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Hello, would you like
some oil on yourself?

Sure.

Can I take these?

Uh-hmm, help yourself.

- Where did this come from?

- What are you talking about?

- This funny box?

Wonder who...

I can't see!

- Medical Center.
- Emergency!

Commander!

Medical emergency in
the Recreation Center!

- Recreation Center report!

I can't see!

- Come on Karen you'll be
all right, let me see, come on.

You've got some head
abrasions, shock, blindness.

- She just picked that thing up.

What happened?

- It's just a small
glowing object.

She picked it up.
- Make sure nobody

touches it, I'll get
security on it right away!

All Alpha personnel!

Report immediately any
object of unfamiliar appearance!

Objects found have been
small and multicolored,

and may be glowing.

Do not touch!

Report at once,
repeat, do not touch!

The abrasions are

superficial, the blindness
seems temporary.

- Science Lab computer
says they're not weapons,

I don't understand
how they got through

the security system,
it just doesn't make...

Ahoy there, permission to land!

- Identify yourself.

Ahoy, Alpha, permission to land!

Can you hear me?

- Anything on your screen Maya?

Screen clear!

Ahoy, Alpha!

- Permission to land refused!

Alert all security guards,
I want Eagles on the

pad ready for
immediate lift-off!

Hold it, hold it, I
come in peace!

Don't go setting off with the
Eagles to fly on my account!

- I said identify yourself!

Coming, ready or not!

- The name of your ship?

Who are you?

- Taybor's the name.

Taybor's the name,
trading's my game.

Master of the SS Emporium.

Greetings, friends!

Rather ominous and
lethal appearing, isn't it?

But it's harmless as
an infant's rag doll,

I will assure you.

No fears!

A mere illusion!

I myself am quite
unarmed, as you can see!

But uh, weapon-like
instruments of any kind

do tend to rattle my
nerves, so if you would...

- You didn't identify yourself,

and sudden appearances
make us nervous.

- But uh, I have been
scanning you for some little time,

so I, knew it was apparently
safe for me to come aboard.

There, now I truly
am among friends.

You know from my
scanning observations,

I would say that you
are Commander Koenig,

the Skipper of this
trusty moon, yeah,

and the charming Dr. Russell.

Mr. Verdeschi, your
security really is splendid.

And you, you must be the one
who goes by the name of Maya.

Such a beauty is food
to intoxicate the soul.

- Where did you come from?
- Just now?

I've been trading
my wares at the

three-world fair on Assard.

Or, do you mean,
where do I come from?

My native soil?

Soil did I say?

Dust is more the truth of it if
you know Pinvus the Lesser.

- Pinvus?
- 68 parsecs,

from the notorious
frontier world of Shamalot,

on the Inner Vessical route.

You may well wonder
my humble origins

and how a lad from
Pinvus the Lesser,

has dragged himself
200,000 parsecs from the

wrong side of the dusty world,

on the wrong side
of the wrong galaxy

of the wrong universe,
to haul himself

up by the graviton
straps so to speak!

And uh, to venture
forth, in search of beauty,

beautiful things,
beautiful people.

I've made it my special trade,
among other items of course!

My credentials sir!

Had my trader's license renewed,

it's valid anywhere in
the entire solar system

for the next four years.

But enough gossip about myself.

I surely hope my little
gifts announced my

honest intentions
preceding my coming aboard.

- Gifts?

Your gifts have put one
of my technicians into a

catatonic trance,
and badly burned

and nearly blinded a
young hydroponic assistant!

- But Skipper believe
me, only a baby

could mishandle
those simple toys!

Oh, I see I, I presumed too much

on the intelligence
of your people.

Letting children play with fire.

But the instructions were
quite clearly color coded,

the coding was supposed
to be idiot proof, I...

Is your race color
blind by any chance?

- No.
- Doctor, if there's

anything I can do, I
have excellent medicines

that do wonders for
all kinds of complaints!

- Well then, yes,
the burns are healing,

but we can't diagnose the trance

caused by the
cylindrical object.

- The memory amplifier?
- One of our technicians

picked it up...
- Picked it up?

It's a harmless memory aid,

but you're only
supposed to touch it.

Oh, you can recall
a forgotten number,

or where you put
something for safe keeping

if you can't remember
where, holding it?

I'd say your technician
will be in a trance

state for about 12 hours at all.

- A treatment?
- Treatment?

Your technician is
blissfully happy recalling

forgotten childhood memories!

It would be quite
harmful to disturb him.

Especially if he has
an eye for beauty!

Does your species
of humanoid require

food and drink for sustenance?

- We do.
- Then I beg you to

extend the hospitality
of your table

to this space-worn traveler!

I'm starving!

- I'm sorry I, I
imagined on your ship...

Hard tack, deep space rations,

all very well but satisfaction
of fine food, and drink...

Trusting your food is edible,

makes bargaining a
pleasure, don't you agree?

Nectar Mr. Verdeschi,
pure nectar!

Best meal I've had since
the Rainbow Room at

the Astard, that
merited two starbursts

from the Gourmet's
Guide to the Galaxy!

You uh, brew the hops
yourself, Mr. Verdeschi?

- Yes that's a hobby of mine,

I'm getting closer to
perfecting it all the time.

That, well on a
scale of one to 10

I'd give it six for potency
and three for flavor.

Well I'm glad you like it,

some people don't appreciate it.

- Who me?
- Uh-hmm.

- Well it's my doctor.

- Oh.

- Oh well of course
medically speaking,

I would have to label it
unfit for human consumption.

Well, much as I hesitate to

disagree with two
such beautiful ladies,

your beer is a
delight to the palate.

- Mr. Taybor.

Taybor, just Taybor, Skipper.

- Taybor, if we could
get down to discussing...

- Trade?

I'm always ready
to discuss trade.

I'm interested in this
ale of yours, for instance.

The sign of friendship

on my planet Maya.

- Now we're friends.

- Yes...

Well ah, Skipper, what
exchange interests you?

- Well first I'm curious
about one thing.

How did your ship
appear so suddenly without

our sensors or
scanners picking it up?

- Your tracking devices
cannot penetrate hyperspace.

- Hyperspace?

Where is hyperspace?

Everywhere, but in space!

- What drives your ship?

- My old tub?

It's just a normal jump
drive, intergalactic!

- Jump drive?
- You know Skipper,

switch on, set direction
coordination in hyperspace,

and oh, have to let the old girl

warm up a bit nowadays
, and then jump!

Anywhere in the
universe in a minute!

- Anywhere?

Could we build this jump drive?

Could you explain how it works?

I don't know how it works,

I am Tray-bor the
Trader, not a mechanic.

As long as the old girl takes
me where I want her to go!

- Surely you have
a drive manual,

diagrams that explain all
the parts and how they work?

- Diagrams?

Diagrams?

Taybor, sell,
diagrams, for-for people,

you, you,

can't even manage a child's toy!

- He's drunk as a trader.

He won't be able to
answer any more questions

until he sleeps it off.

He knows more
about that ship's drive

than he's telling us.

- Most people can
do a lot of things,

operate a computer for instance

without the slightest
idea of how it works.

- That ship is intergalactic.

If I could trade for the
plans to that jump drive

and get us all home, or at least

to some habitable
planet, I'd give the Earth.

- You can only give
him the moon John.

- Now Alpha is just
primitive junk to him.

What have we got that he wants?

- You have a
suspicious nature, Tony!

- Well anybody who
likes me beer is somebody

who can't be trusted, right?

- Right.
- Ah...

My dear friends.

Not much to look at is she,

but after all, she's
just a cargo ship.

- Could she carry human cargo?

- To where?

- A habitable planet.

In your travels you must
have come across some

planet that's compatible
with our needs.

- Well I, I've docked at
many a space port of course,

Skipper, and while
they all have their share

of goods to offer, there's
none that would suit you.

- Could you take us
on an exploratory trip?

Let us check out the planets
you think are most habitable,

and let us decide for ourselves?

- Hmm, in hyperspace
with jump drive,

I can take you anywhere.

- What about Earth?

Can you get us to Earth?

- Earth...

Yes, I suppose so.

- Earth?

He could take us home!

- You, my lovely bird.

You share
Dr. Russel's joy at the

prospect of going
home, enough to grant me

some small token of that joy?

- My home is the planet Zygon.

- Zygon?

Yeah I, I bypassed
it once, I didn't stop,

the mist was too murky,

very poor visibility
for landing.

I can take you there,

after we drop the others off.

- It no longer exists.

- Ah...

Well now Skipper,
what's in all this for me?

- Draw up the
contract for one moon,

its fixtures,
fittings, space craft,

libraries, machines,
it's all yours.

Are you the rightful
owner of this moon, ?

- Well I guess, yes.

- You guess?

Well how can you guarantee
that I won't find you've

landed me with a
pack of whole-worlders

disputing your
claim of possession,

with outstanding liens and
mortgages on the property?

- Get us back, it's all yours!

- You haven't by any chance,
been sent away, have you?

- What do you mean?

- For all I know this
could be a penal colony.

- No this isn't a penal
colony, but maybe we

should put you in the
brig for causing injury

to a couple of our people
with your little playthings!

- Tony!

- Well...
- My apologies Skipper,

I'm sorry I,

well you meet some
strange types in space,

I guess I got carried
away by over-precautions.

Of course you're,
you're all good people I-I,

well I, I'm sorry.

Could I doubt, ladies of
such beauty and distinction?

Beauty, unequaled
on 1000 planets.

So you want to
return to your Earth.

Uh, this galaxy?

- No, galaxy M104.

Hmm.

Ah, 104.

Can't say I recall it exactly,
it's interesting though,

it's the first intergalactic
moon I've come across.

- I can't explain it, there
have been space warps...

- Ah, the little doors
into hyperspace,

so you do jump!

Now let me find this M104
of yours on my charts.

Which quadrant?

- Well it's halfway between
PKS114800, and 3C454.

- Hmm, can't say
that rings a bell either.

Which universal quadrant?

- It's a spiral galaxy,
it's right near NGC185

and uh, M33, it's a
small cluster of 30 or so...

- You do know the
quadrant, don't you Skipper?

- Well I can screen
a general diagram

I'm sure you can match
it up with your charts.

- General diagram?

Match up, it doesn't
work that way,

if you can't tell me
the quadrant you can't

give me the routing
angle can you?

- No.
- Or the subcluster

or the spindrift?

Well I'm sorry.

I just can't, fix coordinates!

- At least where are we now?

- That's where you are.

Ah, it's a big universe.

A lonely place to wander in.

Oh come on, let me cheer you up.

Come aboard the SS Emporium,
and see what you fancy.

- Thank you Taybor.

- John.

Do you think it's a good
idea to go aboard his ship?

- I want that jump drive.
- Yeah I know,

but he might have
ideas about jump driving

us out into space, and
then taking over Alpha.

- Tony, I've already offered
him Moonbase Alpha.

He's turned it down.

All right Taybor, let's go.

- Oh splendid Skipper, come!

Allow me to pipe you aboard.

My home, the old emporium.

Registered in Canton
Red for tax purposes.

- Like an art gallery.
- Without beauty surrounding

him, a man's soul
corrodes into dust.

Do you know how many
years, how much effort,

to accumulate this
incomparable collection?

- Taybor, if we can
adapt your drive

to our Eagles,
we'd have a chance.

You show me how it
works and I'll trade you

anything, anything we've got.

- There you are
Skipper, the jump drive.

I honestly do not

understand it myself.

That terrifying jumble
is cast in one piece

with no moving parts.

- How do you start it?
- When you switch that on,

something happens
to all this I suppose,

once activated it sets up
some sort of chain reaction.

If we come to terms,
I'll let you study it.

But all you'll get is a
headache, I can assure you.

- And that jumps
you into hyperspace?

- I never did understand.

But let me show you the
most beautiful sight in creation!

- Tony!

John, do you read me?

Come in John!

- What's he up to?

- Taybor the Trader!

Well?
- Scanner's clear Tony.

They must be in hyperspace.

- Security, get Fraser
and MacDougal

on the surface on the double,

check out the entire area
where that alien ship landed!

Yes sir.

- What does he want
with John, ransom?

- No that wouldn't make sense,

he could have taken
anybody he wanted, any time.

- Eagle One to Command Center!

Empty space out here
no sign of anything!

- Search patterns,
everything in the book!

Maya you know about
hyperspace, where is that ship?

- I don't know
Tony, it could be a

million light years away,
there's no way of figuring!

- Well if you can't
figure then guess!

Beautiful isn't it?

The unending
totality of hyperspace.

It never ceases to
move me deeply.

- How can this ship
register hyperspace?

- We're not just
registering it, we are there!

- You've left Alpha?
- You too Skipper!

No, no, we haven't left Alpha.

Koenig to Alpha!

Koenig to Alpha, come in Alpha!

That won't work
out here my friend!

- Out here, what do
you mean out here,

you just said you
haven't left Alpha!

- We haven't, space has!

The old Emporium is
positioned exactly where she was

on your moon, not
budged one inch,

but we have shifted
from common or garden

continuum space
to this dimension!

Eh, more of a
non-dimension to be precise!

- Put me through to
my command center.

- I can't, with
the shift on stasis

and the jump drive
not warmed up!

- You were able
to teleport before,

yourself and your gadgets!

- Yeah, the drive was
still warm after the jump!

I thought you said you
wanted to get away from Alpha?

- Where are you
taking me Taybor?

- To the zoo, where you belong!

Or better still, the slave
market on Shayminol!

- No games Taybor!

Get me back.

- Aha, that was a joke, Skipper!

- Right now I don't have much

of a sense of humor!

What, it's a little joke!

Do you actually think
you're on your way

to a zoo, you actually
take me seriously, the zoo?

The slave market?

- All right Taybor, I
enjoyed seeing hyperspace

and I thought your
joke was very funny.

Now do we get down
to discussing trade

for that jump drive, or do
you just get me back to Alpha?

- Both Skipper,
both I promise you!

Now look, the old
drive is warmed up.

Of course we
could still sneak off

and have a couple of
quick drinks on Aon Five,

there, there, I'm
only kidding, Skipper!

I can't resist it!

Estimated time of arrival,

30 seconds!

- Alpha, do you read me?

- John, where are you?

- ETA 30 seconds!

- Where?
- Same place as before.

- Fraser, MacDougal,
get the hell out of there!

- What?
- Step on it, clear that area!

What's the panic Alpha?

- If you want to
stay alive get the hell

out of there and make it fast!

Faster!

There all clear, well done!

Okay Eagles return to base.

- Satisfied?

- Taybor,

just what is it
you want in trade?

Maya, Skipper.

Maya.

Think of her amidst
all this beauty Skipper.

Think of this beauty,
enhanced by her essence.

- No Taybor, the
answer is still no.

- You want the
jump drive, Skipper?

- Taybor, Maya is
not mine to give away.

- Pity.

Those are my terms,
Maya for the jump drive.

- No deal.

- You don't value your return
to Earth as much as I thought.

- Taybor anything,
anything else on Alpha.

- Well, that seems to put an end

to our discussion, doesn't it?

Alone, alone,

all alone,

alone on a wide, wide sea.

But you wouldn't know
about that would you Skipper?

Being alone?

Loneliness.

- Taybor, what if it didn't
have to be that way?

What if I did give Maya to you?

- Skipper, you mean that?

- A duplicate Maya,
an exact likeness.

A perfect image,
to travel with you

everywhere you
go in the universe.

Able to talk to you in her
voice, in Maya's voice?

Just think, you'd
never be alone again,

you'd always have Maya with you.

What's more she'd never

grow old, she'd always
be beautiful Taybor!

Always be beautiful,
never grow old!

- Oh, Skipper, you're sidling up

to Taybor's table.

If she'll be as you
say, it's a deal.

Ah, a bit more of a,
a smile on her face.

Ah, lovely.

Uh, uh, uh Dr. Russell,
could she have, a little more

of a wide-eyed expression?

- How's that?

- Ah, perfect,
absolutely perfect!

Are you really my beauty?

- Yes, Taybor.

- Ahoy there, Skipper!

- Well Taybor?
- She's beyond perfection,

as if she's been aboard forever!

A creature of beauty to
bring cheer and warmth

into the life of this
lonely wanderer!

- A waxwork dummy
with a computer voice?

He's not right in the head!

- He's too all
right in the head.

Then you accept Taybor?

- I accept Skipper!

The jump drive is yours,

but it's gonna take
you some little time

to decipher the master diagram.

Meanwhile, you can
concentrate on the

more rudimentary elements.

Call it a pre-orientation
before you get

to the brain bubbling parts!

You should be receiving it now!

- Got it Taybor.

Thanks.

For the diagram.

Oh by the way, everyone
on Alpha's very anxious

to trade wares with you!

- Delighted.

- In the Recreation
Center then, one hour.

Mr. Verdeschi and
Maya will assist you.

I'll join you later.

I'll be waiting Skipper.

- You know John
there's a little man

running around inside
my head that says

that you trust him even less
than I do, if that's possible.

- It's possible.

- I shall take you to the ends
of the universe my flower,

to sights unseen, except
by these eyes of mine.

There's one planet far
beyond the beaten stars,

a paradise, you will love it.

- I will love it, Taybor.

- That's what I like to hear.

Come, come dear
people, don't be bashful!

What am I traded for this
only one of its kind, silver ball?

I shall repeat again,
it will bring you

sunshine where
there is no sunshine,

or if you turn it a degree,

it will bring you soft
trade winds from the

sands of the planet Med!

Where the sound
of gentle waters,

rolling upon the sands!

It'll lull you in peace as

though it were a symphony,

as though the music of
the universe were being

piped into your ears!

Or this, a mirror,
ladies and gentlemen,

from the mystics high in the
mountains of the planet Shand!

Look into this mirror, and
see your former images

come to life again, renew
your youth, see your loved ones!

What am I traded
for this priceless item?

- The silver ball
for my bonsai tree!

Done!

- This pure hand loomed
wool sweater for the mirror!

Done!

- The silver ball and the
mirror for this ship in a bottle.

Took me three years to make it.

Done.

Oh dear Dr. Russell,
one precious moment!

Patience my friends!

I wanted to thank
you for the creation of

my lovely Miss Maya.

A small token of
my appreciation.

It is,

essence of the planet Hermosia,

gathered from
hyperspace by robot ships

while its sun was going nova.

It's aptly named, Infidelity,

considering the sudden
disappearance of its life-giving orb!

- That's very very
kind of you but...

- Say no more!

It is my gift, I insist.

Try it at once, for me.

- All right, I'll try it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Well my dear
Alphans, I'm afraid that is

the last of my wares!

Aww!

- Uh, uh, oh, the last,

you have stripped me bare!

However, I will see
what I can rummage up

when I get back to my ship!

I thank you all for the honor of

being able to trade with you!

I'll take them on Maya,

we'd better get back
to Command Center.

- Hmm.
- Taybor, I'm sure

the commander will
be in touch with you.

- I'm sure.

I can compute all the figures

if you want, Taybor.

- That won't be necessary
my dear Miss Maya.

I could not leave,
without presenting you,

with a small momento.

Oh it's beautiful.

- Not so beautiful as you.

From the rocks on the
ice caves of the planet

of north iridescence.

My eternal gratitude
for your patience,

in helping to bring the image
of your beauty into my life.

- Oh I must show it to Helena.

- Allow me to accompany you.

No objections, Mr. Verdeschi.

- All right well, I'll see
you in Command Center.

Who is she?

- You don't know who she is?

- Never saw her
before in my life.

What are those?

- Collections, my jewel,

a priceless richness,
for the gratification

of those who can
appreciate true beauty.

- We are leaving?
- Soon, soon,

but I promised the Skipper
that I would be waiting for him,

and I always keep my promise,
for we must say, goodbye.

- Taybor's trading session over?

- Yeah, the man does
put on a good sideshow

I've got to admit that.

- Where's Maya?

- Oh, she stopped
off at Helena's,

wanted to show her a going
away present from Taybor.

- Helena?
- Come in John.

- Helena, I...

- The fragrance of this
perfume is beautiful, isn't it?

- It's out of this world.

- Mmm, out of this world...
- Where'd you get it?

- Don't ask questions,
just, talk to me.

Make me laugh, flatter me.

- It's beautiful and suave...
- Oh it's beautiful,

and the wonderful thing
about Taybor's perfume,

is it makes you feel like doing,

whatever you want to do,
whenever you want to do it.

And the moon can just

keep rolling by...

- Taybor's perfume,
wait a minute...

It's not right.
- It's beautiful...

- Something's not right...
- Oh it's right John.

- No, Taybor's perfume...
- Mmm...

- Helena, it distorts the mind!

Be free John, float in space!

- Taybor's tricked us,
listen to me Helena!

Helena listen,
we've been tricked!

We've been tricked!
- Tricked, no...

- You all right?

- Y-Yeah, I'm all right.

- Relax, relax.

We shall be leaving soon.

- Leaving soon.

- Yasko, link me up
with Taybor's ship.

- You've never been
unlinked Skipper!

I just couldn't depart
without saying goodbye!

I must say, you Alphans

are children when
it comes to trading!

- We've kept our end
of the bargain Taybor!

Give Maya back!

- Give her back?

Well I wouldn't want you
wandering around the universe

saying that Taybor the
Trader was dishonest.

Can't afford to have
my license revoked.

So you shall have
your Maya back.

Did you, did you think I'd
settle for a copy, Skipper?

I, I only collect originals!

Send me back Taybor!

- Now now Miss Maya...

I'm willing to marry you,

if being a bride
is what you wish.

- They moved into
hyperspace, Commander!

- Yasko, scan the area where
Taybor's ship was standing.

There sir.

Nothing.

Okay.
- What do you mean okay?

- We will travel the
galaxies together,

tasting of their wonders!

I want to go back

to Alpha!
- Not only is your beauty

breathtaking, but
you have the spirit of a

wild, untamed beast!

- You don't knowhow wild Taybor!

- A transmorph!

You never told me that my
beauty was a transmorph!

Now that wasn't very
honest of you Skipper!

- You never asked!
- Goodbye Skipper!

- Wait!
- Taybor the Trader,

has completed his transaction.

The best to date!

- They're in hyperspace,
we'll never get her back!

- I think we will.

I planted a limpet transmitter
on Taybor's spaceship.

- It means we have
contact with hyperspace?

- Exactly.

Yasko, open up channel D four!

Yes sir.

- You'll come to love it
out here one day, my pretty.

- Send me back!

- What, lose my most
beautiful possession?

We're in hyperspace, there
is no way you can return.

Alpha cannot even contact us.

Frequency open, Commander.

- Maya, we have
a limpet transmitter

attached to Taybor's spaceship.

We know you're in
hyperspace and there's

no way we can get you back.

Remember, Tabor
surrounds himself with things

of beauty, that's
why you're there.

Please try to understand.

Try to understand.

- Mmm, it seems the Skipper is

more perceptive than I thought.

- Yes, I understand.

You wanted no longer
to be lonely Taybor.

You wanted companionship.

- Yes, my beauty, yes.

- Then you shall
have it, Taybor,

my love.

- No!

No!

Please, you can't do this to me!

You can't be the one
to desecrate the beauty

of all I've given
my life to gather!

Please, change!

- I have locked
myself in this form,

and I will stay
with you forever!

- You foolish metamorph!

I'm giving you the
opportunity to be

surrounded by beauty forever!

- Taybor, you know
everything about hyperspace,

but you know nothing
about inner-space!

I will be the judge
of where I want to be,

and I want to be back on Alpha!

- Please change,
change back again!

You've got to stay with me!

I'll make you stay with me!

- All right Taybor,
I will stay with you.

It will be your pleasure
to look at me in this form,

a female reflection
of yourself, forever!

- Forever...

Forever...

Maya!

- Maya!
- Maya!

- Are you all right?
- Are you all right?

It's really you is it?

Thank you Commander,

you were right, he only wanted
beautiful things around him!

- Well, it's lucky
you don't qualify.

That's not nice!

You know, I could have had
a hairdo at the Astra on Azon.

- You could have?

- If I'd have just
said the word,

Taybor would have
given me the universe.

- The universe, oh sure,
rabbits out of a hat you mean.

He was nothing
more than a con man.

Commander!

I'm getting reports
from all over Alpha!

All the trader's
goods are vanishing!

- All our things
are reappearing!

Kate's sweater,
Yasko's bonsai tree,

Dr. Vincent's ship,
outside the bottle.

- Well, it looks as if,

as if Taybor's a
sore loser after all!

- If you'd have just
said the word he'd

have given you
the universe, huh?

- Well he had a
nice way of speaking.

Unlike some people I know.

- All right, the
thing is to beware

of traders bearing gifts.

- I was just thinking of that
perfume Taybor gave you.

Well, we don't need
Taybor's perfume.