The crew invited T'raltixx, a blind mechanic-type, aboard the ship with promises to make modifications to Moya that would protect us from Scorpius' pursuit. Crichton immediately expressed the fact that he did not trust T'raltixx, and I had to restrain myself from asking him why he thought it was acceptable to allow such an untrustworthy being aboard. Still, I must acknowledge that our new guest took great pains to appear innocent, at least at first.

T'raltixx tested his modifications on Crichton's Farscape One module, and to all observing it seemed that the module (as well as Crichton, who was opportunely sitting beside the module) disappeared from view. This technology would truly be a wonderful asset in our flight from Scorpius, and the crew was eager to outfit Moya with the adaptation.

Meanwhile, Aeryn and Chiana returned from the Commerce Planet, where they had obtained one of the "Wanted: John Crichton" beacons Scorpius had placed. Officer Sun hoped to use the beacon to determine Scorpius' location so we could head in the opposite direction. Also on the Commerce Planet, Aeryn and Chiana were able to acquire some rudimentary food, though that acquisition — several crates of "crackers" — ended up causing more trouble than good.

In order to perform the necessary motifications to Moya, T'raltixx had to take us to his homeworld, a trip that required our passage between five closely grouped pulsars near his planet. He informed us that the proximity to the pulsars might cause personality shifts in "lesser beings" — namely, the crew. The occurrence was pleasurable for Zhaan, who, as a vegetable-based lifeform, experienced photogasms from the light. The rest of us, I'm ashamed to admit, fared less well.

T'raltixx explained that our optic nerves were being affected, triggering brain activity that resulted in extreme emotional responses, mostly in the form of acute sense of distrust. And indeed we did begin to distrust everything and everyone around us. I found myself distrusting and even hating the crew. And throughout the ship, they, too, were turning against one another. These regularly companionable...well, tolerant shipmates picked up arms against one another, suspicious of everyone and willing to protect with deadly force their fair share ... of crackers.

	Wayne Pygram	. . . . . .	Scorpius
	Danny Adcock	. . . . . .	T'raltixx

	Writer	. . . . . .	Justin Monjo
	Director	. . . . . .	Ian Watson

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