Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...being hunted by an insane military commander...

Be careful, John. This star is unusually erratic.

Why don't you get aboard now so we can leave orbit?

Crichton: I know.

D'Argo can be very impetuous.

You remember now any time you need some repair work done

like we're going to be stuck on this dump for longer than we anticipated.

We're the Hole In The Sky Gang.

We got to get back up there.

D'Argo: Your home, not ours.

Yeah, the big shot.

Rorf: Don't you want to find out where the other two fugitives are?

Not Long Ago in the Upper Bonosphere

Sounds just like Crichton.

Oh, help me. This is hardly the time.

You see how dark the blood is?

That's a wormhole.

Can be. What about you? Selfish?

Whoa! There's the lightning.

Listen, please.

Crichton: Look, guys,

Well, this is a good spot. We're totally pinned down.

Abandon the human criminal.

Thank me tomorrow. I saved your ass today.

Pilot: Confirmed.

Well, if you go straight out that way

Think you might be out of luck.

The beacon didn't specify "alive."

Your one hope of avoiding this fate is to accept my conditional amnesty.

The scent... it's gone.

These three fugitives from Peacekeeper custody have violated their parole.

Aeryn and Crichton are on their own.

Okay, I need to.

She said something about leaving her clothes behind.

I know why I'm not there; Crais wants to kill me himself.

Full thrusters. Crichton!

Your junkpile's going to need a lot more help than I thought.

What is a pain in the ass?

There'll be other stars with flare activity, John.

Regular as clockwork; every 4.8 cycles.

You think I care about this piece of meat?

Crichton: Yeah, well, I don't.

Crichton, I, um...