Chapter Two

          "You are dead," Crais simply snarled.  He threw his arms up, breaking free of his brother's grasp, slowly walking around Tauvo, looking at him, his breath laboring as he tried to catch it.

          Tauvo smiled sadly, shaking his head.  "Fortunately I am very much alive."  He looked at Crais as he stopped in front of him.  "Bialar…" He opened his hands beseechingly.

          Crais stared at Tauvo, his chin lifting, eyes narrowing as he turned his head slightly, studying the man in front of him.  He could easily be a fraud, sent by the Peacekeepers to lure him into a deadly trap.  But that didn't explain Shantar's presence.  "You…are an imposter."

          Tauvo shook his head, folding his arms.  "Tell me, then, brother, how I would know the last thing you said to me that day was to make sure Officer Sun returned to the carrier.  Or the fact that I know you disobeyed the Council's directives on more than one occasion in pursuit of the many traitors you brought in?"  Tauvo took a step towards him, lowering his voice.  "Or that father made you swear to protect me?"

          Crais laughed, moving away from Tauvo.  He glanced at Morgan, who was leaning against the desk, simply watching.  He returned his gaze to Tauvo.  "Those memories could have easily been programmed into your mind by Scorpius, since he ripped them from mine!" Crais yelled, pointing to his head.  He lashed out at Tauvo, taking him across the chin with his right fist, sending him flying across the room.

          Morgan began to stand, but was staid by Shantar's hand.  "Let it go.  Tauvo knew this would be difficult for Bialar."

          Crais slammed his brother against the wall, holding him there, panting in fury.  "I saw your Prowler destroyed!  I SAW IT CLIP CRICHTON'S SHIP AND SLAM INTO THE ASTEROID, DISINTEGRATING!"

          Tauvo looked at Crais.  "It was my Prowler.  But I wasn't in it."  He grabbed a hold of Crais' left wrist, pinching it just under the fleshy part of his palm near the thumb.  The Captain's hand immediately went numb and he released Tauvo, rubbing his hand as he stared wide-eyed at him, backing away.  "Only your own brother would know about that," Tauvo commented, pointing towards Crais' hand.  "You hurt your hand when you fell from the barn loft.  You discovered how numb it went when we were wrestling one afternoon and I squeezed your hand."  His eyes pleaded.  "You swore me to secrecy."

          Crais turned his head momentarily, then looked back at him.  "Why?  Was our life so bad?"  He pointed at Tauvo.  "Was I that bad at commanding that you couldn't bear serving under me?  Were you jealous because I rose higher in the ranks than you?  What?  What was it?"

          Tauvo stepped towards Crais, reaching out, only to have his hand slapped away.  "Bialar, you have always sold yourself short.  If you would calm down for a few microts and let me explain, it will make sense."

          Crais laughed at Tauvo, shaking his head.  "You want me to calm down.  I have been on the run for four cycles, Tauvo, because of you!  And now I find out it was all for nothing?"

          Morgan stepped up to Crais, laying a hand on his shoulder.  "Crais, maybe we better just leave," she said softly.  "We can come back…when you've settled down."

          Crais shook his head.  "No.  I want an explanation and I want it now!" he screamed.  He was shaking with outrage, his mind racing over the events as he stared at Tauvo.  He knew it was no imposter standing before him, knew that it was truly his own flesh and blood a few feet away, staring at him with the same dark eyes as his own.  Crais was torn between beating him to a bloody pulp and breaking down in tears.  He let his training take over, forcing himself to calm down.  There was too much at stake not to listen.

          Tauvo moved around the console, sitting down patiently in the chair.  He looked up at Shantar.  "Maybe you and Morgan should leave."

          Crais whirled on him, slamming his hands on the desk and leaning forward.  "Morgan stays.  She is as much a part of this now than you will ever know," he growled.

          Tauvo nodded in acquiescence.  "If that is your wish, brother."  He looked up at Shantar.  "Maybe you should get the others.  I'm sure their reaction to this confrontation will be interesting."

          "What others?" Morgan asked, laying a hand on Crais' back.

          Tauvo studied them, taking in his brother's wife.  She was nothing at all what he expected; yet he could see that she made a good match for Bialar.  The door opened and he folded his hands across his stomach as he leaned back in the chair, watching, waiting.

          Crais looked towards the door and stood up straight as his eyes and Crichton's locked.  "Crichton."

          "Hey Crais," Crichton replied, his face serious as he walked into the room, Aeryn behind him.  He walked over to Morgan, hugging her.  "I'm glad to see you're alright."

          Morgan nodded as Aeryn walked over to her.  "Yeah, I'm fine."  The two women stepped back as Crichton approached Crais.

          "You had no idea, did you?" Crichton said softly, tilting his head as he looked at Crais.

          Crais glared at the human.  "More Peacekeeper lies," he answered.  "Where is Talyn?"

          Tauvo leaned forward.  "Your ship is safe.  His signal to the transponders is being blocked for obvious reasons."  He waited until Crichton moved back towards Aeryn, Morgan gravitating towards her husband.  His eyes locked with Crais'.  "Yes, you saw my Prowler destroyed.  But, as I said before, I was not in it."  He stood up, toggling a switch on the desk, bringing up a video feed of the incident.  "I never left the carrier until you found Commander Crichton and Officer Sun a few days later planet side."

          "Who was flying the Prowler?" Morgan asked, watching the video feed.  She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, watching as Crais paced, hands behind his back, listening, absorbing the information.

          "One of the escaped prisoners."

          Tauvo's comment caused Crais to look up.  "What do you mean?"

          "Let me explain this from the beginning."  He held up his hand to silence his older sibling, shaking his head.  "One of the technicians on board the carrier, Gilina, discovered a discrepancy in one of the prisoners records."  He looked down at the information on his desk, not noticing the look that passed between Crichton and Crais.  "The Luxan, Ka D'Argo, was accused of murdering his wife.  Gilina found information buried in the record that cleared him of the charges, and yet, he was still imprisoned."  He looked up.  "She mentioned it to Lt. Teeg, who inspected the record."

          "Without my authorization," Crais added.

          Tauvo stared at him.  "Of course."  He took a breath and continued.  "They researched the other records, finding the same thing in all of them, with one exception, the Hynerian."

          "Rygel," the others said simultaneously.

          Tauvo nodded as he took his seat.  "When they dug even further, they found evidence of a conspiracy growing among the Peacekeepers.  A conspiracy that would've forced every Peacekeeper controlled world and protected territory to completely devote their population of five cycles and younger to the ranks, thereby assuring the growth of the Peacekeepers as a whole."

          Crais stopped pacing and looked at him.  "This is not uncommon, Tauvo."

          "No, but what else they found is."  He stood up again, walking around his desk to lean on it.  "Teeg discovered records that had supposedly been destroyed, files that outlined the original Peacekeeper mandates and charters that had never been enforced.  The current ruling Council his been in power for far longer than any of us have been alive and they were the ones who tried to make sure these records were never found."  He crossed his arms.  "The Peacekeepers now are nothing more than a bunch of militaristic bullies, but the Peacekeepers going back before our grandfathers time were different.  They were the guardians of the colonized worlds, used only in time of need."

          Crichton looked up at Tauvo.  "I'm a little confused here.  How do you know these mandates weren't forged?"

          Tauvo gazed at the human.  "The signatures on the mandates were validated.  They were signed into action by the great-grandfather of the now current head of the Council when he first assumed the position.  The position is passed down from generation to generation.  It is the only part of the Peacekeeper's that shows any form of favoritism."

          "Borin Tadace is currently the council head," Aeryn remarked. 

          "Yes."  He turned and picked up a data chip, handing it to Crais.  "The mandates are on there.  Read them.  You'll understand."  Crais looked at the chip, pocketing it in his jacket.

          Morgan pondered the scenario, knowing that Sebaceans had longer life spans than humans.  "So then what does this have to do with you faking your own death?" she asked, scratching the back of her neck.  Her sleeve slipped down her arm and she didn't see the look on Aeryn's face when the woman noticed the bonding tattoo.

          "Teeg knew I was restless, as you did," Tauvo continued, nodding towards Crais.  "She had learned of a faction of Peacekeepers led by Tadace who were wanting to break away and return to the old ways, which would've allowed for families and other liberties we were not entitled to.  We developed a plan to get me off the carrier so that I could join them."  He looked at his brother.  "The prisoner offered to fly in my place.  He was about to be terminated anyway.  Crichton's untimely arrival made my death that much more convincing."  Tauvo looked at the human.  "Although, I do apologize for the hezmona my brother put you through."  He smiled at Morgan as he went on.  "I met up with Tadace's faction and we have been working to slowly to eradicate those that oppose the reinstatement of the correct Peacekeeper mandates, slowly taking out the staunchest opponents.  Most of our group is made up of people like Shantar and myself, some of them wanting no more than to settle down and leave the military."

          Crais rubbed the bridge of his nose.  "Why did you not tell me?" he asked, motioning with his hand.

          "What would you have done?"  He laid his hand on his brother's shoulder.  "Brother, you were climbing the ranks of command.  I wanted to tell you, but you would've been forced to do your duty, which you always did, with unerring skill and tenacity.  You would have killed me as a traitor, the only grace being that I would have at least died at your hand."  His eyes met Crais'.  "Believe me, it was better this way."

          Crais' eyes grew hard and cold.  "Was it?"  He turned on one heel and marched out of the room, the door slamming behind him.

          Morgan walked through the house looking for Crais.  She had felt him get out of bed, assuming he was going to relieve himself.  When he didn't return after ten minutes, she knew something was wrong.  She heard the distinct tap-tap of a keyboard coming from Father's study and she slowly opened the door.  Crichton and Aeryn had stayed at the complex with Tauvo and Shantar and Morgan agreed to meet them there the next day, following Crais from the room shortly after he stormed out. She watched him now, sitting at the console, his face washed in the pale monitor lights as he read the files contained on the chip.

          Crais knew Morgan was there, but he ignored her, his mind piecing together things that had happened throughout his career as a Peacekeeper.  It was no wonder Teeg had been so loyal to him.  He assumed she had been planning on telling him.  Crais rubbed his eyes in resignation.  The last four cycles had been nothing but another lie.  And everything he had put Crichton through…Crais stopped the thought before it could take hold.  He switched the monitor off, leaning back in the chair, gazing in the dark.  "I had no right to blame Tauvo," he commented softly.  "It was my own ruthless need for revenge that did this."

          "Did what?"  Morgan walked into the room, closing the door behind her.  "Bialar, you had no idea Tauvo was still alive.  You couldn't have.  And you can't honestly tell me that you still wouldn't have chased my cousin across the Uncharted Territories if you had known."  She moved towards him, using the desk as a guide.  "And, more than likely, Scorpius would've still deemed you irreversibly contaminated for it," she added softly.

          Crais turned towards her voice, thankful for the dark.  He clenched tightly to the arms of the chair, his knuckles white.   "I have gone over every possible option I could've taken, Morgan.  And now…" he shook his head.  "With the files on this chip, I am beginning to understand why some things did not seem…right, even though I could not verbally question them."

          Morgan reached out, finding one of his hands in the dark.  "What do think Tauvo wants?"

          Crais pulled her into his arms, laying his head on her chest, trying to let the anger over his brother's deception dissipate as he held her.  "I do not know.  And I am deeply concerned over the fact that he convinced Crichton and Aeryn to trust him."

          Morgan stroked his hair, leaning her cheek on his head.  "He must have had something they wanted bad enough to take the chance."  She leaned down and looked at him.  "Shantar's been following us, so maybe that's what Tauvo used as leverage."

          Crais gazed up at her, her face a pale shadow in the dim light that filtered under the door into the room.  "Still, I would not easily trust the brother of a man who had vowed to kill me," he remarked, a trace of lightness in his voice.  He snaked one hand from around her waist up her back, laying it just above the transponder and pulling her head towards him.  "No matter…what he may have…to offer," he added, kissing Morgan gently. 

She responded willingly to his kiss, wanting nothing more than to drag him back up to bed.  But there was too much on both of their minds.  The kiss was cut short when then monitor flicked back to life.  "What's going on?"

Crais wrapped his arm around her waist as he leaned forward, holding her against him.  "A little research.  I used an old pass code to access the Peacekeeper records and sent an encrypted message to Borin Tadace.  Tauvo and I trained under him and he became a trusted ally."

Morgan stared at the screen.  Her neural link had given her the advantage of being able to read the Sebacean language.  "You're checking out Tauvo's story."

Crais nodded, eyes narrowing slightly as he read the reply.  "It seems my brother was not lying after all."  He looked up at Morgan.  "Tadace wants our help as well, if we are willing."

Morgan shook her head.  "With what?  He doesn't exactly spell it out here."

"No."  Crais deleted the message, making sure there was no trace of it anywhere on the system.  "We will have to find out from Tauvo."

Morgan stifled a yawn.  "We are supposed to meet with him in the morning," she said.

Crais turned the monitor off.  "Good.  I do not want to remain here any longer than necessary.  Scorpius will be picking up our trail again before long and I do not wish to put my parents in any more danger than necessary."  He set her on her feet, taking her hand and leading her from the study.  "In the meantime, there is no reason why I can not take my lovely wife back up to bed," he growled softly, pulling her against him.

"You like the sound of that, don't you," Morgan replied as Crais kissed her neck.

"Yes.  It is not something I ever thought I would be allowed to experience."  He led Morgan back up the stairs to their bedroom, closing the door and stifling Morgan's giggle with a kiss.

Father opened the door to his bedroom as soon as he was sure they were occupied and made his way down to the study.  He turned on the monitor, retrieving the deleted message from a secret file and sighed.  Father wondered how long it would take his eldest son to figure out that he knew Tauvo was still alive.

Aeryn lay next to Crichton, staring at the ceiling.  The hidden complex was quiet, the rooms Tauvo assigned them spacious, yet filled with only the needed necessities.  She listened to his breathing, regular and even in sleep.  Aeryn shifted in the bed, crooking her arm beneath her head and the pillow.  She still could not believe Tauvo was alive, and, after watching the confrontation between her former superior and his brother on the monitor in the room behind Tauvo's office, Aeryn knew that Crais had been as shocked as she.  She could not imagine what the Captain was going through.

Crichton watched her through half-shut eyes, curious what she thinking about.  He noticed the furrow that appeared between her eyebrows and rolled towards her, lying on his side as he propped his head on his hand.  He laid his other hand on her stomach, her skin warm beneath his palm.  "Whatcha thinking about, babe?" he questioned softly.

Aeryn turned her heads towards him, gazing at him in the faint light.  She rolled, matching his position, their eyes locking.  "Did you notice anything unusual about Crais and Morgan?"

Crichton shrugged.  "No, other than they both looked exhausted."  He paused a moment.  "That and Morgan got a new tattoo."  He smiled in remembrance.  "I'll never forget how jacked Uncle Allan was when he saw the dragon on her back for the first time.  He hit the roof, Dad trying to…"

"It's a bonding tattoo, John," Aeryn interrupted, her face serious.

Crichton stared at her with a confused look.  "A bonding tattoo?  What…Scorpius sell them into slavery or something?"  He sat up, his mind running through situations they may have been involved in over the last four months.  "You know, that could explain how Tauvo found them," he remarked, tilting his head.

Aeryn ran her nails down his freckled back.  "Not that kind of bonding, John."  Crichton looked at her.  "I suspect that if you were to look at Crais' wrist, you'd find a matching one."  Her eyes sparkled.

Crichton turned away abruptly.  "You mean their…no," he squeaked, dismissing the possibility.  He turned back to Aeryn.  "You mean Crais and Morgan are married?"  His voice rose an octave on the word 'married'.  He stood up and began to pace.

Aeryn watched him, a smile playing at her lips.  "Marriage among Sebaceans is an extremely serious thing, John."

"Uh, it's pretty serious on Earth too, Aeryn," he interjected, stopping his pacing to plop belly first on the bed.

She shook her head, canting it to peer at him.  "Do humans only take one mate in their entire lifetime?"

Crichton looked up at her.  "Well, no, not necessarily."

She let the soft smile appear on her lips.  "Sebaceans do.  That's one reason why Peacekeepers are forbidden to marry."  Aeryn leaned over and kissed the top of his head.

"It was probably Morgan's idea," he accused.  "She probably forced him into it."

Aeryn laughed as Crichton rolled over and she quickly straddled him, her body shaking with mirth at the crestfallen look on his face.  She tossed her hair over her shoulder.  "You know as well as I do that Crais cannot be forced into anything."  She ran her hands down his chest.  Her eyes met his.  "If I am right, then Crais truly loves your cousin."

Crichton pulled his pillow over his head.  "Just frelling wonderful," he grumbled.  "I can't kill him now."

Aeryn lifted the pillow, peeking underneath it.  "Why?" she asked curiously.

Crichton gazed at her.  "He's family.  I have strict rules about killing members of my family."

Crais walked through the dark refreshment house, looking behind him to make sure he had not been followed.  He had left Morgan asleep, her face peaceful for the first time since before they had left Earth.  He had convinced himself that he had to do this alone.  He wanted nothing more than to bring the human woman who had changed his life with him, but Crais wanted to speak with Tauvo in private.

He walked quietly down the hidden passage, the door to his brother's office open at the far end.  As he drew near, he noticed Tauvo's dark head bent over something on the desk and Crais stopped, studying his younger brother as he stood in the doorway.  "We were never truly part of them, were we, brother?" he softly commented.

Tauvo looked up in surprise.  "I didn't expect to see you for a few more arns," he replied.  He tilted his head to look behind Crais.  "Where's Morgan?  You still have not formerly introduced me to my new sister."

Crais smiled.  "She is still asleep."  He moved into the room, sitting down in a chair across from Tauvo, pulling up one ankle to rest on his knee.  "I wanted to speak with you alone."

The younger sibling stood up, moving to a side console and pouring out two mugs of ramake, a hot drink native to their home planet.  He handed one to Crais.  "And you are right, Bialar.  We never were truly part of the Peacekeepers.  I more so than you."  He took the chair next to Crais, turning in it to face him.  "I apologize for the deception.  I had never expected that your reaction would be such that it was."

Crais sipped at the drink, lowering the mug, staring at the red liquid inside.  He waved on hand as he looked up.  "It is a moot point, Tauvo.  My experience with Crichton has made me realize that there is more to our existence than seeking revenge."

Tauvo stared at him silently, a flicker of hope sparking in his body.  "Four cycles ago those words would have never passed your lips."

Crais' expression hardened and he set the mug aside.  He leaned towards his brother.  "Four cycles ago I would have killed you for what you had done."  He stood and began pacing, hands clasped behind his back.  Tauvo watched him, waiting.  "Just because I am no longer a Peacekeeper does not mean that I have totally abandoned all of my training."  He turned on the ball of one foot, contemplating Tauvo.  "I can still be ruthless in my pursuits when the need arises."

Tauvo nodded.  "Good.  That is exactly why Tadace and I both agree that you are the perfect candidate to lead a very important and dangerous mission."

Crais' eyebrows rose.  "And what is that mission?"

The comm on the desk chirped, Tauvo leaning forward to see what the problem was.  He stood up.  "I am needed elsewhere, Bialar."  He started towards the door, stopping before disappearing through it.  "Come back with Morgan in a few arns.  She is essential to this as well."  Tauvo stepped through, the door sealing behind him, leaving Crais staring at it in curiosity and concern.

Morgan stood in the barn loft gazing out over Father's lands.  She had barely seen the big man, wondering if he was avoiding her and Crais.  Mother was amiable enough, and she enjoyed the stories Morgan told her about the adventures she had experienced with her oldest son.  But now, the melancholy was beginning to set in.  She was getting restless.  Morgan watched the strange foliage sway in the breeze as it rustled her hair and the loose blouse she wore tucked into her pants.  She had donned the Sebacean clothing, thankful to be out of the Peacekeeper uniform.  She leaned her hand on the window opening, her eyes locking on the tattoo.  Morgan slowly ran her finger around her wrist, her mind wandering back……

"I need to ask you something," Crais started without preamble as he walked into the room.  They were laid over on a busy commerce planet, preparing to leave before Scorpius' retrieval squad could catch up with them.

Morgan looked up at him as she shrugged her jacket on.  "Fire away," she said, pulling her hair back.  She gazed at him curiously, wondering what was making her usually stoic lover so edgy.  "Bialar, what's the matter?"

Crais stepped up to her, reaching out to adjust the uniform jacket across her shoulders.  They had been on the run for three monens, spending more time in the Prowlers than anywhere else.  "I have not come to this…decision lightly."  His dark eyes locked with hers.

Morgan felt her stomach drop.  She wondered where this was going.  "What decision?" she whispered hesitantly.

Crais laid his hands gently on Morgan's shoulders.  "Morgan, I want you to …go through the Sebacean bonding ceremony with me," he answered, his voice soft and husky as he smiled at her.

She stared at him, her heart racing in her chest.  "Are you…are you asking me what I think you are?"

Crais raised an eyebrow.  "I am asking you to become my wife."

Morgan bit her lower lip.  "You want me to marry you."

"Yes," he answered, tilting his head towards her in slight annoyance.

Morgan stepped away from him, walking over to the huge panoramic window that looked over the city.  "Crais, there is something you should know."  She turned and looked at him.  He stood there waiting, hands behind his back, his face calm.  "Bialar, I can't have children," she blurted out, sighing.  She had been keeping that little secret ever since she had arrived in the Uncharted Territories.

Crais stepped towards her, not knowing what to say.  He would've eventually enjoyed having offspring, but it was not his main concern.  "That does not change how I feel about you Morgan."  He wrinkled his forehead in thought.  "And our lifestyle is not very conducive to children."

She looked up at him in surprise.  "It doesn't bother you?"

He reached out and stroked her cheek.  "No."

Morgan relaxed, letting out a breath.  "Then yes, I'll marry you."

A sound behind her made her turn and she started towards the ladder.

"Morgan?" Crais called.  He peered in the darkness, looking for her.

"I'm coming!" She slid down the ladder, turning and stopping at the sight of Crais.  He had shucked his own uniform, opting to dress in the civilian clothing of his home planet, the greens and gold of his tunic just adding to his dark mystique.  "Check you out," she said softly, one hand on her hip.

Crais rewarded her with a smile.  "I thought it would be wise to be less conspicuous while we are here.  I see you concur with me."

She slipped into his arms, laying her head on his chest.  "You'll have to bring this with you when we leave," she remarked, tracing the weave of the fabric with her finger.

He nodded, kissing the top of her head.  "Come.  Tauvo has a mission he would like us to consider."

"The one Tadace talked about in his message?"  He nodded.  Morgan released Crais and fell into step with him as they made their way across the yard.  "Dangerous I suppose."

"Oh…most assuredly," he answered grimly.

Tauvo and Shantar walked into the conference room, gazing over the three occupants already seated around the table.  He noticed his brother standing at the huge monitor that was displaying the image of an impressive Gammack base.  The look on Morgan's face was stormy and Crichton's red.  The Commander raised an eyebrow in consideration, suspecting the two humans had been arguing.  Aeryn had her head propped on her arms.  Tauvo laid a handful of data chips on the table before them.

Crais turned to his brother.  "This base obviously has a significance," he calmly remarked.  He knew exactly where the base was located and the dangers that surrounded it.

Tauvo nodded.  "It is part of the mission we discussed earlier."  He looked at the others.  "A militant faction is currently heading the Peacekeepers, that much we know.  What most do not know is that anyone found resisting them or engaging in unsanctioned activities is either killed or imprisoned."

Aeryn's head came up.  "After being deemed irreversibly contaminated?" she simply asked, her eyes meeting Crais'

"Among other things," Shantar answered.

"Key members of the resistance have been imprisoned on this base, just outside Peacekeeper territory."  He slipped a data chip into the slot on the table, lowering the lights with a wave of his hand as a three dimensional image of two men and one woman sprang to life.  "The woman is Tara Korin, a high-ranking member of the Council and Tadace's right hand.  At least she was until she was caught manipulating files.  The two men, Jorin Tadace, Borin's nephew, and Lorac Mane, a Lieutenant, were caught smuggling arms to the resistance."  He pulled the data chip, the lights instantly coming up.

"Your assignment, Mr. Phelps, if you choose to accept it," Crichton mumbled.  Morgan looked at her cousin, chuckling.

Tauvo turned to his brother for explanation.  Crais simply shook his head.  "What are you proposing?"

Shantar sat down.  "We need a small team to infiltrate the base and break them out."

"This is where you come in," Tauvo continued, looking at Crais.  "All of you, with the exception of Morgan, have been to a Gammack base.  You have a unique knowledge of the layout. And you, brother, have the highest rank of anyone outside of the Peacekeepers that can get in and out of there.  These three people have important information about the resistance that cannot get into the wrong hands."

Morgan leaned back in the chair.  "In other words, you want us to join the movement and be the team."

"Precisely."  Tauvo sat down.  "The planet of Zorosa 3 is our main base of operations."

Crais stroked his goatee.  It would be dangerous, sneaking onto a Gammack base and back off without High Command realizing who they were or what was going on.  He also had to consider the wormhole formula that was still floating around in both his and Morgan's head, let alone in Crichton's.  "We would be bringing the prisoners to Zorosa 3?"

Tauvo nodded.  "Talyn is considerably faster than any of my ships."  He looked at Crichton and Aeryn.  "Officer Sun and Commander Crichton have already agreed to help."  Crichton smiled that infuriating smile of his. 

She turned to Tauvo.  "Count me in."

Crais and Tauvo squared off.  "It's your call, brother," Tauvo whispered.  "Your chance to lead again and right the wrong that has been done to you."

Crais looked at the others, people he had come to care about.  They all stared back at him, waiting.  "When do we leave?" he simply asked, looking his brother straight in the eye with an almost eager gleam.

Tauvo took his brother's hand, clasping his arm.  "In the morning."