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I don't know where you get your information.

I'm a legitimate businessman. I got the data on you, Novak.

Ain't no mistake. You're the one.

Mr. Chorsky.

In basic lingo, you got the wrong man. Okay? Comprende? Okay.

Fine.

DNA test will settle this.

Good God, man.

Do I look like a criminal? I'm just a little

old iridium miner from Pluto. Finger. Now.

Cocktail?

Well, good golly.

I know I could certainly use a little drink. How about you, Mr. Chorsky? No.

No drinks. Give me your finger, Novak.

As you wish. But all I'm guilty of is trying to make an honest living.

Nothing has value for me if it ain't honestly

come by. Isn't that right, Belle darling?

Never a true word.

You sure about a little drink, Mr. Chorsky?

Look, you stupid bitch.

How many times have I got to say it?

Now, who's a stupid bitch?

Come here, my little firecracker.

I know it ain't much.

It's all yours, darling.

To me, it looks like heaven, Pluto.

We have been eating this same slop for a week now. It's all there is.

Something wrong with him?

Caravaggio? You called? Can you do something about this, please?

Such as what? I don't know. It's disgusting.

Am I responsible for the purchasing of the supplies?

No.

Do I set the menu? Do I cook the meals?

Look, all I'm saying... All you're saying is that

you want me to make something from nothing.

Do you want better food? Go out and get it.

Okay, you have a galactic animal weight, don't you?

And, young lady, you skipped the last two tutorials.

I didn't skip. I was busy with the ship.

And faint from lack of nourishment.

Percy, you cannot neglect your studies.

You never know where life's gonna take you, Percy. You should always be prepared.

Why am I getting a lecture?

I hate to interrupt this touching familial moment,

but... Listen up, my favorite motley crew.

I am sending you on vacation. You're going to Pluto.

A big job's come down that frozen pipe.

Pluto's a slag heap, you idiot.

There has been a confirmed sighting of war criminal Doc Novak.

Now in the business of iridium ore.

Now, you may not know this...

But he's the Butcher of Callisto.

He goes by the pseudonym of Covon.

Now, isn't that the cleverest cover you have ever heard?

So hustle your butts.

This has already been broadcast to all licensed operators.

The competition is gonna be fierce.

That idiot Chorsky's probably already there.

He gives vultures a bad name.

You remember that muck-up he caused during his last Ganymede drop?

They were mopping up after him for months.

An embarrassment, eh, Montana?

What about you? Apply the course to Pluto.

Already done.

Gravitational offset engaged?

Of course. Graviton coils calibrated to 93% of the light curve.

It's still going to take forever.

Well, that gives you plenty of time to take care of your studies, huh?

Hey, don't be a smart aleck.

Yes, I will.

Don't. Don't.

Behind the military cleansing operation on Callisto

was a genetically motivated purist ideology.

Ironically, it was these purists who subjected their prisoners to truly horrifying

medical genetic research experiments that were anything but pure.

The infamous Dr. Novak was the foremost practitioner

of those horrific research projects.

Fragments of which are shown here in rare archived Callistian footage.

These frightening images show a few of the victims of medical engineering which,

according to Novak, was intended to speed the evolution

of human biology to its ultimate destiny.

Novak himself was once a brilliant metagenetopathologist,

but the atrocities committed under his tenure as the first officer for

public health soon earned him the moniker the Butcher of Callisto.

Over 20,000 patients suffered unspeakably as experiments

in various forms of genetic and nanotech

alterations to the human form were carried out under his direct or indirect orders,

all under the approval of the leaders of the Callistian Republic,

who shared Novak's near-mystical sense that destiny was tied to his work.

Eventually, combined lunar and Martian forces came to

Callisto and laid siege to the Callistian government.

In April 2254, Conflict on Callisto exploded into all-out ethno-cultural war.

True to its word, the breakaway Callistian Republic

declared itself the guardian of human destiny,

and used its now impressive military might to

eradicate those populations it saw as impure.

That is, anyone who was altered by cybernetic, robotic, or means other than...

The electromagnetic anomaly increasing.

Increasing how?

You aren't going to believe this, but every 28,693 years,

the outmost edge of a rogue, older anomaly intersects Pluto's orbit.

Wow, in our solar system? I don't believe it.

Oda, the famed astronomer,

predicted a visit every 20,000 to 40,000 years of an unknown anomaly intense in

electromagnetic fluctuations that would appear in this part of the solar system.

Yeah, Oda.

He went insane and ate parts of his body till he virtually consumed himself.

Holy.

Sounds like he ate better than we do.

Hey, hey.

Older predicted that bubble universes intersecting

in the tenth dimension could fragment a black hole.

That's what we're dealing with. Its effect is not very predictable.

I don't think this is a good sign.

We better postpone the mission till this blows over.

Caravaggio, when is the full effect of the Older anomaly expected?

Hard to estimate, but I expect within the next 18 to 22 hours.

Sounds like enough time to get that damn butcher to me.

What's her problem?

Hell if I know.

Caravaggio, is there any more information about

the impact this anomaly may have on our mission?

Get in and get out as soon as possible.

Big help you want.

Of course I got it. Titanium, iridium, any bleeding idiom you want.

What a better deal. You want a cut, right? What do you think,

I'm running a charity here? I'll tell you what.

You take 10,000 metric tons of ore off my hands, I'll give you the rest at cost.

Darling?

Sorry to bother you, but it looks like more visitors.

Unscheduled.

What is it with these people?

It's amazing how that thing is still standing.

Yeah, they protect the dome.

The electromagnetic effects of the anomaly are increasing.

Oh, it's going to get worse before it gets better.

Incoming.

Unidentified vessel. This is private property. State your business.

Hey, how the hell are you, friend?

We're from Universal Metals out of, uh... Neptune.

Saturn.

We're looking to buy a few metric tons of, um... Radium.

Titanium.

Well, a Martian breeding ball's turd and a three'll get you nine, son.

If you're here to talk serious metal ore, you've come to the right place.

Come on down, friend.

Rusty will greet you. He'll show you the sharp end of the business.

Set yourselves down along Channel 19.

You can't miss it.

Nobody just shows up all the way out here.

Seems like a real nice guy.

Yeah.

They project this into the... I mean, how do they do that?

What?

The projecting of the... I mean, isn't that going to break up the planet?

I don't know.

I called up the registry on them.

Not much in any way of all cargo holds.

Titanium, my ass. Trans-utopian luxury liner.

Billy Ray, get over here ASAP.

I know, I know, homework.

Eon.

Wait, wait.

While you're down there, can you get me some food?

Anything else, Princess?

I could use a new cybernetic tray with a 9000 series amplified diagnostic chassis.

Your uncle's losing what little sense of humor he had.

No, he's not. You're just not funny.

Shuttle powder?

Yep, son of a bitch isn't getting away with it this time.

Those are non-lethal. He's worth a lot more alive than dead.

I'm worried, sweetheart.

How is it they just keep coming?

Where are they getting their information?

There's gotta be someone you can talk to.

Oh, it's just my competitors.

Trying to shut me down for good.

Now, now.

You just work too hard.

Maybe you're right. Break sounds real good right now. Somewhere hot and steamy.

Not like this snowball we're on.

Somewhere hot.

Absolutely. Why don't you do some research, darling?

Find us some place out of the way, but chock full of those sweet amenities.

You mean it?

Absolutely.

When haven't I meant what I said?

Come back later?

I'll get on it right away.

You should have seen me with those safety inspectors, boss.

They're inspecting the insides of their islands now.

Permanently.

Download into that ship up there. If they don't

know who they say they are, deal with it.

You got it.

Shake, rattle, roll!

I gave his cover as metal ore dealers, universal metals.

Should work long enough for us to catch him.

Fine.

CMRT, Core Magnetic Resonating Technology. Percy was telling me about this stuff.

They project an electromagnetic dome, and with the basic terraforming equipment,

My first tour of duty with the Rangers was on a Callisto.

Twenty years old. And job one was to liberate a concentration camp.

Guess you don't forget something like that too quickly.

Never stop trying, though.

Here I am.

Did you feel that? I think I've been compromised.

Really? It's probably just an old anomaly web. Let's go.

Let's start with 2257 and the conclusion of the Callisto Civil War.

Who needs history?

Apparently, not you.

I expect you to give our visitors a nice friendly hello, Rusty.

Particularly if they're not acting all that friendly.

Understand what I'm saying?

Say no more, boss.

Ain't your business.

How the hell are you? We're with Universe Medals, here to see Kayvon.

Not looking for any trouble, we just want to talk to him.

More damn bounty hunters.

We're here on business, pal.

The real serious kind.

Warning, virus detected in Blue Zone 4. Initiate antiviral program.

Billy Ray's the real deal.

Initiate anti-anti program.

Thank you. Thank you very much. It's time to shake, rattle, and roll.

In the two months between April 13, 2254 and June 15,

lightly armed populations fought a rearguard action

from small defended enclaves of resistance.

These were the impure and their sympathizers,

citizens who were cybernetically as opposed to genetically enhanced.

These mutant Callistian citizens fought a brave, if desperate,

and losing battle against the military might of Callistian Republic forces.

Help did eventually come in the form of a joint lunar-Martian force that

eventually defeated the government and liberated its surviving victims.

This is terrible. Have you seen this? Look what they did to these people.

Awful.

Whoa.

Uh, end program.

What's the matter with you? You look like crap.

I don't know, Percy. Some kind of infection.

Trying to isolate it. Can't seem to find my antivirus bracelet.

Can't find your program, you say?

Looks to me like you could use some glasses.

Who are you? I knew it. A renegade attack virus. Get off my ship.

Time to shake, rattle, and roll them bones, you old fart.

Old fart.

Ew.

Caravaggio, this is not good.

Car!

Can't catch me.

Get him, Kerr!

Backup system is now online.

This virus has infected 72% of ship's main operating systems.

Who do you think you are, causing all this mayhem?

Mayhem?

I like that. Insolent hooligan! Who do you think I am? I mean,

if you haven't lost all your marbles yet.

I'll show you, punk! Whatever you say, old goat.

Let's rumble, pups!

Behind you.

Say your prayers.

It's time to meet your low-res, low-rise maker.

Game, set, match.

Excuse me.

Dante, this is Percy.

Please come in.

Oh, crap.

Meet the new boss.

I ain't nothing like the old one.

Nothing I can do, boss.

They're not human.

Some kind of superman.

Shut up.

Call yourself a bodyguard.

Get back to the yard.

Amour, I found the perfect spot.

A resort on the dark side of the moon. Artificial heat, obviously,

but listen to the facility.

Don't think about that right now.

But I... For Christ's sake, we got us a situation here, Belle.

I'm sorry.

I thought this was important to you.

It is.

It is, really.

Have I not been side by side with you since day one?

Only an AI unit could have been more faithful.

So now you're calling me a robot?

Oh, darling, you know better than that. A robot could never warm my heart.

I guess I'll be keeping you warm till the end.

Only if destiny is on my side, gorgeous.

Now maybe you could, maybe you could take care of our little situation.

Yeah.

Ready?

Yeah, let's do it.

He still loves me. He still loves me.

He still loves me.

He does.

Lisa, me sure. I'm sorry about Rusty's manners.

Universal medals. I can't say I've ever heard of you, but what do I know?

Well, here you are, the pair of you. Now that's the way to go through life, eh?

Side by side with the one you love.

Anyway, come in, come in.

No one ever leaves here without a smile on their face.

I bought my first little mine at the end of the Civil War.

Now I'm the third largest bulk metal ore company west of Jupiter.

We need to have a little talk with you, Mr. Kayvon.

I'm a man who's more than what you see here. Not only am I a businessman,

I take the losers, the dregs, the walking women, and I give them another chance.

I give my employees shelter, honest work, a chance to recover their broken lives.

You mentioned the Civil War.

Was that on Callisto?

Callista, I thought you were here to deal metal.

I served on Callista.

There was a man there. His name was Novak, Mr. Cabon.

He was leader of a research team called the Hand of God,

a self-appointed cultural genetic cleansing group.

Does it sound at all familiar to you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm just a businessman trying to make an honest credit, that's all.

Right, right, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So you wouldn't mind doing a DNA scan then, would you?

When will I be released from the curse of jackals like you?

Hey, uh, just think of it as a chance to clear your name, okay?

Yeah. All right.

I'll play you a little game.

It's negative.

What have you done?

You know, now that you've come to mention it, I think

I might have been on that... Where'd you call it?

Callisto. I once had a very different calling.

Bioengineering. I was gonna create the new man.

Something divine.

What did you say?

Look, don't let him bother you. We're gonna take him on the ship,

do a full DNA diagnostic with Caravaggio, okay? Hold on.

I don't have to go anywhere with you.

Okay, wait, you said something about divine.

Look...

You got the wrong man.

I didn't do anything.

Whoa!

That's enough! What's the matter with you? Are you crazy?

He has to pay for what he did.

He will pay for what he's done.

That's why we're taking him in. I didn't do anything. I'm innocent.

The cluster lived. Come on, you.

We're flying out of Pluto's orbit with no propulsion, no communication.

Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this?

Get with the stream, chicky.

I can't listen to this.

Bring the wise and Billy Ray's around.

Open the door.

Say pretty please with chocolate sprinkles on top first.

Then die a slow, painful death chucklehead.

Because Billy Ray's the old hound dog around here now.

Rusty, we need your help. Now.

Say no more, boss.

You're making a big mistake.

I'm gonna sue your ass till you don't have a thimble to piss in.

Keep talking. It'll make the trip feel short.

What can I do to convince you you're wrong?

Look, I got my own DNA ID kit, state-of-the-art. Let's go back to my office.

If I'm wrong, I'll go with you. No questions asked.

Really?

Okay, sure. Why not?

Listen.

Listen, I'll pay you.

Double your bounty fee.

Just look the other way.

Hear that, Luke? He offered his double. Make a triple and you've got a deal.

Crap.

It's all crap. Boo!

Look, this is my friend. Can you undo what you did?

Oh, the babe has teeth.

Billy Ray likes.

Don't call me babe, dickhead.

Maybe Billy Ray can help you with your little problem here.

Hey, don't give me the cruelty freeze. It hurts,

Billy Ray. I'm here to help. Truly, I am.

You did all this.

I suppose I did.

Let me offer to help make it a whole lot worse.

Look, you don't scare me. You're a hologram.

I got lots of surprises.

You want to see some more?

You and me can try every position on this boat, babe.

Can you stop this, please?

When Billy Ray say jump, you say which way.

Which way?

Keep going!

Now!

We're finished. Drop your weapon, bounty hunter.

Drop it or I'll finish her.

All right.

All right.

Just let her go.

Release me first.

Way to go, honey! You did it!

My hero!

Try live one, asshole, huh?

No!

Lawrence is dead or alive. Either way is fine by me.

No.

What?

He has to be taken alive.

What are you talking about? He doesn't know, does he?

Doesn't know what?

Back at my office.

I'll show you.

Cover us. Luke, what the hell are you doing?

Go.

Trust me!

Let him go.

You'd better not screw with me. Go away. I never want to see you again.

What are you talking about?

Damn you! Where are you going?

We're finished.

What's the dealio?

We're being pulled into the older.

That can't be good. Guess it's good night, sweet princess.

Time for some last-minute mayhem.

He promised.

All right, lady, put down that gun.

I don't want to hurt you.

Shut up.

This is all your fault.

Why did he leave with her?

Listen to me, sweetheart. Your boyfriend is a war criminal.

He murdered thousands of innocent people. No!

You understand that?

Not my sweetheart.

He saved people.

He's a hero.

What do you think I'm doing here, huh?

And I bet I'm not the first bounty hunter to come after him, am I?

I know him!

He's not guilty of anything!

Oh, he's guilty, all right.

What do you think he's hiding away the hell out here for, huh?

He's going to take me on a holiday.

No, I'll take you on a holiday. Come on.

Come on.

So quick to sit in judgment on me, aren't you? I can see it in your face.

Just show me what you've got.

And if I did, would you understand it?

Would you just show me, or I'll blow your bleeding head off!

I'm not playing games with you!

You are playing a game.

The Divinity Cluster.

The most important, the most dangerous game that's ever existed.

Tulip, come in.

Percy, it's Dante.

Come in, Percy.

Communication's impossible.

Hey, does Novak have another way off the planet, like a shuttle?

Can you hear me, dear?

Every six months or so, a supply ship comes.

There's nowhere to go.

End of line.

You know, if you knew all the things that Novak did, you wouldn't... Please,

don't try to be my friend now.

He is a monster.

Yeah, he's my monster.

Come on. Get out of here!

Let's go.

Bastard.

Experimented on human beings.

You have to know the cluster won't give up its secret for free.

I was so close.

You sacrificed thousands.

I was able to isolate two genes, telepathy and consciousness.

Was that the true number? I don't know.

My work on Callisto was cut off.

You really are sick, aren't you?

Then tell me what you know of the cluster.

Took advantage of the civil unrest.

Made lab rats out of helpless people.

To discover the truth, it was my life, everything I did.

Now, I'm persecuted.

You can't imagine what it's like being out here, hiding like a criminal,

listening to that idiot Bell prattle on and on.

What I did was for the cluster.

Now you tell me what you know.

Well, tell me.

What the hell's going on here, Luke?

Cocktails.

I need cocktails.

You jeopardize the entire mission.

And tell me what the hell you two are up to.

Go on, tell him. Tell the little monkey he's about to become extinct.

Better a monkey than a dead man.

Don't say that.

What is this, a cocktail party? I didn't get an invitation.

Did you do it, honey?

Did you really do all those terrible things?

You know me, sweetheart.

There isn't a terrible thing I haven't done.

Did I really fall in love with a monster?

Yes.

Yes, you did.

I'm sorry, darling, but I can't live without you.

Then why don't you take care of our guests?

Drop it!

Novak!

Come on, it's too late. The anomaly's too close.

We're all gonna be dead any minute. Come on, let's go.

Let's go!

Come on, Caravaggio.

Warning.

Older's waves increasing.

Hey, you're back.

Percy, I never left.

Whatever. You've got to help me.

I'm afraid I'm still immobilized. You might want to know, however,

that in seven minutes, 45 seconds,

the full surge of Older's waves will dissolve all the ship's electronics.

Lovely.

A-hunting we will go.

A-hunting we will go.

I can't do it. Everything's frozen.

I'll see if I can patch this antique into the backup system.

A-hunting we will go! A-hunting we will go!

Find my antivirus program.

I've never been in your antivirus program. I don't know what's what.

Access it through the record drive function. There.

I might delete you. I have to think.

Do it now, or we're both deleted for good. Hurry.

Really starting to annoy me.

Well, well, well, what's this? Back to the dead after all.

You still look a little alive for a corpse.

Leave us alone.

Can't catch me, can't catch me. Come on, I want to dance.

Hey, what are you doing?

Oh, I'm doing an inventory of our food supplies.

You won't be needing any food, believe me. Come on, I want to dance.

Let's dance.

Hey, what's this? Food.

What are you doing?

How could you?

What did I ever do to you?

Goodbye. No!

Thank you, Percy.

Yeah, well.

What's happening now? The oldest waves, Percy.

Great.

All systems online. Tulip initiate 180 degree orbital slingshot now.

Good riddance for another 28,000 and some odd years.

Is it going to hit the planet?

Impossible to calculate, but it'll be close.

We have to get Dante and Luke.

Heading back to Pluto, full throttle.

Dante, come in. Dante, come in.

The gravity waves are interfering.

Come in.

Come in, Percy.

Uncle Dante will rendezvous.

You got a fix on her?

Docking signal engaged.

Senses detect that the shuttle has sustained damage.

Yeah, we had some trouble, but we're okay now.

You're good for standard docking.

What is it?

I don't know.

It's a damn older wave. It threw us off course.

Hold on!

Your approach is no good. Abort! Abort!

I'm coming in.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You'll have to forgive the rough landing.

Dante, you okay?

Yeah, we're okay.

Call up the shuttle diagnostic.

What'd you do? God, that's gonna take weeks to fix.

So, sorry we couldn't take him a lot.

Yeah, me too. I'll get my quarters.

I hate the world.

Every history lesson condemns what happened on Callisto.

Bull, that ugly, dark thing that happened on Callisto is inside everyone.

I've met enough people to know. I see it every time Dante collars some jerk.

I hate people.

I believe they're all stupid.

Lots of garbage out there.

Sometimes I wonder if I make a difference. I don't know.

I'm just looking for Travis.

Maybe there's progress, maybe not.

But maybe if I make a difference,

then Percy's of the world will have a better place.

Just a little better.

I worry about her, isolated from the worlds on this ship.

I see what's happening to her. I see Percy growing up cynical,

too smart for her own good.

Then I think of the worlds out there, the noise and chaos of the universe,

the bloody foolishness of my fellow humans.

It's almost too much.

Just got to believe there's got to be something better,

something redeeming at the end of the day. I don't know.

Just got done talking with Rudolfo. It's the strangest thing.

Paid double for Doc Novak.

Good for you.

That's it?

You're not going to tell me what the hell you were doing with him down there?

I, um, I just thought that Novak might confide

to me the work he was doing on Callisto.

Did he?

No.

You're a soldier, Luke.

You let your emotions cloud your judgment.

Sometimes there are no clear answers.

Sometimes all we have are questions.

So our past creates our present, while our lies forge the future.

Will the ends justify the means, no matter what?

Next on Star Hunter.

Shouldn't he be in handcuffs, Dante?

His name wasn't on the warrant.

Then he shouldn't even be here.

Don't contradict me in front of the prisoners.

I do things by Rudolfo's book.

You're the one who does exactly what you want.

That's right. Because whether you like it or not, this is my ship.

I am the captain here. They give me an extra hand,

and I still end up doing everything.

Captain slash waiter.

There's a waiter slash captain.

Why is this prisoner not in lockup? We were just leaving.

Dante.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

I'm prissy, prissy.

Dante, kill Luke. Oops, I'm sorry.