I'm up, I'm up, I'm up, I'm up, I'm up.
Aeryn!
What the hell's going on?
We've been locked and targeted.
Crichton: Peacekeepers?
Aeryn: No, them.
Who are they?
Pilot: I don't know, Crichton.
Their ship is is badly damaged and their Comms channel's not functioning.
Have we sent the "don't shoot us, we're pathetic" transmission yet?
It's the first thing we tried, but they still targeted us.
What did we do to piss these guys off?
Nothing we're aware of.
D'Argo: Rygel, I just boostered another cable.
Is the Defense Shield working?
No, it still registers only half power. Move it, D'Argo.
I don't want to die because you're too slow.
If you can do any better get down here yourself, your lowness, and give it a try.
Now, get me another cable!
We just have to hope that Zhaan can stall them.
Zhaan?
Zhaan's on their ship?
Pilot, I've autodocked and I'm coming toward what I think is their command.
There's no one here, though.
We're still targeted, Zhaan.
Perhaps they've automated their weapons.
You must find a way to stop them from firing.
I will try, Pilot.
(gasping)
I will never yield.
You must destroy me.
I am not here to hurt you.
I am a Delvian Pa'u, a priestess.
I can take your pain, if you allow me.
Why do you help?
Your ship... attack us?
We didn't attack you.
Your smaller ship did.
Captain called it... Talyn.
Talyn did this.
Is that why you targeted us?
Yes.
You must believe me.
We did not send Talyn to attack you.
Why I trust?
You can scan us. We're peaceful.
We do not have any weapons.
No weapons?
Nothing.
Yoz!
No weapons!
Destroy their ship.
What are you...?
Lord...
our core is below pulse.
Can only fire once if we...
We have no choice!
D'Argo, I am unfamiliar with their ship,
but I believe they are marshaling energy to fire.
I need another cable now!
Coming through!
Rygel, now!
(blended voices): Screw me, this is impossible.
(blended voices): What the frell's going on? That's my body.
I'm Aeryn.
Who are you?
I'm Crichton.
(blended voices): By the Hynerian gods, I'm not me.
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?
I'm being hunted by an insane military commander.
I'm doing everything I can.
I'm just looking for a way home.
Rygel (Crichton): What are you doing in my body?
Aeryn (Rygel): I don't know.
But that's my, my, my body.
Crichton (Aeryn): I know, and this is my body.
Oh, yotz!
Look at it.
Look at what I am.
Aeryn (Rygel): You? I look like, like... Rygel.
Who are you?
Me? I'm Crichton.
Now, we just have to...
just think for a second and try and figure out what happened to us.
This is not some sort of sick hallucination.
I want my body back. Pilot!
Pilot!
Rygel, just calm down.
I am not calming down.
Pilot, why aren't you answering?
Pilot!
Aeryn, right?
What do you think?
Of course it's me, John.
Okay, I know this is crazy but we need to focus.
Look at me.
I have no arms. Look at this.
Aeryn, focus. I need your help.
Now, I don't know what happened to us.
I don't even know if this is real.
I feel something real. -Shut up, Fluffy!
But I know that we were attacked, and if we're attacked again, the Defense...
I think I'm insane!
...half power so we have to get it fully aligned.
I'm dreaming. Yes, that's it.
I'm asleep and I'm dreaming.
I'll wake up in my royal bedchamber surrounded by my concubines
and everything will be fine.
Rygel, listen to me.
I'm not listening to you. You're a figment.
You're a part of my imagination.
Oh, that's great.
That... was real.
It's the three freaking Stooges. I'm hitting myself.
Whoever you are...
I want my body back.
We all do, buddy. We all do.
Look, that ship must have shot us with some kind of brain-switching weapon.
I don't know, somehow I got in you, Rygel.
But why? Why would they want us to switch bodies? Why?
I don't know.
But if this is some kind of sick experiment, I'm billing them for the therapy.
Pilot.
Pilot!
D'Argo (Pilot): Pilot, wake up. Help me.
Pilot (Chiana): Moya?
Moya, where...? Where are you?
She's right here.
Pilot, look at me.
What...? What happened?
We were hit by some kind of weapon.
But they haven't shot again. I do not know why.
Who are you?
It's me. I'm D'Argo.
D'Argo.
Something happened to us.
We've all been switched.
It affected you the worst.
You passed out. I thought you were dead.
You're... D'Argo.
Then who are you?
Chiana.
Everything's coming apart.
I don't know what I'm doing here, Pilot.
We're gonna die now, aren't we?
Shut up, Chiana.
It's like I have a million sounds in my head.
That's Moya.
You're multitasking.
I can't hear anything specific, Pilot.
All I hear is noise, and I can't control it.
What the frell!
What was that?
Moya can't hear me and I...
I think she's starting to panic.
Listen, D'Argo.
You're going to have to control some of the multitasking.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
I'll... I'll talk you through.
I can't move my legs.
Chiana, take me to D'Argo.
Moya needs my help.
You lied.
Your ship has Defense Screen.
Why have, if not warrior vessel?
We scavenged it from an abandoned Carrier called the Zelbinion.
I am telling you the truth.
You... you fired on an unarmed living creature.
Then why this?
That's not us.
That's Talyn.
30 of my crew dead, and we the only living.
Talyn is a genetic mutation, designed to be a gunship.
We have been searching for him.
Moya is not like that ship.
Time count till our weapon can fire.
Three arns.
By the goddess, we mean you no harm.
Let me take you aboard Moya.
I'll prove to you that we have no weapons.
You'll return to your ship when it is corpse.
Pilot (Chiana): Thank you, Chiana.
D'Argo, close your eyes.
Now, listen.
Listen through all the sounds in your head.
Beyond them, there's a high pitched sound very faint.
I sometimes see it as a...
a sort of color.
A dark red.
Yes. I think I see it.
Good.
Now, push all the other noises to the side.
Concentrate on the red one.
That's Moya's life-support functions.
Keep that in your brain at all times.
Moya's other tasks will hang off that sound like it's a rope.
I'll try.
(engine humming)
(popping noise)
(DRD squeaks)
Rygel (Crichton): Are these really necessary?
Can't you remember who we are?
Crichton (Aeryn): No, I can't, Einstein.
If these guys attack again I got to know who I'm talking to.
Pilot, I think I've isolated our internal Comms.
They should be working now.
Good. Hang the sound on the rope in your mind like we talked about.
Now, try to isolate broadcast frequencies.
Are you okay?
We must contact Zhaan.
Do you think she'll be all right?
I know she docked on the Halosian ship before it fired.
I... I don't know what happened after that.
Any idea why we switched bodies, Pilot?
No. As soon as minimum functions return
(Rygel snorting) I'll help D'Argo
into the memory banks to run a scan.
But before I switched, I sensed damage
to the Defense Screen circuitry in the Neural Cluster.
Nothing serious, but we need to repair transfer conduits.
Aeryn (Rygel): Pilot, shouldn't we just worry about getting our bodies back?
Who cares about fixing the Defense Screen?
It didn't stop their first blast from doing this.
When we first got hit the Defense Screen was only at 62%.
If we get it properly aligned, it will protect us.
I'm on it.
You coming, Aeryn?
You really know your way around this maze?
Mm-hmm. There's hundreds of quadrants, and I had to learn them all.
This says the Defense Screen power cell should be...
right up there.
You're going to have to do all the work, Crichton.
I can't do anything with these.
All right. Well, follow the circuitry on the schematics
and I'll see if I can isolate the burned-out conduits.
I accept your offer.
I will survey Moya.
If peaceful, I will let you free.
Thank you.
Moya is unarmed. I will prove it to you.
No, you stay.
If they betray, you die.
They won't.
Allow me to be suspicious.
I can't believe you do this every day.
My whole body aches from concentrating so hard.
I'm only doing a tiny bit of what you do and I can hardly breathe.
Pilot (Chiana): You'd...
you'd adapt quickly, D'Argo.
What's the matter?
I don't feel so well.
Pilot, I need you here.
Don't pass out on me.
I can't do this without you.
You might... have to.
No. Wait.
There's something, uh... it's Zhaan.
I'm getting a transmission from Zhaan.
Put her on external... vocal.
There.
Zhaan: Pilot, can you hear me?
Why aren't you answering?!
Answer her.
Go on.
Uh, yes, it's me, Zhaan.
Sort of.
Are... are you all right?
Yes. I'm unharmed, but listen.
The attack on Moya was not unprovoked.
We did nothing.
I know, but Crais did.
He attacked the Halosians with Talyn.
Talyn? Was Talyn here?
20 arns ago.
Then he disappeared.
That's why they targeted us, Pilot.
They think that we came here to destroy them.
Look, if we can prove that Moya has no weapons, they will not fire again.
The Halosian commander is willing to come aboard unarmed,
if we let him search Moya and prove that we are peaceful.
Hmm...
What do you think?
We don't have much choice.
Tell her it's...
it's agreeable.
Hmm, Zhaan, tell the nawnok he's clear to come over,
but remind him we're in no mood for yotz.
One trick, one transgression, and I kill him.
Pilot, what has happened to you?
I'm fine.
Just send him over. (choking noises)
Pilot, what's wrong with you? Pilot?
Crichton! Aeryn! Pilot's having some sort of attack!
Get up here!
Get up here now!
Crichton! Somebody, help!
What's happening, Crichton?
I don't know.
Is Pilot rejecting my body?
What happens to my body if Pilot rejects it?
I'm... I'm much... much better, Chiana.
We must keep linking...
working to link to Moya's memory banks...
so we can analyze...
analyze the weapon that switched us.
Frell that.
I can't do it, Pilot. I tried, but I can't do it.
Well, you have to.
I don't want to stay like this you pathetic Luxan.
Crichton, Rygel, whoever you are.
I'll rip your head off if you don't shut up.
Wait.
I'm getting a signal.
The Halosian shuttle is approaching.
We better get down there.
They're expecting me... I mean, you, to show them around.
Come on!
(breathing irregularly)
Crichton (Aeryn): Pilot, D'Argo, can you tell me if this guy's alone?
I've got no frelling idea, John.
All I know is, he's docking.
Oh, my.
What's the matter?
I feel, um... nothing.
I just feel, um...
What? Is my body okay, Rygel?
Yes, fine. Just I think I have to...
Now?
Yes, now. Right now, yes.
You can't go now. You have to hold it.
I don't know how to hold it, Chiana. I don't know this body.
Then go. Just go.
What? Here?
Over there, now. Go.
"There, now."
Hmm.
D'Argo, is this guy here yet?
He should be there any microt.
Uh, Crichton.
What?
Can you show me how to do this?
Oh, my god.
Unzip.
Right.
Pull it out.
(grunts)
Point it like a gun.
and shoot.
Aiming it the right way?
Yes, that's fine.
He's here.
I am Tak.
We figured.
D'Argo, search him.
D'Argo.
Oh, sorry.
Not necessary.
I am unarmed.
Face the wall and spread your feathers, big guy.
(Tak groans)
Where is Crichton?
Told he show me Moya.
By the Hynerian gods, that is good!
Yes, so I'll just um,
put this thing away and...
(shrieks)
Yotz!
(groans)
Put it away and be careful, Sparky.
D'Argo (Pilot): Can't believe it. It's getting easier, Pilot.
How are you feeling?
If I stay calm, I'm fine.
But I still sense Chiana's body wants me gone.
I never thought I'd be separated from Moya again.
It's as though all my senses have...
have vanished.
I can't see, or hear, or feel like I did.
I'm beginning to understand.
The glimpses I get of what you experience, Pilot,
they make my own life feel insignificant.
That's not true, D'Argo.
It is. I have memories of my son, of a wife,
but you have seen the galaxies and the birth of stars.
But I have no...
no memories of love.
Of friendship.
None.
You have the remarkable memories, D'Argo.
(Delvian chanting)
I believe...
I believe that your Moya peaceful.
So will Tak when he searches it.
Perhaps.
Look.
Show you something.
I am Captain Crais.
We travel in peace and we wish you safe passage.
Halos-1 , my ship's defense mechanisms have been activated.
We sense your weapons have charged. Stand down.
I repeat, we travel in peace.
Talyn, prime guns for retaliation.
Fire now!
You fired first.
Talyn just defend itself.
So Crais was honorable. He's not using Talyn for battle.
He could destroy us.
But chose not.
Why did you fire on Talyn?
Our Code.
Tak desires to evolve.
He must register hostile kills.
As many as possible.
As you can see, no weapons anywhere.
If you ask me, it's frelling ludicrous.
In my royal fleet, every ship had a hundred cannon.
Crichton, stop talking.
Just making conversation, Rygel.
so our guests can see that we are friendly creatures.
Creatures with no weapons.
That way, when he's finished searching, you can change me back, right?
Everything will be dealt with.
Good, good.
One microt.
Aeryn, I think I'm making some progress with this idiot,
so why don't you leave us alone and I'll show him the ship myself?
What are you up to, Rygel?
Nothing.
And my own body shouldn't be suspicious of me, so rack off!
Pff!
Now...
Okay, I've done all I can do here.
I've changed all the burned-out conduits.
Can you run an integrity check and see if this damn Defense Screen will run to 100% now?
I'll try, John.
Okay.
(zipper opening)
(exhales sharply)
(chuckles)
Oh...
(chuckling)
Oh...
Mama!
Aeryn (Rygel): Crichton?
What are you doing?
Oh...
Oh come on, man, I'm...
They're here.
They're right here.
They've been here for a couple of arns, and I just had to...
Aeryn (Rygel): You are mentally damaged.
No, I'm a guy.
A guy. Guys dream about this sort of thing.
Aeryn (Rygel): I'll tell you one thing, Crichton.
If I find you've been dreaming anything else to my body,
I'll break your legs, even if they are mine.
What are you guys doing here anyway?
I've just repatched the Defense Screen and Command.
I need you to have a look at it.
Unless you need some more... private time.
Oh, shut up, Chiana. God knows what you've been doing to that body.
Aeryn (Rygel): Look, you two can fight it out later.
Rygel's about to bring the Halosians through the quadrant below this one.
I came to tell you to clear out. So clear.
Okay.
Rygel (Crichton): Haven't you searched enough of these cells?
Think about it. If we had a weapon, we'd have already fired it.
Yes.
I believe you have no weapons.
Well, there you are. That's good. We can be friends. Come on.
Yes, let's go. Don't stand there like a wounded trelkez.
We'll have our feast, worthy of a Royal Dominar.
No, I...
I... I feel unwell.
No, no, no, we're well-stocked for the first time in a million cycles.
We have fellip shanks, Hynerian marjools...
I think I-I...
(vomits)
Right. Go on, go on. Let it all out.
Excuse.
No, no, no, that's all right. We do that sort of thing all the time here on Moya.
I just peed in the Maintenance Bay.
And, um...
now that we're friends and you know that we have no weapons,
you think you can switch me back to my own body right away?
When I get to my ship...
I'll see what I can do.
Well, hurry it up.
I don't think I can stand this gangly hunk of flesh much longer.
Don't worry.
Won't be much longer.
What's going on, D'Argo?
Moya's scared. Something foreign to her is attacking her internal circuitry.
Any idea what?
No. I can't see anything yet.
It must have been Tak.
He must have brought something on board.
No way. Chiana searched him. She didn't find anything.
Well, she must have missed it.
D'Argo, you're going to have to give us a better idea of where to look.
Rygel took Tak everywhere.
I don't know where.
I've got nothing here, John.
All right, we'd better find Spanky. I'm sure he knows something.
Your people talk of switching back.
What means?
I have no idea.
You lie, but no care.
I destroy Moya.
Are weapons ready?
Yes, Lord.
Good.
You know this is wrong.
Can do nothing. Our Code forbids me...
Frell your code!
Stop him.
Yoz: I'm fascinated by your Code.
Those on Moya not your race, yet you worry.
Of course.
We worry about nothing, except ourselves.
If that is true, Yoz, if you're just concerned with your own evolve, I can help you.
Tak failed when he fired at Moya and he failed to destroy her, right?
Yes.
If a Lord fails, can you replace him? Does your code allow this?
Yes.
Then you should replace him.
Me?
Why not?
Wouldn't you evolve quicker if you did?
Yes, if I...
prove his fail...
I will be your proof. I will tell anyone you want that he failed and you had to take over from him.
Just... just let Moya go.
No, Tak not fail.
If he not destroy Moya now, we talk again.
But then it would be too late.
(bubbling)
(electrical crackling)
You know what we have to do, Rygel?
Get the frell out of here.
Is that your answer for everything, Chiana?
Just run?
That's what you do, Rygel.
Yes, normally. And I'd do it in a microt except I want my body back.
Now why would you want to do that?
This body's much better.
You think?
I know.
On Moya you don't have much competition, but...
this is as good as it gets, Sluggy.
But this body is so white.
And it only lasts only another 40 pathetic cycles.
Mine will last for...
(gasps)
What are you doing, Chiana?
I want someone to go with me.
It gets lonely out there.
Normally you have to rub my eyebrows to make me feel like this.
I'll rub you anywhere you like in the Transport Pod.
Don't you want your body back?
I'd rather be alive in this body than dead in my own.
Let's get out of here.
Oh, no! No!
No, I can't go with you, girl.
What are you doing, Rygel?
Why do you want to stay?
Because I need my body.
Not this body.
Only a Royal Hynerian can reclaim my throne.
And the hope of executing the cousin who betrayed me...
is the only reason I live.
(footsteps)
Little guy! Been looking for you.
Listen, D'Argo says whatever's attacking Moya is in the Neural Cluster.
That means Tak must have done something when you were showing him through.
He didn't do anything.
I showed him around the ship then he got sick and left.
He got sick? What do you mean?
He threw up.
Disgusting creature.
Show us.
What?
Show me the pavement pizza.
You want to see vomit?
Nobody wants to see vomit.
Rygel (Crichton): Over there.
He vomited over there.
Yotz!
Creeping vomit.
How the... how the biznak did it do that?
I don't know, but I'm pretty sure the Defense Screen power cell is up here.
Chiana (D'Argo): Be careful, Crichton.
He must have barfed up some kind of acid to burn out these conduits.
Oh, crap, the acid's still moving.
Chiana (D'Argo): What's going on?
Crichton (Aeryn): Maybe we could leapfrog the power to this cell.
Chiana, go back to the den.
Re-link the cables we patched in before into that cell there.
Where exactly does that lead to?
I don't know. Ask Pilot.
Do you know what you're doing, Crichton?
No, I have no idea. I'm making it up as I go.
Move!
Right, and even if we can frag leap the Defense Screen to that cell over there,
how the frell are we going to stop the vomit?
We have to try and contain it.
Alkaline solution neutralizes acid, right?
So do we have anything like that on board Moya?
Zhaan. I'll wager she has some in her apothecary.
All right, find it. But move. We don't have much time.
(groaning)
The frelling Halosian ship has targeted us again.
We need to re-link the Defense Screen.
To where?
I was hoping you were able to tell me that, Pilot.
I had to go up two tiers in the waste lift to find another way in here.
Two tiers.
Have you figured out what to do?
I think so. Rygel's going to dump that stuff in there
while I re-patch the Defense Screen power supply.
Is this going to work? -I have no idea.
I'm going to have to shut down the Defence Screen when I switch over.
But the Halosians will be able to attack us.
Only for a couple of seconds. We don't have any choice, Rygel.
If we don't do this, they're going to attack us as soon as the Defense Screen burns out.
Are you ready to start dumping that crap in there?
On your call.
Okay, I hope this works.
D'Argo, shut down the Defense Screen.
Shutting down now.
Go.
Defense Screen down.
Destroy them.
Stop!
They're unarmed!
Okay, D'Argo, I'm on.
Turn on the Defense Screen.
Powering now.
I've done it.
I think I've re-patched the Defense Screen.
Oh, no.
I'm Aeryn.
(gasps)
Who's Crichton?
(imitating buzzer)
I am.
Yotz!
Look, except for me being stuck in this disgusting, smelly, ugly...
My body is Royal, not smelly.
Rygel!
Except for me being in here, things are looking up.
How do you figure that, Crichton?
We've switched.
So, if we can switch to here, Aeyrn, then we can switch back to our original bodies, right?
Chiana (Pilot): Crichton? Aeryn? Somebody?
It's Chiana...
I'm in Pilot.
Pilot's in D'Argo's body, but he's not moving.
We can't get him to wake up.
Get down here, John.
I think Pilot is dying.
Defense Screen still work.
But I not fail.
I ram Moya.
Don't! Don't!
They're peaceful. Please.
They have not hurt you.
Yoz, you cannot interfere with your Lord's plan unless he fails, right?
Well, he has failed.
Stop him.
Yes!
(hissing)
(growling)
(crunching sounds)
Tak was fool.
I will evolve.
I can't get through to the Halosians.
Can't do anything.
Do not panic. Think of the rope!
Frell the rope! I can't do this, D'Argo.
Do it, you pathetic tralk!
All right. Calm down, everybody. Just calm down.
D'Argo, before the last blast is there anything you remember?
I felt the power of the blast before I shifted out of Pilot.
I think the beam was trying to destroy Moya, not make us switch bodies.
Then why didn't it destroy us?
I do not know.
The Defense Screen deflected most of the energy, but some got through.
Oh, oh, oh, Chiana.
Was the screen at full power when their beam hit?
No, the sensors say Screen power was at, uh... 62%.
Okay. Okay.
Maybe it's the interaction of their weapon and our screen that makes us switch bodies.
Part of the beam gets through.
That's the part that affects us.
But how do we get back, Crichton?
Pilot is barely breathing.
All right, let's try this.
We power the screen to 62%,
get in the same position we were in the first time the beam hit.
Then we moon the Halosians, and hope they'll shoot us again.
Are you sure about this, John?
Nope.
Another blast could kill us.
Yep.
The Halosian ship is heading towards us.
Are its weapons targeted?
No, but it's moving fast.
I think it wants to ram us.
Moya's attempting to initiate Starburst.
Don't let her, Chiana.
If she does, we'll never get our bodies back.
Keep Moya calm and initiate evasive maneuvers.
Help, Aeryn?
How?
I don't know how to do anything.
I will help you. Go, John. Get back to Command.
I will wake Pilot and put him in the same position he was in during the first attack.
Right.
You don't have to do this!
You don't have to die!
Will not.
As soon as on target, I escape in your Transport Pod.
Such a warrior's code, killing defenseless beings.
(chanting Delvian prayer)
Now time for...
Chiana, is the Halosian ship still heading towards us?
Yes. I'm attempting evasive maneuvers, but Moya still wants to Starburst.
Crichton (Rygel): Watch out Chiana, we're going to hit.
I can't stop it!
Hold on!
(panting)
That was freaking close!
You did it, Chiana.
I didn't do anything.
Moya turned us.
Wait. I'm-I'm picking up a transmission from Zhaan.
Can you put it on the clamshell?
I'll try.
I finally have control of the ship. Is everyone on Moya all right?
Well, that depends on your definition of "all right." I, personally, would say no...
Rygel, shut up.
What's the matter?
It would take too long to explain.
Look, Zhaan, we need you to do us a favor.
We need you to shoot us again.
Can you do that?
What is this madness?
It's not madness.
Rygel, why do you have a picture of Crichton on your chest?
Let me speak to him.
But I'm...
Crichton.
She wants me?
Yeah.
Zhaan wants to hear it from you.
She won't listen to Rygel.
I told you.
You all say I'm paranoid, but it's true.
No one ever frelling listens to me.
Can it, furball!
Great! Now, I'm getting yotz from my own body.
By the goddess, what is this madness that has overtaken all of you?
We'll explain later. Just shoot us, Zhaan.
Full power. And don't worry, we'll have the screen up.
Are you sure about this, Crichton?
Shoot the damn gun, you blue assed bitch. I'm sick of all of this.
Yes, I'm sure, Zhaan.
Just shoot us, full power.
Trust me. Everything will be all right.
If you say so, John.
Disgusting. "If you say so, John. Trust me. It'll be all right."
And she believes it.
Well, yotz, if I said that, you'd all vomit.
Chiana, is the Defense Screen at 62%?
Setting it now.
Are the three of you in your exact positions you were in when the first beam hit?
We're working on it.
Wake up, Pilot. Please.
You've got to be just where I was.
(grunting)
I cannot move you by myself.
(grunting)
I'm calibrating the weapons, John.
Firing in ten microts.
(grunting)
Right there, Rygel.
Okay.
Are you both in the same position?
Yes, John.
Rygel (Aeryn): Are you sure?
Maybe you were here.
Maybe you were there.
Rygel...
Yotz.
D'Argo, how you doing?
Tell Zhaan to hang on a microt.
Pilot!
(grunting)
What? What happened?
I can't contact Zhaan.
She's not responding.
You have to get up, Pilot. Now!
Stand!
Stand, you son of a Hezmot!
(grunting)
Hang on, Zhaan!
Do not fire yet!
Firing now.
(whirring)
(exploding)
(gasps)
(Rygel chuckling)
Crichton: Yotz...
I'll just crawl back to my Royal bedchamber and...
joke, Aeryn. I'm back.
(chuckling) You bastard.
(laughing)
Hey!
You guys okay up there?
(Chiana laughing)
Yes, Crichton. We're all back.
(laughing)
It's me.
(laughing continues)
It's me!
Yes!
We did it.
Mmm.
(laughing)
(both laughing)
Oh, yes, I'm back, too.
Thanks for asking.
Back to being me.
Back to being ignored.
How large has Talyn grown?
He's not as big as Moya yet, Pilot, but he's fierce.
When he decided to attack he easily destroyed the Halosian ship.
Can we take heart that Crais didn't initiate the attack?
Perhaps he won't use Talyn as a weapon.
Perhaps.
Perhaps he'll surprise us all.
I'm glad you're back, Zhaan, but I must go.
I must share with Moya all the experiences I've had when separated from her.
She wants to know everything.
(chuckling)
Uh... Zhaan, will your hand ever get better?
I've reinitiated the internal flow of nutrients, Rygel.
But there's a danger that not all function will return, so I must heal it slowly.
What?
(chuckles)
Why are you looking at me like that?
Oh, it's nothing.
It's just that my tenkas are sore and they've never felt like that before.
So, I was wondering...
what... what you were doing with them.
Nothing.
Hey, have you been speaking to Crichton?
No...
but, um...
I, uh...
did want to say to you that I...
I really...
really enjoyed...
being inside your body.
Oh, ah, um... no.
What...
What I meant...
by that... is that I...
I know what you mean.
I...
I really like your body.
You like my body?
Well...
they certainly seem to be readjusting well.
Uh-huh.
Well, they say you have to walk a mile in someone's shoes to understand them.
Well, I certainly know what you were doing when you were in my shoes, Crichton.
Give me a break.
(laughing)
It's okay.
It's okay, you know?
You were in my shoes.
I was in your pants.
Excuse me?
You...