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He's here.

I came as soon as I could.

Only five weeks from the moon to Jupiter space?

I didn't know you could get permission to burn out your annihilation drives.

You have maintained full security blackout?

Of course.

Good.

May I see the body?

Well, I have to warn you that it's severely disfigured.

Warn me, Chief?

That's hardly necessary.

May I see it?

Now.

You think you understand this?

Is it related to our research? Very much indeed.

This incident suggests a catastrophic intersection

of multidimensional space and time.

The subject might have caused the intersection by accident.

A dimensional event hitting him out of a hyperdimensional left field.

Speculation.

Has forensics found any DNA on the scene apart from that of the subjects?

Yes, in fact.

Belonging to one Andrea Arquette.

The Andrea Arquette.

The same.

You gonna broadcast that?

Depending on where along the curve Travis has lived, these are his likeliest ages.

I know.

Don't you remember all the bogus IDs you got last time you broadcast this picture?

What am I supposed to do, purse give up?

No.

Hi, Montana.

This incoming's big time.

Oh, shit.

A cultural affair. You're gonna love this.

Your job is to pick up Andrea Arquette on Clark Station.

Yep, THE Andrea Arquette.

Artist extraordinaire. Media darling.

The bitch goddess of pretentious wankers everywhere.

Seems she might have something to do with a murder.

One that involves some very creative knife work.

Making this particular work an intimate slice of life, so to speak.

They want her on Ganymede for questioning.

Now listen, Montana.

She's a real looker. But don't let that get in the way of your better judgement.

Your nose clean and your hands to yourself. Idiot.

Oh, and it's the tricky part.

Try and keep it quiet, will you?

Thanks, buddy.

I'm not your buddy.

And listen, one more thing. This is important.

You can't fire Luke. I don't know what's going on with you guys, and I don't care.

You just make nice and patch up your differences.

Because she's staying.

Consider this a direct order from the powers that

be, which is me. Got that, Montana? Good.

See ya, buddy.

That son of a bitch.

He can't tell you who you can fire and who you can't fire.

It's his ship, and we're just employees.

No. The apple must be in somebody's pocket.

No!

Yes, somebody who wants Luke on board.

And there's nothing we can do about it.

No.

You ever hear of the golden rule, Paris?

What golden rule?

He who has the gold makes the rules.

If that's the golden rule, then we're gonna have to kill her.

As much as I would like to, there's nothing I can do about it right now.

Fine.

Don't expect me to be nice about it.

I don't expect you to be nice about it, Burns.

If you would set a course for the Clark Station, I would appreciate it, though.

We're not really going to arrest Andrea Arquette, are we?

Well, yeah, we are.

But she didn't do it.

How do you know that?

Because she's Andrea.

Well, I think we'll go to the Clark Station anyway. The bridge is yours.

Bonjour.

Comment ça va?

Well, you might as well stop packing, Luke.

What?

I got a director from Rudolfo. I'm not allowed to fire you.

I don't understand.

You're staying.

I have no choice.

I know you don't want me here.

Well, I guess we'll just have to learn to live with each other, Luke.

Anyway, there's a pickup at the Clark station going to the Ganymede base.

What's her ETA?

Six hours.

Better get some sleep, then.

Darius here.

Calling in real time. What's going on?

I trust you've been reinstated?

Yeah, I suppose thanks to you.

Tulip is on course to Clark, is that so?

Yeah, I was just informed.

The individual being picked up has certain information

that might prove to be vital to us.

I had our contacts on Ganymede notify Clark Station

that the Tulip is en route with the warrant. For what?

Questioning. Regarding a murder case.

Now, the unusual circumstances of the case imply

a possible connection with the Divinity Cluster.

The authorities at Clark Station have been informed that the tulip is on its way,

and that discretion is paramount.

We will intercept you in Ganymede orbit.

We will issue further instructions at a later time.

You promised me that the others on the tulip would

never be implicated in orchard business.

And they won't, if you do your job right, as you always do.

How do you propose I explain this interception?

You needn't concern yourself.

We'll provide a cover for a transfer in Ganymede orbit.

Given the tenuous state of my relations with this crew,

I don't know how you expect me to manage it.

You have no choice.

Understood.

Lucretia, trust me.

You're on the side of the angels in this one.

I'll be in touch when you're approaching Ganymede orbit.

Coffee is extra disgusting today.

So don't drink it?

You want to get us in doubt with the Clark Station?

If it's not too much trouble.

Attention, Transutopian. Final approach to pre-authorized

orbital parking is now authorized.

Affirmative. Control, we are now logging into pre-authorized

Alpha Echo 139 orbit stationary to you.

Copy that, Transutopian.

Over. I can't believe we're picking up Andrea Arquette. That's so surreal.

I don't know what the big deal is, just another job.

Pick her up, drop her off, collect the fee, end of story.

Oh, please.

Don't even pretend that you're just thinking of her as a common criminal.

This is Andrea Arquette, renaissance woman of our time.

Art, music, dance, she's done it all.

She's been Billy Tanami's lover, you might want to know.

And you think that's something to brag about?

It's probably just a publicity stunt anyway.

Rudolfo's probably being paid.

Anything's possible for Rudolfo, but I'll tell you,

I'm just going to get her out of there before the media knows what happened.

Have fun.

Luke, you want to come along?

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

What's on your mind?

It's going to be difficult to do this quietly.

We'll just have to be quick.

I have a bad feeling about this one.

IDs?

Miss Andrea Arquette?

We have a warrant to bring you to Ganymede for questioning, Miss Arquette.

Can you come with us, please?

Can I have a moment to back a few things?

Saturn ionization trail?

So it seems a bit unusual.

Try that tracer again, C. Plasma signature tracer online now.

Diagnostic mode.

Standard mode. It's weird, there's nothing there. Ship registry ID mode.

Checking ship ID mode.

There's nothing there.

Go back to diagnostics.

Cool.

Looks like it's orbiting around the station.

I cannot detect anything. Perhaps we should run through the software again.

Yeah. I guess so.

Is this absolutely necessary? Can't we arrange something?

No, I have a warrant. I'm taking her to Ganymede for questioning.

Ganymede?

That hellhole?

You're not going. I won't allow it. I'm your manager. It's not your call.

It's okay. I'll go.

Excuse us.

I'll call Bernie, her lawyer.

He'll be all over you so fast you won't know what hit you.

Got your lunch on your shirt there, pal.

Miss Arquette, I think it would be a good idea if we took the back way.

Either we lose the ion trail image or we confirm the existence of a ship.

You're wasting your time. I'm certain it's the software.

Do tell.

The inconsistency of the ion trail with negative readings on all other

sensors cannot be logically resolved by any other conclusion.

Be that as it may, I'm still bothered by the situation.

Suit yourself. I'm finished with this foolishness.

No, you're not. I want you to keep checking.

I'm prepared for nothing. The shuttle is within docking range.

See ya.

Hey, Percy, what are you doing off the bridge?

I came to say hello.

Hello.

Ah, you're amazing.

No, this isn't the time for that stuff.

It's okay, thank you.

I do hate to break up this little gathering,

but perhaps a crew member would like to come to the bridge?

Hugo, quick, quick! Percy! I'll take care of Andrea.

I don't think that's a very good idea.

And I don't remember asking you.

All right, all right, take her to a holding cell,

but I want you back on the bridge in three minutes, you hear me?

I forgot this.

I'm not kidding.

I would never put you in a holding cell.

It's okay, really. Do you know why?

Because you didn't do it.

I wish I had your confidence.

Everything okay?

I put her in the guest quarters.

Why?

Because she's wanted for questioning, right?

Come on, Purse.

It's not your decision to make.

Will you relax?

The room is secure.

I have it locked down. Caravaggio is watching her.

Still, I don't like it.

We don't do preferential treatment.

Preferential treatment is a part of nature. I didn't invent it.

Besides, she deserves it.

I prefer her.

Indeed. A different caliber of guest. Entirely

very attractive. Could turn a man's head.

Could cloud his judgment.

Tempt him into considering questionable acts involving sins of the flesh. Shut up!

Yeah, shut up, Carl.

First, get us on the curb to Gaudi Mead, please.

I can't. They're busy.

Well, what are you doing?

I'm just trying to figure something out.

This weird ionization trail showed up when we were in diagnostics mode,

and when we checked the other sensory systems, nothing was there.

And the software proved flawless, quite the mystery.

I'm sure it's just a shadow, like a regular radar shadow, but I want to be sure.

Well, look, give me a post-it.

Come in.

I made you a little tea and toast.

Percy said he might be hungry.

She's a lovely girl.

We had a little chat while she got me settled.

Knowing Percy, she crammed her entire life

story into that little chat, and then some.

She has a very interesting soul.

Yeah, that's one way of describing Percy, yeah.

Thank you for the food.

Sure.

I gotta lock you in, you know.

Hey, come here.

Look at this.

Remember that trail I told you about?

Yeah.

Well, if it was a shadow, it would have disappeared after we left orbit,

but it's still following us.

Meaning?

I don't think it's a shadow.

Luke here.

My darling.

Are things going well?

Well, I haven't heard anything to the contrary.

Now, as you enter Ganymede orbit,

the Tulip will receive a transmission from Ganymede Correctional,

instructing you to dock with the holding ship.

The transmission, however, will be sent by Orchard agents on Ganymede.

The holding ship is ours.

Dante will be very suspicious.

Deal with it, Luke. Make it work.

You are to treat this as a normal transfer,

and you are not in any circumstances to contact

us unless a critical situation develops.

Understood?

It's maintaining a constant speed, just matching the tulip.

It has to be a ship.

Scan for ID.

No ID. This software is useless cybercrap. Look, no other sensor is picking it up.

This entire ship is a marvel of inferior technology.

I simply cannot work under these conditions.

Save it for someone who cares, Carr.

Do you think it could be a military cover-up?

Hmm?

A military cover-up?

No. No stealth systems that could.

I still maintain it's the software, and that's my final word on the subject.

If only.

Look, I'm going to go check on our guest. If

anything interesting comes up, let me know.

This is pointless.

I'm gonna launch a probe. On whose authority?

Mine.

Bring a recon probe online.

Now.

I love it when you talk like that.

Oh, very well. Probe online.

Good.

Now prepare to launch on my command.

Probe set for 1 km proximity pass to target.

Systems online and ready for launch now.

And let me state for the record that I'm doing this under duress.

Launch.

Back so soon?

Just wanted to see if everything was okay.

I'm fine.

Never better.

All done? I guess I'll go then.

No.

Stay.

I feel like talking.

Feel like listening?

Oh my god. What's up?

There is a ship following us. What kind?

A huge kind.

Military?

No.

Carpenter, any ideas?

It's a robot ship.

I have no parameters with which to define it.

And we can't get any readings on it except for an ionization trail.

Oh, and I launched a recon probe.

Carp?

I think we have another systems failure here because the

telemetry is dating this ship at three million years old.

Stranger yet, we can't even identify the metallurgical alloys.

Where's Dante?

With our guest. Still?

Get him.

I'm sorry, but he's requested maximum privacy.

Really? Override?

No.

Can't do anything till they figure it out anyway.

Carvaggio, run another scan. We've already done that.

Do it again.

No, it's pointless.

Listen, I know how you feel about me,

but I am still in charge of security on this ship,

and I need to know what that thing is.

So will you please do it?

Thank you for letting me stay in here.

The idea of the cell was a little threatening.

Well, I must admit, I wasn't crazy about it at first. You know,

being a bounty hunter, we have certain protocols we have to follow.

But I have to admit that you're not exactly our typical... Go ahead.

Say it.

Prisoner.

But I understood they only wanted to question you.

Well...

They could have done that back on Clark Station

instead of dragging me off to Ganymede.

I've no idea what to tell them.

What happened?

I don't know.

I saw... I was... I can't explain it.

Not in any way that makes sense.

Try me.

I've been working for some time on a series of paintings.

The Great Red Storm.

I can see it from my apartment.

Yeah, I saw you doing this.

I've been living there for years, seeing that storm every day.

Never quite paying attention.

And then one day, I just became conscious of it.

I really saw it, and I had to try and capture it somehow.

I became obsessed with it.

Couldn't seem to do anything else.

And then, strange things started to happen.

Time had passed, and I didn't know where it had gone.

A lot of people lose track of time.

No, not like that.

I mean, entire days.

Well, the telemetry is still dating the ship at three million years old.

Caravaggio, run the diagnostics again.

I've exhausted all possibilities. It's a software problem.

No, it's not.

I'll be in my quarters. Call me if you need any help.

Luke, what's happening?

You're supposed not to contact us.

Something's following us.

We saw you launch a probe, but we didn't see anything else.

Telemetry from the probe indicates we're being followed by a

ship with metallurgic alloys dating back three million years.

The same age as the artifacts found on Earth.

What is the ship doing?

Nothing, following us.

Keep me informed, please.

Did this happen the night of the murder?

I was with Harvey, a friend.

We were going out for dinner. I was waiting for him in his living room.

There was a big window, a different view of the storm.

Very beautiful.

I was watching it.

And then, that thing happened. What?

That sense of not really being there. I was somewhere else.

I could hear things. I heard her becoming me.

It sounded horrified.

Then what?

Everything stopped.

I found Harvey on the floor.

He was... Part of him was missing.

What?

His legs were gone.

One of his arms.

I thought something had cut him in pieces.

There was no blood.

Nothing.

I touched the empty spaces.

I could feel his limbs.

But they weren't there.

I don't understand.

Neither do I. Neither would anyone else.

Probe has been destroyed.

We're gonna have to get Dante.

Override Mac's privacy.

Oh, my God.

Car invasive measures.

Right away.

Loop to the bridge.

Percy, report.

Unknown fire incoming. Using invasion program, but it's not working.

Who fired?

I said unknown.

Caravaggio, damage!

All cybernetic systems are failing. Great, everything's frozen.

Recommendations?

Shut down all remaining systems and reboot. Then upload backups for essentials only.

Do it.

It's better work or we're in serious trouble.

No kidding.

It's worse than the obvious. We were in the middle of evasive maneuvers when it hit.

And?

And we didn't finish. We could be on a collision course with Europa.

How long?

Dante, how would I know?

The systems are down.

Sorry.

Luke, are we getting any readings on anything? Nothing.

There you are.

I can't reboot any system.

It's in complete possession of our computers.

Possessed?

Well, it's not damaged, it's just I'm shut out.

Keep working on it, Percy.

I'm gonna go get Andrea in case for some reason

we have to get out of here in a hurry.

I know you.

What's our vector? It's too close to call.

Okay, we have to assume impact. How long? I don't know. Well, you know, guess.

Worst case scenario. Half an hour. Okay.

If we're not back up in ten minutes, we're going to have to evacuate.

What are our chances?

Will you please let me put the backup systems online?

I'm going to run prep for evacuation.

I'm setting up at the shuttle bay airlock.

Miss O'Kent.

Come on, come on.

Ah, Lucretia.

We can't see the tulip.

Our systems show no readings at all.

Our probe triggered a response. An energy field

has shut down all our systems. We're helpless.

What you need to do is to get yourself and the prisoner in a shuttle.

All those systems are down. EVA suits, then.

Get away from the tulip. We'll find your emergency beacons and pick you up.

Okay, I'll go tell the others.

Negative!

You and the prisoner alone. We can't risk any more than that.

No!

This is urgent.

Far more than you can imagine.

I won't compromise their lives for you.

The prisoner has manifested multidimensional sight,

a key component of the divinity cluster. She could well be a conduit of some kind.

We need her now! Get her off the tulip now!

I won't do it!

Well?

If I can get them working independently, then maybe, but there's gonna be damage.

Well, you know what? Do the damage, because if it doesn't work, it won't matter.

I've got to find Dante and Andrea.

Percy, get to the airlock.

Data systems backup. Car?

Online.

Scanning.

Projectory.

Percy, where are you? I'm on the bridge.

Things are coming up. Get to the airlock, Percy. Wait.

Wait.

I gotta see something. Percy! I'm going to the lookout!

Car, the readout.

Processing functions unavailable.

We're probably in an extreme orbit, so we're going to measure the curve. Something.

Point of reference to station. One rotation, 72 hours.

Now the moon.

Mark.

Ten seconds.

Mark.

Calculate the rate of orbit.

Damn, I'm brilliant.

Triangulate. What happened? I don't know.

Where's Percy?

He's on the lookout.

Look.

She... She wasn't looking for it.

It was looking for her.

What?

When I was in the corridor, I found her, and there was

lights all over the place. It was all around her.

When I went to help her, I... I know what I saw, but I can't describe it.

Dante.

We ask in time.

There is no beginning, no end, no continuum.

Past, present, and the future of God is in all dimensions.

What do you think you're doing? I'm gonna help

her. You, who see few dimensions, are blind.

We see all dimensions.

We travel among them. No, stop!

We bring you this gift that you might escape the bounds of time and space. Stop it,

it's gonna kill you! It's killing her!

When the cycle is complete, you will be as we were.

All will be known to you. You will be as gods.

Uh, I think I can get basic power up.

Give me a vector and rock it in line as soon as you can, please.

Radar's up. Permission to leave the bridge.

Granted.

All right.

That first.

Lucretia Scott, ID 1397.

Complete report of events leading up to the death of Andrea Arquette.

Dante, there's a ship intersecting our orbit.

Is it that thing again?

No.

The shadow ship's gone. This is a real ship.

Can you get an ID on it?

Car, can you get anything? No.

Identification system not functional. How about a visual?

When Luke took Harmon.

Luke's friends.

It's that same kind of ship.

Except this one will be armed to the gills.

What do they want, Luke?

Andrea. She's wanted by the Orchard.

So you are a part of this.

The ship was to meet us in Ganymede orbit,

and I was to deliver her to them for evaluation.

Thanks for informing us.

You have a right to be angry. And I'm sorry, but just hear me out.

That ship's been monitoring us.

I was supposed to get her off here before anything happened.

Too late, Luke.

I wasn't gonna take her anywhere.

You're damn right you're not.

You're gonna pack your bag, get on a shuttle, and get the hell off my ship!

I don't care what Rudavo says anymore! I want you out!

This has gone too far!

Just let me stay on board till I know you're out of danger. We don't want you here.

If you don't understand... Go!

Get out!

If I leave this ship, they will leave you to

die or they will kill you. You know too much.

I know too much? I don't know anything!

I have no idea what just happened to me!

I can get them to leave.

Let me do this.

So what's your plan, Luke?

I'll need Caravaggio.

Don't I, Dave?

Well, Percy, we better do it, or Luke's friends are gonna kill us.

Caravaggio's reconfiguring right now. He'll be a few minutes.

Thank you.

What's that?

It's an extremely detailed report about this experience.

For your goddamn friends? No.

When Caravaggio comes back up, load this,

and have Percy program instructions to broadcast

on all channels if the other ship fires.

Scan this. She might be putting us on self-destruct.

Father, we've had a direct encounter with the alien presence.

And our kid.

Where is she?

Arquette is gone. Like Eccleston and all the others who

have ever come in contact with the Divinity Cluster.

If you had only followed your instructions, this might have been avoided.

I told you I wouldn't do it, and I meant it.

Your misplaced righteousness has cost us a great opportunity, Lucretia.

Now, I want you to come here at once and give me a full report in person.

I'm no fool, Father. The minute I leave this ship, you'll destroy it.

And for all I know, you'll destroy it with me on it.

I don't see that you're leaving me much choice.

Here's your choice.

We've loaded a full report of this encounter into our system. It contains names,

dates, every detail. You get us out of here,

and I'll transmit the information to you.

Lucretia!

The report is programmed as a dead man's switch. The second you launch anything,

the entire content goes out on all frequencies.

The world will know, and the Orchard will have no advantage.

Lucretia, you don't know what you're doing!

I know exactly what I'm doing!

Picturing rockets online.

We're okay now.

Is that ship still there?

Yep.

What's it doing?

Just matching our orbit. No change.

Did you upload that program?

It's loading now.

Hey, it's moving.

It's leaving? I don't know what to do about Luke.

Do what you have to do.

Right?

I'm gonna try something.

Your friends have decided to leave.

And now I want to know what the hell's going on.

And I want to know the truth.

There you are.

Next on Star Hunter.

I'm launching a complaint against Lucretia Scott. I want her off this ship.

We deserve to not have to live in fear of a member of our own crew.

Tell me the truth, Luke.

Please.

Rodolfo never really hired me to take care of your security problems.

He doesn't know why I've been put on the tulip,

but he put me here under Darius's request. The Orchard's request.

Now, Captain...

There are other implications of the divinity

cluster that fit much closer to home for you.