As powerful as Moya is, without a crew she is in many ways quite vulnerable. While the DRDs can attend to her basic needs, she is unable to, say, bargain with Zenetan Pirates or outsmart hostile Peacekeepers without the help of a resourceful crew. Beyond that, Moya and I both find great fulfillment in serving others and would be remiss if left alone.

So when some of our crew recently contemplated leaving due to her temporarily reduced performance parameters, the insinuation hurt Moya's pride. She was anxious to prove her worth to them -- too anxious, as things turned out.

In an effort to show that she could still protect us from capture Moya chose to starburst immediately. This was unwise. The energy required to sustain her growing child severely limited the output of Moya's power cells and the strain of a full starburst was too much for the nurturing Leviathan. She ran out of energy mid-starburst and crashed into...something.

In the chaos that followed the collision, Rygel, D'Argo, and Aeryn went missing. While my sensors still detected them onboard, we could find no trace of them anywhere. During his search for our missing shipmates, Crichton discovered the cause of this strange disparity. Moya had punctured through the seam between space-time and was partially stuck in the space between the dimensions of normal space.

I was somewhat familiar with the "Dimensional Schism" hypothesis, but never imagined I would experience its jarringly real effects firsthand. Just as a single beam of light can be divided into a spectrum of colors, Moya herself had become fractured into four distinct dimensions. Our missing crew members were not gone. They merely existed aboard the fractured elements of Moya within these different dimensions.

And they were not alone. Some sort of creature was attempting to manifest in each of these dimensions. As we tried to reverse Moya away from the rupture, this creature became more and more agitated. Judging from the apparent violence of its manifestations, this trans-dimensional entity was willing to go to great, even fatal, lengths to prevent us from escaping. Yet with each passing moment, Moya was splintering further apart. If the separate grew complete, we would quite simply cease to exist.

Guest Cast

Gigi Edgley..............Chiana

Writer..................David Kemper
Director.................Ian Watson