The way Scorpius looked in his eyes was the most terrifying thing he ever saw.
"No, sir." the doctor nervously answered his question. "He cannot be transported. His body is too fragile at the moment."
"I do not care about his body." Scorpius said as he walked around the operating-table.
"I am only interested in his mind."

John Robert Crichton Jr. lay unconscious on the table.
He had been floating in outer space for at least 3 hours before he was rescued and captured by a Peacekeeper Marauder, who was still flying around the asteroid-field.
With an incredible loss of oxygen and his body frozen by the vacuum of space, he was transported to the planet of Yo'brakh, a Peacekeeper controlled planet, where he is now a prisoner of Scorpius, the man who has been hunting him down for the past year and a half to get the wormhole-knowledge that Crichton has locked away in his mind.

"He has fallen into a coma," the surgeon continued. "...and we don't know if he will ever get out of it."
Scorpius sighed as he opened the eyes of the unconscious Crichton.
Crichton didn't respond.
The only thing that convinced the doctors that he was alive, was his heart, which miraculously was still beating.
"Can he withstand mindprobing?" Scorpius asked.
His leather body-suit reflected the bright lights which emitted from the huge lamps above the operating-table.
"We have never seen his physiology before." The surgeon answered. "It is similar to a Sebacean's, but many things are different."
Scorpius did not sound satisfied.
"You did not answer my question." he said chilling. "Can he withstand mindprobing?"
The surgeon looked at his colleagues, but they didn't know it either.
"Honestly sir," the surgeon answered. "...we have no idea how his body would react."

"Luitenant Bracca." Scorpius suddenly said.
From the shadows a man suddenly appeared.
His eyes showed his loyalty to Scorpius.
"Yes, sir?" luitenant Bracca answered.
"Get the equipment from the Marauder." Scorpius said.
"Yes, sir."

Several star-systems away a damaged Leviathan followed her son, also a Leviathan, to a planet covered in ice.
"I have contacted the Diagnosian." Captain Bialar Crais told the crew of Moya.
"He has agreed to help Moya."
The crew of Moya just nodded silently at Crais.
Crais understood why.
"Thank you, Crais." Aeryn Sun finally replied.
Her voice was friendly, but shaky.
You could tell she was just recovering from a traumatic experience.
Crais nodded to Aeryn, and his face disappeared from the screen.
"Maybe the Diagnosian should take a look at you too." D'Argo said to Aeryn, but she refused any help.
"I'm fine, D'Argo. I'll recover."
She would never accept any help again, remembering what Zhaan had done to save her life.
She sacrificed herself.
"I don't need help." Aeryn said finally, and left Command.
She wanted to be alone.

Rygel, D'Argo and Chiana took a Transport Pod to the planet's surface.
As they soared through the freezing atmosphere, they were reminded of their loss, for which they did not have the time to mourn.
Zhaan was dead.
Crichton was dead.
Death and pain have been so common these last few days.
It felt so strange to feel peace again.
It wasn't the same without Zhaan and Crichton.
Without their friends.

But they had other matters on their minds.
Moya was burned, battered, blown up, and tired.
They all promised to help her get healed.
And now they were going to keep their promise.

But while they flew across the heavens, down to the planet, they did not notice the small alien craft flying beside them, landing just out of sight.
Neither D'Argo, Rygel or Chiana saw the wounded Scarran climb out of the craft: an escape-pod.