[He's a scientist, not a boxer. And, those guys have guns. He might have been able to pistol whip one just in time to be shot down by the other. He thought maybe they could have preserved their cover. Well, apparently not.

Or, hang on...maybe.

Oh. Nope.]

This way!

[Crichton pulls out in front, taking the lead as he barrels towards the docking bay where the transports should be. The...unarmed transports. Hm. That's not going to go well.]

Doctor, over here! Get in this!

[He'd found one of the Peacekeeper prowlers instead. A tight fit for both of them, but sure beats the hell out of being blown to pieces. He hops in the driver seat, not waiting for an answer.]

Pilot!

[He hails the pilot of Moya through the comms which, surprisingly, is still working.]

Pilot, This is commander John! You don't know me, but if you and Moya ever value your freedom you will open the hangar door for me!

Who are you? [Comes back from Pilot over the comm.]

Please! Pilot, I promise, if you let us go right now, I will come back for you one day. You'll be freed from that control collar and you will be free! But, you have to do it now!

[There's a very long silence, during which Crichton starts up the prowler. He can't blast his way out of here. He can't do that to Moya. Please, pilot! Please!

Suddenly, the hangar door opens!]

Ha HA! Thank you Pilot! I'm sorry for what they might do to you for this, but I promise you, one day it will all be worth it!

[And, once both are inside the ship, out they will zoom into the black of space, out to the next challenge, getting past all the rest.]

Well, this plan is really going smoothly isn't it?

[About as well as all of them go. Isn't that the truth?]