Aeryn and Sikozu hide from the Scarrans and their prisoners, and run into Chiana and Noranti, who approach her. Chiana takes in the sight of Grayza bound and whispers, "Frell." After the detachment passes, Aeryn steps out and gestures to Sikozu: "Follow them," she mouths, and Sikozu takes off. "What the frell happened to you two?" she asks, turning to Chiana. They explain it's temporary, and admit they haven't grabbed the modulator yet. (The "upgrades" to Moya follow a rigorous scheme as well, as we move to each successive level of the political game: meet your first PK Tech and see the PKs for what they are and gain defense; meet God and get a steward; meet the Scarrans and realize Grayza isn't the problem, you get a cloak that turns you into anything. Moya grows too.) Aeryn tells Chiana not to worry about the Scarrans and that whole mess, just get the modulator and be at the pod. She takes off, leaving Aeryn and Noranti to list assets again. "Right, we're low on weapons." Noranti shrugs: "I didn't bring any guns. I don't have any guns." Aeryn asks her what kind of Granny Blow she can make. "Fyang powder. It's a wonderful substance, it'll put anyone to sleep instantly." Good, says Aeryn. "Except I don't have any." Not good. Noranti digs through a pouch: "However, this looks like mayla spores. They're very powerful." Aeryn asks if it'll work on Scarrans and Charrids; Noranti doesn't know.
War Minister Ahkna stands near a large open sarcophagus of science, inside which Grayza's locked. Braca's got his hands tied overhead around a nearby pipe; Pennoch looks on. Grayza assures Ahkna that "this blunder" will cost her dearly, and Ahkna (kind of correctly, I think) says really the blunder was Grayza's. Braca shouts how she's just started a war she can't win, that the PK wormhole technology will decimate your planet. Which is only a safe bet for Ahkna if he's wrong, but if she knew that she wouldn't be doing this, so I don't know what she's up to exactly -- oh wait, yes I do. It has to do with the device Grayza's standing in. Gotcha. Cake and eat it too. Pennoch heat-breaths Braca some more and snots, "You terrify me." Braca sags in his bonds, and Pennoch asks if he's really necessary: "When he no longer has a use, may I be the one to dispose of him?" She says he can, and then exposits that they're going to get back in their Stryker and rendezvous with her Dreadnaught.