"I remember you..." Aeryn said as she slowly walked towards the man. "You are Crichton's father...!"
"I am not his father." Jack spoke quickly, correcting her observation. "I only use his form and image to present myself in this realm."
"How did you enter this vessel undetected?" Crais asked him. "Tell me now!"
Crais believed Jack to be a spy at first, which would explain the fact that he infiltrated Talyn without being noticed by his sensors, but Jack soon corrected Crais also.
"I am not a spy." Jack said. "And to answer your question..."
Jack pointed towards the window of Talyn, which looked out to space.
As Crais turned around, he could not believe his eyes.

A giant, blue, shining wormhole blinded him as he looked out of the window.

"You came from the wormhole?" Crais asked.
Jack did not answer him. He just nodded.

As Aeryn saw the wormhole stretch before her eyes, she knew that the she had seen it before.
She recognised the planet that was visible on the other side of the wormhole...
Earth.
Crichton's homeplanet...

"Is it true?" Aeryn asked softly. Hopefully.
"Is Crichton still alive?"
Jack looked her in the eyes, but Aeryn got the feeling that those weren't his real eyes.
"He is alive." he answered. "Barely."
"Where is he?" Aeryn asked.
As she stepped forward, she hurt her leg as she tripped and almost fell.
Crais grabbed her, before Aeryn reached the floor.
After all those hours after her near-death-experience, she was still feeling weak.
Her empty, hollow eyes revealed her true emotions and inner pain.
Hearing about Crichton's survival made her eyes glow again.

"Where is he?" Aeryn asked him again.
"That's what I'd like to find out." Jack answered, as he looked upon her with his frozen eyes.

"…bloody little slug…" Grunchlik muttered as he opened the door to the communicator.
He intended on contacting Scorpius, telling him about the whereabouts of Moya's crew, and possibly Crichton.
He didn't expect the Scarran who suddenly stood in front of him, slamming him against the walls and heating his brain.
"Who are you?" Artokh asked the frightened Grunchlik, who lied begging on the floor in front of him.
"My name is Grunchlik, sir." he said. "I am but a meaningless slug. My services are at your disposal."
"How can you be of use to me? Tell me, or die!"
Grunchlik tried desperate to think of how he can help the Scarran or be of assistance.
"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you! Please don't kill me!"
At first Artokh wanted to kill this unholy, pathetic creature, but then decided otherwise.
"Perhaps you may be of some use to me..."
Artokh grabbed Grunchlik by his neck and dragged him away.
The doors of ice closed as they left the chamber.

"State your designation." Scorpius said.
"Aenos Farren. Peacekeeper Commando. Deadolian Company. Ishtar Regiment."
Scorpius walked round him as the Sebacean stood at attention in the middle of the room.
"He is the one who found Crichton." Bracca said. "Sir..."
"How interesting..."Scorpius said amusing. "Such an act of bravery must be rewarded."
Aenos was briefly tempted to look Scorpius straight in the eyes, but he didn't, because that would be inappropriate before a commanding officer.
"Luitenant Bracca." Scorpius said. "Give this man twice the amount of money that he would normally receive. A man like you deserves such a reward."
"But what about my team, sir?" Aenos asked. "How will they be rewarded?"
"Your team will get a honourable funeral. Their names will be enlisted on the Wall of Fallen Heroes."
"Thank you, sir." Aenos said. "I am sure that they would have been honoured to have see their names on the Wall."
"Now, officer Farren." Scorpius said. "I want you to return to the Command Carrier. There you will resume your present post, until called for, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Aenos said.
"Good." Scorpius said. "You may leave."

Aenos did as Scorpius requested of him, and returned to the Command Carrier.
He was accompanied in the Marauder by several soldiers , but he did not know any one of them.
All new faces. Tired faces.
He thought of his friends. His dead friends. His team.
All their names will be engraved into the 'Wall of Fallen Heroes' on the Sebacean capital.
But his will not be engraved, because he is not dead.
Why?
Because one Luxan decided otherwise. He spared his life.
And in doing so, he condemned it.

"Give them everything they want." Artokh said.
Grunchlik swallowed and nodded to the Scarran who was twice his own height.
His rumbling voice echoed through his ears, and the Scarran's claws burned into Grunchlik's skin.
"When they return to their Transport Pod, I will be awaiting them..."
"Obviously." Grunchlik said. "A very cunning plan, If I might add."
At first he only wanted to steal from Moya's crew, but now he had to sacrifice their lives in order to save his own.
He knew he was a frelling coward, but he didn't want to die.
But he knew that a Scarran's word could not be trusted.
Nor anyone who threatened to kill him.
He needed to be of some extra value to him. Show him that he doesn't need to kill him.
That way he could live...
"Perhaps I can make a suggestion..."
Artokh growled, and Grunchlik smiled nervously as he got closer to the Scarran.
"It might be easier with a little help..."
"Help?" Artokh grumbled, reaching for his throat again with his burning claws.
"From another Scarran I mean!" Grunchlik groaned.
Artokh did not what he was talking about.
And he did not have the time to listen.
Who knows when that dreadful War Minister arrives?
And when she does, she would expect some results.
"There is... another Scarran... in this facility..." Grunchlik said clearly, whilst his neck was being burned and crunched at the same time.
He nervously watched as Artokh let him go.
Smoke came out of his mouth and nostrils.
"I'll show you where he is..." Grunchlik said as he cleared his throat. "Follow me..."

As Grunchlik turned away from the room where D'Argo, Chiana and Rygel were seated, he was quickly followed by the Scarran, who followed the poor creature past many ice caverns and chambers, only to enter the largest room in the facility.
It stretched out for miles.
The chamber was clearly not carved out by humanoids, or any other creature that had carved the building above this chamber.
The edges of the cavern were still visible in the walls, which were several metras high.
But the walls of the cavern were not visible, as thousands of big, metal, cryo-pods stood beside them. And every one of those cryo-pods contained a living person.
And every last one of them was as good as dead, as they were clinging onto life on a very little thread.
They were organ-donors, frozen as they breathed their lasts breaths, so that the organs which they used to help their living, and paying , customers and patients, would be fresh still.
In that way, their patients had more chance of survival.
Everyone in that chamber was as good as dead.
Except for óne.

Artokhs footprints were still smoking as he walked through this hollow chamber, following this creature, Grunchlik, to the place where he said the other Scarran resided.
With every step, the ice melted away under his feet.

"Now," Grunchlik said as he approached one of the cryo-pods.
"Here he is."
Artokh could not see who was inside, because the window was clouded on the inside.
Grunchlik typed in a few codes in the console of the container, to begin the unfreezing process.
It finished quicker then he expected.
Artokh stood silent as he watched the other Scarran step out of the cryo-pod.
His body was wet by the melting ice around him.
Smoke ascended from the cyo-pod.
"Artokh" Grunchlik said. "Meet Gyrshna."

But Artokh recognised the Scarran, to Grunchlik's surprise.
"Hello, brother." Artokh said.