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| Starring: | |
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Ben Browder Claudia Black Virginia Hey Anthony Simcoe Gigi Edgley |
Commander John Crichton Officer Aeryn Sun Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan Ka D'Argo Chiana |
| Guest Starring: | |
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Melissa Jaffer Anna Lise Phillips |
"Old" Nilaam "Young" Nilaam |
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Writer: Grant McAloon Who also wrote: | |
Director: Tony Tilse Who also directed: | |
| CREATED BY: | Rockne S. O'Bannon |
| CO-EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: | Richard Manning |
| CO-EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: | Naren Shankar |
| PRODUCED BY: | Sue Milliken |
| WRITTEN BY: | Grant McAloon |
| DIRECTED BY: | Tony Tilse |
| EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: |
David Kemper Brian Henson |
| EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: |
Rod Perth Robert Halmi, Jr. |
| EXECUTIVE CONSULTANT: | Rockne S. O'Bannon |
| CREATIVE CONSULTANT: | Justin Monjo |
| EXECUTIVE STORY EDITORS: | Gabrielle Stanton & Harry Werksman, Jr. |
| DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY: | Russell Bacon |
| PRODUCTION DESIGNER: | Rickey Eyres |
| ASSOCIATE PRODUCER: | Andrew Prowse |
| MUSIC BY: | Subvision |
| COSTUME DESIGNER: | Terry Ryan |
| EDITOR: | Minh-Tam Cole Nguyen |
| SECOND UNIT DOP: | Danny Batterham |
| MAKEUP/HAIR SUPERVISOR: | Dave Patterson |
| STORY EDITOR: | Lily Taylor |
| SCRIPT EDITOR: | Grant McAloon |
| PRODUCTION EXECUTIVE: | Robert I. Wozniak |
| VOICE OF RYGEL: | Jonathan Hardy |
| VOICE OF PILOT: | Lani Tupu |
| PRODUCTION MANAGER: | Lesley Parker |
| CREATURE SHOP CREATIVE SUPERVISOR: | Dave Elsey |
| VISUAL EFFECTS: | ANIMAL LOGIC |
| LINE PRODUCER: | Anthony Winley |
COLD OPENEXT. PLANET SURFACE Overcast and gray on planet, wind howls. D'Argo, Crichton, and Zhaan walk abreast long an undeveloped road toward a large and 'ominous looking' structure. Very castlelike in appearance, tall, narrow spires reach to incredible heights. INTERCUT INT. Castle The sound of approaching footsteps cause a cloaked figure to raise a hooded head, revealing a 'humanlike' creature with green eyes and a scaley textured skin. D'Argo, Crichton and Zhaan enter through wide open archway. Crichton, slightly in the lead, stops in front of a large low table in the center of the room. The green eyed creature watches silently as they examine their surroundings. Four tall urns containing open flames grace each of the four corners of the room, three narrow arched and barred windows high up on the far wall cast slanted beams of light into the room. Tall maroon double doors are seated in a slight recess in the right wall of the room.
Zhaan addresses the cloaked figure.
Without responding, the cloaked figure moves quickly toward the double doors.
The alien darts a nervous glance toward Crichton as he follows him slowly.
The doors close in his face.
Crichton turns away from the door, slightly annoyed, eyeing the spartan room.
D'Argo moves toward one of the open flames, appraising it silently. Zhaan joins him.
Crichton looks up from his own examination of one of the other Lamps.
The double doors open with a quiet creak and the alien 'receptionist' reappears.
The alien silently eyes all three visitors.
The alien skitters across the room, exiting quietly, leaving the double doors wide open.
Zhaan beckons D'Argo slightly with an upraised arm, and he moves to precede her. All three walk through the open doorway to the next room, Crichton slightly in the lead again.
Obligingly, they all stop just inside the door.
On the far side of the room, the source of the ancient sounding female voice is propped up on the pillows of a large bed, her features indescernable behind the haze of a mote filled shaft of light.
D'Argo lingers beside his companions.
D'Argo moves slowly into the room under the reassuring pressure of Crichton's hand urging him forward.
Crichton turns to Zhaan, silghtly surprised.
Zhaan nods in the affirmative, slightly smiling.
The woman leans slightly forward on the bed, her features illuminated rather than obscured by the shaft of light. Indeed, she is a Luxan, her tentacles done up in an elaborate manner.
On clear sight of her, D'Argo steps back quickly, his gaze lowering to the floor.
D'Argo turns, trying to gather up his friends in outstretched arms, urging them toward the doorway.
D'Argo stops instantly, glancing back toward Nilaam over one shoulder, gaze still averted. Crichton and Zhaan watch him closely, they've never seen him this scared.
Zhaan immediately lowers her gaze as well, but Crichton just looks quizzically back at Nilaam.
Crichton's gaze shifts slightly warily between D'Argo and Nilaam, as both D'Argo and Zhaan look up as commanded. D'Argo turns slowly back toward her.
With a great deal of obvious discomfort, D'Argo walks very slowly closer to the bed where the ancient Luxan woman sits.
D'Argo moves closer, stepping up to the side of the bed, getting a good look at the Orican. She is quiet old. Her hair completely white, and flesh deeply wrinkled. As this is the first female Luxan we've seen, it's either a sign of a female or that of an Orican, that she has a boney structure running along her cheekbones to the thinning blade of her typically Luxan nose.
Whatever D'Argo has noticed, he looks at her with fear in his eyes.
Zhaan's reactions reveal that she has a familiarity with what is being discussed, her concerned expression is not reassuring. Crichton doesn't see her expression, be his growing unease is also evident.
D'Argo steps closer, all fear departed, only resolve remaining.
Nilaam raises her slightly shaking hand from the bedcover, holding it poised before D'Argo's chest, fingers pointed in like a blade, D'Argo eyes her hand with vague discomfort. An intense internal light races through Nilaams hand, and she thrusts it into his chest. D'Argo flinches only slightly but cries out in pain. Crichton and Zhaan instantly lunge forward into the room.
They both watch as D'Argo writhes in pain, Nilaam's hand working violently inside his chest, her eyes rolled back, seeming lost in thought.
D'Argo's pain must be nearly unendurable as the examination continues. Crichton unable to restrain himself, takes another involuntary step forward, needing to stop this.
Nilaam withdraws her hand and seemily flings D'Argo backward. He sails through the air, and out of the room.
Crichton wheels about as D'Argo's body flies past, landing with a hard thump on the large table in the next room.
Crichton and Zhaan run to his side and the large double doors slam closed between them and the Orican. END COLD OPENROLL OPENING CREDITS"My name is John Crichton, an astronaut... ...a radiation wave, and I got shot through a wormhole... now I'm lost in some distant part of the universe, on a ship-- a living ship, full of strange alien life-forms.... Help me. Listen please... is there anybody out there who can hear me? ....I'm being hunted by an insane military commander... doing everything I can... I'm just looking for a way home." ACT IINT. ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER D'Argo crawls to hands and knees on the table of the Orican's reception room, resisting the concerns of his companions.
Crichton flips D'Argo onto his back with unexpected ease, he and Zhaan frantically search, but find no sign of physical injury.
D'Argo flings off their arms and rolls to a sitting position.
Crichton summons Zhaan to his side of the table with an angry preemptory gesture. Zhaan walks around the table to John's side, he grabs her arm, pulling her close.
D'Argo is having no problems overhearing this 'private' argument between Zhaan and John, and indeed he does look humiliated... or at least, embarrassed.
Not successfully repressing anger, Crichton pulls Zhaan closer, though they are already almost nose to nose.
Zhaan pulls back, yanking her arm away.
The protracted argument is giving D'Argo an opportunity to recover, and rethink the last few minutes.
Crichton turns away from Zhaan, toward the double doors, shouting this last angrily. D'Argo stands, sufficiently angered, and moves to confront Crichton, while Zhaan follows him, reaching out one reassuring hand. ( I'm guessing she's finding his attitude uncharacteristic as well. )
Zhaan again moves to hold Crichton back, but D'Argo hauls him back with a handful of his coat, pulling him around to face him, they are both very angry.
In the brief silence, it's clear that John doesn't believe what he's being told.
D'Argo gestures toward the tattoo's on his chin.
Crichton looks down at the markings then back to his eyes, still obviously not understanding he glances back over his shoulder to Zhaan who nods in assent.
Crichton looks back 'up' at his friend. ( I love how far up he has to look to meet his friends eyes when standing in close proximity! )
Still not understanding the problem, Crichton waits for some additional information.
D'Argo glances to Zhaan, but his gaze returns to Crichton before giving a reluctant answer. ( Guys bonding in the UT ceremony, yeah! )
D'Argo is reluctant to express agreement.
D'Argo hesistates to answer, but he doesn't disagree.
Crichton slams the backs of his gloved hands against D'Argo's chest for emphasis.
D'Argo turns about, and Crichton throws an arm over his friends shoulder, following him.
Instead of leaving the way they came, D'Argo heads back toward the Orican's chamber doors.
Crichton, 'this close' to a clean get-away, trails slowly after the determined Luxan.
Stopping as D'Argo enters the Orican's chamber, Crichton lashes out in frustration, kicking up a cloud of dirt and dust, then walks, dejected, back toward Zhaan.
INTERCUT INT. ORICAN'S CHAMBER D'Argo steps through a half opened door, slamming it behind him. The Orican is up and about, making up her bed.
D'Argo walks purposefully into the room.
INTERCUT MOYA, Sluice Chamber Singing a sweet tune in some alien tongue, Chiana stands knee deep in the fluids of Moya's sluice chamber, doin' laundry. The door swings open behind her and Aeryn enters. (First appearance of Aeryn's long-sleeved green zip top, wearing leather vest overall, oh and the boots with the buckled sides.) She tosses a couple of pieces of clothing on the floor.
INTERCUT INT. ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER An arched alcove carved into the wall on the left side of the room contains a chair seated into the alcove below a small circular barred window. Crichton sits within the alcove. D'Argo and Zhaan stand across the room from him.
Fair to say that all look a bit grim here, but Crichton looks sickly scared.
Crichton leaps up from his seat, even more concerned than before.
Zhaan is reluctant to answer that question, leaving it to D'Argo, who's also reluctant, but opts for the truth.
A brief and angry exchange ensues, mainly precipitated by Crichton's obvious fear.
D'Argo turns and leaves. INTERCUT MOYA, Hangar Bay Aeryn's crouched under the Prowler, conducting some kind of repair, when she notes the arrival of D'Argo and Zhaan.
Aeryn turns about, looking for the third member of the group.
INTERCUT INT. ORICAN'S QUARTERS Crichton walks slowly from the reception area into the Orican's room, pausing in the open doorway, watching silently as the Orican leans over her bed, coughing weakly.
Crichton slowly approaches the foot of the bed, glancing casually around the room, looking everywhere except at Nilaam.
Crichton braces one foot on the low step at the foot of her bed, leaning crossed arms on his elbow, now looking directly at her, his expression grim.
Nilaam leans in closer to him, their gaze intensely eye to eye.
He uses his best intimidating glare on her.
She continues watching him silently, and after a short wait he sighs heavily, stepping back in frustration.
Nilaam eases herself to sit at the foot of the bed.
This dispirited laugh marking his acceptance, he sits wearily at the foot of the bed.
Sitting next to this very powerful alien mystic, he gently places his hand over hers.
INTERCUT MOYA, D'Argo's Quarters Inside, D'Argo silently packs away a few items, looking up as the door swings wide and Rygel hovers in.
Chiana steps into the converted cell behind Rygel.
Chi slaps a hand over Rygel's mouth.
Chi eyes Rygel harshly and he continues to mutter behind her hand. D'Argo turns about, smiling wanly at her.
He turns away to pack away a last item.
D'Argo turns back toward her, pausing briefly, silently debating with himself, settling for a lovely smile and uttering an outrageous lie. ( And yep, that's the third 'under Anth credits' shot from the new s3 intro. )
Chi is 'not' stupid, and this little white lie does not reassure her.
D'Argo picks up his possessions and walks past Chiana.
Chi releases Rygel.
She walks to the open doorway, watching D'Argo's back as he walks away.
It's plain Chi doesn't believe him either, but only watches as he disappears around a corner. INTERCUT INT. ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER Inside the recess carved into the wall of the Orican's reception area, Crichton sits, left leg crossed over right knee, his right gloved fist pressed to his lips. Tension in every fiber of his being even as he remains mainly motionless watching the closed double doors. Agitation expresses itself in slight movement of his fingers. He taps his hand against his mouth, his eyes darting toward the exit, plainly wishing himself and D'Argo gone from this place. INTERCUT INT. ORICAN'S CHAMBER
Nilaam raises her hand, holding her palm hovering over D'Argo's chest.
Nilaam begins chanting softly in her native language, she takes D'Argo's blade in her hand and balances it on it's tip. Releasing it, it remains standing in that position as she strokes her palm against the edge of the blade, creating a long slash that oozes black blood. D'Argo joins in the chanting. He reaches out to the blade, creating a similar cut on his palm. They join hands together and black blood drips to the dirt floor. INTERCUT Crichton, using considerable effort, holds himself in his seat, listening intently as the chanting from the Orican's room intensifies. INTERCUT The Qualta Blade levitates from the floor, hoving point down between D'Argo and Nilaam. INTERCUT Restraint failing him momentarily, Crichton leaps up and moves toward the door. He stops himself, flinging both hands into the air. Turning he collapses back into the chair, resuming his former position, arms and legs crossed, tension electric. INTERCUT MOYA, Sluice Chamber Having returned to doing the laundry, standing knee deep in Moya's amnexus fluid, Chi glances up, pausing momentarily before returning to her work. ( The question of whether she actually 'heard' the chanting that we were hearing remains unanswered ) INTERCUT The Ritual of Passing continues in the Orican's room, the Qualta Blade hovers overhead. Nilaam abruptly ceases chanting.
D'Argo looks a bit confused as Nilaam begins a different chant, but he is intent on lending what strength he can. Around the room objects begin shaking as Nilaam's chant intensifies. Abruptly D'Argo's head snaps back and he screams! INTERCUT Chiana's head snaps up from her work, now certain he's heard something. INTERCUT Crichton runs to the closed door.
INTERCUT D'Argo continues screaming, Nilaam's chant can barely be heard over his agony. INTERCUT Crichton flings himself against the doors.
Crichton hurls his shoulder against the sealed doors. INTERCUT Nilaam's chant continues, and the screams pulled from D'Argo are almost constant and ear shattering. INTERCUT In a complete panic, Crichton continues to hurl himself against the doors.
INTERCUT As the chanting, screaming and shouting continue, the Qualta Blade hovering overhead begins to wobble slightly. INTERCUT Crichton gives up on trying to shoulder the door open, turning about he glances around the room in a frenzy, moving away from the door. INTERCUT Nilaam's chanting and D'Argo's screams continue as the Qualta Blade wobbles again and then plunges point first to the floor. INTERCUT Crichton charges the closed doors, slamming into it with all of his power. The door bursts open and Crichton collapses on the floor inside just as the Qualta Blade buries itself in a small table. Nilaam's frantic chanting reaches a climax. D'Argo's screams trail off. END ACT IACT IIINT. ORICAN'S ROOM D'Argo collapses to the floor, still clasping hands with the Orican. The Orican's power races across their hands in the form of a mystical flame.
Now standing by the door, all Crichton sees is the Orican kneeling over his friend collapsed on the floor. Instantly he pulls back his coat and takes the holstered weapon there into his hand. ( Yep, first app. Winona. First time John goes strapped when 'not' in disguise )
Crichton aims the weapon at her.
Nilaam releases D'Argo's hand and raising it, she 'wards' Crichton. The mystic fire racing through the weapon. Crichton shouts in pain, dropping the weapon, his gloved hand sizzles and smokes.
Nilaam stands, her back to both. D'Argo remains gasping on the floor, the cut on his hand oozing clear blood. Crichton kneels quickly on the ground beside him.
Still with her back to them both, she speaks with great wonder in her voice. ( The observant few can note that her hair is 'red' instead of white. )
Nilaam slowly turns toward D'Argo, but even before the features of a much younger woman are revealed, the changes in her are obvious.
John and D'Argo watch dumbfounded and amazed as she exhults in her new form. INTERCUT MOYA, Sluice Chamber Chiana stands, trapped knee deep, in solidified amnexus fluid.
Chi turns as the door is keyed open and Aeryn enters.
Aeryn paces back and forth behind her, in a 'most' unhelpful manner.
Aeryn kneels on the edge of the pool by Chiana's side, eyeing her closely, an amused look on her face as she 'rubs it in'.
Zhaan arrives, concern apparent in her eyes.
Zhaan kneels on the edge of the pool.
Aeryn gives a slight mirth filled laugh and a 'who knows' gesture, and Zhaan touches the surface of the frozen pool.
INTERCUT INT. ORICAN'S CHAMBER Nilaam coyly examines her 'freshened' tankas.
Nilaam walks toward Crichton and D'Argo. Crichton unnecessarily holding onto one of D'Argo's arms.
She gives Crichton a hearty clap on the back. He looks from her to D'Argo.
Nilaam poses slightly for an appreciative D'Argo while Crichton rants angrily.
Crichton's anger tapers off reluctantly.
Nilaam pushes Crichton easily aside, stepping closer to D'Argo, trailing light fingers down his chest, toying with the ends of his braided mustache. D'Argo is obviously appreciating this attention and Crichton watches a bit bemused, confused and slightly uncomfortable.
Crichton glances back one more time as Nilaam begins drawing the edge of the ceremonial robe off D'Argo's chest. He looks away quicly and departs. ( And what is UP with that expression? He didn't look 'quite' that uncomfortable in TGIFA. ) After Crichton departs, Nilaam and D'Argo continue with a bit of Luxan foreplay.
She spins about and poses for him. D'Argo laughs appreciatively.
Nilaam sits back, reclining seductively on the bed. D'Argo smiles and laughs nervously.
INTERCUT MOYA, Sluice Chamber Aeryn chips away ineffectually with the tip of John's favorite tool, Chiana struggles to pull her legs out of the frozen amnexus fluid.
A single DRD attempts to burn through the surface with a lazer. Aeryn engages comms.
In her lab, Zhaan place a few drops of a translucent green liquid on some chips of the solidified amnexus fluid.
INTERCUT INT. ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER Crichton sits outside the closed double doors, finishing a converation with Zhaan over comms.
Standing he starts toward the Orican's chamber door, but stops before entering.
Crichton looks a bit uncomfortable as he looks at the closed doors. The sounds coming through the door giving his reason for pause. INTERCUT INT. ORICAN'S CHAMBER D'Argo reclines on the bed, Nilaam straddling him. ( Open your eyes, they're both 'fully clothed' )
Nilaam makes a contemplative noise, leaning forward, stroking his chest.
INTERCUT MOYA, Zhaan's Lab Zhaan works quietly in her lab. The quiet is suddenly interrupted by a distant groaning sound, and the deck rocks slightly.
INTERCUT MOYA, Sluice Chamber Aeryn, Crichton and the DRDs continue working on Chiana's problem. Crichton leans over the edge of the pool lost in contemplation, while Aeryn tries to use the implement for which I wish I had a name, like a shovel, one foot pressing down hard on the blade end. Her hand braced on Chi's shoulder. The blade end bends dramatically but doesn't dig in.
Crichton taps the frozen surface with his knuckles.
Aeryn tosses down the tool for which I have no name.
Hand on hips she shifts mental gears, ready to try something new.
Stepping down from the pool's edge she trots out of the room.
Rygel hovers into the chamber.
Crichton remains lost in his contemplation of the problem, not even looking up at Ryge as he continues griping.
On cue a distant rumbling quickly becomes a loud roar and the ship begins to shudder heavily. They each look up in alarm.
INTERCUT MOYA, Main Corridor Aeryn's trip to the weapons locker is interrupted and she grabs onto a wall to steady herself as the ship shakes. INTERCUT
Against the far wall, a small section begins to warp, tearing out under pressure. A quick exterior shot of Moya shows a small explosion on her underside. Inside the Sluice Chamber the air begins to violently vent, pulling everyone toward the small opening. Chiana grabs onto Crichton's shoulder, and he grabs the back of Rygel's Thronesled. Crichton shouts over the sound of rushing air.
END ACT IIACT IIIMOYA, Sluice Chamber The air continues venting from the chamber through the small opening in the far wall, Chiana screams shrilly and Crichton shouts at Rygel.
Rygel moans fearfully, turning slightly but can't reach Crichton's hand. Crichton can't release the Thronesled in favor of grabbing hold of the Hynerian for fear of losing to the pull of the rush of air.
Loose objects on the surface of the frozen pool are drawn across it, a small metal tool hurtles abruptly through the air, through the hole, clangs against the walls of a long narrow duct, and is ejected into space.
Rygel is ripped from his seat by the rush of wind. He screams as his body flies through the air toward the hole.
Rygel hits the hole, hind end first and lodges there, firmly wedged in the hole. The rush of air is suddenly cut off and Chiana and Crichton collapse abruptly, no longer needing to resist the irresistable pull of the venting air. Their panting breath suddenly the loudest thing in the room.
Rygel struggles weakly in the hole while Crichton and Chiana look on very much amazed and slightly amused.
INTERCUT MOYA, Pilot's Den
INTERCUT MOYA, EXT. INT. Hull Crichton's voice over comms as we get a good shot of Rygel's backside, flailing in vacuum.
INTERCUT MOYA, Sluice Chamber Crichton closely examines the quick 'patch-job' Rygel's accomplished.
Rygel squirms a little, the motion accompanied by the soft sound of air whistling out of the chamber. Crichton grabs him by the throat.
The chamber doors swing open and Crichton turns as Aeryn enters, carrying a piece of 'debris'.
Crichton takes a the large piece of debris from her hand, examining it curiously.
He hands it back to her while Rygel squirms in the hole.
Aeryn takes the hull fragment and departs. Rygel continues squirming, air beginning to escape around his 'edges' again. Crichton turns back quickly, grabbing onto him and holding him still.
Crichton turns as someone else enters the chamber. D'Argo and Nilaam have arrived.
Nilaam walks closer and Rygel draws back with appropriate venom.
Nilaam stops in front of Rygel and he whimpers slightly.
Nilaam closes her eyes, D'Argo follows suit. Almost instantly the ship begins shuddering as Nilaam begins a low humming. In her lab, Zhaan feels the ship begin to shake.
The tremors continue, increasing slightly with the volume of Nilaam's humming. D'Argo looks as surprised as everyone else. Crichton reaches out with one hand, gently.
The humming ceases, and the tremors subside.
INTERCUT MOYA Nilaam chants quietly in a private place. Looks to be D'Argo's quarters. D'Argo appears in the open doorway behind her.
D'Argo crosses the room, sitting beside Nilaam.
D'Argo still hestiates.
Nilaam crosses to the wall, pressing her hand against it. When she removes her hand, the impression, a darkened handprint against the normal coppery color of the wall.
INTERCUT MOYA, Zhaan's Lab
INTERCUT PILOT'S DEN Aeryn strides in as the door swings wide.
Halfway across the bridge, Aeryn stops abruptly, her hands fly involuntarily halfway to her face. She cannot mask an instantly fearful expression.
Behind the console, Pilot's condition has also deteriorated dramatically. His skin is grayish, and his arms shake.
Pilot depresses a control with one shaking claw.
INTERCUT MOYA, Main Corridor Crichton exits an open doorway. Running into the corridor he instantly encounters Aeryn, running from the opposite direction. She has the Big Gun at the ready, riding against her hip as she runs. Crichton passes her, then turns sharply and runs after.
INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay The door swings wide and D'Argo leads the way to the Transport Hanger, Nilaam close behind. Aeryn follows shortly after, loaded for bear, Crichton on her heels. ( Longest slo'mo scene ever? Absolutely fabulous, Mr. Tilse! )
D'Argo and Nilaam turn, seeing their pursuit. Aeryn charges the weapon and unleashes a blast aiming to take Nilaam out.
D'Argo charges back toward Nilaam, putting himself between her and the pulse rifle blast. Nilaam demonstrates her considerable powers again by splitting the pulse blast... it circles harmlessly around them, impacting against the wall. Refocussing her attention, she encases their pursuers inside crystalline 'cocoons'.
D'Argo is frozen to the deck, first amazed by the demonstration of power. And then reluctant again to abandon his ship and his friends.
END ACT IIIACT IVMOYA, Maintenance Bay Crichton and Aeryn remain encased inside their respective 'cocoons'. Two DRDs skuttle toward the base of each, and with the lightest touch, they are shattered, abruptly freeing them.
INTERCUT EXT. PLANET SURFACE Another shot of Nilaam's 'castle'. Two flying 'creatures' included.
INTERCUT INT. ORICAN'S CHAMBER
INTERCUT INT. ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER Crichton walks slowly across the room, not approaching the closed double doors.
Turning his back on the double doors, he walks to the far side of the table and stops.
Behind him the double doors slowly open, and he turns to face his friend as he steps out of the room, Qualta Blade drawn. Crichton removes the pulse rifle from it's place on his hip and places it carefully down on the table. D'Argo lowers the blade, but remains in place in the open doorway.
D'Argo moves forward, facing John across the length of the table, the door swinging closed behind him.
Enraged, D'Argo hurls his Qualta Blade away from him, it slides on a diagonal course across the length of the table, coming to rest on the floor at the far side of the room.
Weeping quietly, D'Argo sits at the end of the table. John retrieves his Qualta Blade from the floor and sits beside him.
D'Argo takes the offered blade in silence. INTERCUT INT. ORICAN'S QUARTERS Nilaam stands with her back to the door as D'Argo enters.
INTERCUT The Ritual of Passing begins anew, they kneel together on the floor in ornate ceremonial robes, the Qualta Blade on the floor between them. Chanting intensifies as D'Argo helps Nilaam pick up the large blade, holding it in outstretched arms. With the climax of the chant Nilaam thrusts the blade through her torso, gasping slightly. D'Argo helps her pull it out, the length of the blade coated in black blood. D'Argo holds the blade in one hand, and cradles Nilaam in the opposite arm, she gasps a few final Luxan words as a drop of black blood falls from the tip of the blade. The as the drop of blood falls it forms into a a near perfect sphere, Nilaams visage reflected at it's center before converting to crystal and shattering in a burst of light. D'Argo's hand reflexively opens and the blade falls to the ground. INTERCUT Still sitting on the table in the Orican's outer chamber, Crichton weeps silently. INTERCUT D'Argo gather's Nilaam into his arms, her youth departed again in death. He kisses her tenderly, then holds her close. END ACT IVEPILOGUEMOYA, Sluice Chamber Chiana giggles, staggering around on slightly numb legs. A DRD attached to the wall repairs the small breach where once Rygel was ensconced.
Rygel's back sitting in his sled while Zhaan crouches next to him, massaging his feet.
Rygel and Zhaan laugh.
INTERCUT PILOT'S DEN Sitting behind the main console, to his left, Aeryn keeps company with a recovered Pilot.
Sensing her concern, Pilot places a claw gently on Aeryn's leg.
Aeryn places her hand gently on Pilot's claw. INTERCUT ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER Still sitting on the table, Crichton stands and walks into the Orican's chamber, his gaze first resting on the bed, then sliding to the right to take in the Luxan sprawled in a chair, Qualta Blade held braced between his knees.
FADE TO BLACKROLL ENDING CREDITS |