[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

BLAKE: Check.
JENNA: Right, one more time. Cut primaries, reverse thrust.
BLAKE: Check.
JENNA: Stabilise and trim back to stationary.
BLAKE: Check.
JENNA: (to Avon) Negative anti-gravs. Compensate for orbital drift and hold. (she points to a button) Hold.
BLAKE: All confirmed.
JENNA: Good.
BLAKE: Right. Let's check with the expert. Zen, report status.
ZEN: Liberator is stationary and is stabilised in an anti-orbital posture.
VILA: Whatever that means.
BLAKE: It means we got it right.
JENNA: Together we can fly this ship manually.
GAN: I think we make a good team.
AVON: Well, hurray for us.
VILA: What's eating you now?
AVON: I'm just wondering how long we're going to live to enjoy our newfound skills.
BLAKE: Zen, three-sixty degree survey. Put etheric detector beams on maximum. Report any space vehicles within range. Vila, put visual survey on the screen.
ZEN: Negative on all systems. There are no space vehicles within detector range.
JENNA: We've lost them.
VILA: So much for Federation pursuit ships.
GAN: At least we know we can outrun them.
VILA: Outrun them, in this we can outstroll them.
AVON: Don't get too relaxed about it. They'll keep on coming.
VILA: We have the whole universe to hide in.
BLAKE: Except that we're not going to hide. Very soon now the Federation ships will know exactly where we are, or at least where we've been.
VILA: I don't follow you.
AVON: Oh, but you do, and that's the problem.
BLAKE: Up until now we've only been a minor irritation to the Federation. I think it's about time we hurt them.
JENNA: I don't like the sound of that.
AVON: Neither do I. I thought it was agreed we wouldn't do anything without discussing it thoroughly.
BLAKE: True. It was also agreed that anybody could opt out at any time. Just tell me when you want to leave.
AVON: Oh, I will, but in the meantime I think we have a right to know what it is you're planning.
BLAKE: Zen, set a course for Saurian Major, speed standard by two.
ZEN: Speed and course confirmed.
AVON: That falls a little short of my idea of a thorough discussion.
GAN: We can talk and travel. We're safer on the move.
AVON: Another one who's prepared to let Blake do his thinking for him.
BLAKE: Enough, Avon!
VILA [OC]: Saurian Major?
BLAKE: Zen, visual star sector four-two point six-one. It's there, on the edge of the system. One of the early self-governing colonies subsequently annexed by the Federation. When the settlers declared their independence again, the Federation crushed them with typical efficiency.
JENNA: How typical?
BLAKE: Half the population were butchered. The other half were rounded up and transported to frontier planets. ...A few managed to escape to the hills and form guerrilla bands.
VILA: Why are we going there, though? I mean I feel for them, but we've got problems of our own.
(a view of the complex pans across the viewscreen while Blake describes it)
BLAKE [OC]: They've built a vast transceiver complex there. All Federation signals and navigation controls are beamed into Saurian Major, boosted and redirected. It's a vital nerve centre in the Federation space control system.
BLAKE: Destroy that, and you blind, deafen and silence them. That's what we're going to do.
AVON: A blow for freedom.
GAN: Yes, our freedom. For a clever man you're not very bright. Deaf, dumb and blind how are they going to catch us?
AVON: I'm sure Blake will manage it somehow.

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

JENNA: Blake.
BLAKE: (stirs from a snooze) Yes.
JENNA: Are there any artificial satellites on our course?
BLAKE: I don't know, I'll check. ...Well, none to be seen. Are you getting something?
JENNA: Yes, something.
BLAKE: How long has it been registering?
JENNA: Couple of minutes. Signal's getting stronger.
BLAKE: Zen, visual detector scan and computer analysis on grid ...one-one-five, please.
(on the viewscreen appears a confirmation of what Jenna has seen on her control panel)
ZEN: The signal is mechanical. It emanates from a space projectile of unidentified origin. Translator units categorise the signal as a distress call.
BLAKE: Estimate the projectile's speed and course.
ZEN: No indication of motive power. The projectile's movement is only subject to space drift and orbital influence.
JENNA: If they've lost power, they're in real trouble.
BLAKE: We don't have much option then, do we? How far away are they?
ZEN: One million seventy-three thousand spacials and closing.
BLAKE: Well, re-program course and speed to rendezvous with the projectile. Lock-off on one hundred spacials.
ZEN: Speed and course confirmed.
BLAKE: You'd better tell the others.
JENNA: All right.
BLAKE: Problem?
JENNA: Putting out a false distress signal. It's a trick used by space pirates.
BLAKE: Well then, we'll have to be careful.
JENNA: I'll get the others.

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

AVON: There's nothing coming back except the same distress call. It must be on a mechanical repeater.
(the space projectile transits the viewscreen)
BLAKE: Do you recognise the type?
AVON: No. Primitive, too small to sustain a full life support system by the look of it.
JENNA: Doesn't seem to be any heavy armament.
BLAKE: Could be a high-speed transporter.
JENNA: To transport what?
VILA: Do we care?
JENNA: Getting nervous?
VILA: No, I've been nervous all along. I do not like the look of that thing.
BLAKE: Zen, have the sensors picked up any sign of life?
ZEN: No information can be given.
BLAKE: That is not what I asked! I want to teleport across there.
ZEN: There is room.
BLAKE: And life support?
ZEN: There is life support for a ...limited ...period.
BLAKE: I'll go and take a look.
JENNA: I'll come with you.
BLAKE: Avon.
ZEN: (with difficulty) It is ...in ...in ...in...
AVON: I'll have to overhaul that ...thing.
ZEN: ...sane...
(Avon leaves)
GAN: I wonder. It's almost as if Zen has ...a limiter.
VILA: A limiter?
GAN: Something that stops him from helping us too much, or maybe it's someone who stops him.
VILA: Gan, if you're trying to scare me, you're succeeding.

[Liberator approaches the space projectile]

[Teleport room]

BLAKE: Let's see just how precise you can be.
AVON: Are you sure you can trust me?
BLAKE: For as long as we're useful to each other. We'll keep the voice channels open. All set?
AVON [OC]: Ready.
BLAKE: Sure?
AVON: As I'll ever be.
BLAKE: (to Jenna) All right?
JENNA: Yep.
BLAKE: Right, put us across.

[Space projectile exterior]

[Space projectile - interior]

(Blake and Jenna materialise with their heads restricted by the ceiling)
BLAKE: More by luck than judgment.
JENNA: Ah, don't tell him that.
BLAKE: Thank you, Avon. You ever seen anything like this before?
JENNA: No.
(Jenna seats herself at a control panel while Blake examines a flap on the rear compartment)
BLAKE: Well?
JENNA: Controls are very basic. Just enough instruments to make a safe landing. Everything's manual.
BLAKE: Why put manual controls in an unmanned craft?
(a green light on the control panel blinks and bleeps)
BLAKE: What's that?
JENNA: Distress relay. Probably cuts in automatically when a major fault develops. Ah, here it is.
BLAKE: What?
JENNA: The fault circuit-tracer. There's a malfunction reading on the auto-navs. That's what must have activated the cutouts on the propulsion units.
(Blake and Jenna swap places)
BLAKE: Well, that explains why they're drifting. But you don't put circuit-tracers in an unmanned craft. There must have been a crew on board.
JENNA: Well, the locks on the inner hatch are still secure. (indicating the flap on the rear compartment) What about this one here?
BLAKE: It's locked.
JENNA: So if there was a crew...
BLAKE: They're still here.
(Blake presses a button on a coffin-like container and a cover opens revealing an alien male under a inner transparent cover)
JENNA: Blake, look! ...His eyes.
JENNA [OC]: He's alive.
(Blake touches the outside of the container and withdraws his hand quickly)
JENNA [OC]: What is it?
BLAKE: It ...it's cold. It almost took the skin off my fingers.
JENNA: That's it. This is the same process they used centuries ago on the early deep space flights. They subjected their crew to extremely low temperatures to suspend the ageing process. This is a cryogenic capsule.
(they open the two other cryogenic capsules. In the third, the inner cover is iced up. The occupant is probably dead)
BLAKE: There's not much we can do for them here. Re-animation'll be a slow process.
JENNA: We can't just leave them here.
BLAKE: Yeah, we'll worry about that when we get back. Our air is running out, in case you hadn't noticed.
JENNA: I hadn't wanted to worry you.
BLAKE: (into bracelet) Avon, do you read?
AVON: (on communicator) I hear you.
BLAKE: Bring us back...

[Teleport room]

BLAKE: (on communicator) Bring us back.
AVON: (into communicator) I can't. The teleport control is burnt out.

[Space projectile - interior]

JENNA: (into bracelet) What did you do?
AVON: (on communicator) Not a thing. It blew all by itself.

[Teleport room]

BLAKE: (on communicator) Can you repair it?
AVON: (into communicator) No need. There's an automatic repair system and it's working.
BLAKE: How long?
AVON: I don't know.
BLAKE: Why not?
AVON: Zen won't tell us.

[Space projectile - interior]

BLAKE: (into bracelet) Our air is running out.
AVON: (on communicator) Yes, I was afraid of that. ...How long?
BLAKE: Minutes. Get Zen to manoeuvre the ship round and bring the entire projectile on board.

[Teleport room]

AVON: (into communicator) I'd already thought of that. Zen refuses to do it.
BLAKE: (on communicator) Then you'll have to.
AVON: That's very chancy, Blake. If Liberator so much a nudges that ship...
BLAKE: Then you'd better get it right.
AVON: (to Vila and Gan) Shall we get on with it?

[Space projectile - interior]

BLAKE: Why didn't Zen warn us?
JENNA: I think he tried to.
BLAKE: I'm sorry.
JENNA: I'm all right.

[Flight deck]

AVON: Lock the inner hatches, positive pressure.
VILA: Locked.
AVON: Equalise the lower hold pressure.
GAN: Equalised.
AVON: Open the main locks.

[Liberator - exterior - ramp doors opening]

[Flight deck]

AVON: Visual.
(the viewscreen looks out through the ramp doors)
VILA: Ramp fully open.
AVON: Good. Moving to line up. Right lateral, minimum power.
VILA: Too much. You're overshooting.
AVON: Left lateral. That's enough. Hold.
VILA: Square on.
AVON: Give me a fall-line projection. Good. We're aligned and we're ready to go. Do you two know what you have to do?
GAN: Er huh.
AVON [OC]: I hope so.
AVON: Commencing docking procedure ...now.
(the viewscreen shows the projectile being approached)

[Space projectile - interior]

BLAKE: He's taking his time.
JENNA: It's a delicate manoeuvre. He'll get there.
BLAKE: ...I'm breathless with anticipation.
JENNA: (laughs breathlessly)

[Flight deck]

(the viewscreen continues to show the projectile being approached)
AVON: That's very good. ...Gently. ...Easy.
AVON [OC]: ...Easy.
AVON: Good. ...Alignment is exact.
VILA: ...She's turning!
AVON: Right lateral.
VILA: Quickly!
GAN: She's drifting under laser projection.
AVON: Down degree point zero-one.
VILA: You're too close! She's going to hit the ramp broad side on!
GAN: Get around.
AVON: Down another point. More lateral.

[Space projectile - interior]

(Jenna is holding Blake's hand)

[Flight deck]

VILA: You're too close, pull away, Avon!
AVON: No time. She's coming round. Gan, when the tail is on the laser projection, I'll go straight in.
GAN: Now!
(on the viewscreen the projectile comes into the ramp)
VILA: You've done it! You've done it!
AVON: ...Close the main locks. Zen, transfer to inner hold number five.
ZEN: Transfer process commenced.

[Liberator - exterior - ramp doors closing]

[Flight deck]

GAN: Hull re-pressurised.
VILA: Inner hatches released.
AVON: Switch the visual.
(on the viewscreen the projectile sits in the hold)
VILA: Very delicate. You know, with hands like that and a decent upbringing, he might have made a respectable pickpocket.
AVON: Yes, we better go down and check that they're all right. ...Keep a watch, Gan.

[Space projectile - interior]

(Jenna and Blake open a hatch and exit the projectile)

[Hold 5]

VILA: There you are, you see. Nothing to worry about. What have we here?
BLAKE: Take a look.
BLAKE: ...(to Avon) Thank you.
AVON: Glad to be of help.
JENNA: You don't sound too sure about that. ...Thanks anyway. ...Nice flying.
(Blake activates the communicator)
GAN: (on communicator) Gan.
BLAKE: (into communicator) Blake. See if Zen's back on our side yet.
GAN: I don't think he ever left it.
BLAKE: Tell him to resume course for Saurian Major, speed standard by two.
GAN: Understood.
(Jenna is examining what looks like lettering on the hull of the projectile)
BLAKE: (to Jenna) Anything?
JENNA: Most of it's been scraped away.
BLAKE: Must have been in space a long time.
JENNA: I wonder where it came from.
BLAKE: Ah, ha. More interesting is where it was going and why. Let's see if Avon's got any ideas.

[Space projectile - interior]

BLAKE: What do you think?
AVON: It's an old ship, or from a technologically backward culture. Sub light drive, so obviously the destination was outside the star system from which it was launched.
VILA: Obviously? ...Why?
AVON: They wouldn't bother to put the crew into suspended animation unless the journey was likely to last longer than the natural life span of a man. The cryogenic system halts the ageing and the decay. These two are probably hundreds of years old.
BLAKE: Is there any idea of where they were going and why?
AVON: No, but they weren't planning on coming back. All the instruments are set for landing. There's nothing for take off.
BLAKE: There'd be no point in going back. The world they left would be dead years ago.
AVON: No sign of any weapons. In fact there isn't much equipment at all. Either they were headed for a civilised destination where they expected a friendly reception or ...or we are missing the point entirely.
VILA: It all seems a bit single-minded to me.
AVON: I've cut in the re-animation unit. It will take a little while, but these two should come out of it and then they'll be able to tell us what it's all about.
BLAKE: Can we speed it up?
AVON: It's programmed. Interfere with it and you could kill them.
BLAKE: Well, there's no point in waiting around. We'll take a look at them in a couple of hours.
AVON: Oh, wait a minute, there is something we could do. We could take out the program in the auto-navigational unit, link it into our own computers and take a reading on planet of origin, the course and the destination.
BLAKE: It's worth a try.
(as Avon examines the controls the first alien's hand moves)

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

BLAKE: How are you getting on with that?
AVON: I'm still waiting for the decoders to work out the notational system. It's taking rather longer than I thought.
BLAKE: Has anyone been down to see our guests lately?
JENNA: Vila went down a little while ago.
BLAKE: And?
VILA: Thawing nicely. Couple of hours, we should be able to talk to them.
ZEN: Liberator is now in stationary orbit one thousand spacials from the surface of the planet Saurian Major.
BLAKE: Then it's time we went. Vila, ...I shall want you down there with me.
VILA: Oh. ...Right.
BLAKE: Bring your bag of tricks. ...Avon?
AVON: Isn't he enough?
BLAKE: Their detectors are concentrated on neutral space. We came in from Federation territory. They won't have spotted us yet. But they will, sooner or later, and I can do what needs to be done faster with your help.
AVON: No doubt.
BLAKE: Jenna will teleport us down.

[Teleport room]

BLAKE: Put Zen on constant scan. I want to know immediately if those Federation ships come into this system.
JENNA: Of course.
BLAKE: Gan, help Jenna keep an eye on those aliens, and remember, one of you must be on standby at all times. We may have to get off Saurian quickly.
GAN: Don't worry.
JENNA: How long are you going to stay down there?
BLAKE: Depends on what we find. Saurian day is about thirty-six hours. That should be all we need. ...(to Avon) Are you ready? ...Right. Put us down.

[Saurian Major - surface - day]

(Vila touches a plant and withdraws his hand quickly)
VILA: Ahrgh.
AVON: Did it sting you?
VILA: It's warm, ...clammy, ...bit like flesh.
(as Avon reaches out)
BLAKE: You have to be careful of the planet life around here. Some of it's carnivorous.
(Avon draws his hand back quickly)
BLAKE: Some species even have an intelligence rating.
VILA: Well, that's a comfort. I should hate to be eaten by something stupid.
BLAKE: Now look, this is the communications complex. This is where we are.
VILA: Looks like a long trek.
AVON: How do you intend to make contact with the rebels?
BLAKE: If they're any good, they'll make contact with us. We won't make any secret of our presence. Just set up camp and wait.
VILA: And if the security forces get to us first?
AVON: They won't patrol this far from the complex.
BLAKE: A small fire first, I think.

[Flight deck]

JENNA: No sign of pursuit ships yet.
GAN: Oh, they'll find us, ...sooner or later.
JENNA: And then we'll fight.
GAN: Yes.
JENNA: I keep wondering whether it wouldn't be better to opt out of all this, ...find a safe planet, ...hide.
GAN: They'd still find you.
JENNA: I suppose.
GAN: But if you wanted to leave, ...you know Blake wouldn't try to stop you.
JENNA: No, I know. ...What about you? Are going to stick with him?
GAN: I have to. I ...I want to stay alive, and to do that I need people I can rely on. I can't be on my own.
JENNA: What do you mean? ...Gan?
GAN: I killed a security guard. They said it was murder. But he had a gun. I was unarmed. You see, ...he killed my woman.
JENNA: That must have been terrible.
GAN: I'm sorry, my head aches. I'll be all right in a little while. I suppose I should go and look at our frozen friends.
JENNA: Relax, I'll go.
GAN: Thanks.

[Hold 5]

(Jenna hesitantly enters the projectile)

[Space projectile - interior]

(Jenna closes the cryogenic capsule holding the dead alien)
JENNA: Surely we left these open.
(Jenna opens the first cryogenic capsule. The inner cover is now fogged-up inside. When she opens it and feels the alien, his hand grabs her. Having freed herself she opens the second cryogenic capsule and finds it empty. Having checked the lock on the rear compartment, she exits the projectile. The first alien stirs)

[Hold 5]

JENNA: I know you're here. ...We're not going to harm you. ...There's no need to hide. ...Can you understand me, we're not going to harm you.
(a tool hits Jenna in the back. She finds the communicator has been broken. As she runs from the hold the second alien pursues her. She closes the door, trapping his arm. He grabs her but she bites his hand and he withdraws his arm allowing her to lock the door)

[Flight deck]

JENNA: Gan, one of them... ...Gan where are you?
GAN: What's happened? What's the matter?
JENNA: Gan, one of them attacked me. I tried talking to him but I couldn't make him understand.
GAN: It's all right, you're safe now. Where is he?
JENNA: He's in the hold. I've locked the door. He threw something at me. I think he's practically broken my arm.
GAN: Let's take a look at it, eh.
JENNA: I tried to get you on the communicator, but he'd smashed it. Then he rushed me.
GAN: He's probably frightened.
JENNA: No, he didn't look frightened. He just looked murderous.
GAN: Could be, he's been asleep for centuries, then, wakes up in a strange place, not knowing what's happening, (applying a healing pad to Jenna's arm) ...or why.
JENNA: He could be confused, I suppose. We have no idea what mental damage can be done by long term cryogenic suspension. (about her healed arm) That's amazing. ...Thank you.
GAN: You stay here. I'll go and sort him out.
JENNA: Gan! (handing him a gun) ...Be careful.
(communicator bleeps)
JENNA: (into communicator) Jenna.
BLAKE: (on communicator) Blake. We haven't made contact with the rebels yet. We're moving, reference three-three-four-zero. I'll call in again when we get there.
JENNA: Right.
BLAKE: Anything happen with the crew of the projectile.
JENNA: One of them... ...They're recovering. Everything's under control.

[Saurian Major - surface - day]

(a fire is burning)
BLAKE: Good. I'll check with you later. (into bracelet) Blake. Either of you found anything yet?
AVON: (into bracelet) Not a thing.
VILA: (into bracelet) Several plants with designs on my body. Apart from them, there's nothing else in sight.
BLAKE: All right, come on down. We'll try somewhere else.
(as Blake puts out the fire he is attacked from behind and rolls down a shale bank. Cally follows him and pins him to the ground with a foot)
CALLY: (telepathic) Who are you? ...Will you answer my question? Who are you? I ask you for the last time, who are you?
BLAKE: Do you mind if I get up.
(as he gets up and attempts to gain an advantage she is too quick for him)
CALLY: (telepathic) Try that again and I'll blow your head off. Now what are you doing here?
BLAKE: My name is Blake. I'm trying to make contact with the resistance group.
CALLY: (telepathic) How did you get here?
BLAKE: We came from...
(as he gets up he glances to one side and as she follows his look he knocks her weapon aside, grapples with her, falls back and throws her over his head. He grabs her weapon and covers her as she lies on her back)
CALLY: May you die alone and silent.
BLAKE: Well, you can talk then. You may be telepathic but you certainly can't read minds or you never would have fallen for that, would you!
CALLY: I will tell you nothing.
BLAKE: I'm not with the Federation Security force.
CALLY: I do not need to read minds to know that you lie.
BLAKE: I came here with two of my crew a few hours ago.
CALLY: I keep a check on the landing area. Nothing has come in or gone out.
BLAKE: I'm hardly likely to use the landing area, am I? I need to contact the resistance fighters.
CALLY: Your words are meaningless to me.
BLAKE: We came here to destroy the communication centre. Your people have information that would be invaluable to us.
CALLY: Oh, it is quite clear that you seek information.
BLAKE: (lowering the weapon) I'll make contact some other way. Take it. We'll manage without you.
CALLY: Can you prove what you say?
BLAKE: If I can get inside that centre I'll prove it with the biggest explosion you've ever seen.
CALLY: I might be able to help you. Perhaps.
BLAKE: Well, make up your mind I've got no more time to play games.
CALLY: What is it you want to know?
BLAKE: Let's start with 'Who you are?'.
CALLY: Cally, ...my name is Cally. (hears a noise and spins towards Vila) ...Out!
VILA: No need for belligerence, pretty lady. ...I'm harmless. ...Quick, isn't she?
CALLY: Is he one of your crew?
BLAKE: One of them.
AVON [OC]: And he's useless as he said.
AVON: I've had a gun on you the whole time. You were dead as soon as you broke cover.
VILA: Harmless was the word I used.
AVON: You couldn't even get that right. (to Cally) How do you come to be telepathic?
CALLY: I'm from the planet Auron. I was sent from there to aid the freedom fighters of this planet. But my people are the Auronar.
AVON: And they are telepathic.
CALLY: And quick. ...I would not have died alone.
VILA: Why can't you read our minds?
CALLY: Because you are not telepathic.
VILA: Could I read yours?
CALLY: You could receive my thought if I wished you to.
BLAKE: Cally, how do we contact the resistance force?
CALLY: There is no resistance force. They're all dead.
BLAKE: All of them?
CALLY: We were getting stronger. The security forces kept hunting us, but we knew the hills and jungles too well. We made an attack on the main generating plant, and for the first time, they saw us a real threat.
AVON: What happened?
CALLY: They released poison from the sky. All the fighters died, ...except me. ...Perhaps because I am alien to this planet.
BLAKE: You've been working alone ever since.
CALLY: My work was in communications. But there will be companions for my death. I plan to raid the complex, to destroy until I am destroyed.
BLAKE: Well, our aim's the same, but um, I wasn't planning a suicide mission.
VILA: I should hope not.
CALLY: He fears death?
VILA: I plan to live forever, ...or die trying.
BLAKE [OC]: If you can get us inside that complex...
BLAKE: ...we'll provide all the destruction you want, and still get out safely.
AVON: Or die trying.
CALLY: (telepathic) I will guide you.
BLAKE: She said yes.

[Teleport room]

(as Jenna comes in the lights dim briefly)
JENNA: (into communicator) Gan, are you all right?

[Corridor]

JENNA: (on communicator) Gan, respond please. Report your location.

[Hold 5]

JENNA: (distorted on broken communicator) Report your location.

[Teleport room]

JENNA: (on communicator) Gan, where are you?

[Corridors]

(Jenna with her gun at the ready begins making her way through the ship. A shadow is seen to stalk her)

[Hold 5]

JENNA: (quietly) Gan?
(a cable connects power to the projectile. Jenna inspects the cable)

[Space projectile - interior]

JENNA: Gan?

[Hold 5]

(the hold door slams)

[Space projectile - interior]

(as Jenna moves away a hand - Gan's - is seen reaching up from between the cryogenic capsules)

[Hold 5]

(she is attacked from behind by the first alien, who then draws a knife on her. She shoots him and Gan stumbles out of the projectile)
GAN: Ahrgh.
JENNA: What happened?
GAN: Jenna, ...couldn't stop them. Couldn't stop them. Implant...
JENNA: What?
GAN: This.
(he points to the implant in his head which she feels)
JENNA: Brain implants.
GAN: Limiter. ...Not possible for me to kill now.
JENNA: Gan, what happened in the projectile.
GAN: Never wanted to... They kill... ...anyone, everyone who isn't theirs.
JENNA: One of them is already dead.
GAN: The other one. I saw his face, Jenna. ...Despises us. ...Ahrgh...
(he passes out)

[Saurian Major transceiver complex exterior]

(they move through the complex at ground level)
CALLY: (telepathic) It's clear.
(they ascend a stairway and cross a roof to a door which they enter)

[Saurian Major - transceiver complex - interior]

(they cross an upper level and descend to a lower level. There are many guards in evidence)
BLAKE: This is it. The control room for the para-neutronic generator. If we can sabotage the limiter settings, the chain reaction will blow this entire complex off the planet.
AVON: We'll need to blast the door. That will alert the guards before we've even started.
VILA: (to Avon) Listen fingers, computers are yours, doors are mine. Right?
BLAKE: You can open it?
VILA: One side please. ...There you are.
BLAKE: Good, very good.
VILA: It was almost nothing.
(they are spotted and a guard yells)
BLAKE: Everybody inside. Come on, quick.
(the alarm sounds as they rush to the generator control room)

[Saurian Major - transceiver complex - generator control room]

AVON: Vila!
BLAKE: Avon, can you do it?
AVON: Five minutes. ...I know, 'Make it two'.

[Teleport room]

(as Jenna returns the lights dim briefly a couple of times. The second alien attacks her and although she throws him she loses her gun and he kicks her, severely winding her. He looks at the gun but throws it down and draws a knife. Gan stumbles in but cannot fire his gun. Although the alien disarms Gan, Jenna retrieves her gun and kills the alien)
JENNA: (coughing) It's all right. ...We got them. ...Everything's over.

[Saurian Major - transceiver complex - generator control room]

AVON: Adjuster.
(Cally hands him a tool)
BLAKE: The door won't hold much longer.
AVON: I'm nearly finished. Magnetic probe.
VILA: That's running up into the danger level.
AVON: I have to neutralise the safety circuits. Otherwise it will close down the reactor.

[Saurian Major - transceiver complex - corridor]

(the guards in the corridor are firing at the door)

[Saurian Major - transceiver complex - generator control room]

BLAKE: (giving Cally a teleport bracelet) Put this on.
CALLY: What is it?
BLAKE: Our way out. Put it on.

[Teleport room]

(the lights dim again)
JENNA: Gan, the aliens have linked their ship to our power source. ...I'm getting a very heavy power loss. ...I'll have to disconnect. ...You'll be all right, won't you?
GAN: Yes.

[Flight deck]

ZEN: Olag Gan. Basic decoding of projectile's autolog is now complete. Occupants are identified as programmed guardians. They are conditioned to eliminate any lifeform which could be a threat to the brood units and genetic banks contained in the rear section of the projectile. Liberator's crew are such a threat and will be attacked. There are four guardians. Repeat, four guardians.
GAN: Jenna! ...Jenna.

[Hold 5]

(Jenna is looking at the power connection)

[Teleport room]

GAN: Jenna!
(Gan passes out)

[Hold 5]

(Jenna starts to disconnect the power connection)

[Space projectile - interior]

(a hand unlocks the rear compartment)

[Hold 5]

(Jenna is using tools to disconnect the power connection)

[Saurian Major - transceiver complex - corridor]

(the guards continue their barrage)

[Saurian Major - transceiver complex - generator control room]

(a grab moves into the control mechanism)

[Saurian Major - transceiver complex - corridor]

(the barrage continues)

[Saurian Major - transceiver complex - generator control room]

(the grab pulls out part of the control mechanism)
AVON: Got it! Reaction's building. Nothing can stop this generator now.
BLAKE: (into bracelet) Jenna, we're ready. Stand by to bring us up. ...Control!...

[Teleport room]

(Gan comes to)
BLAKE: (on communicator) ...Control! Now! Jenna, Gan, teleport now! ...Can you hear me?

[Saurian Major - transceiver complex - generator control room]

AVON: It's going... It's going up.
BLAKE: (into bracelet) Teleport now!

[Teleport room]

(Gan manages to operate the controls)

[Saurian Major - transceiver complex - generator control room]

(as the group is teleported out the security guards break in as the generator control explodes)

[Hold 5]

(Jenna continues the delicate disconnection task)

[Space projectile - interior]

(the rear compartment begins to open)

[Teleport room]

BLAKE: Where's Jenna?
GAN: Jenna? ...In the hold.
BLAKE: Look after him.

[Hold 5]

(as a third alien creeps up on Jenna with his knife drawn, Blake comes in)
BLAKE: Jenna!
(Jenna turns and Blake pushes the third alien against power connections and he is electrocuted)

[Flight deck]