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Until then, I am leaving moya at
the next planet with shipping traffic.

Pass me those and don't
help yourself.

We are stronger as the sum
of our parts, kids.

We are under no obligation to
function as a unit, John.

Yeah, I understand that.
We all have separate goals.

But... ugh!

Oh, sala Manila, what
the hell is that?

That's krawldar.

A delicacy, even for pagans.

Yeah? How long was it under
your butt getting delicate?

Aeryn: Wait a minute. Whatever the rest
of you decide, I will not abandon moya.

Crichton: Good.

D'argo: Suit yourself. You've
got nowhere to go anyway.

I must confess my consternation
at agreeing with d'argo.

But if moya is no longer able to
starburst then we are all at risk.

Mmm? Can I say something?

Everyone else: No!

Look, moya has been very good to
us and now you want to abandon her?

I want to see my son.

And that is not likely to happen
aboard a pregnant bio—mechanoid ship.

Zhaan: Rygel, what do you think?

Rygel: Well, moya has been,
for as long as I can remember,

our protector, our home, our
companion and our friend.

Crichton: Amen.

However, as relationships grow,
they also change.

Do you think we can trade her
for a faster vessel?

Moya is not a possession,
your lowness.

If you ignore the messenger, which
is effortless, the message is sound.

Perhaps we have outgrown
our usefulness of...

Look, who made this shellack?

The recipe called for chicken.
All I had was space rodent.

Moya is protecting her baby,
d'argo. Do you blame her?

That is selfishness
masquerading as reason.

He's right, you know.

We all want to leave the uncharted
territories and return home, but you...

Yes, you would be more
content to stay.

I want to get home as badly as anybody
else and this is where the wormholes are.

Fine. So, stay.

But be honest about your
motives, crichton.

Oh, I'm sorry. You're on
their side now?

No.

I know I just got here, but can
I please say something?

Everyone else: No!

Pilot: Excuse the intrusion, but moya and I
would like a word about your deliberations.

That's what I been trying
to tell you guys.

The drds have ears.

No wonder you guys have been
flying around in circles.

Moya is aware of your concerns
over her condition

and regrets not being more
responsive to your needs.

Please don't misunderstand,
pilot. We simply...

Do not wish to be captured
because of her pregnancy.

Yes.

We're just having a
discussion, pilot.

That includes thoughts of
abandoning us.

You want us to stay?

Of course.

We are most fulfilled when
serving others.

Your presence is gratifying
and comforting.

Let us talk a little while
longer, pilot.

Your points are well-taken.

You may talk all you want, but
please prepare for immediate starburst.

I..i thought moya couldn't
starburst for another 50 arns.

Her energy is low.

However, she shares your
concerns about being recaptured

and wishes to prove to you all
that she is capable.

Uh, no, that..That won't be
necessary, pilot.

Starburst in five microts.

D'argo:
Now, this really is incredible.

Rygel:
My favourite on the table.

Aeryn: What? Smoked pronga
sinew. It's quite easy to make, really.

Whoa!

My name is John crichton,
an astronaut...

A radiation wave hit 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?

Being hunted by an insane
military commander...

Doing everything I can...

I'm just looking for a way home.

You all right?

We must've hit something.

In starburst?

Ugh.

What's that noise?

Chiana:
Zhaanl zhaanl are you okay?

It's my arm.
The fibers are torn.

Pilot, what's happening?

Crichton: Pilot?

Pilot!

Pilot!

I'm all right, chiana.
I'll heal.

Where's rygel?

- Rygel?
- Where is he?

Rygel!

What the hell is that?

I'll check command.

You look after pilot and you...

You do damage assessment.

D'argol

d'argo?

He can't just disappear
like that.

Pilot or command?

Command.

You, fix her arm and then
straight to command.

Go.

Aerynl

zhaan: John, what's happening?

I don't want to die.

Pilot, are you there?

Crichton,

where are the others?

You tell me. What happened?

I'm unsure.

Still running analysis.

Is that a star?

Unknown. Attempting to close
radiation filters...

Now.

D'argo, aeryn and rygel
have disappeared.

What happened?
Did we hit something?

Still unknown.

Quantify "disappeared."

Here one second, gone the next.

Disa—elvis has left the
building-appeared.

These readings are
all over the map.

Whatever's happened, most
systems are out.

Propulsion, guidance, comms.

Even my drds aren't responding.

This is nuts. Nothing seems to
be working. How's moya?

Frightened, and in great pain.

What is that out there?

I will labor to discover that once the
drds reestablish internal tracking.

I show rygel on tier eight and
officer sun in maintenance bay three.

Still searching for d'argo.

Keep looking.

I said no, chianal

you can't stop me.

I know how to fly 3 transport
pod, and I'm getting off this ship.

Not without everyone else,
you're not.

How's the arm?

Oh, useless until the
fibres regenerate.

Pilot's found aeryn and rygel.

Does he know what's happening?

Not yet, and he's still a little freaked
out, so he could probably use some company.

Okay, I'll go straight
to the den.

Whoa! The comms don't work.

Rygel is on tier eight.
You'll have to find him on foot.

Me?! Get frelled.

Listen sunshine, you want
to be part of this crew?

On your good days.

This is one of the good days.

I thought you were junior miss
tough chick of the universe.

Yeah, when I can kiss or kick
or cry my way out of it.

This is way, way, way, way
different.

You bet your ass it is.

And pilot can't get the outer doors open,
so you can fly that pod around on its pad.

Chiana,

it's going to be okay.

Pilot's on the job.

Tier eight?

Rygel.

Crichton: Aeryn!

Aeryn, where are you?

Oh come on, aeryn.

Give me some kind of sign.

Pilot!

Aeryn, are you here?

What the hell is this light?

Aeryn!

Pilot!

Zhaan!

Pilot...

Pilot?

Pilot.

Is anybody here?

Come on, is anybody here?

Crichton...

Crichton!

I... I can't... I can't...

Crichton...

That's the same noise...

That's the same noise as
the maintenance bay.

Aeryn!

Aeryn!

What the hell?

Aeryn?

Hey. Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! You almost gave
me a heart attack!

You okay?

Can you hear me?

Nothing.

You. You all right? You okay?

My head's hurting.

Yeah. Yeah.

Have you found d'argo?

What?

D'argo!

No, I haven't.

Have you seen...

Rygel?

Come with me.

There are doors between
the moyas.

This way.

Come on.

Watch. Watch.

Crap!

What?

Yeah.

"Look for d'argo."

Yeah. Rygel. Yeah.

Aerynl!

Aeryn!

Well, look at you!

Rygel.

Yellow light.

Doesn't hurt. Can hear.

This is..This is good.

What'd so damn funny?

You. You.

You're making less sense than
usual, but in a cute way.

"Cute"?

I don't know what you've been
smoking, buckwheat,

but we've got a serious
problem here.

Nothing a good meal won't
solve, I'm sure.

What is up with you?

Up? Everything's up.

Everything's up-up—upl

rygel, listen to me.

Moya has a serious problem.

Whatever she hit caused
some kind of...

Kind of fracture, I don't know.

I mean, we're all here but we're not
in the same time or place in space.

Have you seen d'argo?

D'argo?

I don't know. Nobody's here,
not even pilot.

It was quite frantic at first.

Then I realized I quite liked
being on my own.

Yeah, that's the way I usually
prefer you, too,

but right now we stick together.

And then the trawlian priest turns
to the calanese cleric and says,

"doesn't bother me. You should
have seen her mother!"

No, no, no, no, no.

His mother?

Oh, oh, what am I doing?

Entering into the spirit of
things, I'd say.

Rygel, rygel, look around
at this place.

Do you remember what happened?

Yes.

Nobody liked my cholian
curd salad.

No, no, no, no, no.

Afterwards. There was
a collision.

Yes. There was a collision.

Yes. But we survived,
so why worry?

There's..there's something
happening to moya and to us.

You don't make jokes.

No. No, I don't tell jokes.

And I don't laugh at them.

It's..it's this place!
It's doing something to us.

Yes, yes, it is doing
something to us.

But we'll both feel better
once we've eaten.

Where there's a way in,
there's a way out.

Hey, guido, did you see that?

Yes. I did.

It was a hallucination,
crichton. Just an hallucination.

It was real, rygel. It was real.

I mean, we both saw it.

Hmm, but it didn't come back, and
it didn't hurt us, didn't take the food.

We have to find a way
out of here.

It's hard to find. You got to
listen for a weird, strange noise.

Something out of the ordinary.

Hmm.

Weird noise.

Does my stomach count?

No, that's not funny.

That is not funny, rygel.

Look, I got to get out of here
before I end up like you.

What? Handsome, with a
great sexual prowess.

Shut up! Just shut up!

Shh! Shh!

No!

I got to get out of here.

Either help me, help me.

Hmm.

Leave me alone!

I'll be in the galley
with the food

and the monster!

There's my noise.

Okay, Alice. Once more into
the looking glass.

We can't find them, pilot.
False information yet again.

The drds still show
officer sun on tier two,

rygel outside the
centre chamber,

d'argo in...

Competent. You got it wrong,
four arms, they're nowhere.

Your inability to locate them does
not negate the fact that they are there.

Oh.

Then why can't we see them?

Because...

Because you don't have
x—ray vision, do you?

John, where have you been?

Right here.

Pilot, what do you know about
parallel realities?

Temporal shifts. Two objects occupying
the same space at the same time.

More information, please.

There are at least three other
moyas right here, right now.

Do you know the mathematical
hypothesis, dimensional schism?

Light and sound disjointed
into base elements.

Red, blue, yellow.

Hypotheses don't just
materialize, pilot.

Tell us what's happened to us.

Starburst is technically the seam
between space-time dimensions.

Moya's power cells allow us access,
and we simply ride out the energy stream

until we're pushed out,
at random.

Chiana: Pushed out at random?

Not now, chiana.

What do you mean, not now?

We go into this starlurch thing and
we don't even know where we're going?

At the next appropriate moment,
you're welcome to leave.

Oh.

Tell us what happened, pilot.

In her haste to accommodate so
you wouldn't abandon us,

moya entered starburst
without adequate thrust.

At the moment,
we appear to be...

Stuck.

Crichton: Wild guess
here, we're still in starburst?

Regrettably, our insertion vector was
wrong and subsequent fluctuations...

Screw the science lesson, pilot.

You should have told us that
we're still in starburst.

Now we are stuck into what?

Whatever's on the other side.

Chiana: You saw a creature?

What kind of creature?

The kind we eat or the kind
that that eats us?

Is it possible that you saw a fragment
from another dimension, John?

If what pilot says is
accurate, yeah.

I've always wondered what could be
beyond height and width, depth and time.

Nausea.

Spirituality.

That's a good wish.

Pilot says we don't have enough
power to pull free.

What are we going to do?

First thing, protect ourselves in
case that creature is the "eat us" kind.

You two find some weapons.
I'm going to work with pilot.

What do you have in mind?

Get the others. Bring them back.

Pilot:
Follow the sequence exactly,

when the ion backwash reaches maximum,
funnel it all to reverse propulsion.

I'll try.

Any deviation will result
in failure.

I'll still try.

Look, pilot, why is moya being
schismed off by this deal?

But not you, me, the others?

Relative densities.

The heavier the substance, the
more pronounced the fissure.

Even now, connected to moya as I
am, the effects are becoming noticeable.

And we are being drawn
further in by the moment.

And when we get pulled apart?

Molecular diaspora.

You know, pilot, moya did not have
to go into starburst until she was ready.

Now is hardly the time for
recriminations, commander.

It wasn't a recrimination.

We should have been more
up—front about our feelings.

How's she doing?

Same as us, scared.

Well, we'll do what we can.

She knows.

Crichton: You'll be happy
to know we have a plan.

I'll be happier to know
if it works.

First thing, we find the others.

"We"? We're going with you?

D'argo and the others may
be injured, chiana.

Do I get a say in this?

- No.
- No.

Look out!

We stay together, the
whole way, chiana.

No roaming.

Chiana: Yes, mother.

Crichton:
No, mom, plan has changed.

You stay here with pilot. If
that creature comes back, just...

Shoot it.

Even I was still a full pa'u,
I wouldn't hesitate.

Right here.

You ready, pip?

Uh, pip means?

My favorite traveling companion.

Before I got here, did they
believe anything you said?

Aah!

I thought you said this red
light hurt your head.

Huh... it does.

Well, not to me.

I'm so glad.

Come on. Let's get...

D'argo! You're alive.

D'argo: Barely.

This light affects thinking
and motor functions.

Not to me.

I saw you earlier on. What the
hezmana happened to you?

That's way too much to
go into right now.

Suffice it to say that moya had
a little problem during starburst.

She's wedged herself into another dimension and
split off into at least four distinct parts.

Have you ever heard of anything
like this happening before?

D'argo, I haven't heard of
anything like anything before.

My planet doesn't even go
to the moon anymore.

I've heard of it.

My people's weapons
scientists once...

Once poked a hole through
another dimension.

Once it widened, they
lost control.

Yeah, and what happened?

No one's sure,

but a whole solar system,

four populated planets,
dissolved into tiny chunks.

That's why I want to
get out of here.

We will.

Does that thing help?

Barely. I only wretch every
once in awhile now.

Look, we got to get the
engines started

in each of moya's four incarnations
in order to get out of here.

Pilot isn't here to
operate them.

It's all right; He told
me what to do.

I was going to tell
you about that.

Chiana: Look!

He's trying to come through
from the other side.

Let's discourage it.

You know how to use that thing?

I'm scared grotless, not stupid.

One, two...

Fire!

What happened to three?!

We did it.

It does not feel like a victory.

Not at all.

No, no, no, button,
then lever slide.

Look, I can stay.

You go get aeryn and rygel.

You are in no condition.

Well, you've been here longer.

You can barely stand.

Now you. You say that this
light doesn't affect you?

Yeah.

No. No.

Yes, this light doesn't
affect me.

No, I won't stay alone.

And, no, I won't stay alone.

Just take the girl.
I'll be okay.

Well, you know how to get out
in case something goes wrong?

Yes, above the strategy table.
Now go.

Alright, give us half an Arn,
then fire up everything in reverse.

I remember from the first seven
times that you told me.

Aah! Not here! Go!

Go!

I do not want that here.

Ooh...

Chiana: Doesn't affect me.

Are you sure about this?

Just go up.

What if the creature's waiting?

Then piss it off.

How?

Pretend it's me.

Hey, mu... much better.

You all right?

Aeryn, this is genius.

I modified flight headsets to block
out acoustic wavelengths, that's all.

It's not bad for the girl who
hates to do homework.

Well, it's military tech;
It's battle tested.

Why did you not shoot
at that thing?

I don't know.

You don't...?

Brilliant instinct, crichton.

Have you seen my prowler?

Oh yeah. I was here
for that show.

You missed it?

Look, pilot thinks moya's been
wedged into another dimension.

That thing's trying to
get into ours.

Yeah.

Have you found the others?

Well, moya's separated off into
separate environments,

d'argo's in one, rygel's
somewhere else, and we're here.

Clearly, you found a route
to get through.

Yeah, but it's not going to matter
if we get sucked in any farther.

Is there a plan?

Yep.

Well?

Pilot needs more power.

All the engines have to be on
full reverse at the same time.

That should have been the first
thing you told me, crichton.

Yeah, no, I know. I was busy.

Aeryn, wait, wait, wait.
Let me show you what to do.

I know the sequence for full
reverse. Get on to the others.

Pilot was pretty specific
about what he wanted.

I have some of pilot's
DNA, remember?

Pilot was very specific.

Rotate blue crystal, trim yellow disk,
extinguish orange light, open copper rods,

Black panel depressed halfway,

dial tri-connector open, hot progression
purple, green, orange, gold lights,

green knob, maximum thrust.

It's going to be harder to
doubt you in the future.

Well, I apologize for
my strengths.

Give me half an am and
then fire it up!

Got it!

Chiana?!

Sparky?!

Sparky?!

Careful, careful, don't slip
and fall and die!

Aah...

I'm so glad to see you
two are safe.

Well, he said you'd have that
look on your face.

Well, I was worried about you.

Well, I found rygel and I
managed to bring him here.

Then we started talking and...

Do you know any good jokes?

Not besides the one I'm living.

Oh, all right, Mr. Serious,
what're you doing?

Putting moya's propulsion
system into full reverse.

Hmm? Oh! Reverse?

Hah! No dominar from the house
of rygel ever travels in reverse.

Well, turn around and pretend
you're going forward.

You stay here with Napoleon.

If for any reason the engines
shut down, restore the green knob.

Ignore the green slob.

Restore the green knob.

You do that, I'll let you take a
transport down to the next planet, okay?

Crichton, that's outrageous.

Green knob. Green knob.

Good girl.

Hang tough, sparky.

Enjoy the personality.

Oh, there is no expanse of the
mind the will cannot traverse,

or physically the distance laid
across the universe.

There's blessings many in the
stars save one lamented curse,

that sixteenth rygel, glory me,
must travel in reverse!

There's a little dance that goes with that,
but I can't do them both at the same time.

Aah!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I wish people would stop
pointing guns at me.

When you didn't show, I was beginning
to think I was in the wrong place.

Pilot reports full reverse
power. You did it, John.

What about the creature?

Well, I keep shooting at it but
it keeps coming back.

Well, we've got to hold it off
until pilot can get us out of here.

Your vestments?

I suddenly realised I had forsaken
priesthood in practise but not in my soul.

Why did you put them on now?

I... I fear we may
die here soon.

Whole sections of the ship
are being swallowed up.

Pilot, it's getting worse.

Crichton.

Pilot, report.

Not good. Despite moya's best
efforts we're still being drawn in.

There is one very long shot.

Anything, pilot.

Moya could willingly,
lose the baby.

- No.
- No way.

It will definitely increase
her power quotient

though I am not sure if it is
enough to get us free.

Pilot, no. We cannot ask moya
to make that sacrifice.

We should not have attempted
starburst when we did.

Our insecurities have brought
us to this place.

Besides, the baby cannot
survive if we don't.

Pilot, listen to me.

Whatever happens,
we go together.

We keep the baby.

John!

Shoot it! Moya is very scared.
Please shoot it!

Don't fire.

It's coming through.

John, the hole's widening.

Prime numbers.

These scratches are grouped
in prime numbers.

Three, five,

seven, eleven,

prime!

It's trying to communicate.

You bet your blue ass.

This isn't an attack, zhaan.

It's an invitation.

I urge you to shoot it!

It's trying to communicate.

I know it.

It's not attacking.

John, no! What if the
hole closes up?

Then I'll be dead a few
minutes before you.

That's all.

Who are you?

Female voice: Unimportant.

Your container has breached
our existence.

Is that where I am?

In your dimension?

There can be no overlap.

This is the expanse between.

Your mental organ is unable to
interpret the chasm to your existence.

You got that right, pal.

My function is to
repair breaches.

Does this happen a lot?

Never before with
living material.

Bad news, pal. We are living.

Can you help us get out?

I must destroy all material.

The breach is fatal.

Whoa, whoa, hang on, give us a
chance. We're..We're trying to back out.

That path will tear the rupture
beyond restoration.

So what are you saying?
There's no way?

Forward.

Forward?

I thought you said we can't
exist in your existence.

I will attempt to conduct you
back to the space you began.

Starburst.

I can guide.

You must provide your own
thrust, fonnard.

Wait, wait, wait! What if we
don't have enough power?

Forward.

Wait!

Did you hear it?
Did you hear it?

Zhaan: Hear what? You barely got your head
inside the hole and out again before it closed.

The creature, I talked to it.

Commander, there wasn't time.

There was for me.

You got to tell moya to
stop resisting.

She has to go forward.
Starburst forward.

I will not.

We don't have a choice. Look, you tell me
what to do and I'll relay it to the others.

Pilot, trust me.

Reverse the final four controls.

Right. Give me 500 microts,
then go.

John.

John, what if you're wrong?

Oh, you were going to
pray anyway.

Pilot: 500...

499...

498. —498...

472...

471...

470...

D'argo: The engines are
in full reverse. Did it work?

Aw... oh...

Shut it down.

Wrong direction.
We have to go forward.

No, that is suicide.

Uh-uh, no, no, no, it's the
same control sequence.

Just reverse the last
four commands.

Look, can you explain to me how
you arrived at this decision?

No. No, no time. Just wait
300 microts, then fonnard.

I have no time-keeping device.

One-mississippi—one, one-mississippi—two,
one-mississippi—three, 300, forward.

One-mippippippi...

Two-mippippippi...

Three-mippippippi...

Four-mippippippi...

Aeryn?

Aeryn, you there?

Ah, where have you been?

On the run. Where are you?

I'm trying to get out of here. I
didn't know if you were coming back.

I'd never leave you.

Something the matter?

Yeah. We got it wrong.

We have to go forward.

Just tell me what I have to do.

150 microts from now,

full maximum thrust.
You know how to do that?

Yes, of course I do.

Good. Hey look, this dimension
thing's chopping up the whole ship.

You know a way I can
get to quarters?

Well, the lower levels are gone.

You might want to try tier seven
through the ion backwash chamber.

I'm going to head back
to pilot's.

150 microts.

130 now, good luck.

Back at you, baby.

Fifty-two...

Fifty-one...

Fifty...

Rygel: Oh, there you are!

The other runners came
through here arns ago!

Still auditioning for
star search, I see.

No. I have a new
philosophy, crichton.

What used to be important isn't

and what should be important,
never will be.

Great, that way when this whole
thing screws up and we die,

you're not going to be whinging
in my ear, right?

12... 11...

Hey, why don't you relax?
Join in the fun?

Give me seven seconds, baby.
We'll come or go together.

Foun_

Three...

Two...

One...

Whoa...

Oh hell, we're screwed.

Should I disrobe so
it's memorable?

Yes.

I'm alive!

I fail to see the source
of your amusement.

Crichton: No, no, no,
you did not say that.

I did.

I was very shameless
in my youth.

And that worked?

Of course not.

The girl screamed and
I was almost arrested.

And when they didn't give it
back, we beat the gris out of them.

Should I be telling you this?

Zhaan: My dear I've kicked
more ass than you've sat on.

Oh, yes, I spent all evening listening
to them gripe and whine about me,

but of course, they didn't
realize I was their dominar.

I admire your openness to
criticism, rygel.

When did you tell them
who you were?

At their trial, of course.

Everyone, is it just me, or is this
the best food that we have ever had?

Mmm, nothing like the taste of
death to clear the palate, huh?

I suppose there isn't a thing here
that I couldn't live on for a cycle.

Except... except maybe this.

Now I was assuming that because
of the lack of taste in that,

that it was a garnish.

Hey, hey, hey, those are grandmother
crichton's famous buttermilk biscuits.

Rygel: What's in them?

Self-raising flour, ah, salt,
shortening, buttermilk, touch of honey.

But we have none of those
ingredients, John.

Yeah, maybe that's the problem.

Pilot: I'm sorry to
interrupt your meal,

but how can you all be so
jovial after our near-miss?

We were affected profoundly
by it, pilot.

How are you two handling it?

Well enough to alleviate your
concerns about our starburst problems.

There's been a change in the
status of moya's baby.

Is she in any danger?

Doing fine.

Actually, more than fine.

We're going to have a baby?

Yes.

There's no exact timetable for
leviathan gestations,

but moya feels confident
the day is coming.

Oh-ho!

Well, in that case, tell her
if she's so inclined,

when it is born she can
name it after me.

That would only work if
it was a runt.

Watch it, girly!

Crichton: This is one of
the good days, people.

To a healthy, happy baby!

Rygel: Hear, hear!

Thanks.

Rygel...

No, no, no! Ew!