Synopsis: Whilst flying a Transport Pod, Crichton and Aeryn become ensnared in ‘The Flax’, an immobilising net-like weapon under the control of ruthless Zenetan Pirates. An eccentric ex-pirate, Staanz, comes to Moya’s aid before she too is captured, but he is being pursued by the dangerous hunter Kcrackic. After D’Argo abandons them to search a nearby Luxan vessel caught in The Flax, Crichton and Aeryn are faced with a serious problem: they must depressurize the Pod to make repairs, but they have only one space suit – meaning one of them must die.
John: Hey, hey, hey. I am doing it! Whoa – wait – I’m not doing it. Aeryn: You’re doing it barely, but just – John: Don’t! Don’t show me. Don’t show me. Port side – port side – thrusters… Slicker ‘n snot! Aeryn: My microbes had to have translated that one wrongly. John: Southern metaphors darlin’. You ain’t heard the half of `em. Aeryn: You know, you’re picking this up more slowly than the dumbest recruit. John: But I am picking it up, Aeryn. The more I modify my module with Moya add-ons the more I need to understand biomechanoid technology. Aeryn: Now you do that one again and I’ll kill you. John: Oh, sorry. I almost hit that big sun out there. Aeryn: There’s nothing out there John. John: Exactly Aeryn. That’s why we picked this spot. Nothing for me to hit. Perfect for a driving lesson. Like a big mall parking lot on a Sunday morning.
John: Aeryn lighten up! Have some fun! Aeryn: Fun? How am I to have fun? John: Well I don’t know how you’re supposed to have fun – but this is fun! This is “Top Gun”! This is the need for speed – you like this stuff, admit it. Aeryn: I have no need for speed.
John: You gonna be alright? Aeryn: Think so. You? John: If you don’t count a broken neck. A couple of aspirin, I’ll be fine. We hit something. Aeryn: No we didn’t. John: Hey, look. I was in a head-on when I was 19. We hit something.
John: I’m working as fast as I can Aeryn but these schematics are hard to read. Like half CAT scan, half blueprint. I know you don’t read ’em at all.
John: Whoawhoawhoa! – hold the phone – let’s talk about this.
John: I’m gonna teach you CPR. Aeryn: What’s that? John: It’s a human resuscitation technique Aeryn. Very low-tech. Aeryn: We don’t have time for this. John: Aeryn – I got time, okay? I need a back-up plan in case your little nerve shot doesn’t work Aeryn. Aeryn: What does it involve? John: It involves you breathing for me – keeping my blood flowing so I don’t die. Aeryn: Don’t be ridiculous. It sounds far too complicated. John: Well, it’s a lot less complicated than learning to fly a transport pod.
John: Hey, when Sebaceans die, what do you believe happens? You believe in an afterlife? Heaven and hell? All that jazz? Humans believe – well, some believe, that there’s like this bright light. And that you, uh, end up somewhere else along with your friends, family, relatives – all the people who died before you. Does that ring a bell? Aeryn: Sebaceans believe when you die you die. You go nowhere. You see nothing.
John: My God. You did it, Aeryn. You did it. But you lied like a DOG. God! that hurt like HELL!
Aeryn: It’s really cold in here. John: It’s colder than a frog’s ass.
John: One thing, just to be absolutely certain. You are the female of your species, right?