Have you ever seen a nuclear compression charge go off? Everything gets sucked in. It's like a mini black hole. Looks good...from a distance.
S1 E15Unfinished Business
[Avon aims his gun at Pella's head]
That always was the easy answer for the man - the Hommik!
If you didn't want the answer, you shouldn't have asked the question.
[musing to himself] It's a problem, isn't it? You can have war between races, war between cultures, war between planets. But once you have war between the sexes, you eventually run out of people.
It is beyond my humble capacity to offer an opinion, Master.
[smiling] Oh, that's very good. You may turn out to be my kind of computer after all.
What is it, Orac?
You asked me to report any extension of the Federation Command Network. Magnetrix Terminal 406 is now programmed in.
What planet does the terminal serve?
Helotrix.
[Astonished] Helotrix?!
It is the main terminal for the planet Helotrix. The fact is checked and confirmed.
That means the Helots are back in the Empire. But they aren't the sort to cave in so quickly. It took the Federation years to subdue them on the first expansion.
They've retaken Lubus and Porphia Major in the last few weeks. If Helotrix has gone, that means the Federation now control most of Sector 4.
If they keep expanding at this rate, Avon, we don't have as much time as you thought. They'll be knocking on the door in a couple of years!
How are they doing it?
I don't know. But maybe we should start running now.
[Discussing Vila] He doesn't have much time for Tarrant does he?
Ah, well. Tarrant is brave, young, handsome. There are three good reasons for anyone not to like him.
[Discussing Orac] I thought he was keeping unusually silent.
Probably sulking. One of the almost human things about Orac is that it does not like to work.
Well, that's it. With those ships out there we can't wait.
They might not be looking for us.
Are you crazy? You said yourself that was a search formation.
They haven't picked up Tarrant, so why'd they assume a ship's out here?
Just a minute. Orac: that message from Space Centre - how was it relayed here?
Through Terminal Four-Zero-Six.
The terminal on Helotrix.
Of course, Avon. That is the nearest terminal to our position.
That's it. They must have intercepted the transmission.
Computer logic, the nearest terminal.
So Orac's thick - we all know that. Let's move!
What do you want, Leitz?
[as he embraces her from behind, his face in her hair] The presidency.
Anything is possible.
After all, somebody has to take Practor's place. You could use your influence, I'm sure. And of course you'd know that your secret would be safe with me - Servalan.
I'm sure it would. But I don't submit - to blackmail.
There's always a first time. And it's better than being executed.
[Servalan turns to face Leitz as they embrace and begin kissing]
After all, how many people have you killed to conceal your secret?
[As they kiss, Servalan produces a small crystalline energy weapon and holds it near the back of Leitz's neck]
You mean now?
[Servalan kisses Leitz one final time before pressing the weapon against his neck, killing him]
Twenty-six. So far.
[To Slave] Don't be sorry. Be quiet.
There are times when even the most cynical must trust in luck!
I'd rather be sure that dying is the best option we have!
[Drunkenly] Fourteen I was, when I was first sent to a penal colony. Ship was hit in the main drive by a meteoroid, bang! Y'know what they did to repair it?Activated the force wall and generated an atmosphere inside the force wall so the repair team could work in a vacuum without spacesuits, 'cause it wasn't a vacuum any more if you see what I mean. Very clever, those old prison hulk skippers.
[after Avon and Tarrant have left to put Vila's "force wall atmosphere" plan into action] Out of the mouths of drunks ...
[standing up, instantly sober] Drunk? Who's drunk?
You are.
Show me how to get drunk on plain water and I won't waste time.
Well then, why pretend?
Because, my lovely Dayna and Soolin, no one ever tells someone who's drunk to volunteer.
[Dayna and Soolin laugh]
I don't like to work in main drive chambers! Especially main drive chambers that are separated from space by one of Slave's force walls.
Well, Orac, what do you think?
I think you have brought back a most fascinating recording.
We are looking for conclusions, not critical acclaim.
It's a Space Rat!
Friends of yours?
Friends? Space Rats? There's no such thing as a friend of a Space Rat - they even hate each other!
What else do you know about them?
They're maniacs, psychopaths! All they live for is sex and violence, booze and speed. And the fellas are just as bad.
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