Aeryn worries that their weapons will be useless if they're Scarrans; John of course is like, "It's totally gonna be Scarrans." Scorpius joins John in the plants: "She cannot be taken alive, John." He drags Scorpius down into the plants and tells him to STFU about that. "Am I wrong," asks Chiana, "or are we frelled?" Sikozu shakes her head: "No." Got a new magic power, do ya? Of course she does. She finally spills about the whole bioloid thing: "There are others like me. We are part of a resistance movement dedicated to overthrowing Scarran domination." In the shaft, a Scarran smells and then notices the bomb. "We are genetically engineered to kill Scarrans by emitting an intense radiation that specifically destroys their heat-producing gland."
John asks if anybody else knew about this, and Aeryn literally goes, "Bwuh?" John drops his head and sighs; D'Argo tells Sikozu to go ahead and be magical some more. "Not without a promise first. If the Scarrans were to learn there are others engineered like myself, they would kill millions of innocents to root us out." D'Argo shakes his head. She's still learning how we do things. "Sikozu, we're a team. Your promise is safe."
The elevator stops and the leader orders the Guards to take formation. They prime their weapons and face the door. As it opens, you can tell they're leaving the bomb there.
Sikozu shakes her head and sighs sadly. "D'Argo...the Scarrans are very good at retrieving the truth." John and Aeryn, as one, assure her they're never getting tortured again. I'm Butch. This is Sundance. D'Argo: "Agreed. Go." The family enters a pact, led by Sikozu, that says freedom outweighs safety. They won't go down again.
As the Scarrans head out into the cavern, Sikozu hands D'Argo the keychip: "Do not look upon me." Scorpius stands up too and she gives him a hard look: "Especially you." John pulls Scorpius back down into the field of flowers; Sikozu stands alone. The Scarrans reach the stairs and sight her: "Kalish, present yourself and surrender." They start toward her. This is why she's a worthy lover for Scorpius: she burns. In the chamber of the Matriarch, Sikozu holds her arms out, cruciform, and slowly begins to rise in the air, giving off a rose-colored glow. She shimmers; waves of radiation play across the field. The leader hisses, trains his gun on her; she becomes brighter and brighter. The Scarrans gag and scream. She is the embodiment of a people's rage; the power of political protest. She's the burning truth of justice, in a field of flowers. She's Johnny Radiation and Molly Pitcher, Harriet Tubman and anyone who ever drew the line of responsibility around herself further than her own eye could see. She is revolution, beautiful and terrible, self-sacrificing, recombinant and self-resurrecting. I go on and on, but come on: there's not enough room in the speed of this story to spend this much time on a single image unless it counts. Unless she was La Bomba all along.