Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars Page #2

Aye, Chancellor.

Scorpius is many things, Maryk.

None of them good.

But a coward? Never.

He has initiated this war,

and then turned and run!

How do you define

cowardice, Grayza?

Grand Chancellor,

please consider my counsel

on this carefully.

Hatred of the Scarrans

is Scorpius'

sole consistent trait.

There is something else.

Perhaps.

But my orders stand.

- Funny how?

- Different.

Different how? Like ice cream

cucumber different?

I don't know.

That's why I'm here.

All right. Everything

is gonna be okay.

Do you know why?

Because we're done.

We're checking out.

Next Ferengi we see, we run.

No questions later.

From this moment on,

my one concern, my life

is you

and our baby.

Are you sure?

- What?

- Is she all right? The baby all right?

Doc says he doesn't know

what you're talking about. There is no baby.

What?

Whoa, whoa! What do you mean, no baby?

Ah, if there was

a little passenger before,

it ain't aboard the train

no more.

Doc says you

never were pregnant.

- I was.

- She was!

She was preg...

You were pregnant?

I was pregnant!

There is no baby.

No. Nothing.

Whoa!

We were in pieces,

thousands of pieces.

Rygel said he got every single piece off of the

ocean floor.

- Rygel.

- He was very thorough.

We made sure of it.

Even carried the pieces

up in his stomach

to make sure

he didn't drop them.

Congratulations, mate.

You are a mother!

- Oh, no!

- It's all right.

The wee babe

is doing just fine.

Yes, but it's doing

just fine inside me!

This is not happening.

- Do something.

- Hands off, missy.

The fee.

The fee is going up.

You take it out of him,

and you put it back in her.

Whatever it takes.

Won't do it.

Won't? I want this thing

removed immediately.

It's not a thing!

Fine. I want this miracle

of life out of me!

All right.

At the end of

the first quadmester.

The baby's too small now.

Fragile.

First quadmester?

Give me a drink!

Hey, princess, the nar's

in your stomach? Drad.

- What does it feel like?

- You tell me.

Hey!

Weeber eggs? I hate them.

Well, apparently babies

love them.

Actually, Rygel, what does

it really feel like?

Like having a parasite,

a large parasite

that's growing!

Okay, what did we do

to piss off the locals?

- They're paranoid.

- No, wrong, not paranoid.

I've been talking to many

of them.

Stark our ambassador?

No wonder they're avoiding us.

What's their problem then?

- Fear. Abject fear.

- Of what?

Their fear extends to the point

of not talking about their fear.

Perfect. Let's not exacerbated

it by staying any longer.

D'Argo, beyond that concealment

canopy is Armageddon.

Do we really wanna

fly into that right now?

I'll ask 'em if we can stay.

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