The Command Carrier

Sikozu snuck back in, as quiet and stealthily as she made her way out. There was still no one around. With the same amount of caution, she made her way to a secluded room and accessed the comm station.

The communication was brief and coded in a way no Peacekeeper intelligence officer would be able to crack. Neither would Scorpius. Satisfied, she returned to her quarters.

That was when he told her. John Crichton was dead.

And the plan she had just set in motion was utterly ruined.