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Doctor, no. Scanning text to D. Doctor, no.

Scanning text to D. Sir, they're about to begin the countdown.

This is an historic moment.

Shame that history will never record it. T minus 15,

14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

That's incredible.

Detonation complete and on schedule.

Long range data scanning logged for analysis.

Car?

What was that?

Unknown.

Analysing.

Well, that's weird.

It's like there's nothing wrong with the engines.

They just have half the power we had yesterday. I'm going to have a look.

Right behind you.

Any idea how to fix it?

I'm gonna go run a diagnostic on weapons and navigation.

Kyle, what can you tell me about that little space quake?

An electromagnetic surge of some kind.

Well, do we know what caused it? No.

I'm monitoring interplanetary comm traffic. The effect appears to be widespread,

though much less pronounced in the inner quadrant.

What about long-range scans?

Inconclusive. But they indicate a distant origin beyond our solar system.

Must have been one hell of a whatever it was.

They're going to do that.

Can't make it as fast as Percy can spill it.

Navigation systems weren't affected. We're on course for carry station.

Carl, what's our ETA?

One hour and 47 minutes. Weapons check out two.

Well, at least we can shoot if we get chased by something we can't outrun.

Like a domestic cat.

Well, I guess I've got time to do the background on our employer. Rodolfo,

I would be happy to perform the search for you.

Thanks all the same, Carl,

but there are still some things us pathetic humans are capable of.

Marcus, the power drain's leveled off at 50%.

Has it?

Yeah.

What did you just do?

Nothing.

Just running a diagnostic.

All the reactors are normal, except... Where the hell did the power go?

Marcus, you and Percy will have the engines up by the end of the day, right?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course.

You sure about that? Yes.

Yes.

Well, go ahead.

You're the expert now.

Yeah, we don't even need car anymore.

Yeah, I think he's going to be jealous. Yeah, when

you two have quite finished, huh? The Carers Group.

Wealthy, charitable organisation doing research into disease and genetics.

All the good stuff.

Found it by one of the federations?

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

They're interested with Mars and Jupiter,

but nothing about where the money comes from.

Nothing at all?

Are they legit?

Hear them say it, yeah.

They've got some of the finest mindsets creation

work and award-winning projects credited with

discoveries that benefit the health of humankind

and promote the search for universal peace.

Must keep them busy.

What do they want with us?

Be rude not to find out.

Absolutely. Almost a shame to take their money. Almost.

You know, we haven't tried looping the antimatter

storage through the main drivers yet.

Not the most elegant solution, is it?

Not to mention dangerous.

Yeah, but if it works, who cares?

I care.

Elegance equals efficiency.

The simplest solution that's compatible with the facts, yeah?

Yeah.

What are the facts?

I do apologize, Mr. Montana, but we have very strict security protocols these days.

Somebody should have told you that we do not allow weapons or transmitters here.

It's not a problem.

Rest assured, they'll be safe on board your shuttle. You'll understand in a moment.

I should let Dr. Schofield fill you in on the details.

Please.

Mr. Montana. How do you do?

Mr. Arcadia.

I'm Dr. Schofield, head of research.

Yes, do sit down.

I'm told your team gets results.

We do our best.

Dr. Schofield, we still don't know why we're here.

Forgive our secretiveness to date. This is a matter of some delicacy.

Accessing security log.

Personnel file 837.

You know him?

I recognize him. Quinnell, Ulrich Quinnell.

He's the ranking member of the Fetter clan.

Oh my, the man is a raider.

And your interest is?

Mr. Quinnell was briefly here as an employee.

He came to us as a security consultant.

His credentials were impressive.

And complete fiction, I now realize. We're scientists here, Mr. Montana.

We did a back check, but it seemed fine.

Point is, we need Quinnell back.

We've discovered that he had access to some extremely sensitive areas of our work.

We are developing an antidote to the Tethys virus.

It's new, quite lethal.

Takes its name from the Tethys terraforming community,

which the virus all but wiped out.

Mr. Quinnell stole a sample of the virus.

It was in a specially designed container, a small box.

If he were to sell the sample on the black market or unleash it, God forbid, well,

you can appreciate our concern.

So have you notified the federations?

Of course, that is what we may be forced to do. So, no.

An alert could cause unnecessary alarm.

A scandal would almost certainly result in our closure. We do good work here,

and your help may allow us to continue.

If you were to undertake this, even for a few days, we would be very grateful.

100,000 credits on delivery.

Fine.

There were power disruptions as expected following the detonation.

Irritating to the Federations, but nothing that can be traced back to us.

Except for that box.

To think our survival is in the hands of bounty hunters.

A hundred thousand credits.

For your life, and mine, and all the good we've done. So...

Unsavoury.

Perhaps you'd prefer that the Orchard discovered our mistake.

You do realise what they do to us, don't you?

What do you reckon?

What you got?

Popped up on a retinal scan.

Well, that's Quinnell.

Boarded a passenger shuttle on Ganymede, Banford Clark Station.

Could have already arranged a deal on that virus sample.

I'll check the flight plans.

Better be quick, then.

Percy, where are we on those engines?

Looking better, but not great.

We won't have full power for a while, maybe two days.

Whatever that surge was, it drained the reactor's antimatter matrix.

No permanent damage, though.

We looped the antimatter storage through to the main drivers.

Isn't that dangerous? Yeah, it was Percy's idea.

Worked, didn't it?

If three-quarter power is your idea of unqualified success.

Okay, fine, just keep at it.

Did work.

Ah, here we go, here we go.

Fettered clownship during the Clark Station this evening.

You fit?

No, but I could use exercise.

So, seen anyone that fits that description?

The men's washroom.

Do me a favor?

What?

Try not to break anything this time.

Us? Break things?

Okay, pal. You've got ten seconds to clean up, or come out with your pants down.

Who are you? I'm your worst nightmare, mate.

I'm a big man in a toilet with a gun.

Guess he didn't like being rushed.

No.

Come on, mate.

Sorry to put you off, pal.

Transutopia, you are cleared to depart. Moorings away.

What do you think you're doing?

You're making a very serious mistake here. Where are you taking me?

For a little ride. What kind of a ride?

Just think of it as a pleasure cruise.

I haven't done anything.

In that case, you don't have anything to worry about, do you?

You don't know what you're getting mixed up with here.

You don't know who you're dealing with.

Nothing.

There's nothing here.

Kai, you better put me through to Keris.

You got him, Mr. Montana. Well done. I knew you wouldn't let us down.

Before you get carried away, Dr. Schofield, Quenell didn't have the box with him.

You're certain?

Very. I must ask you to make every effort to find out where he's put it.

We'll do what we can. Please keep me informed.

Right, I think we'd better have a little chat with Mr. Quenell.

See if he wants to pour his heart out.

I'm detecting a transmission in the brig.

I thought you scanned him.

I did.

Car, can you stop the transmission?

It may take a few moments. Shall I contact the Orchard ship? What?

Postpone its arrival. No.

But if we don't have the box... And we would tell them what?

We've had a slight hiccup. Our entire enterprise has foundered.

As loathsome as it may be, we rely on the bounty

hunters to save us. We've no choice.

Where is it? Where's what? I gave it up, Quinnell.

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

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

This way, come on. He's down this way.

Let's move. What were you trying to contact?

How bad do you want me to hurt you?

I'm not going to tell you a damn thing.

Do what you have to.

He's not here. Check the docking bay.

Quite remarkable. Highly advanced.

It seems to constantly emit a series of refractory waves through a phased matrix.

Do we know where the signals were sent?

Oh, certainly. Clark Station.

How soon can he get us there?

The engines are still not up to full power.

I'm reading two ships approaching.

Let's have a look.

The small ship is a shuttle. The larger vessel is very well armed.

Almost certainly Raider in origin.

We may have just discovered who was on the receiving end of Cornell's transmission.

Can't hail the Raider ship.

And Percy, power up the weapons, okay?

The fetish ship is not responding.

Keep trying.

Stand by to fire.

I guess they're not on the same side. I guess not.

Cut all of them. I want to know why that raider ship's

more interested in that shuttle than in our prisoner.

First, keep the weapons online, okay?

The weapons are online.

You're being a little extra bossy today, don't you think?

Well, it's self-preservation. No, I'm not.

Bring the weapons online. Keep the weapons online.

How long is it going to take us to get there?

That was a legitimate question.

Antanas.

Fetter clan. Danger. Must follow now.

Right.

I got him.

Wow.

Get us in the middle of it.

Acknowledged.

The engines are sluggish, but I will try.

Well, he's got talent. I'll give him that.

We're not going to get there in time.

I'm afraid Percy is correct.

Percy, target the raider ship.

A load shock torpedo.

No, one more hit like that and he's dead.

If they wanted him dead, he'd be dead. Fire torpedo.

Identify yourself.

Stand down, she's ours.

That doesn't look like she's going anywhere.

You've got three seconds before we open fire.

This isn't over!

Is that so?

Well, that ought to hold them.

Marcus, now would be a good time to go back to those engines.

Come on, all the action's up here.

All right. Let's get the Beatles out of their shuttle, bring it aboard,

and let's get underway before they're there.

Beatles are away, bossy.

I was not.

Yeah, you were a little bit.

Define bossy.

See there.

Again.

Bossy.

Look, I'm sorry about that, but I am so grateful to you guys.

Without you coming along, I was dead.

Seriously, those maniacs were going to kill me.

By the way, the name's Kingsman. It's nice to meet all of you.

Pleasure, I'm Sean.

So, I just wanted to say thanks, thanks, and, well, thanks.

As soon as I get it fixed up, I'll be on my way.

So, you're bounty hunters, right? What do you do? Me? I'm a student.

I think they got the wrong guy.

Well, it's how you were just minding your own business

when the Fedder clan decided to come after you.

The Fedders?

No, you're kidding, right?

What do the Fedders want with me?

Well, maybe you've got something they want.

You see that thing that I'm flying? That's just a shuttle.

There's thousands like that.

You know, maybe they thought I was somebody else.

They filched it.

Filched?

What does that mean? Is that even a word? The shuttle.

You stole it.

Better if you come clean.

Okay, I borrowed it, but I was going to bring it back.

Voila.

So we risked our lives for a petty thief.

So what's in the box?

What box? Oh, this box.

Just some of my personal stuff, you know, a toothbrush, some hair.

You want to open it?

You know, I lost the key.

You stole the box, too.

Listen, are you going to tell me what's in the box,

or am I going to let the Raiders have you back?

No, no, no, don't do that.

I'll tell you, okay? It's just embarrassing, right?

Okay, some guy in the toilet at the Gateway Lounge, somebody was after him,

so he pushed it under the door.

They were shooting, and now they were bad guys, all right?

They shot some guy right in front of me and dragged him away.

That is all that I know. That's the truth.

Put him in the brig.

Oh, no, man.

Listen, this thing's worth a lot of money. I'll split it with you, 50-50. No.

All right, 60-40. Come on, people are fighting over this thing.

Somebody got shot for it.

Was Marcus as bad as that? Worse.

But he could lie better.

Listen, I gotta say, I'm not thrilled about this plague being on the ship.

Neither are we.

Can I scan the box?

Its casing is inert and made up of an extremely strong outer material.

Although I can't be certain without a proper analysis, it appears to be safe.

I guess we gotta care of this, yes?

True, we haven't got the whole story,

but under Grant answers a lot of tricky questions.

Okay.

Dr. Schofield, I think we've sorted out the problem with the box.

You found it?

Yes, we should be with you this time tomorrow.

That's excellent news, Mr. Montana. I look forward to seeing you.

Hello.

Carl, tap into the output grid logs.

I'm in G9 Sector 5.

Magnetic ion stabilizers.

Can you tell me what I'm looking at?

Tracking now. One moment.

The image on your screen appears to be a residual form of negative energy.

Negative energy?

The most likely source is electromagnetic.

It is possible that the negative energy was somehow embedded in it,

but would have gone undetected.

From what?

But negative energy is a theoretical concept, isn't it?

Competing theories exist. They all agree, however,

that negative energy might be a breakthrough power source,

capable of solving the barriers to light speed.

So, Kingsman on the level?

Yeah, he's not a bad kid. He's just way out of his depth on this one, that's all.

I don't see any point in keeping him locked up in the brig.

Really?

Oh, come on. You were young and stupid once.

Ah, that is to say, weren't we all?

Yeah, that's what I meant.

Okay, so tell Marcus to release Kingsman and keep an eye on him.

Someone his own age.

Ah, we were just talking about you.

Oh, that's nice. There's something you should see.

Car?

This is what drained the engines.

Negative energy from that surge.

That's impossible.

It has to be some kind of natural phenomenon.

I sure as hell hope so. I'm picking up another of those

fractured signals. Where? Here on the bridge.

It appears to be coming from the box.

Well, I'm sorry. It seems to be undetectable until it's detectable. That is,

until it transmits or receives. Okay, and which was it doing?

I can't say yet.

Great, we've got the Black Death on board, and it's talking to someone.

I guess I might have that little chat with Mr. Cornell.

Comfortable?

Room okay?

And I thought you were here to tell me you'd come to your senses.

I'm afraid radar provider doesn't impress me.

No.

No.

Had a little encounter with your friends.

That fetish ship you contacted?

They won't be bothering us again.

You win some, you lose some.

You have no idea what you've got yourself mixed up with here.

Oh, I think I do.

Infiltrated carers, you sell something very valuable.

You plan to take it back to your clan and put it on the market,

or were you planning to wipe out the other clans?

He found the box.

Did you open it?

Not keen on having a plague all over my ship, thanks.

Plague?

Is that what they told you?

You really don't know what's going on, do you?

Why don't you enlighten me?

Eight of my men were in a bar one night.

There was this guy, a scientist from Keres.

He was pretty drunk.

Started bragging about this secret experiment.

No details, just that it was big.

And that everything was gonna change, overnight.

Two weeks later, those men were dead.

Someone hunted them down.

You see what I'm getting at? That scientists are moonlighting as assassins?

Someone with serious reach is pouring money into that place.

So yes, I did infiltrate Karas.

And discovered they had this program that was so secret,

only half a dozen people knew about it. And what was it? I don't know.

But people died.

And the answer is in that box.

So you're telling me you weren't gonna sell it?

The Fetter clan looks after itself.

We're no angels.

But we're not mass murderers either. I didn't know what I was gonna do with it.

I just knew I had to get it away from them.

You're the one that's going to deliver it to Schofield.

That is what you're about to do, right?

Hi.

Something on your mind?

I've got a bad feeling.

Yeah?

Well, um... It could be then, but it might not be.

Can you think of anyone else?

No, not offhand.

That's just me being paranoid, though. You?

I think something's coming.

Can't be sure?

No.

Can't be sure.

See ya.

We have the Transutopia on our scanners. They should be here soon.

And we'll make sure that once the ship is here, it stays here.

That's been arranged, sir.

Well, if Cornell's telling the truth, we really don't have a choice.

We can't give it back to Karis.

And if he's lying, we hand it over and hope nobody

connects us to this year's deadliest disease.

We'll be a laughingstock, not to mention losing the commission.

Marcus?

Well, he is a raider.

I believed him. There was only one way to find out.

Car, can we open the box safely?

I would need time to examine it properly, but I'd be very happy to have a go.

I'm rather fond of puzzles.

Go ahead. Give us a call if you come up with something.

Now, let's see.

Oh, I say, how clever.

So, I don't suppose you've seen anything quite like this?

Well, no, I mean, you know, not exactly like this.

Not exactly?

Do you even know what you're looking at here?

Yeah, I think so.

But it's a bit old-fashioned, isn't it? Could use a few modifications.

Really?

Yeah, I mean, I could double the power source on this thing, no problem.

I'm a bit of a closet reactor junkie.

Beautiful.

Truly beautiful.

Remarkable.

Flight data recorder?

In a way, yes.

So?

We've got one of those.

Not quite like this.

The box was constructed to withstand forces that are, quite frankly, staggering.

Come on, Carr, if you know something, let's hear it.

Do you have any data on the ship it came from?

The box did not come from a ship.

I believe it was on a planet in another solar system in our galaxy.

Another system?

The box was positioned on the fourth planet orbiting the sun.

That planet, by the way, no longer exists.

What exactly did it record, Carr?

Please place the chip in the hollow player.

The Carries Group deliberately destroyed a planet.

And the solar system it was in.

The fourth planet was key to the orbital stability of the other planets.

They will crash into their sun in years to come.

Do you know how it happened?

Well, give them what we know.

An educated guess would be a controlled negative energy explosion.

You mean a weapon? The energy source could be used for scientific advancement, or,

as we have seen, utter destruction.

Why develop a weapon that can destroy a solar system? I mean,

it would be useless here. They destroy themselves and everyone else.

Unless they don't intend to use that power here.

Lightspeed.

Hyperspace.

A weapon like that can control everything.

Or nothing.

But we're talking about a disease and genetics research facility. I mean,

how could they possibly afford the cost of the program?

Fact is, we have the evidence to destroy the Keras group in this box.

And you wonder why they want it back?

A whole solar system.

There could have been life there. We've got to nail these guys.

Well, Callie's right.

Travis?

I'm sorry to interrupt. What has it come?

We appear to be locked into a docking procedure with Caris.

Will it lock us?

I'm afraid I can't. They are operating a graviton beam

which is drawing us in whether we like it or not.

Is there a way we can pull out of it?

Negative.

We would need full power.

Well, then, it seems we don't have a choice.

Contact them.

Mr. Montana, I hope you don't mind us giving you a helping hand. Of course not.

We're tightening security every way we can think of.

Regrettable, but nothing for you to worry about.

I remind you to leave your weapons and transmitters in your shuttle.

Well, we'll see you soon then, Mr. Schofield.

Armour.

For all the good it'll do us.

Wyndham, I want everything ready for when our guests arrive.

You've lost control of your ship, haven't you? Yeah, it wouldn't be the first time.

You want me to go with you?

Nah, I want you in charge here.

You think they're coming back?

Put a sock in it.

Here it is.

It's on our frequency now?

Yeah, you should be all set.

Hey, I want Max and Pav before we get back on board.

Sure.

Hey, I don't want to know as soon as we got it.

You think they're gonna pay you and then let you go? Think again, Montana.

You don't know what you're doing, do you?

I know exactly what I'm doing, thanks.

You want me to take a look at that thing? I can probably fix it.

No, thank you.

Suit yourself.

It's your funeral.

You guys are going to get sucked into this Carrie's

place like a pea through a plug hole.

And then you won't be able to get out because you won't have any power. So, uh...

Marcus, we're about to talk. I need to know what's happening.

Yeah, yeah, everything's cool. We're working on it.

Don't worry. Yeah, Travis, we're working on it.

I'll give you a shout. Oi!

We do the talking, right?

All Class 3 personnel are requested to surrender their locator bands by 1,400 hours.

Forgive me.

Just one more procedure.

Another?

It's just what I have to do. Sir? So it would be.

They're clean, sir.

Please, follow me.

Do you guys think the time is passing at the

same rate down on Kara's as it is up here?

It's getting on my nerves.

I'll take that as a yes, which means we're probably running out of time.

Once you guys come up with something soon... Whoa.

Now what?

What happened?

When?

What did you just do?

I was just messing around with some stuff.

I ran a little program and created some dark matter. But it's just a trick.

You know, anybody could do it.

Well, do it again.

Well, come on.

It was an accident.

I don't know what happened.

Miss Larkadia.

Mr. Montana, welcome.

And Mr. Quinnell.

Well, you didn't expect to see us again.

I believe you have something else for me, Mr. Montana. Is that right?

Excellent.

Are you out of your mind, Travis?

He doesn't want me. He's not interested in me. That's what he wants.

Deal's a deal, Cornell.

Can we get on with this, please?

Of course, of course.

I trust you take me to be an honorable man who keeps to his side of the bargain.

Your money.

I want something else. We agreed on a price.

Now this won't cost you any money.

We want Cornell.

Cornell?

What use could he be to you?

What if he posts them as wanted?

We can negotiate with one of the federations.

It's not possible.

Mr. Quinnell and I have a great deal to talk about. Fair enough.

Escort them to their shuttle and take Mr. Quinnell to the detention center.

Take them all to the cells, dispose of them, and then dispose of their ship.

Okay, just tell us what you did.

All right, I was just messing around with this thing.

This thing?

Yeah, the PDA. It remembers every sequence of

events like forever. Let's see what he did.

You see?

I told you I could fix it.

Rodolfo, we're back on.

Nicely done.

Thanks.

Well, Carl, is this going to work?

It's going to be interesting.

Well, the kid's done good.

It seems so.

Tudor to Travis. We're ready when you are.

Mr. Whitman, are you sure this is the way to the shuttle?

We're going to drop Mr. Quinnell off in the cells first.

Ah.

The box! Leave it! We can't leave it!

It's your other box!

I repeat, security breach in section 12. All units, section 12. Good luck, boys.

Have you all set? Full power.

Ready to rock and roll.

Don't wait for us. Go, go, go!

You sure about this, Carl?

Absolutely not. That is not what I wanted to hear.

We are starting to break free of the Graviton beam.

The tulip has cleared the beam.

Yeah, thank you, car.

Come on, come on, come on. Come on, Rudy, bring her around.

Yeah, all right, all right, I'm trying.

Ah, nothing to it.

So they've escaped.

No matter, Wyndham.

They're of little consequence now.

What's he doing back?

Oh, he's a bit like you. We couldn't get rid of him.

You guys cut that close.

Oh, we had it under control. Yeah, it was pretty straightforward.

Just a few tweaks here and there.

I don't know how useful it was.

Oh, yeah.

Did you know ancient legend says the Keres executed the will of fate?

When a man's fatal hour had come, the Keres would appear.

And if I remember, they would hover over battlefields

and drink the blood of dying men.

Do you think they'll come after us?

I was right, wasn't I?

They're going to get away with it.

Nah, stupid if Ed gets a look at the evidence,

cares that we shut down and everyone's going away.

More than we can handle.

I meant the others.

The ones who funded the experiment.

Whoever they are.

They're going to get away with it.

That, I don't know.

They'll come after me.

And you.

Your crew.

Better get your ship patched up, then.

You would have made a good raider. That's all I've been told.

On the next Star Hunter.

There's our cue.

Whoa! You want to come in and play?

Baby.

What the hell are you doing, girl?

I'm asking you questions. Answer them.

Where's my crew?

Where is everyone?

So where's the rest of them? There is no rest of them.

There was nothing. Not even a mind. She's not Percy.

Who is she, then?

She was on the Galantis. She's a mass murderer.

A very successful one, I might add.