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We had escaped Katratzi, and life seemed good. At least, it seemed good to me and Chiana.

Then Braca's Command Carrier caught up with us. Braca had intercepted a Scarran communication. Emperor Staleek had ordered a ship to go through the wormhole to invade Earth and obtain the crystherium that grows there.

Scorpius urged John to make an alliance with the Peacekeepers, to deter the Scarrans from moving against Earth. Instead, John banished Scorpius and Sikozu to the Command Carrier while we raced ahead to the wormhole. Pilot and Moya even employed an extra-nauseating extended Starburst to get us there ahead of the Scarran ship that was already on its way.

John spent most of the trip working on wormhole equations. He was preparing to close the wormhole: Puncturing its "bubble" from the end nearest Earth would cause the wormhole to fold back in on itself and collapse. John was going to destroy the only way he knew to get home — forever.

Unfortunately, John lacked the senses and reflexes needed to puncture the wormhole's bubble perfectly. He had given up hope and was about to make a deal with Scorpius. That's when Pilot volunteered to let himself be separated from Moya (a process that would cause him and Moya intense pain) and placed in a Transport Pod, so that he could fly the bubble-popping maneuver.

There were only two problems. Moya objected, and Pilot would die if he were separated from her for more than an arn.

The risk to Pilot was horrible, but there were billions of innocent lives at stake. I grudgingly severed Pilot's connection to Moya. It was heartbreaking to inflict such hideous suffering on them, even with their consent. Not even Stark could alleviate their agony.

Pilot, John and Aeryn were soon on their way. John's final visit to his homeworld was too short. From Earth's moon he contacted his father and said good-bye. I think of the last time I saw my son, Jothee, and I can imagine how they both must have felt.

Back on Moya, we could only wait. Most of the ship was dormant, although Chiana, using her special sight, had been able to memorize the most critical of Pilot's functions. The effort had blinded her, but because of it we had enough systems online to let us track the approaching Scarran Stryker craft. It fired at us as it passed, causing severe damage. After it disappeared into the wormhole, we all feared the worst. And as the captain, I couldn't help but feel solely responsible.

But, as the wormhole opened on John's end, Pilot flew the Transport Pod perfectly through the wormhole's bubble. It began collapsing behind the Pod as our friends sped back to us. The Scarrans, flying straight into the wormhole's collapsing terminus, were obliterated.

Our friends came home.

Moya was injured, and she needed time to re-bond with Pilot, both mentally and physically. We landed on a planet called Qujaga, whose oceans contained minerals that would heal Moya's wounds and soothe her pain. While Moya drifted in the sea, my biggest concern was that Chiana was still blind. Her vision had always recovered before, but this time we feared it wouldn't. We planned to see a Diagnosan about it as soon as we left Qujaga.

Meanwhile, John took Aeryn for a boat ride. We watched them from the forward portal as Aeryn told John something that made him shout at the sky. When he was done waving his fist, he knelt and gave her a ring, which Chiana said is what humans do instead of exchanging Union Tattoos. John and Aeryn were going to be married.

Then the alien ship came out of nowhere. It buzzed blindingly fast over their little boat, circled, then headed for them again.

John and Aeryn tried to make it back to Moya, but there was nothing they — or any of us — could do. The alien ship fired a strange weapon at them. John and Aeryn turned into crystal and shattered into a thousand glittering fragments.

Just like that. Gone. For no good reason. For no noble cause.

The universe has frelled with us for cycles. I felt it owed us some happiness: to Chiana for her dead brother and her blindness; to Rygel for the kingdom his cousin stole from him; to me for the loss of Lo'Laan and Jothee; to Aeryn for her suffering at the hands of the Scarrans. And especially to John, for giving up his only way home, for the tortures he has suffered, for the sacrifices he made and the risks he took for all of us.

I had been dangerously close to believing the universe was going to pay its debt to us. But it doesn't work that way. The universe doesn't keep score, or care.

Aeryn, you always had strength; John, you always had hope. I will not let these things die with you. I will live as you have taught me. And one day, I will avenge you.

Be at peace, my friends.

— Ka D'Argo, commander of the Leviathan Moya