Commander Jozo Moxan walked into the officer's lounge.

The once comfortable and relaxed lounge was now silent and dark.

The lights were dimmed.
Moxan could see his sub-officers sitting in the dark corner, awaiting his arrival.

They waited for him, just like Moxan asked them to do.

Their faces looked grim.

"Gentlemen." Moxan he said to them as he approached their table.
"Thank you for waiting for me."

As Moxan grabbed another chair and joined them at the red table, one of the sub-officers raised the lights over the table just a little bit higher.

"We have a problem." Moxan said.

"Scorpius." one of the officers replied.

"Indeed." Moxan said.

His neck still coloured red from his violent encounter with Scorpius.

"Our operation is put at risk.
All because of the actions of this man.
This freak..."

Some of the officers nodded, others began cursing the damned Scarran hybrid, but Moxan begged for silence.

"Gentlemen. Please...I know how you feel." Moxan said.

"We will sit by no longer. The time of action has come. I have find a way to rid our base of this...pest."

"We cannot resort to violence!" one of the younger officers said.
"If we would, it would be the same as declaring war against a fellow Peacekeeper!"

"Scorpius is only half Peacekeeper!" another interrupted.

"But a Peacekeeper nonetheless!" the other replied.

"Gentlemen!" Moxan shouted.

Moxan was forced to end their discussion for the second time.

"I have already found an answer to our problem..." he said.

"What do you mean?"

"I have contacted someone who has high connections in Peacekeeper High Command."

Moxan spoke loudly and calm.
He seemed to be calm and apparently honest, however a transparent red glow of aggression in his eyes, which was unseen in the darkness of the lounge, was proof that he wasn't.

He longed for Scorpius's death.

"She is a woman with high authority and she has much influence in politics." Moxan resumed.
"She knows much about Scorpius's dealings in the Unchartered Territories."

"Who is this woman?" they asked.

Moxan smiled.

"I'll introduce you to her." Moxan said.

Moxan pressed some buttons on the console attached to their table and a large viewscreen appeared on the wall of the lounge.
He brightened the lights and hailed his contact.

A woman appeared on screen, lying comfortably on a large black couch.

Her skin was pale. Her hair short, and as black as outer space.
Her eyes were huge and bright, and blue.

"Commander Moxan." the woman said.

"Commandant Grayza." Moxan replied. "Thank you for responding."

"I'm happy to oblige." Mele-on Grayza said. "Scorpius is a menace. Almost as renegade as Captain Crais. The only difference between them is that Scorpius has higher connections as Crais, and has befriended many people of high rank.
He uses his hunt for the outlaw Crichton as an excuse to terrorise the Unchartered Territories, and now your base."

"He has gone too far in his obsession for this John Crichton!" Moxan said.
"He must be stopped."

"And he will be stopped, Commander." Grayza said. "But not yet. There is much to be done, before we can act. Generals must be bribed, the High Council must be convinced. When I'm done, every Peacekeeper in the universe will see Scorpius as much as an outlaw as the human he desperately pursues."

"And then we can kill Scorpius?" Moxan asked.

The officers behind him eagerly awaited her answer.

"Then he can be killed." Grayza answered.

"Talyn...stopped talking to his mother," Pilot spoke. "-when...when the wormhole appeared.
We tried...we tried to contact Crais, but he didn't reply."

Chiana lovingly grabbed one of Pilot's arms and held it tightly against her chest.

"We tried to contact you on the planet, but you didn't respond either..."

Pilot slowly gasped for air, trying to control his fears as they crept up again.

"Moya was afraid." Pilot slowly said. "...afraid she would die alone..."

Jothee wanted to say something, but he didn't.
He wanted to say that Moya wasn't alone.
That he was there to help her.

But he didn't.
Because he thought to himself:
"I'm not an actual member of this crew, am I? I'm leaving soon, aren't I?"

There was only one reason why Jothee stayed on board Moya.
He wanted his father's forgiveness.

"You're not going to die alone..." Chiana said to Pilot. "You're not going to die at all!"

"Where's D'Argo and Rygel?" Pilot asked weakly. "I do not sense them aboard..."

"Is my father not on board?" Jothee asked. "Where is he?"

"D'Argo..." Chiana tried to say, as she remembered him stepping outside of the icy facility, running away in a desperate attempt to distract the Scarran, so that Chiana could escape.

"There were Scarrans." Chiana said.

"Scarrans!" Jothee asked surprised and fearing for his life.

He remembered that their last encounter with a Scarran didn't end well.

"Were they captured?" he asked.

"I couldn't...I couldn't..."

"Pilot, can you scan for their comm-signals?" Jothee asked.

Amazingly enough, Pilot responded quite fast.

A hologram appeared, where an animated map of the planet's surface was displayed.

In the centre stood the Diagnosian's facility.
A giant dot glowed in it's centre.
It was Rygel's signature.

"Rygel's been captured." Chiana said.

Chiana remembered Rygel's sudden disappearance.
D'Argo thought he'd already gone to the Pod, but he was wrong.
He was captured.
Chiana knew for sure he was.
The little slug now was a Scarran prisoner.

Another shining dot was visible on the outskirts of the map.

"It's D'Argo." Chiana said. "He escaped."

"But how did he get all the way down there?" Jothee said. "That's the icy plains!"

"He's going to freeze to death!" Chiana said.

"Not if I can help it." Jothee said.

Jothee walked away.

"Where are you going?" Chiana said.

"I'm going to save my father." Jothee said heroic.

The suns of Yo'brakh rose higher and higher across the skies.

"We have located Crichton's Marauder."

Peacekeeper soldiers scattered throughout the area Crichton's Marauder fell from the skies.

"Find Crichton." Scorpius said to them through their comms-devices.
"He cannot have gone far."

"Understood, sir."

The visors of the soldiers' helmets glowed in the sunlight.

They couldn't find the human.
Not inside the Marauder, nor anywhere near it, and all tracks were carefully wiped away.

"There's no sign of Crichton here." one of the Peacekeeper soldiers reported to his commanding officer.
"He must be long gone by now."

They were unaware that the human was sitting on top of them the entire time.

Crichton sat silently on the upper branches of the large tree beside the Marauder, more then 10 metras above the soldiers who were searching for them.

As John heard them saying that they couldn't find him, and that they starting thinking about leaving the area, John slowly began breathing again.

The heavy sunlight which burned upon his skull made his headache more painful then ever.

Drops of sweat flowed onto his forehead.

"So the chip has to come out." Crichton whispered.

"Not if you're feeling suicidal." Harvey replied.

"I'm not suicidal." Crichton said.

He tightly held onto the branch he sat on, so that he wouldn't fall.

"Still afraid of heights, John?" Harvey said.

"Always have been." John said.

The Peacekeeper soldiers seemed to swarm beneath Crichton, like little ants, in search for him.

"I bet there's only one man who can get the chip out." Crichton said to Harvey.

He already expected what Harvey would say.

"Scorpius." Harvey replied, knowing that Crichton expected him to say this.

"Murphy's Law." Crichton said.

"You think Scorpius is alive?" Harvey asked. "Even after you shot him in the face?"

"Of course Scorpius is still alive." Crichton said. "Haven't you been listening to what I was saying? Murphy's Law! Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong! It's the way the galaxy works!"

Harvey smiled.

"Then you are smarter then you look." he said.

"That would be easy." Crichton replied.

Shots were fired.

Crichton was discovered!

Swiftly he jumped from the branch, clinging onto the tree and jumping from branch to branch.
Crichton ignored his sudden tendency to scream like Tarzan, and ran for his life.
He jumped and climbed until he fell to the ground, with a painful back.

Outnumbered and outgunned (Crichton was unarmed), Crichton ran through the woods.
The Peacekeepers followed with their guns drawn.

As Crichton avoided another wave of shots that were fired upon him, he noticed a gap in the woods: a small field where there grew no trees.
Crichton ran towards it: he had a plan.

The two suns burned into his eyes as he stopped running and waited for the soldiers in the middle of the field.

"I give up!" Crichton shouted. "You can have me! Take me back to Scorpius!"

The Peacekeeper soldiers appeared from the shadows of the woods.

"Hold your fire." the commanding officer said. "He surrenders."

Crichton's plan was easy and simple.

Lure them into the sunlight, and hope they drop dead.
Or at least let the sunlight weaken them so that they cannot pursue him anymore.

Peacekeepers, or Sebaceans were cold-blooded species.
Their bodies cannot cool itself off, and therefore they cannot stand the heat.

They have all been trained to fight in hot atmospheres, but Crichton hoped two suns would be enough to weaken them.

For a moment he was worried the rain which poured from the skies last night would have cooled the planet down, but that turned out to be nothing to worry about, as the world heated up in the afternoon and Crichton hoped his plan would work.

Crichton felt the heat affecting his mind.
It was damn hot.
But if Crichton felt the heat, then how bad would the Peacekeepers feel it?

"How you doin'?" Crichton asked. "I bet you're thirsty. I know I am."

The Peacekeepers did not reply.

"What?" Crichton said. "You don't want to talk? We've got all the time in the world!"

At that exact moment, clouds began to hide the suns from their sights, and Crichton felt the temperature dropping a little bit.

"Damn." he thought to himself.

"Stun the prisoner." the commanding officer said.

Crichton saw a flash of light and suddenly he fell to the floor.

He couldn't move.

"Nice plan." Harvey whispered into his ears.

"Frell you." Crichton replied, although he couldn't move his lips.

Crichton saw the Peacekeepers approach him as he lay paralysed on the grass.

"Take him to our vehicle." the commanding officer said.

The soldiers would have done as he ordered, but then the suns returned as it's rays of light burrowed it's way through the dark clouds.

"I can't, sir." one of the soldiers said, as they tried to lift him off the ground. "He's too heavy."

"The heat, sir." The other soldier said. "It's too much."

All knew what was going to happen if they stayed in the heat much longer.
'Living Death' frightened all Sebaceans.

The soldier dropped his weapon.

Suddenly, Crichton felt his ability to move, coming back to him.

It seemed that paralyses of the prisoner could only be sustained by holding the button down.
When they let go, the paralyses fades away, and the prisoner can move again.

"Soldier!" the commanding officer said. "I command you...to carry the prisoner...to our vehicle..."

Now the heat even got to the officer.

They all started to take off their armour and uniforms, as they desperately tried to find a way to cool off.

But it didn't work.

They all fell down to the ground, one by one, next to Crichton, who could move his hands again.
He knew that he would have to act quickly, if he were to escape the Peacekeepers now.

"Run, Forrest." John said to himself. "Run!"

But he couldn't run.
He was barely able to crawl.

"Crichton!" the commanding officer shouted at him as he saw him crawling away.

Slowly, Crichton was able to move his legs again and he got up and started walking away.

He had almost left the field, when a hand suddenly pulled him down again.

Grass and dirt was on his face, which he spit out, and as he looked behind him, he saw the commanding officer pursuing him.
The Peacekeeper crawled over the floor, pulling Crichton's shoe so that he wouldn't get away.

Crichton did not know that they had encountered each other before.

The commanding officer was Aenos, Peacekeeper Commando, promoted to Squad Leader, assigned once more to capture Crichton.

Crichton did not recognise him, because at the time of their first encounter, it was Harvey who was in control of Crichton's body.

Aenos suffered from the heat, but he wouldn't let Crichton escape him again.

Crichton desperately tried to get loose.

He kicked Aenos in the face and crawled away.

Aenos crawled after him.

They both crawled a couple of metras into the forest, crawling through dead branches and places crawling with insects.

As Crichton managed to get up, Aenos followed his example and tried to run after him.

However, their struggle ended abruptly, as both men were snared into a great net, like fish caught by fishermen, and both struggled to get loose.

As faces crept up from the woods and bushes, both Crichton and Aenos knew that resisting would be pointless...