Farscape

The Sheyang vessel is about to fire.

Starburst. Starburst now.

Moya can't. She isn't ready.

Zhaan! Zhaan, do something.

D'Argo. He can help him.

He can talk to them. - No, no, no.

Listen to me. D'Argo is gone.

No D'Argo, no Aeryn, no Crichton.

Just us, okay? And in a few microts, we'll be dead, too.

No, D'Argo can save us.

He can.

He, he has to save us.

They're firing.

D'Argo, we need you.

Zhaan?!

D'Argo!

D'Argo.

Shake it off.

Come on Rock, get off the canvas. You can do it.

Rise and shine. Up and at 'em. Break through.

Man, this is getting old.

The least you can do is talk in your sleep.

What would you like me to say?

Whoa. How about great to be back?

Was I away?

You sure as hell were. Days.

I don't know how many. I kind of lost track of time.

Do you know who I am?

Yes, I recognize you, John, but I do not recognize this place.

Am I dead?

- No. - Am I dead?!

No.

You're not dead.

I, uh... I thought we were dead.

Why aren't we?

Aeryn.

She finally managed to scoop us up, brought us here.

Some asteroid.

Abandoned mining camp, factory. I don't know, something like that.

Where is she?

She's in the Prowler, grocery shopping.

This rock gets a nine on atmosphere but only two on food and water.

We have a lot to thank her for.

Yeah.

Prowler to Talyn.

What delayed you?

You were supposed to check in two arns ago.

I can't always get away on schedule.

Don't forget, I have to give Crichton a reason for my absence.

He still has no knowledge of our arrangement?

None.

It might facilitate matters if you explained to him.

No.

Eventually, you'll have to.

Only when it's too late for him to interfere.

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.

You sure your memory's okay?

How long was I without oxygen for?

Long enough to scare the hell out of me.

What's the last thing you remember?

Space.

Kronite.

Gammak base aflame.

Magnificent sight.

Absolutely.

Did Moya get away?

Moya did but Talyn...

Talyn?

Yeah, Moya's baby.

Awful name.

What happened to him?

Crais happened.

He made off with the baby.

We should never have let him live.

- Yeah, I know. What happened to the Command Carrier?

It's still in the area.

Aeryn has spotted Marauders

checking the asteroid field out but they haven't seen us yet.

So now we have to evade Scorpius.

And then we have to find Crais, remove him from Talyn.

Who the yotz named him Talyn?

I did. After my father.

Aeryn, check out who finally woke up from his little siesta.

Yes, I have eyes, Crichton.

I have eyes as well, and they're very pleased to see you alive.

Hey, yo.

What's the matter? Is there a problem?

All I managed to find was a little water.

I'll have to keep exploring.

If this asteroid is unsuitable then we should all leave.

Good idea. Change of scenery.

No.

This is the only asteroid I've seen with structures

that'll hide you from the Marauder patrols.

Yeah, but D'Argo's awake.

We get out of the asteroid, we signal to Moya, she comes and she picks us up.

We don't even know if Moya is in range and we can't outrun a Command Carrier.

So we have to remain hidden until the Carrier withdraws.

What if it never does?

Well, Scorpius can't look for us forever,

and he can't even be certain that you survived.

Aeryn, Scorpius wants me pretty bad.

His patience may outlast our Prowler's fuel.

When the Prowler's fuel runs out we starve.

As John once said, I would rather go down on a swing.

"Swinging." That you want to go down "swinging."

Swinging.

The only reason we'll starve

is if you don't stop this useless discussion

and let me keep searching for food.

- This discussion... - Aeryn, D'Argo.

Stop it! Both of you.

If not for me you'd both be dead, all right?

So stop fighting me!

Rygel, eat.

I can't eat.

What, you... you can't eat?

Nnn...

What? Any fever?

Or dizziness?

Or secretions that are even abnormal for you?

I'm not sick. I'm simply not hungry.

Ask Pilot why.

Bad news, Pilot?

Moya is returning to the asteroid field where she last saw Talyn.

What?

There, you see?

Is Moya unclear on the concept of why we ran away?

She insists on searching for her offspring despite the risk.

A Peacekeeper Command Carrier is slightly more than a risk.

Moya and I have chosen a course that should allow us to re-enter the field undetected.

But even then, we're flying back in unarmed, defenseless.

We aren't entirely defenseless.

Ha! As good as.

All we have is that antiquated defense screen we took from the wreck of the Zelbinion.

This pile of dren?

Well, I-is it even functional?

I'll have the DRDs give it a thorough going-over.

Moya doesn't understand your distress.

Besides Talyn, we might also find Crichton, D'Argo and Aeryn.

If they could have gotten out, they would have by now.

All patrols still report nothing, sir.

Uh, no signal from Leviathan offspring.

No trace of Crichton.

Nothing.

I comprehend the meaning of nothing, Lieutenant.

After Crichton ejected from the Transport,

it may have been a mistake to pull back and allow that rogue Prowler to rescue him.

Oh, you had little choice, sir.

Oh, true.

He would have chosen to perish rather than be saved by us.

But...

the Prowler eluded capture,

and continues to.

In a field of this size, we may never find it.

Time for a change of tactics.

Talyn! Stop this senseless behavior.

You mother has gone. Do you understand?

Moya has abandoned you.

What are you doing?

Power down your engines at once.

Leaving the protection of the field right now is suicidal.

I know you detest all this hiding.

You're a gunship, a warrior.

You want to move, to fight.

But you're not yet strong enough to take on a Command Carrier.

He's going berserk.

Talk to him!

Talyn.

What's the matter?

Show us.

There's no reason to be afraid.

I'm here.

So is Crais.

Talyn, we want to help you, please.

Let us see what's upsetting you.

Communications.

Broadband transmissions.

Random noises mixed with distortion spikes.

Scorpius.

Talyn, these signals mean nothing.

They're intended to alarm you and to make you run.

Talyn, do not play into the hands of your enemy.

Remain right where you are.

You're brave enough to do that, aren't you?

Very good, Talyn.

Talyn, excuse us for a moment.

D'Argo's regained consciousness.

He and Crichton are eager to leave.

And don't suggest that we simply abandon them

because that was not part of our arrangement.