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: [presenting a data card
] Orac has just come up with the computation and attack strategy that he asked for. Olag Gan
: What attack strategy? Kerr Avon
: Exactly. Another of Blake's little schemes he hasn't thought fit to tell us about. You are not going to believe the target he has in mind.
[Avon tosses the card down
: [without picking it up
] The Federation Weapons Development Base? Kerr Avon
: That's right. Jenna Stannis
: [inspects the card
] He obviously thought fit to tell *someone* about it. Cally
: Well, not exactly. I suggested it to him. Jenna Stannis
: *You* suggested it to him. That's very keen of you. Vila Restal
: Why didn't you suggest it to us? Cally
: Because I knew how you'd react. Kerr Avon
: Auron may be different, Cally, but on Earth it is considered ill-mannered to kill your friends while committing suicide.
: [entering carrying Orac
] Here we are. He wasn't very happy at being interrupted. Roj Blake
: I'll apologize later. Orac, your information on the Weapons Development Base is unsatisfactory. Orac
: Define "unsatisfactory". Roj Blake
: I was about to. Your strategic computations start from the premise that the base is on maximum security alert. Orac
: Computer communications traffic indicates that it is. Jenna Stannis
: Not permanently? Orac
: It is not a practice drill. Cally
: So what is it? Orac
: Clearly, some occurrence which is a real or apparent threat. Jenna Stannis
: Thank you, Orac. I'm sure we'd have never worked that out for ourselves. Orac
: It is therefore the case that security in the immediate future will be sensitive and alert. Roj Blake
: A fact to be included in strategic computations. Moral: Kerr Avon
: Never argue with a computer. Roj Blake
: We're below horizon now. Olag Gan
: Then she's lost! Kerr Avon
: Only us. She got what she really wanted. Vila Restal
: I thought that *was* us. Roj Blake
: IMIPAK. And she beat us to that all right. She seemed to know every single move we were making. It's almost as if we were on strings and she was the puppeteer. Cally
: What is IMIPAK? Is there a defense against it? Zen
: Detectors report two Federation pursuit ships leaving stationary orbit on intercept course. Roj Blake
: Take us out of here, Jenna. Speed: standard by eight. I want a lot of space between us and that planet. Olag Gan
: [to Avon
] Is there a defense against IMIPAK? Kerr Avon
: Of course there is! It's called slavery!
: [draws on the main screen by remote
] Zen's best guess is that he's here. Offers? Olag Gan
: Let's go and get him. Kerr Avon
] Gung ho. Vila Restal
: *You* go and get him. We're already too close to the security zone for my taste. Roj Blake
: Jenna? Jenna Stannis
: If we know he's there, chances are Federation Security know it, too. Cally
: Zen may have been wrong. Kerr Avon
: In which case going there would be safe, but pointless. Vila Restal
: Now that I wouldn't object to. Jenna Stannis
: Be quiet, Vila. Vila Restal
: Why ask my opinion in the first place? Cally
: Actually, nobody did. Vila Restal
: [to Cally
] That's the last time I stand up for you.
: [about Vila
] He fears death? Vila
: I plan to live forever - or die trying.
: May you die alone, and silent!
[as Blake is trying to convince Cally he's not Federation, she hears a noise nearby and spins around with her gun leveled
[Vila emerges and comes down towards them, hands raised
: No need for belligerence, pretty lady. I'm harmless! Quick, isn't she? Cally
: Is he one of your crew? Blake
: One of them. Avon
: [out of sight
] And he's useless as he said.
[Avon appears from behind cover and walks towards the others
: I've had a gun on you the whole time. You were dead as soon as you broke cover. Vila
: "Harmless" was the word I used. Avon
: You couldn't even get that right.
[after Cally explains how the rest of the resistance on Saurian Major were killed
: You've been working alone ever since. Cally
: My work was in communications, but there will be companions for my death. I plan to raid the complex. To destroy until I am destroyed. Blake
: Well, our aim's the same, but I wasn't planning a suicide mission. Vila
: I should hope not!
: I meant what I said on Goth, Avon. We are not going to use Star One to rule the Federation, we are going to destroy it. Avon
: I never doubted that. I never doubted your fanaticism. As far as I am concerned you can destroy whatever you like. You can stir up a thousand revolutions, you can wade in blood up to your armpits. Oh, and you can lead the rabble to victory, whatever that might mean. Just so long as there is an end to it. When Star One is gone it is finished, Blake. And I want it finished. I want it over and done with. I want to be free. Cally
: But you are free now, Avon. Avon
: [glaring at Blake
] I want to be free of *him*. Blake
: I never realized. You really do hate me, don't you?
[the Liberator has entered orbit around Star One
: Maximum scan, Cally. Look for anything unusual or out of place, sudden temperature variation, anything. They're bound to have left some clue as to where they put that installation.
: A door would be nice if you could manage it. Cally
: [glaring at Blake
] I'll do my best. Blake
: Preferably one marked 'Entrance'. Cally
: [ignoring Blake
] Ready on the scan, Jenna.
: [packing up explosive charges
] I don't like explosives, very crude. Difficult to reason with a bomb. Cally
[Vila, startled by Cally's voice, almost drops the explosive
: [taking device from Vila
] They won't explode until they are primed. Vila
: And if it was faulty? Bit late to complain to the manufacturer!
[outside the entrance to the base
: One door. Cally
: As requested. Blake
: Well done, Cally. Avon
: It isn't marked 'Entrance'. Cally
: Nobody's perfect.
: My people have a saying, "A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken." Avon
: The life expectancy must be fairly short among your people.
: Remember that Avon and I will be staying. We will regard ourselves as hostages against Blake's return. Kerr Avon
: Well thank you Cally, what a clever idea. Cally
] Blake will return. Kerr Avon
: You can bet your life on it, in fact you've just bet both our lives on it.
: We must help these people.
[She and Avon hand their teleport bracelets to Blake
] Kerr Avon
: Must we? Personally, I don't care if their whole planet turns into a mushroom.
: I'm going down. Vila Restal
: You can't do that, Cally. Cally
: They are in trouble. Someone must go down! Olag Gan
: I'll go. Vila Restal
: Gan'll go! Olag Gan
: And Vila will go with me, won't you Vila? Vila Restal
: Will I? Olag Gan
: Well, it'd be stupid to go on my own. And you wouldn't want to send Cally in your place, would you? Vila Restal
: Probably not.
] Vila Restal
: What about you? Kerr Avon
: What about me? Vila Restal
: Why don't you go? Kerr Avon
: *You* are expendable. Vila Restal
: And you're not? Kerr Avon
: No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going. Olag Gan
: I'll get the guns.
[Orac is teaching Gan something when Cally enters
: How is the lesson? Gan
: Difficult. Cally
: Well, Orac isn't exactly the ideal teacher. Gan
: Well, I'm not exactly the ideal pupil. Orac
: That is because you are too easily distracted.
[the tired crew are watching the screen. Avon, bored, activates a tool for moment to break the silence, then gets up to leave.
] Vila Restal
: Have you thought of another plan? Kerr Avon
: Yes: I'm going to get some sleep. Vila Restal
: How can you sleep with all this happening? Kerr Avon
: With all what happening? Blake is sitting up in a tree; Travis is sitting up in another tree. Unless they're planning to throw nuts at one another, I don't see much of a fight developing before it gets light. Olag Gan
: You're never involved, are you Avon? You ever cared for anyone? Vila Restal
: Except yourself? Kerr Avon
: I have never understood why it should be necessary to become irrational in order to prove that you care, or, indeed, why it should be necessary to prove it... at all.
] Vila Restal
: Was that an insult or did I miss something? Cally
: You missed something.
: You're never involved, are you Avon? Have you ever cared for anyone? Vila
: ...Except yourself? Avon
: I have never understood why it should be necessary to become irrational in order to prove that you care. Or indeed why it should be necessary to prove it - *at all*.
: Was that an insult, or did I just miss something? Cally
: You missed something!
[first lines] [several minutes into the episode
] Kerr Avon
: Cally. Cally
: What is it? Kerr Avon
: Well, it looks like a door. And it's closed.
: Regret is a part of being alive. But keep it a small part. Cally
: As you do? Kerr Avon
[in the Teleport Bay, Dayna and Cally are playing an electronically enhanced board game
] Vila Restal
: That was it! Go on, you've got her! What are you waiting for? Dayna Mellanby
: Well, I'm not sure. It's risky. Vila Restal
: Make the move. You'll wipe her out. Dayna Mellanby
] Are you sure you can't read my mind, Cally? Cally
: Of course I can't. Even if I could, I wouldn't. That *would* be cheating. Vila Restal
: [ignoring or ignorant of the slight
] Go on, make the move. Take my word for it. Remember, I play this game right up to Galactic Master standards. Dayna Mellanby
: Well, all right, if you're sure. Vila Restal
: Just do it. Trust me.
[Dayna makes the move and presses a button, locking it in
] Vila Restal
: [to Cally
] Let's see you get out of *that*, then.
[Cally confidently makes her countermove. The center of the playfield lights up and it emits an airy noise. Dayna looks accusingly at a stunned Vila
: My game in nine thousand, seven hundred and twenty-one moves. Dayna Mellanby
] "Galactic Master". Thanks a lot. Vila Restal
: Wasn't my fault. Cally responded with the wrong move. If she'd made the right one, she'd have lost that game.
: [to Vila
] Aren't you supposed to be on watch? Vila Restal
: Avon's doing it. Del Tarrant
] Still? He's been on that flight deck more than thirty hours now. Vila Restal
: I offered. He said he was handling things and would I please leave. No, that's not true. He didn't say anything. He yelled. Told me to get out and stay out. Cally
: Same with me. Dayna Mellanby
: And me. Del Tarrant
: What the hell is he up to? Dayna Mellanby
: Well, why don't you ask him? Del Tarrant
: Why don't I do that?
[Tarrant leaves for the Bridge
: [calls after
] Rather you than me! Vila Restal
: [also calls after
] Watch yourself!
: [Exiting the bridge
] For once just try trusting me. Cally
: What is this priority of his? Kerr Avon
: Exactly. He's used a number of ploys to get his own way, but, "Just try trusting me"? That's weak even by his standards.
: [about Blake and Vila
] They're taking too long. Avon
: That's the trouble with heroics. They seldom run to schedule.
: Everyone who's been into deep space has had the Terran ague, or the three-day sweats as it's commonly known as. It's a sort of a mild infection, it slightly alters the body's nucleic structure, it seems to be a metabolic reaction to space travel. Well this new virus, Paratype 926, attacks those altered cells and acts as a catalyst, they burst and, well the effects are literally a series of explosions that race through the body's neural cell structure. The virus is easily cultured in human tissue or in nucleic acid solution. Now, here is the formula for the antiserum... Blake
: [On Liberator
] Dr. Bellfriar, are you saying that this virus is only effective against human beings who've been in deep space? Dr. Bellfriar
: Precisely. It fits your theory. But I don't think that the virus was designed to *destroy* man, merely to confine him to his own planet. Now here is the formula. Blake
: Go ahead. Dr. Bellfriar
: H-N, H-N-O... oh my God! Blake
: Dr. Bellfriar! Dr. Bellfriar! Dr. Bellfriar
: I've forgotten how to read.
[Dr. Bellfriar looks at his hands. They're covered in blisters. He groans and covers his face
: Transmission ends. Vila
: *Fosforon* ends. Cally
: It's no joke, Vila.
] Kerr Avon
: [to Dayna and Tarrant:
] Welcome to the Liberator. Vila Restal
: And you are, welcome to it. Cally
: Oh? Given the choice would you rather be a load of spare parts down there? Kerr Avon
: Or one spare part up here?
: [using communications
] Vila, this is Cally. Come in please. Vila! Vila Restal
: [V.O., dreamily
] What do you want, Cally? Cally
: I want you back here. Get ready to teleport. Vila Restal
: Wasting your time, Cally. I'm not wearing the bracelet. I'm not going to be snatched away in the middle of... in the middle of anything. Sightseeing. And you should see some of the sights I'm seeing. No. Perhaps you shouldn't. Cally
] Where is Orac? Vila Restal
: Promised not to tell. I never break a promise. Cally
: Oh yes, you do! Vila Restal
: Almost never. Orac's all right. He can't run away. Cally
: Oh, you fool, Vila! Vila Restal
: Stop worrying, Cally. I'll be back soon. Tell you what, I'll bring you back a present. What would you like, Cally? Name it and it's yours. Cally
: A necklace, Vila, made from your teeth!
: Did she really think you were a god? Kerr Avon
: For a while. Roj Blake
: How did it feel? Kerr Avon
: Don't you know? Roj Blake
: Yes... I don't like the responsibility either.
: No one is to attempt to repair any equipment 'til the computers are back under our control. Jenna Stannis
: What is it, Blake? What's going on? Roj Blake
: Well, the computers seem to be making decisions for themselves. They're resisting all interference. Jenna Stannis
: But that's not possible. Roj Blake
: [Motions to Avon
] Avon. Avon
: It is if you think of the ship as a living entity with massive networks of electronics acting as a nervous system. Jenna Stannis
: All linked into a central computer. Roj Blake
: The brain. Avon
: Carry the analogy a stage further: when a living creature is hurt - a cut or a wound - antibodies gather around the injury to repair it and to fight infection. Vila
: You mean the computers are treating us like *germs*! Avon
: [Smiles briefly at Blake:
] Crude, but accurate. Cally
: But antibodies kill infection. Why are we still alive? Roj Blake
: We're not sure. There are dozens of ways the ship could destroy us: cut off the air supply, drop the temperature so we freeze to death - Vila
: Stop putting ideas into its head! Roj Blake
: [to Avon:
] Actually, one touch of that cable would have done it. No, I don't think it wants to kill us. Avon
: Well, not yet, anyway. It's saving us for something. Vila
: Tell us about the Thaarn, Cally. Cally
: It's the oldest story in the Book of Auron. Vila Restal
: Well, let's hear it. I like a good story, meself. Cally
: The story goes back to the mists of time, to the Dawn of the Gods. There were seven gods who discovered the planet Auron, and on it left the first man and woman. A million years went by. The gods returned. They were no older even though a million years had past. Kerr Avon
: Not impossible, if they had a spaceship capable of traveling at near the speed of light. Cally
: I did say it was just a legend. The gods returned and were pleased with what they saw, and they bestowed on the people of Auron great gifts: new types of crops, which ended hunger, constant peace ... Del Tarrant
: And telepathy? Cally
: - and telepathy was promised. But one of the gods was very jealous. He didn't believe that the people of Auron deserved all this. He was frightened they would one day become so powerful they would challenge the supremacy of the gods themselves. And in his rage, he killed another god. The five remaining gods were so angry, they built a chariot for him and sent him beyond the threshold of space and time. The mad god swore a terrible vengeance. He said that he would return again. He said that he alone would discover the eternal secrets and become the one great master of the universe.
: Avon, when are you going to repair that detector shield? Avon
: Whenever we stumble across the parts I need. Cally
: Maybe we should give priority to getting them. Vila
: Yes, maybe we should. Blake
: Looks as though the Federation have developed a shield themselves. Cally
: Yes, well they got very, very close before we saw them. Avon
: And that is the most depressing aspect of the whole affair. I was rather hoping to sell them the idea.
: Information. The present course has no material end. Suggest transfer from linear progression to modular time shift. Del Tarrant
: Suggestion rejected, Zen. Cally
: Just a moment. How long would it take for us to get somewhere using maximum time shift? Zen
: One hundred and fifty-nine Earth years. Vila
: That's all I need. Dayna
: And where will that bring us? Zen
: Repeat: there is no material destination on present course. After one hundred and fifty-nine Earth years, time shift mechanism will cease to function.