Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Officer Sun?
Chiana's got one of their needles in her leg.
We'll know it's them.
if I make it back... will they follow?
Moya's weight gives us an advantage with the gravitational pull of the wormhole.
He carries no communications device. That would give him away.
Hatala,
exhuberant Chiana...
Or maybe, get in better shape.
Who is that creature?
I am ready...
No blocked-- outer hull rupture. Long way.
Tortured by demons you can never know.
It's me.
You killed my cousin!
It's completely understandable.
Pilot's just doing the calculations now...
I actually prayed
that a Luxan Warrior was a fellow prisoner.
"Wait for the wheel."
And what if they are screwing us?
You misjudged her will and ours.
and yours stretches before you.
My Grandmother used to say that life is... a great wheel.
bite to me.
Decompression, decompression.
The priviledge of working with techology is guaranteed by our families.
Oh, after fifteen thousands deaths... what's fifteen thousand, and one.
Let's work together on this.
The passageway's beyond have opened to space.
is frighteningly efficient.
It's a good call on Rygel and the gill darts.
Pilot's dead...
well,
Get ready.
He did?
- This is not mine! - You can choose the venue,
Yes,
I want you to reconnect Pilot to Moya's external senses.
Even the remotest hope will cause them to rally to her.
Their Phaztillon... Generator... what does it do?
Aeryn,
Mocked by love that will never be.
I like you Pilot.
Hard to discern with the damage.
Get better shoes.
A living ship...
Don't tell me you have a plan.
You dead, me dead, you dead, me dead, you dead, me dead...
listen.