- Roj Blake: We've been on the run for a long time, what have we achieved? Access to federation cyphers that have been regularly re-coded. A raid on Central, an empty pretence. Talk of Star One, talk of an alliance - talk, talk, talk! Until now.
- [Shivan holds Ven Glynd's case on his lap]
- Shivan: Protocol for your puppet, eh?
- Ven Glynd: Careful with that!
- Shivan: Your precious box of tricks.
- [Shivan opens case]
- Ven Glynd: Precious to us all.
- Shivan: But most of all, Glynd.
- [Shivan brandishes control box from the case]
- Shivan: With this.
- Ven Glynd: Leave that, Shivan!
- Shivan: For you alone, you're the real master.
- Ven Glynd: [Coldly:] Be careful.
- Shivan: L'éminence grise.
- [Shivan returns device to the case]
- Shivan: You imagine I haven't smelt you out?
- Ven Glynd: Sharp of you.
- [Shivan holds case to Ven Glynd. Ven Glynd attempts to take case from Shivan, but Shivan does not release it]
- Shivan: You think I am so damn enfeebled as to forget the rules of the game? Enthrone your puppet Blake to posture and proclaim whilst you enjoy the real fruits of power.
- [Ven Glynd yanks case free from Shivan]
- Ven Glynd: Governor Le Grand must be greeted.
- Shivan: You still need me, brother.
- Ven Glynd: Did I deny it - "brother"?
- Roj Blake: Got us back on course for Del Ten, have they?
- Vila Restal: That's right.
- [Vila moves to replace the tranquilizer pad on Blake's forehead]
- Roj Blake: Not just yet. You know what's happening, don't you?
- Vila Restal: Happening?
- Roj Blake: Avon and Cally.
- Vila Restal: What about them?
- Roj Blake: Paired up. Mutual affinities.
- Vila Restal: You mean - ?
- Roj Blake: Oh, it's been going on for some time now. I didn't realize it had gone as far as this.
- Vila Restal: As what?
- Roj Blake: Well, why do you think they're so keen to get us to Del Ten?
- Vila Restal: The beta particles.
- Roj Blake: Who said?
- Vila Restal: Well... *you* did!
- Roj Blake: No, *Avon* said. I didn't want to resist him, block him or it. Would arouse his suspicion. I needed time to form a counter plan.
- Vila Restal: What are you saying?
- Roj Blake: Our only hope is this asteroid. Correction, our nearest hope.
- Vila Restal: But you're suggesting...
- Roj Blake: Oh, betrayal, treachery, piracy, call it what you will: that is what Avon and Cally are up to.
- Vila Restal: And Jenna?
- Roj Blake: No, not Jenna. I think she was probably duped by the other two.
- Vila Restal: How?
- Roj Blake: Space fatigue, is that what they're saying?
- Vila Restal: Yeah.
- Roj Blake: Well, It's obvious, isn't it? They gave me some form of drug, and then put on a show for you and her.
- Vila Restal: [considering] Wow, Avon has been excluding me a bit lately.
- Roj Blake: It's nothing to what he'll do when they get to Del Ten.
- Vila Restal: What?
- Roj Blake: He *might* allow you to stay on afterwards. He'd be stupid to reduce his manpower more than absolutely necessary.
- Vila Restal: Well, what do we do?
- Roj Blake: The first thing to do is to resume course for that asteroid.
- Vila Restal: Right.
- Roj Blake: [indicating his restraints] One more thing, Vila.
- Vila Restal: Oh yes, sorry.
- [Vila releases Blake]
- Roj Blake: Thank you. Asteroid PK, One, One, Eight.
- Vila Restal: Right.
- Vila Restal: [Moves in front of Zen] Zen, abort course for Del Ten. Resume course for asteroid PK One One Eight. Confirm with arrival time.
- Zen: Arrival asteroid PK One One Eight at nineteen zero eight.
- Vila Restal: Just over half an hour.
- Vila Restal: [turns around] Blake?
- [Blake is gone]
- Vila Restal: Hey, where's Blake?
- Jenna Stannis: Why, what's wrong?
- Vila Restal: This course change, that's what. We're heading for some nowhere asteroid.
- Jenna Stannis: Del-10!
- Vila Restal: Not any more, Blake's just switched!
- Jenna Stannis: The power's changed...
- Cally: Meteorite storm.
- Kerr Avon: I'll go and check.
- [Blakes closes the door, locking Avon and the others in the suite]
- Kerr Avon: Blake.. Blake!
- Vila Restal: Blake, what are you up to?
- Kerr Avon: [over the intercom] Blake, Blake!
- Roj Blake: There's no other way Vila.
- Kerr Avon: Blake, open the door!
- Roj Blake: That's his plan, and he will stop at *nothing* to see it through.
- Kerr Avon: Blake, OPEN THE DOOR. Vila, stop him! BLAKE!
- [Regarding mined-out asteroid PK 118 on the screen]
- Kerr Avon: Predictably barren.
- Jenna Stannis: Wretched mining companies. No sense of aesthetics.
- Kerr Avon: What do you want them to do, landscape?
- Jenna Stannis: Well, they could make an effort.