS
For, or against me?
COMMAND CARRIER - OFFICER'S LOUNGE
Full on bar/lounge, colors primarily red and black. Walls drenched in red, who could relax here? Room is packed with PK's of all uniformed varieties. Shot steady across the room, focus is a table with three PK's [Lt. Reljik, PK Karate Man and Burly PK Officer], one bitter angry voice predominates; that of a fairly ancient PK Officer, gray haired and battlescarred - Lt. Reljik.
RELJIK
Full immunity to escaped prisoners. It's frelling madness.
Shot pans to a wall with large frosted glass doors inserted. The doors open as Lt. Reljik continues bitching.
RELJIK
We shouldn't be welcoming these criminals. We should be executing them!
Close on Plint and Moya's crew. Plint holds the door solicitously as they enter, the animosity from the now silent PK's in the room washing over them. Chiana moves to the side, making room for Aeryn to precede them all. Aeryn's expression remarkably cool. She's the only one who 'knows' what to expect.
PLINT
( casually )
Make yourselves comfortable.
[ that guy makes me grin ]
Aeryn and Jool exchange a look, but no one moves. Stepping forward, Aeryn walks across the room, cool as you please. The silent PK's around her likely wishing they could, you know, kill her. Stepping up to a table, she reaches for a large jar, the PK male beside her muttering his hate before moving away.
ANONYMOUS PK OFFICER
( sotto voce )
Traitor.
Aeryn gives us a way cool, 'all right then' look. Good thing she's here as an 'ally', eh? She grabs a cup, and turns, heading toward her crewmates, now moving through the back of the room.
CORRIDOR
Braca 'escorts' Crais down a semi-dark corridor filled with black clad PKs. Muttered curses from the PKs they pass in the corridor.
BRACA
There's a lot of hostility among the crew. They feel you betrayed them by misusing your command.
( beat )
So do I.
WORMHOLE LAB
Co-Kura leads a guided tour as John enters the lab, Scorpius just slightly ahead of him. Shot is dominated by a large square red and white command console, slightly domed toward the center. Drifting above the table is a rectangular display screen [ presentation of the display screen looks CGI to me but I'm damned if I know how they did it ]
Co-KURA
I'm delighted to have you assisting us. We've prepared you a-a workstation. Tell me what you... require. I'll have someone obtain it for you.
They circle around the large and complex central command console in the lab and John looks down on his 'workstation', mild interest converting to mild annoyance.
He walks down a few steps to the lower level, briefly examining a small sort of antiquated looking console. Displays lit white, blue and green. He snags the small chrome stool beside the console and turns toward Co-Kura.
JOHN
Workstation.
Climbs the steps back to the main level.
JOHN
Seems limited.
Co-Kura waits expectantly, awaiting approval or something, but John hurls the stool across the room, smashes the terminal. Obviously dissatisfied.
JOHN
I don't assist.
he makes to leave.
SCORPIUS
John! The intention was--
JOHN
( cutting him off with vehemence )
Screw you and your intentions, Scorp. I do not eat at the kiddie table. Now, you either give me the big toys, or you send me home.
PRIVATE CREW QUARTERS
Doors cycle open on crew quarters, similar to that seen in Nerve and Hidden Memory; two small rooms separated by a short, partially padded tunnel. Crais enters shot, walking through the tunnel to the 'bedroom'. Braca follows, voice oily with smugness.
BRACA
Not as salubrious as your previous accommodations. Still, considering the fact you should be in our brig, I suppose you can't complain.
Crais searches the digs for prying eyes and ears.
BRACA
Don't bother searching for surveillance. You're not that important.
CRAIS
Lieutenant Braca. I predicted your rise in this organization. I stand by that prediction. You are a consummate... Peacekeeper.
Crais's insult does not go veiled or unnoted. Stung, Braca scowls and stalks from the quarters.
OFFICERS LOUNGE
Same crowd, not as silent as before, murmuring voices and some unpleasant laughter. Jool sits at a table with D'Argo.
JOOL
This is too weird, being here. How long were you a prisoner?
Cut to D'Argo, Aeryn 'relaxing' in a chair beside his.
D'ARGO
Eight cycles.
JOOL
And you were born here, grew up within these walls? It must have been awful.
Laughter from a nearby table draws Aeryn's attention. In a burst of white light the three PK's at the table 'become' Henta, Aeryn and an anonymous black haired PK male. They are playing some sort of a game and Henta has just won the 'round'. Much laughter ensues.
HENTA
Yeah!
AERYN
( mock groaning in defeat )
Oh!
HENTA
It's just chance.
AERYN
Well, I'll get it back.
They laugh some more, obviously having a good time together.
HENTA
Cheers...
They raise glasses in a toast.
Another flash cut and back to the present where Aeryn sits with the others of Moya's crew around her. She looks a bit... homesick.
AERYN
No. It wasn't awful.
Meanwhile; Chiana's on the prowl, her hand on Reljik's shoulder, fingers tracking lightly across his back as she circles his table. His face stiffens in anger.
CHIANA
Room for another?
She reaches for a vacant chair-- Reljik kicks it across the room. Cut to D'Argo, standing quickly - Aeryn standing beside him.
RELJIK
No.
CHIANA
But I have currency... and, ah...
She steps over to the chair, bending suggestively at the waist, some of her more charming assests on display.
CHIANA
other things...
She pulls the chair close again, another seductive smile just for Reljik. He's 'not' biting.
RELJIK
I don't see anything.
Cut to D'Argo, slowly crossing the room toward the brewing squall, a fierce scowl on his face. [ TFS Flashback: "Every frelling planet!" ]
CHIANA
No?
Bending down into his face.
CHIANA
Look closer.
Reljik stands, thoroughly annoyed and uncharmed by Chiana's charms. D'Argo reaches her side, speaking softly, a hand on her elbow.
D'ARGO
Chiana, I think we should be moving along.
She pulls away from him; her own anger showing.
CHIANA
We're just getting to know each other.
RELJIK
I know exactly what you are.
CHIANA
Oh?
RELJIK
A Nebari tralk.
CHIANA
( purring softly )
Oh?
RELJIK
And a Luxan who took a Sebecean wife and then murdered her.
D'Argo gets riled and is ready to rock 'n roll. Aeryn defuses the issue with D'Argo, quickly, right there by his side.
AERYN
( softly )
D'Argo, we didn't come here to fight.
D'ARGO
No. No, I wouldn't dream of it.
D'Argo and Reljik scowl mildly at each other- waiting for... something. Braca enters, [pretty sure that wasn't it] his tone vaguely chastening.
BRACA
Lieutenant Reljik.
RELJIK
We were just getting to know each other.
Reljik turns and stalks out of shot. Situation diffused, Braca moves away as well, and gets hailed by Rygel.
RYGEL
Ah, Braca. Crichton's now arrived, so keep your promises. You owe me a full intelligence report on the Hynerian political situation.
Braca hands over a data chip.
BRACA
Here it is.
RYGEL
Ah
( chuckles )
Braca turns to D'Argo, noting the Luxan's approach.
BRACA
Ah, and you can undergo your surgery anytime you choose.
D'ARGO
That wasn't the only thing I requested.
BRACA
We're working on the other thing.
Braca moves to depart, but D'Argo places a delaying hand firmly on his shoulder.
D'ARGO
Work faster.
D'Argo drops his hand and Braca exits.
A young woman [Henta] moves through the crowd in the lounge, a look of amazed surprise converting to a happy smile. [well, it's a PK smile, but a smile nonetheless.]
HENTA
For the love of cholak. I heard you were here, but I didn't believe it.
Aeryn turns at the voice, smiling warming [PK smile], she offers a cup to Henta.
AERYN
Will you have a drink with me?
The girl takes the cup, still friendly, relaxed; but as her fingers close on the up she notes the conspicuous silence all around them.
HENTA
Thank you... but I only drink with Peacekeepers.
She dashes the contents of the cup in Aeryn's face, her voice surly and bitter. She puts the cup down. Snarky tittering from the PKs as Henta stalks out.
WORMHOLE LABORATORY
John is seated at the large command console, leaned back in the chair, his arm resting across it's surface, hand upraised, knuckles stroking his temple-- practicing invisibility while Scorpius looms behind him.
Co-KURA
And this colonates the organic residue analyzer which, ah--
JOHN
--is tryin' to figure out why your wormhhole pilots are turnin' to goo.
Co-KURA
You know of the tissue liquification effect?
JOHN
Yeah. It happened to Linfer when she tried to defect to Moya.
SCORPIUS
What did Linfer tell you?
JOHN
Not a lot. She died.
( beat )
Tell you what, why don't you pull up her phase progression equations. Let's see how they compare to the stuff your... chip pulled out of my brain.
Everyone hesitates to provide him with what must be classified information.
JOHN
Fellas... open the bag or call me a cab, I cannot work blind.
Scorpy nods to Co-Kura who turns to a control console. The spiraling structure of the encoded wormhole data swirls on the display screen. The shot cutting to close on John as he rotates his chair, turning toward the display, leaning an elbow on the table for a closer look. The shot remains close on him 'through' the translucent screen as he leans in. The red and white lights of the table he leans on casts a reddish hue on his face.
MEDICAL SECTION - LATER
Close on D'Argo, reclining in a chair, a large two-handled device attached to one of the rings at his left collarbone. He does not look happy.
MEDICAL TECH
How's the pain?
Cut to Med on the group surrounding the table, the tech holding something that looks like a huge set of bolt cutters against D'Argo's collar bone. Jool and Aeryn stand on the other side of the chair. John, entering, climbs a short flight of stairs to join the group. Except for the Tech, they all wear a set of silky gray clothing, sort of Karate Gi with obi belt of same color.
MEDICAL TECH
I can increase the anaesthetic mist.
JOHN
You doin' all right, big guy?
D'ARGO
Well enough. Only it's taking slightly longer than I expected.
D'Argo's tone does nothing to conceal the thought that, perhaps, the Tech is making the process last longer that it ought.
MEDICAL TECH
My apologies.
He removes the bolt cutters, D'Argo sighing in undisguised relief. The tech discards the bolt cutters in favor of a smaller medical implement; large tweezers.
MEDICAL TECH
These rings weren't designed to be removed. The bone will knit shortly, however...
The tech removes the metal ring from D'Argo's collarbone, examining it and the area of removal closely.
MEDICAL TECH
...and the blood is running clear. You're safe from infection in here.
Unspoken signals between them, and John and Aeryn descend to the lower area for a private conversation. The tech hands D'Argo the ring.
[I love the economy of set use here. Considering that almost 'all' the sets are new for just these two episodes; the 'dentist chair' D'Argo is sprawled in is at the top of a flight of stairs; seen much later in the climax of Part 2-- conspicuously absent of dentists chairs. Down the flight of stairs and across a short span of large white grouted black tiles is a brace of black framed doors with frosted glass inserts decorated with a stylized version of the red and white PK symbol; vertical presentation-points down. Above the door, a much larger version of the red and white PK symbol horizonal presentation. To the left, below the stairs, is a three tiered construct of the same large black tiles; square, each tier diminishing in size; a continous stream of thick white mist pours from the top of the smallest tier mounted at the top. Presently three gray clad PKs sit there; two at the lowest tier and one above and between them. It's the basic black/red/gray design. Use of white is 'very' limited, and so, startling in constrast.]
MEDICAL TECH
Relax there for a few arns. The griltto mist will help you heal.
Maybe this is the gross out moment of the week: The tech hands the second ring to D'Argo; cut to close on the rings as D'Argo turns them in his hand- they look sorta like shower curtain rings- except black; but the cut ends each have a tiny flake of whitish substance adhering to them-- bone?
Cut to John and Aeryn, taking a seat at the three tiered structure, PKs moving away in the BG.
AERYN
Apparently it's safe to talk in here. Crais says that the mist interferes with their surveillance equipment.
JOHN
Well, he should know. It was his boat.
He spares a quick, direct glance in her direction. Otherwise they sit angled, shoulder to shoulder; neither ever actually looking 'at' the other.
JOHN
How you holdin' up?
AERYN
Well, I wish I was elsewhere.
JOHN
Yeah.
AERYN
Have you decided on a plan?
JOHN
Plan A... was to wipe all their data, send them back to square one. That would work if I could find the erase button.
AERYN
Um hmm.
JOHN
Plan B... steer 'em in the wrong direction, 'cept I don't know which way that is.
AERYN
Mm.
JOHN
I'm startin' to look at Plan C.
AERYN
Which is?
JOHN
Forget the whole thing and run like hell before they kill us.
AERYN
Are you serious about that one?
JOHN
No... just tell the others not to get comfortable.
AERYN
Trust me, they won't.
OFFICERS LOUNGE
Must be late, or late in shift, the only occupants of the room are three PKs sitting around a table. Lt. Reljik, a burly PK Officer [Australian wrestler, Mark Mercedes], and another anonymous PK [later revealed as 'Karate Man'].
PK KARATE MAN
Well, that's it for me.
Karate Man exits, leaving Reljik and Burly PK to stew in their juices-both a bit 'tight'.
RELJIK
How the frell can Scorpius allow that Luxan on board? Can't stand Luxans. Never could.
BURLY PK OFFICER
Me neither.
RELJIK
Looking down his ugly nose at us. Like to wipe that sneer off his face.
BURLY PK OFFICER
So would I.
RELJIK
You know what might give him a good scare? Have you still got that thing they... built for you for the battle of Stalaro?
MEDICAL SECTION
D'Argo and Jool relax on the lowest tier of the 'sauna'.
JOOL
I don't like it. I don't trust Scorpius. Are we gonna die here?
D'ARGO
What do you mean? In this room, or in a Command Carrier?
BURLY PK OFFICER [O.S.]
Luxan!
Cut to Burly PK officer, decending the stairs. He's tricked out; ridiculously enough, in the latest in bandsaw technology, the black harness holding a bulky housing to his arm reveals 'way' too much flesh for my taste. Well, in this case.
D'ARGO
Peacekeeper.
D'Argo remains reclined on the tier, can't be bothered with this right now.
BURLY PK OFFICER
Get up.
D'ARGO
Oh, frell.
BPK reaches for D'Argo's shirt to pull him to his feet. Standing, D'Argo shoves him back a ways; attempting a quick disposition, his tongue lashes out but BPK dodges to the side.
[Surprisingly, nobody says, "Let's dance," but D'Argo and the PK Officer go at it anyway. Intricately choreographed so Anth doesn't get 'sawed' accidentally. Good plan.]
The weight of the damn thing overbalances BPK guy every time he swings it, taking wild swipes at the stairs and the sauna tiers while D'Argo dodges; Jool cowers in the BG before getting worried enough about how D'Argo is doing to get her licks in; tiny fists pounding against BPK gut, distracting him to the point that he has to hurl her against the wall, instead of bisect the fallen Luxan; taking a swipe at her with the bandsaw while D'Argo picks himself up off the ground.
D'Argo rushes BPK guy as Jool scrambles to relative safety, pinning the whirling bandsaw arm against the wall while he smashes his fist into BPK guy's face a few times. They wrestle with the bandsaw for a bit and D'Argo kicks BPK guy in the gut, driving him back to the edge of the upper level with a two handed slug to the jaw that looks like a frellin' homer to me- great style. BPK guy recovers and raises the bandsaw 'o doom over his head, overbalancing on the edge of the platform. Jool and D'Argo react in typical 'good guy' style.
JOOL
D'Argo!
D'ARGO
No!
D'Argo reaches for BPK as he teeters on the edge, clasping arms with the guy-- typical bad guy fashion, BPK guy takes a last swipe at big D, who has to dodge or be fileted, and BPK guy teeters one last time and falls the short distance to the lower floor - thud - landing uh, uncomfortably, on top of the rotating saw; his body juddering before the thing shorts out, cue sparks and smoke and blood pooling.
Cut to D'Argo's 'that's gonna leave a mark' grimace. D'Argo: 1, PKs: 0.
RELJIK [O.S.]
Don't move.
Lt. Reljik and a small squad of PK officers survey the damage to their comrade. He looks to D'Argo with a smirk.
RELJIK
Oh, dear.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
Dressing down, Scorpy style.
SCORPIUS
Reljik, if anyone, and I mean anyone, touches our guests... there will be two executions-- The offenders and yours.
Reljik gives him a surly sidelong glance.
SCORPIUS
Dismissed!
Reljik exits, surprisingly unchastened, passing John and Aeryn standing side-by-side at the bottom of the steps to the upper level.
JOHN
Can anybody think of a reason why we shouldn't head straight back for Moya?
Long on the room, Scorpius and Braca at the upper level, D'Argo and Jool standing nearby.
JOOL
No.
She decends the stairs to stand beside Aeryn. Girl looks wicked- hair blinding red, expression surly.
AERYN
We were assured safe passage.
SCORPIUS
But, John, Ka D'Argo, I do apologize. But, this will not happen again.
D'ARGO
That's right. Because I'm taking Jool, Chiana and Rygel back to Moya.
SCORPIUS
Unnecessary!
JOHN
The fewer of us onboard, the less likely one of your people is to get hurt.
BRACA
Yes, and the less incentive for you to keep your promises.
SCORPIUS
Those who wish to return, may. But...
D'ARGO
Speaking of promises...
SCORPIUS
Braca. Give him the file on Macton.
Braca hands D'Argo a chip.
BRACA
Latest activites... current location.
A long look toward Scorpius.
D'ARGO
Thank you.
CREW QUARTERS
Crais sits on the bunk examining schematics in his hands and spread across the bunk. The sound of the door cycling and Crais stands, walking forward, doing that Star Trek 'jerk the tunic down' move. Cut to doors as they cycle closed. A slender blonde PK, enters, her hair cut severely short [Lieutenant Larell- previously seen eyeing Crais in the cold open]
CRAIS
Lieutenant.
She stands, severely at attention, eyes forward, not looking at him.
LARELL
Captain.
CRAIS
No longer. What were you told?
LARELL
Only to assist you as required.
CRAIS
And are you displeased with this assignment?
LARELL
Why would I be?
CRAIS
Working with someone who has... lost his command.
She turns her eyes on him, they widen with rabid sincerity.
LARELL
Scorpius stole your command! I knew he squeezed you out of power.
CRAIS
What else do you know?
LARELL
That even though you left without a word... I never changed my feelings for you.
Pounce. She grabs his face with both hands, kisses him senseless, and he reciprocates for a long while, abruptly pushing her away, holding her at arms length.
LARELL
Scorpius. He knows about our past. He put me in the Aurora chair-- found out everything. He said if I didn't spy on you, he'd destroy me.
CRAIS
Why are you telling me this?
LARELL
For the last two cycles, I hated you. It was the only way I could get through it.
CRAIS
It's as I expected. Everyone who knew me... would be coerced into spying.
LARELL
I don't hate you.
CRAIS
I don't hate you either.
Mutual pounce. Crais is gonna finally get him some. [Ain't it grand? A lack of mutual hate. The most a PK can aspire to? hehe-- sorry-- I love this]
WORMHOLE LABORATORY
More blue light pouring over John's face as he examines the display screen; a curving blue grid overlies a swirling mass of blue; grid looks like the 'before' pic of wormhole CGI graphics.
JOHN
These are design specs, right?
Co-KURA
It's our latest approach... to create an external field that stabilizes a wormhole before entry.
And this is absolutely bitchin- close on John, one half of his face cast in blue from the display, the other half cast in red from the lights of the table. How the frell? Oh, and this is a good time to say again: simply gorgeous.
JOHN
You're using this entire ship's hull as a wave repeater.
He looks away- worried.
Co-KURA
Yes, the-the ship's mass itself acts as a multiplier.
It doesn't seem as if John required Strappa's assurance on his observations. Mostly ignoring the little guy he sits and begins tapping away at the computer terminal.
Co-KURA
If we knew the sub-harmonic formulas, we could find the right resonance pattern.
Co-Kura's taking 'obsequious toady' lessons from Braca; practically genuflecting, a big grin toothy grin pasted on his face as Scorpius enters; climbing the stairs behind John.
SCORPIUS
No progress?
Co-KURA
Uh, not as yet, so far we haven't been able to... to postulate any further equations, no.
John's deeply in thought or deeply pissed, hand drifting aimlessly around his head, settling on tenting over his eyes.
SCORPIUS
Why not?
He shoves away from the table, the casters of the chair making a very earthlike noise.
JOHN
Because... we keep being interrupted.
SCORPIUS
I'm sorry, John. But we must move faster. The equations we need are in here.
Bad move, Scorpy walks closer; resting his gloved hand possessively on John's head; John jumps to his feet, batting Scorpy's arm away.
JOHN
( quiet anger )
Don't touch me.
( beat )
Locked away. I can't get at 'em.
SCORPIUS
Well, perhaps you're holding back.
nose to nose, a roll of thunder beneath their rising voices.
JOHN
( voice rising over Scorpius )
Grasshopper, you tried to snatch the feather from my head--!
SCORPIUS
( shouting over John )
You should let-- let me finish!
Abrupt silence.
SCORPIUS
You may well be making every conscious effort, but sub-consciously... you may still believe... that I will misuse the wormhole technology.
JOHN
You say you're only after Scarrans, I'm cool with that. Long as it's true.
SCORPIUS
It is.
Raising his hand, he shows John something tucked in his palm.
SCORPIUS
Maybe I can prove it to you.
JOHN
What's that?
SCORPIUS
Excerpts from my file. Documenting my life before I joined the Peacekeepers.
He places the chip on the command console.
JOHN
Uh huh, what's that gonna tell me?
SCORPIUS
Why I despise Scarrans.
Flash cut to ...
THEATER OF THE MIND
John stands beside the parked military vehicle, crates stacked all around. Crading a metal cup in his hands, he raises it to his lips. Appropriately dramatic music and distant heavy artillery fire dominate the scene. Crouched beside the reach wheel of the vehicle, Harvey has his say.
HARVEY
Scorpius's data chip made for interesting viewing, don't you think, John?
JOHN
The Scarrans. Are they really the threat he claims? Or is he just out for revenge? What do you think?
[I think he's changing the tire]
HARVEY
( standing )
I share his intellect, but not his passions nor his fears. Yes. My assessment would be more objective than his. And I concur with him. The Scarrans... pose a threat to all our species.
Cut to long as both react to a nearby explosion behind them. Slung across his back, John has one of the patented long guns.
John takes a seat on the two stacked crates; now devoid of games. And Harvey takes the moment to pat him vigorously on the shoulder.
HARVEY
Cheer up, John. Scorpius has shown his biography to very few. He must be trusting you now.
JOHN
Yeah... yeah, that's interesting, considering I've been lying to his face.
HARVEY
Uh... I've managed to, uh... normalize your energy signature. Scorpius can't detect you're lying.
( beat )
We may yet survive this, John.
( beat )
Hoo-yaw!
COMMAND CARRIER HANGAR BAY
LARELL
Oh... it's magnificent.
CRAIS
Braca, stand down. He's harmless. His weapons have been deactivated.
BRACA
And I'm to take your word for it?
LARELL
Take my word, Lieutenant. That ship's biologics are on minimal auto-support. All its other systems are dead.
CRAIS
Care to board Talyn and see for yourself?
BRACA
And he believed your confession?
LARELL
Yes.
( beat )
He trusts me completely.
EXT. SPACE - CGI - COMMAND CARRIER & ESCORT VESSELS
COMMAND CARRIER - PTR AREA
PA SPEAKER
Group Leader Devlin, trials commence in ten microts. Reform and execute
( voice fades )
JOHN
This is nice.
AERYN
It's planetary terrain reconstruction for combat training. There's about forty on the ship.
JOHN
Look, Scorpy thinks that... Scarrans are... public enemy number one. They want to wipe out all the lesser species. Is that true?
AERYN
It's what we were taught.
JOHN
Great. And what if the Peacekeepers... never develop wormhole tech? What if that's the only way to keep the... Scarrans at bay?
AERYN
Well, they'll have to find another way to repel the Scarrans. But that's not your problem. You should be focusing on what you came here to do.
JOHN
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. It's just... it's just goin' so damn slow.
( beat )
The stuff in my head.
Long pause, Aeryn still spends more time 'surveying the landscape' than looking at John.
JOHN
You know what? I could be here for a while.
( beat )
Maybe it's best if you don't stay.
EXT. SPACE - MOYA
COMMAND
Rygel, Jool and Chiana sit around the strategy table; D'Argo standing in the BG. A holo display plays over the table; planets and stars, while the voice of the 'narrator' fills the command.
VOICE
...and calls for Dominar Bishan's abdication have spread to four of the primary home worlds.
The holo winks out while Rygel jubilantly celebrates.
RYGEL
By the Hynerian gods! Orrhn wasn't lying. Bishan's in disfavor!
( laughs )
If I returned, I could muster up an army, incite an uprising and restore myself to power!
Cue 'Chiana Vision'
RYGEL
I can see it now. The [unintelligible] of my supporters... 'Rygel! Rygel!'
( laughs )
CHIANA
Pilot, Pilot, what's wrong?
PILOT
With what? All systems report normal function.
CHIANA
No-no-no. You were screaming. I-I had a vision, y-you were screaming.
PILOT
But there's nothing wrong.
Pilot looks down at a rapid bleeping from the console.
PILOT
Ships approaching! Peacekeeper ships.
D'ARGO
A marauder and two prowlers. Approaching fast.
JOOL
Another retrieval squad?
CHIANA
Frelling Scorpius.
D'ARGO
Starburst now, Pilot.
PILOT
Yes. Prepare for immediate starburst.
Ext. space and gorgeous CGI of Moya initiating Starburst [from GEM], just as the energy wave reaches her nose, a pulse of red energy strikes her side. Cut to interior as Pilot screams in pain.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
COMMAND CARRIER HANGAR BAY
TALYN - THE BRIDGE
Crais and Larell work in the semi-darkness of the Bridge.
LARELL
Oh. This ship is amazing.
CRAIS
Hm.
LARELL
I understand why you took control of him.
CRAIS
Hm.
LARELL
The... the neural interface. What was it like?
CRAIS
A thousand different sensations all at once.
LARELL
Yet you're willing to give him up?
CRAIS
No choice. Ultimately, Talyn would not be commanded.
LARELL
Ultimately, neither would you.
CRAIS
My inability to take orders is why I am no longer a captain.
LARELL
Do you regret leaving the Peacekeepers?
CRAIS
Sometimes. What I regret most of is that I didn't... try to take you with me.
LARELL
I wouldn't have gone.
( beat )
Not then.
COMMAND CARRIER HANGAR BAY
HENTA
What do you want?
AERYN
I want to talk to you.
HENTA
Do you have something to say?
AERYN
Where should I start?
HENTA
What happened?
AERYN
Am I a traitor? Well, that depends upon your definition.
HENTA
Define it how you like. You're the one who left.
AERYN
Well, no I didn't have a choice in that. Crais decided I was irreversibly contaminated and he threw me out.
HENTA
And then he turned renegade and he got thrown out. You could have come back.
AERYN
It was too late then.
HENTA
You think you didn't have a choice?
AERYN
I didn't want to come back.
HENTA
Then you are a traitor.
AERYN
A deserter, perhaps.
HENTA
Can you tell me why?
AERYN
If you really want to know...
But she's cut off by an announcement.
PA SPEAKER
Alert! All cannon crew and prowler pilots report to stations. A captured leviathan is being escorted to docking area.
She bolts.
EXT SPACE - CGI - COMMAND CARRIER
WORMHOLE LABORATORY
Co-KURA
Linfer suggested this formula. I disagreed.
JOHN
You two argue alot?
Co-KURA
She was a great mind and a... a tragic loss.
JOHN
Yeah, I really didn't get a chance to know her, but I liked her. You... obviously liked her. That's good.
His attention refocuses on the display screen, and he gestures toward it.
JOHN
This is wrong.
Co-KURA
Do you see a flaw in her extrapolation?
JOHN
Just a hunch.
Standing, he takes a pen from a tech standing behind Co-Kura.
JOHN
Excuse me.
Stepping back to the display, he marks a few symbols on the curve of his left hand between thumb and forefinger; tilting his hand and body so Co-Kura can examine the equations as he writes them.
JOHN
That's not right. But. There it is... another way to go.
Sounds of footsteps entering, John looks up, shadow of annoyance on his face.
AERYN
[O.S.]
Crichton.
He turns and, cut to Aeryn standing in the doorway behind Co-Kura.
AERYN
They've captured Moya.
JOHN
( softly )
Scorpius.
He bolts.
COMMAND CARRIER - HANGAR BAY
RELJIK
What is this? Scorpius gave orders that this--
GRAYZA
I gave orders.
GRAYZA
Lieutenant Reljik, isn't it?
RELJIK
I am honored you remember, Ma'am.
GRAYZA
Thrice decorated by High Command, if I recall correctly.
RELJIK
You do, Ma'am.
GRAYZA
Would you be so good as to watch over these prisoners for me?
RELJIK
Ma'am.
COMMAND CARRIER - CORRIDOR
Aeryn and John run to camera, their progress stalled by two PKs, standing guard and the near end. They slow to a stop- John's not prepared to put up with any delay.
JOHN
Move.
PLINT
A security lockdown is in effect, priority Velkar Nine. No one is permitted-
John and Aeryn exchange a look and then take out the two guards, two blows each.
COMMAND CARRIER - CAPTAINS QUARTERS
SCORPIUS
What have you done? This Gammak project... is under my authority.
GRAYZA
Your authority is not absolute... Scorpius. Let me introduce K'or Tosko, Special Luxan Ambassador.
TOSKO
The Luxans have signed a defense agreement... with the Peacekeepers. I have been sent to promote other such alliances. But half the planets I visit, fear Peacekeepers.
GRAYZA
The other half laugh at us... for our simple inability to capture a handful of escaped prisoners whose exploits are becoming legendary.
SCORPIUS
Why should we care what insignificant systems think?
GRAYZA
We're uniting as much of the Uncharted Territories as possible. To improve our bargaining position with the Scarrans.
SCORPIUS
The Council intends to negotiate?
[Hey, will Scorpy remain an ally while the enemy of his enemy is not longer his enemy's enemy? *pant pant*]
GRAYZA
A truce is being explored.
SCORPIUS
A truce won't prevent an invasion. As a show of weakness, it may even hasten one.
TOSKO
Hence the alliances. To show strength.
SCORPIUS
Showing strength is useless! My project will give us strength!
COMMAND CARRIER - CORRIDOR
John and Aeryn run to camera; each with a 'borrowed' weapon, they turn a corner on the 'near' end, and cut to Braca, just beyond the intersection and behind the running pair- pulse pistol aimed and ready.
BRACA
Crichton, stop!
Cut to Aeryn and John, their two out vote Braca's one [ who can't shoot Crichton anyway ], and John 'removes' the pistol from his hands.
AERYN
Where is Scorpius?
BRACA
He didn't capture Moya.
JOHN
Like hell he didn't. Moya turned herself in?
BRACA
It wasn't Scorpius. Let him explain. Let me take you to him.
JOHN
What a good idea.
John grabs him and hauls him out of shot.
COMMAND CARRIER - CAPTAINS QUARTERS
GRAYZA
Even if these chimerical wormholes of yours had some military value... now is not the time to provoke the Scarrans. The very existence of this project imperils a truce.
SCORPIUS
The very idea of a truce... imperils every Sebacean. I know Scarrans. I understand them more than you ever will. Appeasement?
( beat )
Suicide.
This little dance is interrupted by the sudden opening of the doors to Scorpius's quarters. Braca stumbles inside, John just behind, Aeryn covering his back.
JOHN
[O.S.]
In you go.
John enters, entirely pissed, calling hell down on Scorpy's head. Cut to close on Scorpius, taking a long-suffering seat on the edge of his desk.
JOHN
Hey, Hopper! Let 'em go...
Sound of a pulse rifle charging and cut to close on John, showing his willingness to make good.
JOHN
Or I will... kill you, bracelet or no bracelet.
SCORPIUS
Calm down, John, calm down! Moya and your friends are unharmed.
AERYN
Well, we'd like to see them.
GRAYZA
You can't. I've taken them into custody.
John keeps the pulse rifle on Scorpius, but quickly unholsters Braca's pulse pistol, taking aim at the new voice.
JOHN
Have we met?
GRAYZA
Commandant Mele-on Grayza. And you must be... the infamous John Crichton.
JOHN
( deadpan )
Infamous?
( beat )
Two points... Commandant. One: your boy here has made a lot of promises which you should keep because, two: when my friends are threatened, I am infamous... for making really stupid moves.
( to Aeryn )
Yes?
AERYN
Um hm.
GRAYZA
Point two is clearly correct, but I cannot accept point one.
( to Scorpius
)
You've completely lost control.
SCORPIUS
Not yet.
Scorpius crosses back to his desk, engaging shipwide; John spares him a short glance- all his attention is focused on the newcomer, and has been since she first spoke.
SCORPIUS
This is Scorpius.
COMMAND CARRIER - HANGAR BAY
SCORPIUS
( over loudspeaker )
Moya and her crew are to be released at once.
Standing beside the holding cage where D'Argo, Jool, Chiana and Rygel are being detained, Lt. Reljik shakes his head.
COMMAND CARRIER - CAPTAINS QUARTERS
SCORPIUS
Braca. Have a security team report to my quarters. They will accommodate Commandore Grayza and her retinue to their vessel. A prowler detail... will escort them out of this sector.
BRACA
Sir.
GRAYZA
All right, Scorpius. we'll do this the hard way. I'll return with a full Council sanction. You shouldn't have made me into an enemy.
( to John )
And you shouldn't have pointed a weapon at me.
Exit hardass PK bitch.
JOHN
Damn, I gotta stop pointin' guns at people. Scorpius.
He climbs the steps to Scorpius's desk, handing him the pulse rifle and laying the pistol on the desk.
JOHN
I need a comms channel.
COMMAND CARRIER - HANGAR BAY
Commandant Grayza, the Luxan Ambassador and Lt. Braca enter. Grayza quickly approaches Lt. Reljik.
GRAYZA
You heard Scorpius. Release the prisoners.
RELJIK
Ma'am, are you sure?
GRAYZA
Do... as you are ordered... Lieutenant.
JOOL
Don't... touch me.
COMMAND CARRIER - CAPTAINS QUARTERS
PILOT
Crichton. We were attacked. Immobilizer... pulse.
JOHN
I know, Pilot. It's... it's all right.
PILOT
Moya won't accept a control collar. Rather be dead.
JOHN
There's not going to be... a control collar.
( to Scorpius )
Tell him.
SCORPIUS
Crichton is correct. Your capture was an error. This situation will not occur again.
JOHN
He means it, Pilot, and tell Moya I'm gonna hold him to it.
PILOT
Thank you, Commander.
SCORPIUS
John. Now you know what stupidity I have to deal with. You must not fail.
EXT SPACE - CGI - COMMAND CARRIER
COMMAND CARRIER - PRIVATE CREW QUARTERS
RELJIK
Reljik here. I'm alone. Comms encryption is engaged.
GRAYZA
Lieutenant, I intend to remove Scorpius from command.
RELJIK
I'm sure most of us here would fully approve of that action.
GRAYZA
But going through channels takes time, and given the crew's low opinion of Scorpius... I'm concerned for his safety.
RELJIK
He is well protected... but because of the I-Yensch bracelet, he is vulnerable through... John Crichton.
GRAYZA
Then I am equally concerned for Crichton's safety.
RELJIK
I will do my best to address your concerns, Ma'am.
GRAYZA
Thank you, Lieutenant.
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
COMMAND CARRIER - OFFICERS LOUNGE
Close on three shot, Pilot and Jool face each other across a games table, playing some sort of a... game. Rygel hovers between them, playin' the shark.
RYGEL
Ah, a simple game. Not very diverting, unless it's played for currency.
JOOL
Oh, I don't want to be diverted. I just want Crichton to finish his work so we can go.
Shot rotates around the table, in the BG between Rygel and Jool we see Aeyrn and Henta sitting at another table near the doors.
RYGEL
Oh, we'll go, whether he's finished or not. But we may as well take some Peacekeeper winnings with us.
Jool and Rygel chuckel.
PLINT
Play.
Cut to close on Aeryn and Henta.
HENTA
Then you've rejected our ideals?
AERYN
No, not all of them. I've actually kept loyalty, sacrifice, honor. Not all Peacekeepers believe in those ideals you know.
HENTA
I still do.
AERYN
( smiling )
Yes, I'm sure you do.
Cut briefly to Jool, Rygel and Plint as Plint sweeps up a nice stack of winnings. Jool shoots Rygel a worried look. Cut back to close on Aeryn and Henta.
AERYN
Aren't you ever worried that you might be fighting for the wrong cause?
HENTA
No. Never.
Aeryn nods, pausing just a bit. Her gaze lifting and directing Henta's gaze across the room with that slight motion.
AERYN
What about the wrong leaders?
Cut to Scorpius, standing with D'Argo across the room, deep in conversation.
SCORPIUS
He is here under the Peacekeeper-Luxan pact.
D'ARGO
I cannot believe that the Luxans made a pact with the Peacekeepers.
SCORPIUS
They're merely pledged to fight any Scarrans attack. They remain autonomous.
D'ARGO
Yes but... for how long?
MEDICAL SECTION
JOHN
The knowledge the Ancients put in my head is startin' to do its job. I can see which paths will work and which ones a dead end.
AERYN
So you will be able to steer Scorpius onto the wrong path?
JOHN
Yeah, I can screw up his research for years to come.
AERYN
Why aren't you happy about that?
JOHN
'Cause I'm not a hundred percent sure it's the right thing to do.
AERYN
The other John gave up his life to stop the Scarrans from getting this information.
JOHN
I know, but... it's my shift now. He didn't know what we know. He didn't get Scorpy's backstory. He didn't see Scorpy put his ass on the line for us.
AERYN
So, what... now you're actually considering helping Scorpius?
JOHN
No. It's just not clear what my next move is.
AERYN
Well then you get clear. I said I'd back you up, and I will. But you have to make a decision.
TALYN - THE BRIDGE
LARELL
Bialar. I know you may not believe me, but... you could come back.
CRAIS
( laughs )
To the Peacekeepers? Scorpius despises me as much as I despise him.
LARELL
This wormhole project... it means everything to him. As does loyalty. Give him what he wants from Crichton. Show Scorpius you're not his enemy.
COMMAND CARRIER - CORRIDORS
JOHN
What?
AERYN
I think we're being followed. Through there.
COMMAND CARRIER - GENERATOR ROOM
AERYN
Don't touch anything.
JOHN
What is this place?
AERYN
It's a generator. It's unlikely we'll be followed through here.
JOHN
Yeah. It's a good place for an ambush.
PK KARATE MAN [O.S.]
Got 'em, Sir. Junction three, lurg eight.
AERYN
Well, our odds aren't going to get any better.
JOHN
Ah, hell, karate man!
John gets ass kickin' from Karate Man scene.
COMMAND CARRIER - CAPTAINS QUARTERS
SCORPIUS
Braca! Crichton is being assaulted! Find him!
COMMAND CARRIER - GENERATOR ROOM
AERYN
Crichton, get clear!
JOHN
What?
PK KARATE MAN
No pulse weapons. Not in here!
RELJIK
Oh, yes.
RELJIK
John Crichton.
PK KARATE MAN
He's here!
Karate Man gets fried.
COMMAND CARRIER - CAPTAINS QUARTERS
BRACA
Sir!
SCORPIUS
I'm all right. Crichton?
BRACA
We're checking every level, Sir.
COMMAND CARRIER - GENERATOR ROOM
Roger Ramjet scene.
RELJIK
Frell.
JOHN
This is just not fair.
END OF ACT FOUR
TAG
CONTINUOUS FROM END OF ACT IV
AERYN
Crichton, where are you?
JOHN
Up top! About to blow up!
JOHN
Aeryn!
COMMAND CARRIER - CAPTAINS QUARTERS
JOHN
Just in case there's anymore assassination attempts.
JOHN
Hey, how'd it... feel at your end?
SCORPIUS
Like time is running out. Commandant Grayza... will return very soon.
JOHN
Work it out, Scorp. Get your ship under control. They were after me to get at you.
SCORPIUS
Realize that the situation has now changed! Our fates are now well and truly linked.
JOHN
We have been over this. I am still trying to assimilate all the data your people collected.
It is Einstein's timetable. God, it's God's timetable, Scorp. Fix your end. I'm doin my bit.
SCORPIUS
Are you?
JOHN
Why are you bitchin' at me like we're married, Scorpy-Sue? Just tell me what's on your mind.
SCORPIUS
I suspect you're stalling... either through ignorance, or by design. I hoped you'd see reason.
JOHN
What do you think... I see? Huh? I'm here. On a big, stinkin' Command Carrier. Dick Tracy's freakin' neural bracelet linkin' me to Bram Stoker's nightmare. What more... do you want... from me?
[ okay this made me giggle; last said to Aeryn in GEM. ]
SCORPIUS
Cooperation...
JOHN
You stole that... from my memory.
SCORPIUS
You will kill both of us.
JOHN
I reckon so.
SCORPIUS
It took quite some effort to triangulate the stars from your planet. More... to gain a visual confirmation!
JOHN
Get the hell offa me, you freak!
SCORPIUS
Even without wormholes, Earth is reachable. At top speed...
( whispers )
Just over sixty cycles.
SCORPIUS
You give me what I want, or I swear... I will keep you alive so that you can witness your home worlds destruction!
TO BE CONTINUED
ROLL ENDING CREDITS
Work In Progress. We'll flesh it out between tranny's for the Season 4 eps.
