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If you wish to blink,
now would be the time.

Just do it if you're going to do it.

Are you allright, John?

Yeah. Sure, no problem. Happens all
the time. Needle in the eye. No sweat.

All finished.

Which of you is next?

You go next.

- I told you, I'm not participating.
- But ah...

Park it in the chair and get this
over with so we can get out of here.

You're not comfortable here, my dear?
Is it my reputation?

It is your reputation,
Namtar, that led us here.

Yes, it certainly is an honour to meet
such a learned scientist as yourself

and to take part in his
grand experiments.

You're sure that this is worth it?
Stick in the eye, right?

You do want to go home, don't you John?
Namtar may have data that Moya is lacking.

Data that we are
desperately in need of.

You're looking for a DNA sample. Can't you
just take a skin scraping or something?

If I were working merely
at the double helix level, yes.

But to provide you with
the information you desire...

- Is this going to take long?
- Moments. Mere moments.

Kornata, your assistance.

I will do each of you in turn,

But beautiful Zhaan,
I have chosen to do yours first.

Go ahead, Zhaan. Enjoy.

My genetic database holds informations
on nearly 11 million species.

It is simple for me to take a genetic
sampling of a particular being

and pinpoint the location
of its origin.

That's my home.

You're going to do this
for me too, right?

Provide you with a genetic map
to your home world?

A map that will allow you
to make the journey

and avoid any Peacekeeperen
jurisdictions along the way?

That is what you came
here for, isn't it?

I am delighted I have the very
thing you each desire so strongly.

And now, my price.

Oh, yes. I, ah, I believe I told
you when I first contacted you

that our resources are somewhat,
well, limited...

You arrived here aboard
a Leviathan ship, did you not?

You want our ship?

My interest isn't in your ship,
but in your ship's Pilot.

What do you want with him?

My research will be greatly
enhanced by genetic material

from such
an extraordinary species.

- You mean, a sample like you took from us?
- A sample, yes.

But I'm afraid I'm going to need
a bit more than I asked of you.

How much more?

I will require...

one of your Pilot's arms.

Don't you want to analyse
it before...

You're usually so careful
about these things.

Neurotically careful.

What's wrong?

I... I'm going to have to get
back to you on that one.

You know, you're no worse off
than you were a couple of arns ago.

So NamTar didn't have earth
on his data stores.

Eleven million species!

Eleven million!

And he couldn't at least narrow
it down for me?

I mean, sure, he couldn't
pinpoint the exact location,

but am I in
the neighbourhood here?

He sure as hell pinpointed
the others, no problem.

What's your problem?

Hey, you know, you didn't even
'let him poke you in the eye.

You don't even know if he's got your
home world in his big ball of wonders.

Have you forgotten?

You and the others are trying to get
home, avoiding Peacekeeper territories.

My home is
Peacekeeper territories.

It's just that I can't
ever go back there.

Ever.

Maybe you've forgotten.

NamTar's demand.

I mean, unless Pilot volunteers
one of his arms,

we're all going to be blasting out
of here together in about one hour.

One arn.

You saw the looks on
the others' faces.

What makes you think they're going to
wait for Pilot to volunteer anything?

What do you think you're doing?

Pilot, please I implore you,
just listen.

Listen to what?
How dare you?

NamTar has offered us something
that we cannot obtain anywhere else.

Think about somebody
else for a change.

I will help ease your pain.

Now, D'Argo.

We have upheld our end
of the bargain, NamTar.

Yes, you have. Splendidly.
And I will uphold mine.

It will take me a short while
to load the cartographs

to all three of your home worlds
into the crystal.

How much of a while?

I sense you don't
completely trust me.

But you needn't worry.

The crystal will be delivered
to your ship shortly.

We will await your messenger.

Kornata.

Let us hope the Pilot DNA
shows better results.

Hankyou, you are finished.

I said, you are finished.

Don't concern yourself, Crichton.
I will be fine.

My species has superior
regenerative capabilities.

So you...

you let them cut off
one of your arms.

I didn't exactly let them.

They have the opportunity to go home.
The drive is... very strong.

I will never understand you people

How can you not be angry?

Insanely angry?

When one of my species
is bonded to a Leviathan,

we give our lives to
the service of others.

Ship first, then those who
travel aboard her.

No matter what those
aboard do to you?

My species is incapable
of space flight on our own.

If we wish to journey
beyond our home planet,

this is the trade off we make,
for the chance to see the galaxy.

I consider it a perfectly
equitable arrangement.

Do you have something
to say to us?

The decision was
a hard one, Aeryn.

Our actions, even harder...
but it is done.

How could you?
Pilot is defenceless.

Compassion? From a Peacekeeper?

For a comrade.
You attacked one of your own.

Would you do the same
to the rest of us?

Of course.

Well you have your maps now.

What makes you think you can just take
this ship wherever you want to go?

These maps are precisely
what we've been longing for.

Our way home.

Pilot will not help you
after what you have done to him.

Pilot is a servicer.
He will get over it.

I'll see to it

I know what is troubling
you, my dear.

You'll never find your way home.

But please, do not deny us our...
our chance to find our own.

They're getting their maps.

Pilot says he's going to be okay...

It's only one of his arms.
Hell, he's got four.

I guess that makes you and me
the odd men out.

It means they're going
home and we're not.

You know, even with the maps, it's still going
to take them some time to make the trips.

And then it's just you and me?

Look, you know, I'm not
entirely useless here, you know.

I happen to be learning.

Aeryn?

What's the matter?

They are going home.

And someday, you will, too.

Sure. I mean, if I ever
find a way home, yeah.

I was born a Peacekeeper soldier.
I've always been one among many.

Member of a division,
a platoon, a unit, a team.

I've never been on my own, John.

Never been alone.

Ever.

When I find a way home,

if... if I find a way home,
I'll... I'll take you with me.

Me, on a planet
full of billions of you?

Out!

That one too. Out!

That one too.

Out!

Ah, so sorry.

I came to inform you that
the data crystal is on its way.

What is all this?

Mmm, just items that I've procured
since our escape.

To aid us in our bartering.

Of course, when I return home
and proclaim my birthright,

offal such as this will no longer
be allowed to offend my sight.

A box of food cubes?

My emergency supply.
In case something came up.

How long have you had these for?

Were they in your possession when we
were without food for nearly two weeks?

You see? Something did come up.
If you like them, they're yours.

You have not reclaimed your
birthright yet, little man.

I did not expect Aeryn
to share our excitement,

but Crichton's
attitude surprises me.

If NamTar's knowledge had extended
to Crichton's pathetic home world,

you can wager that he would have
offered up his own mevonks,

useless as they are.

Would you, if that had
been the price demanded?

Fortunately, it was not. Only a female
would make light of such a thought.

I was not making light.

And you?
What would you have given?

I would risk my pneuma for
the chance to go home.

NamTar has no use
for that out here.

I'm surprised that he has stayed out
here in the Uncharted Territories.

His knowledge could bring
him great fame and power.

Even great wealth.

It could change the entire
basis of astronavigation.

It would change
the basis for war.

One single prisoner

and you would have the ability to strike
at their very heart their homeland

You would pervert NamTar's genius
to a weapon?

Why not? Somebody will.
Why shouldn't it be me?

You still feel pain
from the needle?

It's nothing.

And soon forgotten,
once we're on our voyage home.

On Delvia the filgran will be
just coming into bloom.

My parents will be preparing
for the festival of Pedrark.

There is no need for them to keep my
seat vacant at this cycle's festival.

If you reach there this cycle.

The crystal will be arriving
from NamTar within an arn.

I don't doubt.
There are decisions to be made,

about our course.

Without my Qualta blade,

you would not have been able
to give NamTar what he wanted.

I will make the decisions.

To suit yourself.
But it is not as easy as you wish.

This is a time for
logic and reason.

Unless of course you wish to find yourself
at odds with everyone on the ship,

not just Aeryn Sun and Crichton.

And what do you suggest?

A fair compromise.

This is still not right!

What?

NamTar! Your anger!
Release me,

please,

There is someone to see you.

I was here earlier.

Yes, of course.

You are... looking for my help?

I wish to participate
in your research.

Excellent.

What made you change
your mind, my dear?

I know that there are other Sebacean
colonies beyond the known territories.

I want you to find me one...

- where I... I can...
- Fit in?

Then we will look for it...
together.

You understand what
I'm about to do?

You will take some
fluid from my eye.

Exactly...
Remain absolutely still.

It's burning.

Only for a moment.

- Is that it?
- It is done.

When will I know the results?

It won't be long at all.

I, of course, will
return home first.

You?

I bartered for
the coordinates to this asteroid.

I made the first contact
with NamTar.

I struck the deal.
I go home first.

D'Argo and I have already spoken.

Whoever's home is the closest, that
is where we will travel to first.

You two have spoken?
Without consulting me?

What am I?
Chopped mellet?

Of course not...
I can stomach chopped mellet.

Blue assed bitch.

What did you call me?

A Blue Assed Bitch!

You guys getting all this?

We don't have to get
all this. Moya is.

Moya isn't.

- Pilot, how are you?
- The yotz with pleasantries.

What do you mean,
Moya isn't assimilating the data?

Is that her doing,
or yours?

I have nothing to do with it.

Pilot is right. The data is being
processed directly by Moya.

But there is too much.

There is a great deal of data,
but Moya will just have to...

Moya can do nothing about it.
It appears your crystal is useless.

Lucky for you you didn't trade
anything of real value to get it.

We can access one of the maps,

but only if we destroy
the other two.

Well, we'll just go to NamTar and
ask him for three individual crystals.

Ask NamTar for further help?
What will he demand of us then?

If he should ask for it, what
body part are you willing to offer?

Your Eminence...

Rygel!

What the hezmanado you
think you're doing?

Aeryn!

Where the hell have you been? Look,
there's some major crap going down here.

Not so loud.

Yeah, fine.
Look, we may have a real problem,

The map thing,
NamTar's magic crystal?

Well, Larry, Curly and Moe just found
out they can only use one of the maps.

Two of'em ain't going nowhere. I'm telling
you, it's like a regular family feud up there.

Are you sweating? This isn't
that Sebacean heat thing, is it?

This is not a Sebacean thing.

Well, you've got to give
me a clue here, Aeryn.

Is this something new, or is this just
your usual PMS, Peacekeeper Military...

Frell you!

It's no use, Luxan.
The crystal is well hidden.

And will remain so until you and Zhaan
are ready to listen to reason.

Reason being that we
return you to Hyneria.

That's the very
definition of reason.

I'll find the damn
crystal myself!

No, I assure you, you won't.

I have places in this cell that even
the Peacekeeper scent hounds couldn't detect.

If you return to Hyneria, you will want
to wrest your throne from your cousin.

And I will.

But your cousin is in control of your armies.
He himself is probably heavily guarded.

My palace sentries are
inferior to none...

His palace sentries.

However, if you side with me against
Zhaan to return to my home world first,

imagine returning to your palace

with a whole contingent of
Luxan warriors at your command.

But you're a fugitive.
Your own people imprisoned you.

My leaders imprisoned me,

not my people.

If you return me to my people
I promise that you would...

You'd be very forgetful of your debt to me
the instant you were safely amongst your own.

That's also a Luxan trait!

And that!

When you're ready to engage in that
reasoned discussionwe talked of before,

you know where to find
me and the crystal.

You stay in there with your crystal
as long as you wish.

Until you starve.

Do you think I'm not prepared
for such eventualities?

You forget, your rectal eminence,

you've been doing
some housekeeping.

What have you done to me?

You are hurting me, my dear.

I have temporarily turned my nerve
receptors from pain to pleasure.

This is not like what
you did to the others.

Hoops...

What have you done to me?

Please, push harder.

You're in the latter part of
Phase One, I suspect.

Phase One of what?

Please. I don't want to ruin
the surprise of Phase Two for you.

Hynerians are extremely devious beings.
I don't doubt for an instant.

Rygel has that crystal so well hidden
we will never find it on our own.

If only I could lay my hands on him.

You would do what?

Whatever it takes
to secure that crystal.

We are forced to faced the truth.

Rygel has been a very useful all
in the past but now he is enemy.

Agreed. You and I must remain strong,
no matter what it takes. And unified.

Unequivocally.

Yes, Officer Sun?

- Are you in pain, Pilot?
- Nominal. I will be fine.

There is clearly something wrong.
May I ask what?

It's the DRDs.

DRDs? Where?

Everywhere. Over this entire ship.
But it's not just the DRDs.

It's the ship's power generator,
the hydraulic fluids, the...

- You hear all that?
- Not so much

hear it as sense it.

But how?

It's not so much the noises

as my own thoughts, t's like they're
all happening at the same time.

Aeryn!

Come on. I want to take
you back down to the planet.

I want to see if maybe we can find somebody
down there who can figure out what's wrong with you.

- Non.

Dammit, Aeryn, I'm trying to...

It's NamTar.
He took some of Pilot's DNA and he...

- And how...
- I went back there,

I wanted him to find me a place where
I could belong. I didn't want to get left behind.

I'm so scared.

Oh, Rygel, what a surprise.
I see you're having something to eat.

Is that your third helping,
or your fourth?

Well I'm always ravenous when
I'm about to take a long journey.

In this case, to my home world.

You know, Rygel,

there's no reason why you and I,
should be at odds with each other.

You know, D'Argo will leave
you here to starve.

Only D'Argo?

You know, Delvian Pa'us
such as myself

are open to...
all manner of experience.

Are you saying what
I think you're saying?

I'm not saying anything,
I believe talk is

very overrated as a means of connection
between two consenting beings.

You know, I'm not really
a body breeder.

I mean, well,
I'm not made that way.

But you do understand pleasure.

I know how the Hynerian earbrow
is very sensitive.

I can be very gentle.

This can be a very remarkable
journey for you.

Journey?

To Delvia.

Delvia, of course.

Rygel,

the crystal.

Is safely hidden,
where it will remain.

You honestly believe
that I could find you appealing?

I mean, you're so... so... blue!

If D'Argo and I don't get that
crystal, you will starve.

Starve? Not for a while yet,
I'm pleased to say.

Come on. We're going
to get some answers.

Oh, no, no. You know what Pilot said
about the noise, about your thoughts.

String them.
Separate them in your mind.

Easy for him to say.
He's been doing it all his life.

I'm losing it, John.
I'm completely losing it.

Answers coming up.
Come on.

- You got a minute? Kornata, isn't it?
- You must let me past.

What? What's wrong with you?
With all of you?

So glad to see you again.

Whatever you've done to her, NamTar,
it wasn't part of our deal.

Deal? You felt we had a deal?

A deal connotes reaching
some point of equality.

I'm afraid there's never been
anything equal about us.

How are you progressing?

You should be nearing the end
of Phase Two by now.

You're coming along wonderfully.

All of these physical
affectations are superfluous.

I assume, though, that you are also
developing the heightened perception

and multi-tasking capability?

Please, stop this.

Stop it?
You don't know what you're asking.

You, my dear,
are making a phenomenal contribution

to the approach of sentient life toward
perfection. And you want me to stop it?

Aeryn, no! He may be the only
one who can help you.

That's quite an impressive weapon
you've got there.

Rygel, d'Argo and I have spoken.

We realise all this infighting
is serving us nothing,

except to keep us frozen in orbit
around this asteroid.

We acknowledge that you are in control of
the crystal, without it we can do nothing, so...

So we agree to take
you home to Hyneria.

We'll find our own way
home from there.

You have our oath on it, Rygel.

Rygel?

He did not hear our offer,
and I hereby rescind it.

I didn't hear all you were
offering, I'm afraid.

But then, I guess it's a moot
point anyway, isn't it?

How did you get out?

You really think that I could spend all
those cycles locked in one of these cells,

and not have a secret means of
sneaking in and out as I pleased?

Now if you'll excuse me, I have
a little trip planning to do.

Rygel, wait!

Your wound is shallow.

You will be fine. Leave this
place now, while you still can.

Wait! I'm going to help her.
You've got to help me help her.

Nam Tar needs your
friend too badly.

He wants to isolate your Pilot's
multi-tasking capability through Aeryn.

- Why does he need it so damn bad?
- Because it's an ability he doesn't possess yet.

You're saying he grafts the genetic
traits of other species onto himself?

-That's what he set up this lab to do?
-He didn't set up this lab. I...

You did?

I was the project leader.

These were my research team,
facility employees.

We were working on theories
of quantum genetics,

isolating, identifying the origins of
intellect,the essentials of thought itself.

NamTar started to use
your discoveries on himself.

I increased his intellect...
At least at first.

Then when he became smart enough,
he began doing it on his own.

He was a test subject...
He was one of my laboratory creatures.

He drew genetic material
from all the species I had catalogued.

He increased his physical size.
He gave himself the best traits

of lifeforms from
a thousand different worlds.

Now he's using Aeryn
as his own lab rat.

He used us all.

Is there anything we can do to help her?
He controls my lab, all my equipment.

If I'm away for more than an arn,

he comes looking for me.
He knows that I am the only one...

Is there?

Is it necessary to reduce me fully
to the final stage?

You are in no way being diminished.

You are being given a gift.

You are experiencing a level of intellectual
processing few beings ever approach.

I feel what you describe,

but I am slipping away.

I feel that too.

You must be willing to push off
from the riskless shore,

in order to reach heady new lands.

But as soon as my body reaches
the saturation point

you will take
the DNA features you desire,

and discard the rest.

I look forward to experiencing the
insight you obviously already possess.

No, just stop.
Don't force it.

Let me try it.
You've been trying.

A decoy.

How did such a great warrior
fall for such an obvious trick?

You blame me?

If I hadn't listen to your frodank
of an idea about a deal...

You had no better idea.

I wanted to kill him, and I swear that when
I get out of here I will enjoy watching him die.

When you get out of here?

Well, to this point your assistance
has been worse than useless.

You gave your word
we work together.

And you gave yours.
I saw you leaving this corridor earlier.

I was merely asking Rygel
to see reason.

A deal that you didn't bother
to mention to me.

Had I succeeded, of course I would
have discussed it with you?

Had you succeeded,
you would be on your way to Delvia.

Crichton... Aeryn!

You're wasting your time.

I do not wish to grow old here
watching you scratch at that lock,

like some scabrous scent hound.

Pilot, this is Kornata,
she's here to help Aeryn.

You're... magnificent!

Pilot, we don't have a lot of time,
in fact, we have no time.

- We need your assistance.
- Without hesitation.

I need a titus scan of each,
of the last three inert mixtures.

Also, the expanded graph matches,
the latest spectral analyses,

and all final recounts
of cyto-batch data.

Working on them all.

Look, if there's
anything I can do...

Crichton, I think
you should know.

Rygel has nearly finished reconfiguring
the data on the cartographic crystal.

- The crystal that NamTar gave you?
- Yeah, why?

NamTar wanted to make certain
you couldn't leave

even if you wanted to.

If you try to import the maps
into the ship's data store,

-It'll erase everything that's in there.
-Erase Moya's memory?

Rygel?

Rygel!

Damn!

No!

What have you done?

It would have destroyed
all of Moya's data.

It was never meant to work.

Crichton? Pilot here.

Yes, Pilot.

It's ready.

Where have you been?

The final stage serum is nearly
complete, and I need your help.

If you've come to attack
me yet again,

I warn you,
I don't have time for you now.

I will need to simply kill you.

I'm not here to attack you.

I know there's nothing
that I can do to you.

I'm here to see Aeryn.

I'm afraid your friend Aeryn
is no longer here,

but there is someone else
you may be interested in meeting.

Rise. Step forward.
Don't be modest.

John.

How can you do this to her?

Is that how you speak to someone
who is fast approaching perfection?

You're a long way from
perfection, NamTar.

But nearer possibly

than any other corporeal
being has ever come.

Give credit where credit is due.

You expect credit for using
innocent lifeforms,

as specimens in your research?

You of all people should
understand the horror in that.

You know of my origins?

Yeah.

What I didn't understand then is
all species are seeking perfection.

That's what evolution is,
the road towards perfection.

How many generations
of your species

have lived and died to lead to you?

How many will die after you?

All in the name of achieving
a state of perfection?

You don't think I
understand you, do you?

Oh, I understand.
No, believe it or not,

we've had men like you on my planet.

Educated men.
Men of science and medicine.

Men who were searching for
some self-described ideal

to maim and murder
untold thousands to find it,

There was one, his name was Mengele.

To him, anyone was fair game
as the subject of his experiments.

The weak, the handicapped,
men, women, children.

The quest for perfection
demands our unwavering devotion.

This Mengele sounds
like a visionary!

He was a monster.

For this betrayal, you will die.

John help me!

Kornata.

No!

For her,

it must be the eye.

What have I done?

- What have I done?
- What have you done?

You've saved her life.

- It's a happy face.
- They're food cubes.

No, see, the pattern, it forms a...

Never mind.

Food still tastes funny?

What was the worst part?

Aeryn?

I've always thought of myself
in terms of survival.

Life and death.
Keeping the body alive.

But what NamTar did to me,

it...

it was me.

Inside.

The real me.

You would have fit in on earth...

just fine.

Your arm, is it healing?

Of course.

You understand why
I did what I did.

Your motivations were
perfectly clear.

And you understand that if I was
faced with the same choice again,

I would do exactly the same.

I have no doubt whatsoever.

I also know that Luxans
are not given to apologies.

It's the device you've been
working on so diligently.

What do you call it?

It is a Shilquen, and it
is finally finished.

And what manner of weapon is it?

It is not a weapon.

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