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From: bammerla{at}cs.ruu.nl (Boris Ammerlaan)
Organization: Utrecht University, Dept. of Computer Science
Date: Thu, 27 Oct 1994 17:10:36 GMT

          said, next to a battle lost, there's nothing half so
          melancholy as a battle won. I never like gloating over a
          defeated enemy.
          Perhaps Madam President ... ?
SERVALAN: Guards, dismiss.
          Carry on, Captain Shad.
    SHAD: [Into bracelet] Liberator, this is Captain Shad. Two to
      come aboard. Teleport -- now.

[Liberator teleport facility]

SERVALAN: Not a disagreeable way to travel.
          Ah, Cally. How lovely to see you again.
          [They walk to flight deck]
          Where are the prisoners?
    SHAD: Under guard, madam.
SERVALAN: Bring them here.
          And _you_ must be Zen.
     ZEN: Affirmative.
SERVALAN: So tell me, Zen, how does one operate this craft?
     ZEN: One manipulates the controls, and the craft functions
          accordingly.
SERVALAN: Yes, and I've heard of your impudence. Now perhaps you
          will tell me _how_ to manipulate the controls.
     ZEN: Manual operation is not possible without full pilot
          training.
          Automatic navigation and control computers will respond
          to certain voice patterns.
          [Guards enter with crew]
 TARRANT: But not yours, Servalan.
SERVALAN: Not mine yet, Tarrant. But very shortly. Guard, that
          woman there. [Indicates Dayna] Yes, that one. Take her
          away somewhere, and kill her.
   DAYNA: He can try. Or he can kill me here. Nobody takes me
          anywhere.
SERVALAN: Very well. Guard, kill her where she stands.
 TARRANT: No, wait. We'll talk about this.
SERVALAN: There's nothing to talk about, Tarrant. I shall kill
          your crew one by one until you instruct Zen to recognize
          my voice pattern.
 TARRANT: And after that, you'll kill the rest of us.
SERVALAN: Perhaps. Perhaps not. I may consider a plea for mercy
          when the time comes.
 TARRANT: So there's nothing to gain?
SERVALAN: Not a great deal, I must confess. Unless, of course,
          you want to accept my word.
 TARRANT: I'd rather accept the business end of a poisonous snake.
SERVALAN: As I thought. Oh well, I just shall have to watch you
          break.
          Carry on, guard.
    AVON: All right, Servalan. If he won't, I will.
   DAYNA: No, Avon.
SERVALAN: How wise, Avon. You might have been next. Though with
          your qualities I'd probably have saved you.
    AVON: Let's get on with it, shall we? Introduce yourself to
          Zen.
SERVALAN: I am Servalan, President and Supreme Commander of the
          Terran Federation.
    AVON: Record her voice pattern, Zen. From now on you will
          respond to her commands -- on this one condition.
SERVALAN: _No_ conditions.
    AVON: Sorry, too late. That instruction has to be completed by
          _me_. Unless, of course, you care to dismantle Zen and
          reorganize the program. I should warn you, I'm the only
          person in the galaxy who can put it back together again.
     ZEN: Please complete the instruction.
SERVALAN: Wait. I'll make the condition.
    AVON: You won't cut much ice with Zen.
SERVALAN: You seem to be neglecting the fact that I have the power
          of life and death over your friends.
    AVON: Then exercise it if you must. But kill me, and you will
          never control the Liberator.
SERVALAN: Your skin always did come first, didn't it?
    AVON: Would you reproach me for that?
     ZEN: Please state the condition.
    AVON: Zen, you will obey Servalan's instructions, provided
          that her first commands are that you proceed to a planet
          with suitable Earth-like conditions, and that the
      present crew is safely teleported to its surface.
     ZEN: Condition acknowledged.
SERVALAN: Thank you, Avon. Zen, you will proceed to a planet with
          suitable Earth-like conditions.
     ZEN: Which planet?
SERVALAN: Oh, the nearest, I think.
     ZEN: The nearest planet of that description is Kairos.
SERVALAN: Yes, Zen. I know.

[Kairos]

 TARRANT: The harvest week ended twelve hours ago. Whatever goes
          on down here is about to start.
   DAYNA: If it hasn't started already.
   CALLY: I think we should split up into two groups.
 TARRANT: I agree. You come with me, and --
    VILA: I'll go with Avon and Dayna.
    AVON: Wrong. I'll work out my own salvation.

[Space Command]

SERVALAN: However, if, while you were working in the port hull,
          you'd changed to look out one of the deadlights, you
          would have seen, waiting for you -- [indicates screen
          with Liberator] She's yours to command, Jarvik. Under my
          control, of course. Your reward for taking her.
  JARVIK: Servalan -- Servalan, if I had wanted a command, I would
          have stayed with the Federation fleet. And as for taking
          orders...
SERVALAN: You really ARE a primitive, aren't you? Come.

[Kairopan; field]

   DAYNA: What's the matter?
    VILA: There's something in my boot. [Takes out crystal] Look
          at that! It's Kairopan. I've just done my foot in on
          half a million credits worth of Kairopan. Couldn't have
          happened when I was down on my luck and looking for the
          price of a drink, could it?
   DAYNA: Only if you were down on your luck in this place.
    VILA: You mean I'm not?

[Forest]

 TARRANT: There's another one here. [We can recognize Carlon]
      Identical.
   CALLY: Do you think you should touch him?
 TARRANT: I don't think he'll mind.
   CALLY: That's not what I meant.
 TARRANT: Whatever did that's got a bit more poke than a viral
          infection. It's also got a penchant for pockets, d'ya
          notice that? The same on the last one.
   CALLY: Perhaps they carried some kind of weapon there.
 TARRANT: Labourers? No.
   CALLY: Let's get out of here.
    AVON: [V.O.] Tarrant. Vila.
 TARRANT: Listen.
    AVON: [V.O.] Tarrant. Vila.

[Space Command]

SERVALAN: It was still a costly exercise, Jarvik. Those Killer-
          Hunters are irreplaceable.
  JARVIK: The Liberator's worth a hundred pursuit ships.
SERVALAN: Not to mention the pilots. Good pilots. Not easy to
          train.
          You lost three.
  JARVIK: They were mutoids.
SERVALAN: Mutoids?
  JARVIK: I wasn't prepared to see men die on my account. I have
          this primitive respect for life.
SERVALAN: But, surely, if they're trained fighters in a war...
  JARVIK: They weren't. They were bait in a trap. That wasn't a
          battle, it was a bluff. It was to give Tarrant
          confidence. Anything less, he'd have been suspicious.
          He might even have checked the crates.
SERVALAN: Clever. But it doesn't prove a thing.
  JARVIK: Like what?
SERVALAN: Oh, that you're a better man than Tarrant.
  JARVIK: [Laughs] Why should I want to prove that?
SERVALAN: Because I want you to. It's one thing to sit in a
          control room a million spacials away from the action. But
          if you're to be man enough for me, to be co-ruler with
          Servalan, you must meet Tarrant face to face, man to
          man.
  JARVIK: A tournament?
SERVALAN: Yes, if you like. A primitive tournament, and you will
          be my champion.
  JARVIK: If it amuses you. What must I do?
SERVALAN: You must go to Kairos and get the teleport bracelets
          from Tarrant and his crew.
  JARVIK: You don't think they have enough problems as it is?
SERVALAN: Oh, I'm sure they have. You may take a small party with
          you to make the numbers equal.
  JARVIK: [Laughs] If it's a champion you want, you'll have a
          worthy one. I'll put down on Kairos -- alone.

[Outside hangar; the others arrive]

    AVON: What kept you? Tarrant, tell me, what the hell is THAT?
 TARRANT: [Inside hangar; V.O.] That is a proto-space-age landing
      module. Should be in a museum.

[Jarvik teleports down]

[Landing module]

 TARRANT: It's not a space-craft as such. It wasn't designed to go
          any further than the parent ship, or the command module,
          as they called it. Now that might have been of some use.
   CALLY: What do you think happened to it?
 TARRANT: The command module? Probably got tired of waiting.
    VILA: You mean when the crew of this one...
 TARRANT: ...failed to make contact, right.
    AVON: But you could get this into orbit?
 TARRANT: Well, there wouldn't be any point, and anyway --
    AVON: Yes or no?
 TARRANT: Well, presumably. Nothing seems to have been da--
    AVON: That's all right, then.

[Jarvik sees Carlon and avoids creature]

[Landing module; Vila snores; Cally sleeps; Avon works; monitor
beeps, then stops; Avon strikes it, and it resumes]

[Next day; outside hangar]

 TARRANT: Where the hell's Avon?
    VILA: He's back. I saw him go inside.
          [Tarrant heads toward the hangar]
    VILA: [To Dayna] I won't be a moment.

[Landing module]

   CALLY: [Entering] Oh, you're back. We were worried about you.
    AVON: No need.
 TARRANT: [Entering] I've been looking all over for you.
    AVON: Well, now you found me.
 TARRANT: Didn't you hear me calling?
    AVON: I imagine the whole planet heard you.
 TARRANT: So where were you?
    AVON: While you were asleep, I picked up a faint echo on this;
          it's very basic equipment, little more than primitive
          radar.
 TARRANT: And what did this echo tell you?
    AVON: We have company. Up there ... a large unidentifiable
          space craft.
   CALLY: The command module?
    AVON: Possibly. That's something I needed to think about. But
          it's not easy to think with Vila snoring.
    VILA: I don't snore.
 TARRANT: But you can't tell if it's the command module?
    AVON: Not without looking. So I suggest you start thinking
          about this antique heap of nuts and bolts and how you're
          going to get it into orbit.
   CALLY: But the ship up there might be hostile.
    AVON: Quite. That's something else I needed to think about.
   CALLY: And?
    AVON: We have -- no armament. Nothing to bargain with.
          Except...
          [Holds up sopron rock]
 TARRANT: I don't believe it. All the trouble, all the danger, and
          you're still wasting time with _that_.
    AVON: This happens to be the most sophisticated life form that
          it has ever been my good fortune to come across. Present
          company NOT excepted.
 TARRANT: Life? But it looks like...
    AVON: A rock. Yes. Well, when you live on the permanent dark
          side of a planet, nobody cares too much what you look
          like.
   CALLY: But you said it wasn't alive.
    AVON: Orac said that.
    VILA: And Orac was wrong?
    AVON: Orac is a computer, like Zen. They react to information,
          that is all.
   DAYNA: [Outside] Tarrant! Avon!

[Outside]

   DAYNA: [Trapped in web] Do something!
    VILA: I think she means you.
     [Tarrant moves toward Dayna]
  JARVIK: Tarrant, keep still. Don't provoke it. You, woman. Give
          it the Kairopan.
   DAYNA: What Kairopan? I haven't got any.
  JARVIK: You must have touched some. It can smell it on you.
          Don't tell me you threw it away.
    VILA: From my boot, Dayna. You put it in your pocket.
          [Dayna throws Kairopan to creature, which eats it and
          crawls away.]
  JARVIK: Human greed. That's the only problem with Kairos.
          Everyone who comes tries to pocket a crystal or two, and
          even if they lose their nerve and try and dump the stuff
          it's too late. The smell of it clings. If you've touched
          Kairopan, those brutes'll come after you. They need it
          once they hatch out. They use the stuff to make silk.
          For their little cobwebs.
   DAYNA: It will be back, then.
  JARVIK: 'fraid so.
 TARRANT: But Jarvik, I haven't seen you in years. How did you get
          here? [Sees Jarvik's bracelet]
  JARVIK: [Grabs Dayna] Sorry, Tarrant. Not the sort of reunion
          I'd have asked for.
    AVON: What do you want?
  JARVIK: The teleport bracelets. That's all.
 TARRANT: And you'd hide behind a woman to get them? Time changes
          people.
  JARVIK: [Releases Dayna] Tarrant? Man to man?
          You can have the advantage. [Throws knife at Tarrant's
          feet]
 TARRANT: [To the others] Wait. Don't move.
          [They fight, Jarvik wins and holds the knife to Tarrant's
          throat]
  JARVIK: [To Tarrant] The bracelet.
          [To the others] I still want your bracelets. Oh, come
          on, be fair. They're of no use to you. Is Tarrant? [They
          all comply except Dayna.]
   DAYNA: If you want mine, you'll have to take it.
  JARVIK: [Picking up bracelets] There always has to be one.
 TARRANT: Don't bother, Dayna. It's not worth the trouble.
   DAYNA: _I_ think it is. [Walks away]
    AVON: Tarrant, you've got about two minutes to get that module
          launched.
 TARRANT: What are you talking about?
    AVON: I mean it. Vila, get the roof open.
    VILA: How?
    AVON: You're the expert. Cally, get Dayna.

          [Jarvik & Dayna fight]

[Landing module]

    AVON: Once your friend Jarvik teleports that's the last we'll
          see of the Liberator. A couple of plasma bolts will be
          the last we'll see of anything.
 TARRANT: But there's nothing I can do with this.
    AVON: You can get it off the ground!

[Outside]

  JARVIK: You fight well. But you're still a woman. [They struggle;
      she tries to strike him in the groin.] If not quite a
      lady. [Pins Dayna beneath him. Creature approaches. Into
      bracelet] This is Jarvik. Teleport! Teleport now!
          [Jarvik and Dayna teleport. Cally runs into hangar]

[Liberator teleport facility]

SERVALAN: [To guard] Bring her.
          [They walk towards flight deck]
SERVALAN: Zen, is the Liberator equipped for planetary assault?
     ZEN: Affirmative.
SERVALAN: Good. The zone immediately below us, in a square of
          fifty surface spacials.
     ZEN: Clarify your instructions.
SERVALAN: I want it destroyed, Zen. Completely.

[Landing module; Cally enters]

    VILA: Where's Dayna?
   CALLY: There was one of those creatures, they teleported.
    AVON: That's it, then. Tarrant, you have seconds.
 TARRANT: Strap yourself in.

[Liberator flight deck]

     ZEN: Surface bolts have been launched. Impact in thirteen
          seconds. Countdown: twelve... eleven... ten... nine...
          eight... seven... six...

[Landing module. Everyone vibrating during take-off]

[Liberator]

     ZEN: Two... one... zero. Surface area obliterated.
SERVALAN: Thank you, Zen. Now, Jarvik, the bracelets. I assume you

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