Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Tavlek. -Tavlek.
I escaped with a few other fugitives and they're the only ones who know I'm here!
You need more sleep.
Oh, yes, a sword.
Hand me the bag.
Rygel: You can come in if you want to.
but the point is...
We don't have time to let them lead us back to their camp.
But once your body purifies the hunger for the drug should pass.
Right. So once I get it on, how do I get it to work?
Well, perhaps "coward" is too good a word for a Peacekeeper.
Now, the Tavleks believe...
(whirring)
All of you, shut up.
Well, who are you to offer suggestions?
Are you sure you're not hungry?
Next time you hit me make sure that I don't wake up.
Divided among 600 billion affluent subjects it's not so much
Pull.
-No! -Yes!
(whirring)
A couple of dozen heavily-armed Tavloids and then haul ass back up to the ship.
Hold on. Transmission from the planet.
Yes, I've seen you in action. Very impressive.
Fine.
Kyr: Much better
After what that thing did to D'argo, we agreed only as a last resort.
Take it off.
A stimulant?
(groaning)
Where's Rygel?
(Rygel yelling)
What's the matter? Too prim to sneak a peak?
Quite respectable for your age.
What did he want it for?
And you?
Just take it easy.
the Hynerian Navy will scorch this hellhole!
If they mistreated you in any way?
Lie still. You're wiped out.
Propulsion control is completely out.
Check it out. It's a water balloon.
It could be contraband, vermin-infested, even toxic.
It was not in doubt. Why? Yours will not?
(gasping and grunting)
Rygel: Here!
No movement.
It felt good. Give me navigation, now.
Anyone who defends Bekhesh will be killed
No, no, no, don't!
they won't.
it used to be reece hedwards checking pigeonholes and getting labels ready but he quit so it would be gabi anderson taking those duties wouldn't it? yes it would.
But perhaps the real you is...
The ship's excess supercoolant has to be released.
(mechanical swishing)
Your rations.
If we don't get that crystal back we're going to crash into the planet.
Is there a problem?
No. Her sensors can't penetrate the jungle canopy.
-Do it now! -We'll see who's left standing.
Graviton field, attracto-ray, super glue...
Pilot: D'argo's getting angrier. Do something.
This is the only poison I have in my body.
I have six hundred billion subjects!
Feel real good.
When my council hears of this
I'm not hungry.
[grunting incoherently]
If we can't pull this thing off without being spotted, we're screwed.
Nice blanket you got there, D'argo.
...doing everything I can...
(Rygel grumbling)