"Damn, it's colder in here than it is outside." "Not possible." "Zhaan:" "Greetings." "We have been told we might find a Luxan here." "Hey, buddy, we're expected." "Where you going?" "Zhaan:" "I think we're being asked to wait." "Take a number, have a seat." "No magazines." "Typical." "Familiar?" "I believe it is an Otec lamp." "is that a Luxan thing?" "It is used to ward off evil." "Zhaan:" "Then the rumors we heard on the commerce planet must be true after all." "Crichton:" "Number 78." "We're good to go." "I'll take that as a "yes."" "Stop!" "There!" "How remarkable." "It is a Luxan." "Plus, a Delvian and some species l can't identify." "Human." "You wouldn't know about us yet." "I don't care to." "Only the Luxan interests me." "Send him closer." "What's the matter?" "Are you hideous?" "Let me see you." "Have you a name?" "I am Ka D'Argo." "Rather young for a general." "General?" "She must be losing her eyesight." "Yes, but not my hearing." "General D'Argo, my name is Nilaam." "Please forgive me. I did not realize." "We must leave." "You will stay!" "You're an Orican." "Does that justify you collapsing in fear?" "Stop your groveling." "Look at me." "That's better." "Come closer." "Closer." "As you must have noticed by now, I'm dying." "If you wish it, I will attend." "Think you're worthy of the honor?" "That judgment is yours to make." "Exactly so." "Let's find out." "( crying out )" "D'Argo!" "No, stand back!" "Nilaam:" "You are very strong." "But worthy?" "No!" "Fraud!" "D'Argo!" "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." "D'Argo:" "I'm fine." "How the hell can you be fine?" "She just shoved her hand inside your chest." "I'm unharmed." "Then let me look." "( grunting )" "As I told you." "We'll leave now." "That works for me." "D'Argo, you don't want to leave." "Zhaan, word." "D'Argo has been humiliated." "Yeah, well, considering that woman was grabbing his guts I'd say he got off lucky with "humiliated."" "She does not mean to harm him." "How do you know?" "Because she's an Orican." "She's a holy woman revered by all Luxans." "Crichton:" "And holy women never go bad." "So why is she way out here all by herself... alone?" "I don't know." "Right." "You don't know." "She could have been excommunicated." "She could have been kicked out for putting her hands in other people's business!" "Her worthiness is not in question." "Mine is." "D'Argo, just because some ancient Luxan doesn't like the feel of your spleen does not mean she has the right to call my friend a fraud!" "She called me a fraud because I am not a general." "Well, who said that you were?" "I did." "These are the markings of a general." "Crichton:" "Okay, so you, uh... you got the bar codes of a general, but you aren't one." "No." "In my second campaign, our enemies surrounded us." "My general was badly wounded." "I knew he wouldn't survive interrogation if he were captured, so I took on the tattoo of his rank to protect him." "Were you captured, D'Argo?" "Yes." "But my battle unit was freed before the enemy had a chance to see through my ruse." "But you saved the real general's ass, right?" "Right?" "So, tell me, what the hell is she bitching about?" "Zhaan:" "I agree with Crichton." "Your fraud served a higher purpose, D'Argo." "Certainly the Orican can understand that." "Crichton:" "And if she doesn't... brother, that's her problem." "You're right." "Good." "So let's get back to Moya and heat up some Irish coffees." "No, you're right that she should understand that." "Wait here." "Damn!" "We were almost out of here." "I have not sent for you." "No." "Yet you dare to intrude upon me." "Yes. I wish to say something." "I could kill you where you stand." "I know you could." "Nonetheless, I wish to say something." "( scoffs )" "And why would I wish to hear it?" "Because it is the truth." "I was taught that Oricans are seekers of truth." "Was I misinformed?" "You are no general." "What more truth need I hear?" "An explanation." "If you are not interested in the full truth then you are not a true Orican." "( chuckles ) I knew you had strength." "I needed to know... if you had fire." "( Chiana singing )" "Here are some more." "Some more what?" "Clothes to be cleaned." "Oh, no problem." "Room for us both." "No, I want you to wash these." "Oh, do you?" "What, are you allergic to Moya's amnexus fluids or something?" "Just wash them, will you?" "Um, when exactly did I become your servant?" "Why do I have to wash your clothes?" "Well, you're cleaning D'Argo's, aren't you?" "Yeah, but I like D'Argo." "Crichton:" "She wants you to attendher." "What exactly does that mean?" "D'Argo:" "Whatever she wants it to mean." "So, if she wants to rip out your liver, snack on it with a Chianti, she can do that?" "She wouldn't do that." "Well, what is she going to do?" "She's going to die, John." "D'Argo, I know that." "What are you supposed to do?" "Zhaan:" "Comfort her, John." "Provide support, ease her journey into the next realm." "I'm to assist her in the ritual of passing." "Whoa." "Ritual?" "A bonding." "An emotional and spiritual link is forged, John." "As I understand it, when the Orican dies, the attendant sanctifies the ascent by transferring energy to her." "Strike... two." "I do not like the sound of "transferring energy" either." "The process only involves little risk." "How little risk?" "Oh, no, let me put it this way." "How wrong can it go?" "I could die." "I do not understand, D'Argo." "What do you get out of it?" "You know what?" "You sound like Rygel." "Luxan's consider it a great privilege, John, to attend an Orican." "No, not merely a privilege." "It is the highest honor we know." "So you get your name on the Orican honor roll and that's it." "Zhaan:" "You also go part of the way into the next realm, John." "When you come back, you've seen... lf you get back." "When you come back, you've had a glimpse of the other side." "I envy you, D'Argo." "Don't..." "Don't envy him." "He hasn't made up his mind yet." "Yes, I have." "( door opens )" "Oh, you're back." "D'Argo:" "Only briefly." "Did you find your Luxan?" "Yes. I'll tell you about it later." "Or, if I don't, Zhaan and Crichton will." "Where's Crichton?" "( Nilaam coughing )" "I'm not dead yet." "No. I didn't expect that you were." "But you were hoping I was." "Hoping I had quietly slipped away before D'Argo had a chance to return." "You need to understand something." "I'm worried about my friend." "Commendable, but a waste of time." "His fate is out of your control." "Yes, it's in yourcontrol." "That's what worries me." "The spiritual realm frightens you?" "Losing those I care about frightens me." "Isn't this where you're supposed to say "don't worry, I'm not going to hurt D'Argo"?" "I can guarantee no such thing." "I will, however, promise that I will do all I can to keep him from harm." "It's not very comforting." "It's the best I can do." "( scoffs )" "Okay." "This Ritual of Passing." "How important is it?" "You mean, why don't I just die like any other being?" "( chuckles )" "Yeah, I mean, why don't you just die like any other being?" "I could." "But I don't want to." "Do you realize that I haven't even seen another Luxan for nine cycles?" "Nine?" "And now I'm... too frail to make the journey home." "Have you any idea what it's like to be separated from your own kind?" "Yeah, matter of fact, I do." "Then you can't begrudge me this one last wish." "( door warbling )" "Packing up all your stuff?" "Only the Luxan objects." "Oh, you're going to show them off to that ancient mystic you dredged up." "is there some reason why you would care?" "Just don't want you to miss an opportunity." "Bet your new friend would pay quite well for some genuine Luxan artifacts." "This is not a trading expedition." "Oh, I understand." "This is one of your countrymen." "You don't want to sully your relationship with commerce." "( chuckles )" "Let me do that." "Ten microts with the old fossil and we'll be in profit..." "Clamp it, frog lips." "Hey." "Zhaan told me you're... you're going to do some kind of ritual thing." "That's right." "( mumbling )" "So, is it dangerous?" "Not in the least." "( mumbling ) I'll be back soon." "Make sure he doesn't eat my share of the food." "( mumbling )" "( Rygel grunts ) -l will." "You heard him." "Yes, I heard him." "But somehow, I don't believe him." "D'Argo:" "Are you ready?" "No." "I know it's time." "I'm old, weak and in pain." "I know the next realm will welcome me." "Still, it's... it's not easy to... to let go..." "To enter the darkness." "Perhaps that's why Oricans have attendants." "To strengthen our resolve as much as our spirit." "Your strength is impressive." "I hope it is sufficient." "I'm sure it will be." "( Nilaam chanting in native language )" "( D'Argo joins in chanting )" "( chanting intensifies )" "( chanting continues )" "D'Argo, your spirit's so strong!" "( panting ) I've never felt such power!" "I must try!" "( chanting )" "( D'Argo screams )" "D'Argo?" "( screaming )" "D'Argo!" "What's going on in there?" "( Nilaam chanting )" "( D'Argo screaming )" "D'Argo?" "!" "( chanting and screaming continues )" "( groans exhaustedly )" "Nilaam:" "Leave us." "The ritual isn't done." "The hell it ain't." "This party's over." "You're too late." "I said, it's over." "( yells )" "( groans )" "Damn!" "D'Argo, you okay?" "John, what happened?" "I don't know." "Ask grandma here." "Ah, it worked!" "It... it really worked." "No pain, no age." "D'Argo..." "We did it." "( laughing )" "You've given me life." "Zhaan?" "Aeryn?" "Need some help in..." "Hey... ( Aeryn laughs )" "What have you done?" "Nothing." "Well, you must have done something." "I didn't do anything." "It, it just froze up all around me." "Get me out of here." "When did I become your servant?" "( sighing )" "Don't frell around." "Just..." "Just get me out of here, okay?" "What's the hurry, Chiana?" "You're not allergic to Moya's amnexus fluids, are you?" "Oh, yeah, very funny, Aeryn." "Look, can you please just do something?" "Zhaan." "Finally someone who's a little more useful." "What did she do?" "I didn't do anything." "I just..." "Pilot, do you know anything about this?" "Only that Moya's hydric system is failing on a number of tiers." "Cause unknown." "Crichton:" "D'Argo, you okay?" "He's more than okay." "He's the most powerful Luxan I have ever known." "You did this?" "I'm not sure how." "Was that supposed to happen?" "No. I was supposed to die but when I sensed your astonishing power I decided to try the Ritual of Renewal instead." "See how well it worked?" "Look princess, you damn near killed him!" "D'Argo:" "Actually, I've, uh... I've never felt better." "Neither have I." "Yeah." "Well, you... you could have killed him." "But she didn't." "His pain was short-lived and I intend to make up for it." "Yeah, D'Arg, I'm just going to..." "just buzz up to Moya and see... I think that's a good idea, John." "Oh, weirder and weirder." "( panting excitedly )" "Your taste..." "What?" "I can taste you." "I can move." "I can breathe." "I can feel." "( D'Argo laughing )" "You are glorious." "We are glorious." "We must celebrate." "( both laughing )" "You gave me this." "I think it's only fair that you enjoy it with me." "( Chiana grunting )" "Ow!" "Watch it!" "Careful with that thing." "( grunting )" "Aeryn:" "Do you want to get out of here or not?" "Zhaan, I'm not having any luck here." "How about you with the solvent?" "The solidified amnexus resists everything I throw at it." "Same here." "Even the DRDs are having difficulties." "Pilot:" "We have a more serious problem." "Oh, come on." "More serious than mine?" "Certain areas of Moya's outer skin appear to be deteriorating." "What's wrong, Pilot?" "I don't know." "Neither does Moya." "Zhaan:" "Patch me through to Crichton and D'Argo." "Pilot:" "Yes." "And Pilot has no idea." "Zhaan:" "None." "We could use some extra hands, John." "Can you and D'Argo return at once?" "Yeah." "No. I'll be right there." "Uh..." "D'Argo, he might, uh, be a while." "He's revitalizing." "( D'Argo and Nilaam moaning passionately )" "( Nilaam laughing )" "Oh... I need a Ritual of Renewal myself." "( Nilaam laughing )" "Have I finally sapped your strength?" "Only temporarily." "Let me know when you recover." "Believe me, you will." "You know, D'Argo, I've hardly been able to leave this bed for over six cycles." "And now that I can, I don't want to." "Oh?" "You keeping me prisoner, huh?" "Absolutely." "( laughing ) I always made a note that I'd never be taken prisoner again." "So much for that, huh?" "Nilaam, what do you want to do now?" "( moans )" "Besides that?" "( chuckling lightly )" "Well... start a new life." "Not in the Uncharted Territories." "I want to go home." "You can do that?" "D'Argo, I can do anything." "I can guide your ship home." "I can help your friends." "I could even make you a real general." "My son." "I want to see my son again." "Then you will." "But I have no idea where he is." "Then we will find him." "Anything is possible now." "Pilot?" "There's been an outer hull breach." "Tier 20." "Hammond side." "Decompression?" "No." "Moya's inner walls appear to be unaffected, so far." "is this a good time to tell you that, uh... I can't feel my feet?" "If we had any idea how Moya made it, we could patent this stuff." "Useless." "I wonder if I've got any grenades left." "She was kidding, right?" "Tell me that she was kidding." "Well, with Aeryn, you never know." "What emergency could possibly justify waking me up?" "How about breaches in the outer hull?" "Oh, aren't the inner hulls secure?" "Yeah, but we need you to take your scooter out there in the tight spaces and check for weak spots." "Can't the DRDs do that?" "They're already doing it." "Doesn't mean you can't help." "He's right, toad face." "Pitch in, make yourself useful for a change." "Rygel:" "If I must." "But you're worrying for nothing." "Hull breaches are nearly unheard of on Leviathans." "Ooh..." "Crichton:" "Pilot, what the hell's going on?" "Inner hull breach." "Sluice chamber!" "( screaming )" "Pilot!" "Seal off this tier!" "( Chiana screaming )" "Crichton:" "Rygel, grab my hand!" "( screaming )" "Rygel, hang on!" "Help me!" "Help me!" "Sparky, grab my hand!" "Rygel!" "I can't!" "( screaming )" "Rygel!" "( Rygel screaming )" "( everyone panting )" "Help!" "Help!" "( Rygel grunting )" "Well, what do you know?" "He has made himself useful." "( grunting ) I'm..." "I'm stuck." "Decompression has ceased." "What happened?" "Crichton:" "We got lucky." "Sparky's got a big ass." "Pardon?" "Butt... hole." "I'll explain later, Pilot." "The good news is..." "No leak." "You're a tight fit, sluggo, as long as you don't move." "Don't move." "Call that good news?" "I want out." "Yeah, no!" "No, no, you want in." "Not out, in." "Not out." "Hey." "What did you see from the outside?" "A few gaps in the outer hull and your backside hanging out in space." "Am I... intact?" "You seem to be all there, but I can't say I looked too closely." "Crichton:" "What the hell is this?" "That is a piece from the edge of the largest hole and it came off very easily in my hands." "Well, let's hope it gives Zhaan a clue." "( grunting ) Indeed." "( grunting )" "Whoa!" "Hold still." "What?" "What are you trying to do, kill all of us now?" "I can't help it. I'm being crushed." "I can hardly breathe." "Then don't breathe." "Rygel:" "Who's that?" "And why is she here?" "This is Nilaam." "She's here to help." "How could she possibly help us?" "She's an Orican." "Oh." "Okay. I'll repeat the question." "Don't." "Hold the question." "Nilaam, if there's something you can do, please do it." "Don't you dare touch me." "I don't trust Luxans." "( whimpering ) I'm not going to touch you." "I'm going to heal the outer skin of your ship." "You are?" "Well, hurry." "Does this look comfortable to you?" "I thought you said she was ancient!" "Later!" "( Rygel grunting )" "( rumbling )" "( glass breaking )" "John, what's going on?" "Zhaan, did you feel that?" "Pilot:" "Tremors are occurring all through Moya." "They're increasing the deterioration!" "Hey, look, Nilaam." "You're making it worse." "Stop." "It's a healing incantation. lt has to work." "Shouldwork?" "Try another." "Try anything." "I need to meditate, find another way." "D'Argo, is there a private place?" "Come with me." "( whispering chant )" "Please D'Argo, don't disturb me now." "I'm trying to find a cure..." "We did this, didn't we?" "We caused this problem." "We're harming Moya." "Nilaam, tell me." "I didn't know." "You have to believe that." "( sighs )" "Please believe that." "( sighs )" "What happened?" "During the ritual, the power I sensed." "I thought it was yours." "I didn't realize the ship was a bio-mechanoid." "So you bonded with Moya's energy." "I didn't know." "Now you know." "And I can make things right." "There must be a way." "How can you be sure?" "Because this shouldn't be happening." "This ritual shouldn't keep draining strength from the Leviathan." "She should recover." "She is dying." "And I can save her." "I need to consult my Tevex scrolls." "Take me back to the planet." "I cannot abandon Moya." "All of my resources are in my chamber." "Potions, artifacts, ancient manuscripts." "They'll have an answer." "Look." "I'm a disease to this ship." "Get me away from her. lt might at least slow the process down." "D'Argo:" "Slowing the process down is not good enough." "Well let me try everything I can." "It's a little odd, don't you think, that all of Moya's problems developed just as this shaman woman turned herself young." "It's not necessarily linked." "If it is, Nilaam should be able to find a solution." "I'm not sure she wants to find a solution." "Pilot:" "Officer Sun, may I speak with you, please?" "What is it, Pilot?" "I would prefer to discuss it in person." "I'll be right there." "Pilot." "( gasping )" "My... connection... with Moya.. ." "affecting me... as her systems fail." "What is it, Pilot?" "How can we fix it?" "Don't know." "Amnexus solidification." "Skin deterioration." "Only happens during old age." "Moya's still young." "Makes no sense." "It makes too much sense." "Where's Nilaam?" "I will check." "Take a moment." "Senses unclear." "( gasping )" "Found her." "She's with D'Argo." "Tier six, on their way to the Transport Hangar." "I don't know if this can be reversed, Pilot, but I promise you this." "I won't Nilaam keep what she's stolen." "Hey, what are you doing?" "D'Argo and his woman are going to make a run for it. I'm going to stop them." "Uh-uh." "Not with that thing, you're not." "Watch me." "Aeryn!" "No!" "That won't hold them for long." "Come on." "D'Argo, we must go." "What was that?" "Pins and needles!" "You're asking the wrong spaceman." "Pilot, did they get away?" "( gasping ):" "A Transport Pod left Moya a quarter arn ago." "D'Argo:" "Nilaam, you have already tried four different incantations." "It is not working." "Nilaam:" "I know." "Your Transport Pod." "How far can it get us?" "Leave my friends?" "Some distance between me and Moya might stop the energy drain." "I..." "And if it doesn't?" "D'Argo, it is just a ship." "Moya is not just a ship." "She's alive." "And you are taking her life to restore your own." "The life of a Leviathan for the life of an Orican." "How can an Orican justify taking life?" "Have you forgotten who you are?" "Have you forgotten what I can do?" "I have not forgotten what you cannot do which is restore Moya's life!" "Does that not suggest to you that you have taken something that you really should not have?" "I can't give it back now." "I can't lose this." "Lose you." "D'Argo, I... I don't know what to do." "Tell me what to do." "Crichton:" "D'Argo!" "D'Argo?" "It's me, John." "We have to talk." "D'Argo!" "We're out of time." "Moya's hull is deteriorating fast and Pilot can't do a thing." "You know what's causing it." "John..." "Nilaam isn't evil." "That doesn't change anything." "Moya, Pilot, Aeryn, they will never forgive her." "They may never even forgive me." "But you... you must understand." "I understand." "What she is doing is killing Moya." "She didn't mean it." "Doesn't matter." "She honestly thought it was my energy that restored her youth." "She's trying everything she can to restore Moya's health." "D'Argo, I don't know... what she intended." "What I know... is that it's murder." "And you're the only one who can stop it." "Don't you think I know what has to be done?" "!" "( crying quietly )" "( grunting )" "I came here to end this." "And I will." "( door opening )" "( footsteps approaching )" "It's time." "D'Argo, the gifts you gave me, youth, happiness, passion." "I know I can't keep them, but... I have treasured them." "As I have treasured you." "I'm not afraid anymore." "I've chosen my path." "I just don't know if I have the will to travel it." "I turned back once." "I can't turn back again." "I need your strength once more." "( D'Argo chanting in alien language )" "( chanting continues )" "( chanting grows louder )" "( groaning in pain )" "( speaking alien language )" "( Chiana laughing )" "( laughs )" "You know, until today I... I never really realized how much I love my feet." "Frell your feet." "How about loving your life." "I don't know how you survive, Ryg." "Your butt must be made out of reinforced crandak." "I have no idea what crandakis, but if I've lost any sensation below middle level then I'm going to test how sensitive D'Argo's nether regions are, with a red hot..." "Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo." "Ooh, careful." "Ticklish spot." "You're looking better already." "is there anything I can to to help speed up the healing process?" "Nothing I am aware of." "Moya and I thank you for your concern." "Pilot, what is the normal life span of a Leviathan?" "Uh... many have lived over 300 cycles." "What about your species?" "Normally, a thousand cycles or more." "However, when we bond with Leviathans, we live no longer than they do." "So when Moya eventually does die... I will go as well." "I would not have it any other way." "You want me to get lost?" "Why would I want you to do that?" "In case you wanted some time alone." "I do." "But not yet."