( Planet Xenon. A Federation shuttle makes a landing
outside the ruins of Xenon Base. A ramp extends from the shuttle, and Servalan strides out. )
Caption: XENON BASE, 3 HOURS AFTER
( Some troopers are visible digging through the ruins
of the complex. One of them, Space Major Brecht, heads away to the shuttle to meet Servalan. )
Brecht: Welcome, if that's the word, to Xenon, Commissioner Sleer.
Servalan: ( Looking around in distaste ) Not very homely, is it, Major Brecht? I take it you got here too late?
Brecht: Not by long. We've checked what's left of the place. There's hardly a thing left.
Servalan: Pity. Avon's never been slow on the uptake of course. I never really expected you'd find him. Recall
your men, Space Major. You'd best send a report on what little you did find to Space Command.
Brecht: Very well, Commissioner, but we haven't completed our excav-...
Servalan: It's all right, Brecht. You won't find anything. Avon will have made sure that nothing was left for us.
Brecht: He can't have gone far yet. Should we start the off-world search...?
Servalan: Dont bother, Major. Avon's ship is a very fast one. Trust me, he could have left in the last five minutes
and he'd be a long way from here by now. Just finish up here and report to Space Command.
Brecht: ( Salutes. ) Yes, Commissioner.
( Brecht turns and heads back to the ruins. )
Servalan: ( Quietly. ) Anyway, if my contacts on Earth are right, the President already knows where Avon's headed.
( Servalan ascends the ramp into the shuttle. The hatch
closes behind her and she heads for the Flight Deck where she takes her seat. The rest of the ship's crew is mutoids. )
Mutoid 1: Your orders, Commissioner Sleer?
Servalan: Plot a course for the rimward-frontier. Planet Gauda Prime.
( Hailee's ship moves in to dock with the newly-rebuilt
Liberator. There is an expression of awe on the faces of all present. )
Caption: TWO DAYS LATER, SYSTEM DELTA SEVEN ON FOUR.
Hailee: Okay, will you finally tell us how?
Farin: ( Staring at the Liberator through the viewscreen. ) When he heard how the Liberator was destroyed, Blake
said the auto-repair systems was composed of microscopic robots called nanites. They can repair almost any damage. One of
our officials realised that the ship would be able to re-assemble itself if its fragments could be freed from the enzyme.
He was right. ( Turns to look at the others. ) That's why we chose Terminal for the rendez-vous point. The information you've
got, and the most powerful ship in Space. ( Looks back at the Liberator. ) A good week's fishing.
Kyben: It's incredible.
Hailee: It's fantastic.
( The rear of the Daedalus clamps over the main hatch
of the Liberator. )
Hailee: That's it, we're locked on.
( Farin pulls a small hand-held unit out of his pocket.
Farin: This signaller should open the hatch.
Stella: C'mon then.
Gan: Airlock pressure is now stabilised.
( Farin heads for the airlock, quickly followed by Stella.
Hailee and Kyben follow more slowly. )
Farin: Open it up, Hailee.
Hailee: Gan, get on with it.
Gan: Very good, ma'am.
( The airlock door opens and the four of them step inside.
They face the hatch of the Liberator. Farin operates controls on the hand unit. Nothing happens. Farin looks at it in bafflement.
Farin: C'mon c'mon.
( Stella reaches out and presses another button on the
units side. )
Stella: You have to switch it on first.
Farin: ( Embarrassed. ) Oh...! ( Retries. ) Here... we... go...
( The hatch of the Liberator swings inward. )
Hailee: We're in.
( Farin and Hailee draw their guns and step through
the airlock into the Liberator's embarkation corridor. Kyben and Stella follow warily. )
Farin: It's just as he described it...
( President's office. The President sits behind his
desk while Secretary Demwuhl paces back and forth nervously. )
President: What exactly is the problem then, Secretary?
Demwuhl: Surely you don't need me to explain.#
President: Betafarl's word was reliable. We have Avon's HQ at last.
Demwuhl: Correction, we have the ruins of it.
President: Exactly. And without a hideaway, with only Scorpio for a home, Avon and his crew are more vulnerable
Demwuhl: But if they've escaped the purge on Xenon...
President: Purge? You exaggerate, Secretary.
Demwuhl: That is not the point, Mr President. The point is...
President: ...That Sleer has failed again. I know. I'm way ahead of you. She's already finished, Secretary. You
don't have to worry about her much longer. No-one will.
Demwuhl: She's not exactly my concern now, Mr President.
President: Then what is the matter of such breathtaking importance that it couldn't wait?
Demwuhl: Avon himself of course. He still has a very fast ship. If we haven't caught him in his hideout, where
do we catch him?
President: I have that matter well-in-hand as well. Colonel Mablar will soon deal with Scorpio. Permanently.
( The President turns his attention to the paperwork
on his desk. Demwuhl makes no move to leave. )
President: (With a sigh.) Anything else, Demwuhl?
Demwuhl: May I ask how you are going to deal with Scorpio?
( The President looks up at her, then sighs again as
he realises that Demwuhl is not going to take no for an answer, and sits back. )
President: It's already well in motion, Secretary. Their greatest ally is about to become their greatest enemy.
Avon can measure his remaining life in just hours, as can his former leader.
Demwuhl: Former leader?
President: That's right. Art of infiltration. Scorpio is heading into a trap. Roj Blake waits for them on Gauda
Demwuhl: Blake? Blake's still alive?
President: That is correct, Secretary Demwuhl. It seems Servalan was wrong. Blake did not die on Gevron, and FedSec
have traced him to the frontier. He's alive and still causing trouble. But soon that will be remedied. He has taken one of
the Federation's finest agents into his midst, head of the Iron-Guard, and he doesn't even suspect it.
Demwuhl: Fascinating, but where does Avon fit into the equation?
President: I planted a transmission in our ciphers especially for his super-computer, Orac. Just clues and hints,
but enough for Orac to determine Blake's location. And now that their hideout has been located, Scorpio will head straight
for Gauda Prime.
Demwuhl: Ah. And when it arrives...
President: When it arrives, Blake, Avon and all their followers will die.
( Hailee, Farin, Kyben and Stella arrive on the Flight
Deck of the Liberator, laid out as it was before the explosion. Zen is in his place on the port wall, though he is currently
Hailee: I've never seen anything like it.
Kyben: It's more than the Federation could have hoped for in a billion years.
Farin: ( Spreads his arms. ) A very cathedral of technology. Can you imagine the power...?
Stella: How does it work?
( They all turn and look at her. )
Stella: I mean look at it. It's years ahead of
any other ship we've seen. How can we fly it?
Farin: You've always gotta spoil things for everyone else haven't you?
Hailee: Actually, she's got a point.
( Farin snaps his fingers. )
Hailee: Then what?
Farin: Just be quiet. You're the hired hand. Let the experts do their work.
Hailee: You mean you're the brains of the operation? God help us.
Farin: Zen! Can you hear me?
Kyben: Who're you talking to?
( Stella walks over to one of the control panels. )
Stella: Is this it, do you think?
( Farin joins her, shakes his head and walks away again.
Farin: No. Keep looking.
( Stella walks over to the control panel nearest Zen.
Stella: What about this one?
( Hailee and Kyben exchange puzzled looks. )
Hailee: What are you looking...?
Farin: I said shut up!
( Farin looks at the panel Stella is indicating. )
Yesssss. That'll be it. ( Puts his hand on the
panel. ) Zen, can you hear me now? ( Silence. )
Kyben: Who is Zen?
Stella: Maybe it didn't survive the explosion.
Farin: From what Blake said we can't control this ship without it.
( Farin turns to walk away from the panel and pulls
up, his hand fixed into contact. )
Farin: My hand.
Farin: My hand! Help me someone... ( Hauls but his hand remains firmly fixed on the panel. ) ...I can't move
my hand! I'm stuck!
Hailee: Oh bright move, fearless leader. Don't you ever check before you do anything?
( Kyben walks over to Farin. )
Kyben: Let's see.
( Farin shakes his head from side to side. )
Farin: Gnn... No, no! Get out of my head. Get out. Get out!
( Kyben puts his hand on Farin's shoulder. )
Kyben: Farin. Farin! What's wrong?
( Farin shoulders Kyben away. )
Farin: Get off! Get off! Get...
( Farin suddenly falls away from the panel. Zen lights
Zen: Welcome, Tekk Farin.
Stella: Who said...?
( Hailee points up at Zen. )
( They all gawp at Zen in astonishment. )
Zen: Welcome, Hailee Gavisson.
Hailee: What is that?
Zen: Zen. Welcome Rak Kyben.
Kyben: Er... hi.
Zen: Welcome, Stella Restal.
Stella: How do you know our names?
Zen: Mental scan confirms validity of your authorisation by Roj Blake. Speech units will accept your spoken
commands. Please state speed and course.
( Farin gets to his feet. )
Farin: That's it. We have control!
Farin: The master computer's accepted us. We can command the Liberator! ( To Zen. ) Is the Liberator spaceworthy?
Zen: Automatic repair of systems continues. At present, the Liberator is functioning at forty-two per cent
of capacity. All systems are at least partially operative. The weaponry system will not be able to reach full capacity without
replacement focusing crystals for the neutron blasters. This status is adequate for space-transit.
Kyben: Does that mean this ship can take us to Gauda Prime?
Farin: Not just Gauda Prime. Blake was able to go anywhere in this ship.
Kyben: That was before it blew up.
( Hailee looks about in child-like wonder. )
Hailee: I've gotta look around here.
Kyben: Oh? Don't you wanna take the money and run?
Hailee: It'll wait.
Kyben: You weren't saying that a couple of days ago.
Hailee: I wasn't aboard the Liberator a couple of days ago. ( Turns to Zen. ) Er... Zen. Liberator's currently
docked with my ship.
Zen: Confirmed. The freighter Daedalus is of a size ratio compatible with Liberator's port hold.
Stella: Hey, that's great. ( Looks puzzled. ) What does that mean?
Hailee: ( Patronising. ) It means I can park my ship in the hold.
Farin: Good. Do it. We have to get to GP, you want to explore the ship. You can do it en route.
( Stella is about to protest but Farin silences her
with a black look. )
Hailee: ( Hesitates ) I... Why not? Zen, open the port hold.
Zen: Confirmed. Atmosphere is now being cycled out of the port hold.
Farin: Stella, give her a hand.
Hailee: I don't need any help.
Farin: Just to be on the safe side. Go on, hurry!
( Hailee shoots him an angry "don't-boss-me-about" look,
but then she and Stella head down the starboard corridor. )
Farin: Thank God they've gone. ( Turns to Kyben. ) So, do you have the datafile?
Kyben: Of course.
Farin: May I see it?
Kyben: Not in a million years.
Farin: I'm here to do a job for Blake, so let me see the...
Kyben: Sorry. Blake is the only one who gets to see this file.
( Farin turns away from him in annoyance. )
Farin: Zen, plot a course for the frontier planet Gauda Prime, speed Time Distort 14. Execute as soon as the
Daedalus is safely in Liberator's hold.
Zen: Your instructions are confirmed.
( Farin takes a seat in the central pit, while Kyben
explores the Flight Deck. )