Eydie interrupts, "You're saying that nobody had a problem with Crais's plan?" Zhaan admits that right about then, D'Argo got pissy. She says, "He's a Luxan and Luxans are subject to fits of hyper-rage. Well, and he lost his son, you know. That made him edgy." Edgy is one word for it.
Flashback. D'Argo shouts, "I will not be a party to this!" Crichton calmly asks what the problem is, and D'Argo says that Crais going to get dangerous weapons installed on Talyn. Crichton wavers, and admits that D'Argo has a point. Wow, she thinks Crichton's whipped in several ways. Stark seems to support Crais's plan. Once again, Crais says that Talyn would be more destructive without his guidance. This time it's Crichton who asks, "Don't you mean, your control?" Crais says that he can't always control Talyn. Aeryn fondles the neural link and says she'll teach Talyn to behave. Oh my. Self-defense, Halosians, and cue the Plokavians. So, according to Zhaan, Stark was agreeable, Aeryn was militaristic, Crichton was dopey, and D'Argo was surly.
Crais greets the Plokavians, saying they're right on time, Stark and Zhaan move to look at the hologram of the ship while Aeryn lurks behind them. Stark says it's a lovely ship, and Zhaan agrees. She's really not very subtle at all. Something beeps and flashes, and Aeryn says, "Weapons console malfunction. " The cannon rises up out of Talyn. Crichton moves toward the console, saying that they have to disarm it. Aeryn waves him away, snapping, "You might set it off!"
Zap, boom. Rubble flies toward Talyn, shaking it. Crais exclaims, "The Plokavians will have great difficulty believing that was an accident. We'd better go!" It's quite a long, articulate exclamation, really. Zhaan's a terrible liar. Zhaan says that they should wait to explain in case "the authorities" turn up. Crais vetoes that, and pulls out his spare transponder. "Leave now, or I'll force you!" he shouts, as he pops it in. Zhaan helpfully tells Stark, "He has another transponder." Ha! Even in her own version of events, she offers redundant exposition. The guns pop out of the walls, and Aeryn and Crichton cower hilariously. Crais orders them to go, and Crichton and Aeryn skedaddle. Crichton has the most amusing terrified expression, while Zhaan looks completely calm. Heh. She voiceovers, "There was nothing we could do, so we boarded the transport pod to return to Moya."