Exodus from Genesis
Ah, perfection !
No, no, no, absolutely not, just get out of my face !
Don't be a coward, you say you want to clean your teeth.
Brush them ! I want to brush my teeth !
But to manually clean your teeth as you describe is highly inefficient.
That's too damn bad ! You're not sticking that freakin'maggot in my...
What's it doing ?
Cleaning all the excess bacteria and food particles.
Never swallow the Dentic.
Pilot, report !
This is Aeryn, I'm in The Command, you'd better get up here quickly.
That's kind of minty.
- What is that ? - Best I can tell it's asteroid debris.
- Stay with it, Pilot. - Doing my very best.
Asteroid debris does not move like that.
Don't tell me Moya's got hiccups.
You're too close. Move away from it.
The debris cloud isn't our problem.
That's another ship.
It doesn't know we're here, the debris is blocking their scan.
Pilot, stay behind the debris.
It's scanning ? That ship is scanning ?
Wait, does that mean it's...
Peacekeeper !
It's a scout ship, Crais's eyes and ears and claws.
It's a Marauder...
Five man crew, highest level of training.
Success measured by body count.
Marauder changing course !
How fast can they ...how fast can they go?
Hatch Seven.
Hatch Seven? The thing's a Hyundai !
Why don't we stop playing 'hide and seek' and just smoke 'em ?
If they discover us, Crais will know exactly where to concentrate his search,
and we cannot outrun a Command Carrier.
D'Argo's right.
Of course he is, Miss Sun, he's been here longer.
Stay with it, Pilot... Steady.
We're no longer being scanned.
They're passing us by.
Thank you for your help Officer Sun.
We work together well, Pilot.
Don't see that every day.
My name is John Crichton, an astronaut.
A radiation wave hit and I got shot through a wormhole.
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.
Who can do everything ? I can't !
I'm just looking for a way home.
Go on, get out of here ! Shoo ! Go ! Go home !
So those Marauders really shook you up.
The ship is called a Marauder, the team onboard are Commandos.
Like you ?
- What, you're worried they'll come back ? - Unlikely.
But not impossible ?
Marauders follow a very strict search pattern.
It's a cross hatch star pattern, clean, efficient.
No prey escapes...
Moya got lucky, simple as that.
You ever serve on one ?
My application for transfer was awaiting Crais' approval
when I got caught up in this, this little mutiny.
I'm sure your world has no force so ruthless, so disciplined.
We call 'em line backers, or serial killers.
Depends on whether they're professional or amateur.
Look, you're not in this alone.
Everybody on board has had their lives derailed from what they were gonna be.
We're stuck together, and as long as we are, we might as well be...
What ? Family ? Friends ?
I want neither.
Somebody's got to be there when you need it.
No offence, human...
but what could I possibly need from you ?
I don't know...
...manners, a personality, stock tips.
Darn it ! Some fapoota is going to pay for this !
Let me help you.
Is that how you see yourself ?
Mother always said I was the best looking.
That's why she had my older brothers banished.
She said my face belonged on the imperial seal,
but now, of course, it's ruined.
It's more accurate than you think.
Hey, what do you think you're doing ? Hey, do you mind?
Is that how you see me ?
It's called a Spirit Painting.
We Delvians do it for recreation. ...It's rather rushed.
It looks like Rygel the Great. Rygel the First, my most honoured ancestor.
Obviously a part of his spirit resides within you.
You had it so very easy.
I'm missing one of those little... pointy things with the laser probes.
Aren't you hot ?
No.
Aeryn ! Crichton ! I'm showing abnormal thermal fluctuations throughout the ship.
Can you confirm Maintenance Bay reading ?
I told you it was hot, by the door.
D'Argo, the giant ouiji board says...
...optimum plus three.
Feels like plus thirty. How long to fix it, D'Argo?
Not long, once we isolate the cause.
Well then stop talking and start isolating.
You okay ?
Yeah ! Metal splinter.
We're done here.
Why is it still so hot ?
Moya's propulsion system is generating more heat than usual at this speed.
Diagnostics is showing some sort of blockage in the vents preventing its discharge into space.
Well what about the congelation coils ?
All attempts to chill the ship
are being over ridden by the heat build up.
"Chill" being the operative word here...
It's a little warmer, what's the big deal ?
Even shutting down every non-vital system,
it's going to hit optimum plus fifteen in six hours.
Worse than morons, find the blockage, clear it !
Look, I'll fix the damn problem myself.
Stop. We'll search together, tier by tier.
Pilot, please assist in the narrowing process.
On Luxa, this is a mild winter morning.
Another reason Sebaceans hate his world
This main valve controls the heat for all of Tier Seven.
Great, we'll just turn this sucker off.
No, I knew that.
It's alright, there's so much new information for you to assimilate.
Sometimes the smaller things will elude you.
Yeah, well, at least you get that,
the others treat me like I'm some kind of earth idiot.
Granted, they're not the most patient beings, but what did you expect ?
I don't know, a little slack, maybe...
You know, at least they know where they are, how things work.
It takes me ten minutes to figure out how to open the door.
You'll need to develop some patience yourself ifyou expect to survive here.
I'm trying, ooh I am trying, but you know,
with Aeryn and D'Argo, it's like everything's a test.
It's like I'm in some never ending frat hazing at Alien U.
"Frat hazing"... ?
Next planet, I'll rent you a copy of 'Animal House'.
John they're soldiers. Win their respect.
And exactly how do you do that ? I mean, short of cutting someone's throat ?
Actions. Actions speak to them
Actions like tactical manoeuvres, defending the ship...
...fixing the heat.
Right...
Hey... Thanks.
There's a lot more of these to check. Are you sure you've got the hang of it now ?
Oh yeah, just watch me spring into action.
Look, I'll, check the vents in the living quarters and meet you back on The Command.
Tier five passage way clear, Pilot,
ditto Zhaan and Rygel's quarters, checking mine now.
Anybody, anybody hear me ? Anybody ?
D'Argo here.
Yeah, l... I think I've found our problem.
What is it, Crichton ? What is it ?
- Crichton ? - Bugs !
Stop wasting time, ship's beetles don't clog exhaust vents.
Yeah, well they might if they're two feet long !
Can someone tell me what these things are ?
You need to capture one.
Yeah, capture one, right.
We're on our way, whatever you do, don't let them back in the vent.
Between you and me, you guys can go anywhere you want.
Okay, what'd I just do ?
Oh yeah ! I got it !
Kahlen kahlen vijania maessen yiahni...
You're praying for this parasite ?
We don't know it's a parasite.
It was on board this ship uninvited.
My concern too, Rygel.
but if I can analyse its DNA, perhaps we can understand why it's here.
Well the others think there may be dozens of these things,
even hundreds, throughout our living quarters.
I believe Crichton's supposition is correct.
He said that they must have come aboard
when the flock or swarm thing passed over us.
Crichton ! It's Crichton's DNA ?
My DNA ? How can that bug be carrying my DNA ?
- Well that's what the analyser's saying. - Well analyse it again !
I intend to, but another specimen would be helpful, John.
Alive this time, if possible.
Oh yeah, no problem ! Hell, the damn things are related to me.
What's behind there ?
Hey, what's back there ?
Ion Backwash Chamber, should be a giant empty room.
The beetles have completely isolated it, all four entries are sealed.
Pilot, we need that alternate entry !
I am still attempting access.
Nothing can resist a Prism Laser Saw.
Well, you better check the warranty cuz, 'cause this stuff ain't budging.
Zhaan says we gotta capture another bug, alive this time.
She needs to check some unreliable data.
The data's not the only unreliable thing around here.
What's her problem ?
- Sebacean Heat Delirium. - What ?
Sebaceans lack the gland necessary to regulate extreme thermal increases.
What, Crais and those other bastards chasing us are cold blooded ?
Literally ?
It's a weakness not enough of them die from.
Pilot, I will wait no longer !
How dare you cut into Moya without warning !
You had your chance.
We have to get in there.
Maybe you should lie down.
No, I need to be left alone.
Heat delirium ?
As our cells overheat, the nervous system shuts down.
First short term memory, then motor functions.
The last to go is longterm memory.
- Sounds like an ugly way to die. - We don't die.
Our body lives on in that state. It's called the living death.
It's the only time we kill our own, from mercy.
You see anything ?
Another bulkhead !
My DNA, my DNA... Great !
The giant space cockroaches are eating out the lights.
Please tell me you made a mistake on your tests.
There's no way my DNA is inside those things.
Zhaan, it's making it hotter, not cooler.
What the hell ... ?
D'Argo ? Rygel ?
How do you say 'we're screwed' in your native tongue ?
Zhaan just beat the crap out of me
then spit up that blue snot the bugs use.
She must have been infected or something when she ...
Aeryn ?
You're not sweating ? Oh... that's... that's heatstroke.
Commander Crichton, she is initiating a thermal increase.
Aeryn, you gotta stop.
Aeryn, you're only gonna...
Aeryn, no !
Oh ! Okay, hardball.
Do not let her execute that command.
Thanks a lot, Pilot, that's a big help.
Aeryn ! Stop !
Crichton?
What... are you... doing ?
It was exactly like you, the way it felt, the way it moved,
I mean, it felt real, alive !
It looked and acted totally alive, it was impossible to tell the difference.
The fact that it was trying to sabotage the ship wasn't a clue to you ?
He had no reason to suspect,
this is a perfect duplicate of Aeryn's exterior, right down to the micron.
Did it communicate ?
Not a word.
Neither did you, when you attacked me in the passageway.
I was never in the passageway, John.
No, the other you.
This bug was in my room.
It must have sampled something, hair, whatever.
It was going to use my DNA to make a copy of me.
The perfect camouflage !
The perfect army.
If there are hundreds of these creatures on board...
Then we could be meeting our replicants at every turn.
We will kill them all, on sight.
And how will you tell us from them ?
We will cut off the tip of our small finger for identification.
How about something a little less permanent ?
Look, I ... I don't care about replicants. What we've got to do is...
Wait... What was I going to say ?
I had something to say, I know I did !
We really need to lower the ship's temperature.
All the climate regulators have been sealed by the blue sludge.
Can we find something, make something that'll dissolve this blue gunk ?
I've certainly got enough to analyse.
I'm going to go work with Pilot... I'm fine !
Right, then all we have to do is find where they're hiding.
If you say the heat's affected you,
I won't assume you've lost your minds !
Those things are in there !
There you go ! That should scatter them long enough for you to get through.
"Should" ? I'll go when it's more definite...
You'll go now !
Luxan manners never fail to amaze me !
If we can't turn the temperature down,
isn't there at least some way to...
stop it from...
Officer Sun ?
I am a Peacekeeper, a Sebacean.
Look. I can't hold a weapon. I can't hold a thought.
It is strange to be so close to a Peacekeeper I do not fear...
That... is a compliment...
The only thing I haven't performed is a full propulsion shutdown.
It would allow me to open the cargo doors to space.
No It's too dangerous, we leave ourselves open for attack.
We're already under attack.
I can hear something !
What the juxt was that ?
Just trying to scare whatever's in there.
Well, it worked !
We need to get the heat down.
Really ? What a good idea !
Did you see the look on Aeryn's face ? It's like she was staring at her own death.
Or hoping for it, with Sebacean Heat Delirium, death is preferable.
You've seen someone in this "living death" state ?
Yes... I've seen Peacekeepers suffer as she does.
They often beg for their own death.
I cannot say I did not find the sight most enjoyable.
You want her to die ?
That's not true...
She was one of them...
now she's a comrade, like you.
Now there's a load of bull.
You hate her, right ? You hate Peacekeepers,
and you hate her, you want her to die.
Listen, human...
everyone is frustrated.
We're all hot and we're all going to be a lot better off
if we stop this wasting time
and just fix this blasted ship.
Will you stop that !
Just find the problem, Rygel, and fast.
The little wretch is doing the best he can.
Yeah, and meanwhile, Aeryn's melting away.
Look, human, for what it is worth, the part of me that wants Aeryn to live
is greater than the part of me that wants all Peacekeepers to die.
It's not worth much.
Well, it's all I've got.
A few degrees cooler, that's all, I'm sorry.
Not your fault.
I cannot reactivate the consumables refrigeration unit.
I have no place to bring your core temperature down.
Perhaps the others can think of a way to help you.
Why would the others care ?
My kind imprisoned them, I'm sure they haven't forgotten.
Bad news, people, very bad news.
What is it, Rygel ?
Are you trying to get me killed ?
Oh, of course you are, you sent me in here...
It's hotter than squag,
they're building some kind of... nest.
Nest ?
Too many letters for you, Luxan ? Try hive !
- They're making us their home. - Then I'm moving !
John ! D'Argo ! I've found a substance that dissolves the sealant,
now we can take back control of the...
Zhaan !
D'Argo !
Where the hell is the hole you bastards !
They're after me !
Pilot report ! Where is Zhaan ?
Unknown...
but Aeryn Sun is down here almost unconscious, I'm afraid.
Rygel ?
Are you alright ?
Rygel ?
D'Argo, what...
Can... are you... are you able to speak ?
...Communicate ?
Man, this is freakin' weird. Can you understand me?
Can you understand me ?
You know my moves.
...and I know yours.
That's why Eddie Marx kicked your ass in the seventh grade.
You fought fair !
Pilot, report ! Where is Zhaan ?
Still no sign...
My scans do reveal a growing number of bipedal entities moving about the ship.
Who knows how many more there are ?
Infinite !
...Minus one.
How do I know that you are Crichton ?
Because I'm talking, and the replicants don't do that.
If they could, they wouldn't tell you that these markings, they're useless.
They instantly adapt to whatever they see.
Where's Rygel ?
Where's Zhaan?
There's signs of a struggle in the lab, we cannot find her.
Did we pass the obstacle test ?
I don't want to fail commando training.
We can do nothing else, those invaders are isolating us.
We've gotta find Zhaan, we've gotta stick together.
The yotz with Zhaan ! What about me ?
Rygel, where are you ?
Back where I started from, if you must know.
If I sit perfectly still, they don't advance.
Yet when I move...
they get disagreeable.
Right... don't move.
If we ever survive this, Luxan...
you must become my advisor Fa-pu-ta !
What's going on in there ?
Nothing of concern, unless you count the fact
that this thing's spitting out replicants like a Bellian yard rat.
They've already won, why do they need more of us ?
Help me ! I can't...
I can't get this stinger out, it's pumping some kind of venom into me.
- I'll cut it out ! - Noo !
Zhaan ?
I am Monarch of the Drak.
Drak ?
These are my aggregate...
You attack me during my Genesis.
and you must die.
What the hell is Genesis ?
You ask the wrong warrior.
- Wait ! - This is one of them !
No, it's the real Zhaan, she's talking.
The Xeroxes can't do that !
- What have you done to our friend ? - I use her for my voice.
She will die when you die, to save Genesis.
Genesis? The nest? The nest.
The nest ?
The nest...
Is this some sort of spawning...
and you're the... you're the Queen ?
Life must continue.
You live in space... freezing space,
but you need warmth to lay your eggs, or
... or to give birth.
Only to give birth.
So when you're finished, you'll go back to space ?
That is our cycle... Why do you threaten us ?
Threaten you ?
They didn't attack until I killed that first bug in my room.
We started this damn war !
It is still a war,
either we die fighting them or we die from the heat.
We didn't know, we didn't mean to harm you.
We didn't mean to harm you.
How much time do you need to complete your cycle ?
- Time ? - Time, yes.
They don't know time.
Is your cycle near the beginning or is it near the end ?
I have birthed half my young.
Half ? That's good... Half is...
but does it need to be this hot ?
Warm propels the emergence.
Your habitat is capable of even greater warmth, but it resists.
Tell me, why it does this ?
Because it's a living being...
A host...
and this heat is very bad for our habitat.
We must strike before she decides to strike.
You are enemy !
If you keep it this warm, our habitat will die...
and there will be no heat...
and all of your young will die.
What the yotz kind of deal is that ?
Best we could do !
Yeah, another reason I should handle all negotiations.
Just don't worry ! It's only a couple more hours.
I can't stay here for a few more hours !
I think this thing is salivating and my body has functions !
Stay put ! As long as we don't move until Genesis is over...
she'll keep the heat down, and we shouldn't see any more replicants...
only baby Draks.
What do they eat ?
I think we caught it in time,
any longer at that level, and she would have suffered permanent damage.
Let her rest, John.
She needs to recover some strength before she's aggravated again.
How about you ?
I can still sense her, deep inside.
What was that like ?
Like we're imprisoned in this room
with the rest of the ship just out of reach.
I was within my own mind,
yet I couldn't reach past to think or feel what I wanted.
I'm glad you're safe, Zhaan.
Now you've struck this truce, we're all safe.
- You feeling better ? - No...
- How much longer ? - I don't know.
We didn't cover the life cycle...
of deep space insects at JFK High.
Lieutenant Melkor !
Officier Sun !
How fortunate for you to be spared the punishment of a Captain Crais court martial.
Something is wrong here, sir. This ship is floating dead in space
with its cargo doors wide open.
Our scans show her propulsion systems as fully operational... Why ?
When we secure the rest of the ship you will have your answers.
Lieutenant !
Stand fast, Luxan !
Our objective is The Command.
Advance pattern Decca, shoot to kill is your order.
She's cranked up the heat again.
Why ?
Weapons fire on board.
- Weapons fire ? - What ?
Moya's neural links have been badly affected by the heat.
I believe it came from the maintenance bay.
I'm picking up five unidentified life forms,
and a ship in the Transport Hangar, the Marauder.
It must be the Monarch, she thinks that we've broken the deal.
Lieutenant ! Another Luxan !
Steady, Sergeant ! This transport was only carrying one Luxan !
Enemy rear !
Monarch ! Speak with me !
We aren't the ones attacking you ! Speak with me, dammit !
- It's up to you. - Aeryn, I know I'm trying to...
Before the living death takes hold, you have to be prepared to kill me.
- Promise. - No, not a chance.
You said I'm not alone...
A friend would do this for me, family would do it, swiftly.
The heat, sir ?
The prisoners have done this, it's their only defence.
But what's this sealant ?
We must resist.
We must retreat !
I'll attribute that to Heat Delirium, Officer.
The Command is this way, move !
I can't do this ! I can't !
We don't have a choice.
Do you know what you're asking me ?
Do you realise how... how hideous this thing is ?
You wanted to negotiate now is your chance.
Ask him what Rygel the First would do ?
Rygel ? Zhaan wants to...
Rygel ?
What's happening ?
I am Rygel, sixteenth of my lineage,
Dominar of the Hynerian Empire
At once your equal, and your humble petitioner,
requesting an audience.
What's happening ?
Rygel ?
Rygel, come in ! Come in, Rygel ! He has to be there !
- That is enough, he is gone. - Look, it was my idea to send him in there.
And it failed, but we are still alive.
He's right.
Zhaan, what do you think ?
- Monarch ? - Silence.
You have to listen to me, those people out there they only look like us, they...
- Silence ! - I will not be silent !
You're killing us for no reason !
I have communed with your sovereign,
he is most agreeable, I trust him.
Rygel is not my sovereign !
He is today ! Then you know we wouldn't hurt you ?
I know all.
These creatures, whatever they are, are no real threat to us.
- We continue forward. - Sir !
Crichton.
What the... ?
Locked in this room, we can't help you,
Let us out.
We can stop them.
I will allow the thermal to lower.
No ! Wait !
Do it.
Don't lower the heat, crank it up.
I'll look after her... Go !
- It's just you and me. - Actually, it is just me...
...and you.
Aeryn...
I feel the living death.
No... now hold on...
I won't let it happen.
It's not your choice...
Remember your promise.
- Move ! - No !
- Pilot. - Yes ?
More pressure... Colder water.
Living death...
Crichton... Promise !
Sir !
Shoot them ! Shoot them all !
Promise ! ...Promise !
Crichton !
Did you ever have one of those days...
when life just ain't what you thought it was going to be ?
I killed you !
I'm still here.
What... what kind of creature are you ?
That's a good question...
It's too bad Crais didn't ask that before he declared war on me.
- Crichton ! Out of the way ! - No, D'Argo !
This one's mine.
We got two choices here, Peacekeeper...
You can stick around...
and find out how hot it's going to get...
or you can return to your Captain Crais.
Crichton !
You would let us leave ?
Tell him...
he picked the wrong species to screw around with.
If he wants a fight, fine...
Look around...Take a good look around.
Multiply that by thousands.
Let's get you back to your ship.
I believe the human Crichton gave you a choice.
Go ahead ! Use your blade...
Next time Crais sees my face, his crew will be dead
and he'll be staring up from a pool of his own blood.
A brave gamble, Crichton.
You wouldn't have let him skewer me ?
Right ?
You risked Aeryn Sun's life...
I would still have preferred killing them on the spot.
This way, there's a chance Crais'll catch a hint and leave us alone.
A small chance.
Big fella ! You look refreshed.
Yes, well, a three hour trinkas bath will do that for you...
I had blue crud way up in places you don't want to know about.
You did a hell of a job today.
Yes, well, there's a lot of Rygel the First in here.
You know, if I had new clothes of cray-spun shimmer weave
the resemblance would startle you.
I'm pleased to report that the temperature is now at Optimum.
That's good news for Aeryn. Where is she ?
I believe on the terrace.
The Draks are leaving, Monarch wishes a final word with us.
We are pleased... Genesis is concluded.
That pleases us too, Monarch.
We are also pleased by the encounter between us.
Well, I think I can speak for all of us when l...
We shall not meet again, Great Ruler.
Don't worry, this one will last me a lifetime.
They'll be gone soon.
So remarkable !
Easy now, just lean on me.
Yes, I know I can.
Home sweet home.
I'll be fine from here.
I must say you handled yourself like quite a man of action today.
Yeah, I'm getting the hang of a few things.
- Of course when I do... - Things change
and you find you're more confused than you were before.
Yeah, pretty much.
Time and patience.
Time and patience...
- Is that your answer for everything ? - Yes, because it's always the right answer
Okay, how does time and patience answer this ?
We see the Draks, or we saw them, as...
...pests, something to be stepped on and crushed.
We were ignorant.
Well, I definitely pulverised one on sight
and I would have done the same thing to the Dentic and those germ bugs
that you injected me with when I first came on board.
The translator microbes.
Yeah, those guys, but see, you see them as good...
We've learned to work with them. Isn't that the same where you come from ?
I guess... I mean, some people keep pets
that others would just as soon eat.
If you're asking for a distinction, I think it's often unclear.
Moya is alive and she's our protector,
but she's also our servant, she relies on us...
and we rely on her, it's a mutual symbiotic relationship.
So...
who lives and dies in your world...
is as arbitrary as it is in mine.
The answer is reverence for all living beings...
- Which may come with... - Time, and patience.
Yes, John.
I get the feeling you're going to get the hang of things soon.
Remember me ?
Didn't we meet at a party a few years back ?
Some of what happened I can't recall,
but almost everything else has come back.
How're the shakes ?
I'll be fine.
You know...
I always thought that lesser life forms were useless,
just something to be squashed.
Yeah...
it's humbling when you realise that.
You're not talking about the Draks, are you ?
Fine...
Well on behalf of lesser life forms everywhere,
I accept the... compliment.
Could you have kept your promise ?
You know, all things considered, there are worse ways to end a day.
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