Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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