Scorpius has left wanted beacons for us all over the commerce planet.

I'm trying to find a trace signal to Scorpius' location on it,

There is no way of reaching him without a direct order from Scorpius.

but as soon as Scorpius finds out that he knows nothing about wormholes,

The Empress has put Scorpius on notice. The Scarran too. Her son. Everyone.

Yes, we're inside your brain. And no... I'm not Scorpius. But he is.

I was ready to take Crichton by force and deliver him to Scorpius.

Now, if it's Scorpius' wealth that frees them, well, that's an added bonus.

Pilot. Scorpius is dead. His command carrier is now in pursuit of Talyn,

a personal message from Scorpius offering you a pardon for turning us in?

Scorpius thinks it has something to do with his precious wormholes, but it doesn't.

I've got Scorpius in my head, and he's not going to let me go!

Scorpius, must have come in a Prowler or a Marauder on a stealth trajectory.

Not this time, Scorpius. This brain ain't big enough for the two of us.

See, Flavius Scorpius here wants to visit foreign lands, meet foreign people, and conquer them.

Human, you are surprising. I've never seen Scorpius worry about anyone as much as you.

He's here, and um, he blames me. He blames me for killing Scorpius. And, so...

It's just Scorpius. He's in my ear. How about some jelifan paste... "Put it down"

The Empress has made it clear. I marry her daughter or she hands me to Scorpius!

We get them, we go in hunt, we kill Scorpius, and we bring your son back.