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Dante didn't come out of hyperspace with us.

Previously on Star Hunter.

Do you have a name?

Travis.

I'm Dante's son.

What do you want with yours truly?

I heard you were looking for a bounty hunter.

A pretty little thing like you. Come here.

Sign there.

Thank you.

This is hyperspace.

The orchard has reopened.

What business?

You have the power within you to make this journey like I just did.

Why develop a weapon that can destroy a solar system? Lightspeed.

Hyperspace.

A weapon like that can control everything.

Now, Marcus.

Are you sure we're in privacy mode?

You don't think I'd want an audience, do you?

Well, we might.

I mean, how well do I really know you?

You want to find out?

Travis?

Travis?

Yeah, hold on.

Hi.

Hi.

You weren't by any chance having the same dream I was.

What?

Never mind.

Uh, Marcus was reading some article. I don't know.

He insists we meet him in engineering.

Now?

No, next week. I just thought I'd give you a really early heads up.

I love it when you're sarcastic.

Mm-hmm.

Get dressed. Dr. Lasik's theory suggests that a negative energy

pulse fired through plasma conduits in an antimatter module,

of which we are a proud owner, remember,

produces a positive energy pulse a split second later. Now,

in between those two pulses, a war bubble is formed.

You woke us up to tell us this?

Don't you know what it means? Stop it, Knight. I can hardly remember my name.

It means light speed, people.

It means hyperspace.

Hyperspace sucks.

I think this is the real deal.

Then why was this theory found in some obscure journal?

Because this Gregor Lasek was an unknown astrophysicist with a bizarre theory.

No one paid him any attention.

Still, something this big, you'd think someone else would have at least tried it.

Well...

First, not many ships have an antimatter module.

Second, no one reads these obscure astrophysics journals anymore. And third,

because the gap between the two pulses is so small,

no one's been able to measure it yet.

And do you know how to measure it?

Well, no. I didn't think so.

But when you do figure it out, give us a shot.

In the meantime, I have a dream to get back to.

Has it occurred to you you might be getting his hopes up?

I don't get this.

What if we could do it?

Dante is lost in hyperspace.

Dangling the chance of finding him isn't fair.

I didn't even mention Dante.

You didn't have to.

You're the one, you're the one, you're the one.

Hello, gang. Where's Marcus?

He must have been able to get back to sleep.

Where's Travis?

Car? Travis requested privacy mode in his quarters. Why didn't I think of that?

Morning, all.

Easy for you to say. Yeah, shove it.

Oh, well, it was bracing.

Where's Travis? He's not in his quarters.

You sure? Yeah, I knocked.

Car override privacy mode in Travis's quarters.

Acknowledged. Oh, he's not there. Scan the ship, Carl. Scanning.

Travis is not on board the Tulip.

Let's search the whole ship.

Yeah, well, I don't think we're going to find anything.

We're going to search, all right?

Of course we are.

Three more people with activated divinity cluster genes have been located.

They're being brought here to Olympus Mons.

I estimate three years to complete the hybridization of the species.

Murchison is still unaware of our agenda.

He's to involve finding a way to get a ship into hyperspace.

What's the matter?

I felt a displacement. Someone entering hyperspace. Two people.

To the best of our knowledge, there are no humans with the second gene activated.

There's a man I encountered months ago who was very resistant to me.

It could be he's about to become a stage two.

Who is he?

Travis Montana.

The son of Dante.

But I sense a stronger genetic link to this one.

Definitely a stage two.

You're the one.

The one what?

The one who'll find me.

I've already found you.

Not here. Not now.

When?

You'll know.

Trust me.

You must find me.

Kelly?

Travis?

Yeah.

Where the hell have you been? I've been worried about you.

It's okay, I'm alright.

I mean, we've all been worried about you.

Callie, I'm fine.

You look... I don't know, I was thinking about my father.

Next thing I know, I'm in Wonderland.

Hyperspace.

Yeah.

Divinity cluster again, right?

Maybe it's brought on by intense feelings. Yeah, but why you? I mean,

don't we all have these divinity cluster genes?

Apparently my mother did this transgenetic experiment

that somehow activated the first of the four genes.

Gene one gets activated, you think you're invincible.

Gene two gets activated, you're mucking about in hyperspace.

Genes three and four?

No, there's a mystery.

Your pal Eccleston went mad mucking about with genes three and four, didn't he?

So what happens if these two genes kick in in Travis?

He'll have an interesting day.

Yeah, well, gene two is about as interesting as I want to get.

Yeah, but the thing is, you don't have any control.

All I know is the woman I saw, she may have the answers I need.

Well then, we need to find her.

This is not an accident, this is a problem. I think one of them was Travis Montana.

But I don't sense full activation of the second gene in him.

He is less of a threat than whoever else was with him in hyperspace.

And that person is a stage two.

We're gonna have to deal with this situation.

Then I suggest we let Montana lead us to this other person.

Kill two birds with one stone.

So, in the infinitely small gap between the negative and positive energy pulses,

the anti-matter module becomes an artificial black hole,

producing a sort of curved time-space war bubble, which can surround a ship,

pushing it into hyperspace. The only problem is that if you misjudge the pulse gap,

Things go boom. There's always something.

Yeah, well, I reread Lasik's article,

and it seems to suggest he found a way to measure the gap.

Good reflexes?

Well, he was quite vague about it,

but he mentioned something called a horizon generator. Now,

that hypothetically could measure the pulse gap.

What the hell is a horizon generator?

Well, that I don't know.

And soon after the article was published, Lasik disappeared.

He's probably in hyperspace.

I don't think so. His big thing was about getting a ship into hyperspace,

not just a person. The Tulip has the hardware.

All we're lacking is the software.

Well, LASIK's the software.

He leads us to my mystery room, and the rest follows. Hyperspace.

Maybe even my father.

Hey.

Percy, why do you hate hyperspace so much? I don't know.

You weren't there.

Exactly. That's why I'm asking.

I mean, it might be nice to get a heads up. It's not a place, it's time.

Not light speed, it's its own dimension. It'll be fine if we get in and get out.

If we happen to get stuck like I was,

it will be like spending centuries in a cell with no window.

It hurts.

Best not to get stuck is my advice.

Okay, we just found an article by a scientist named Waylon Hirsch.

He mentions LASIK.

I thought we'd give him a call.

Card deactivated encryption mode. That might clear it up.

Then Gregor went into seclusion.

I'm sorry, Dr. Hirsch. I didn't catch all of that.

Your transmission was breaking up.

That's a problem way out here on Triton. I said Gregor went into seclusion.

Wiped his name out of just about every database there is. Any idea why?

Not really. I never actually met the man. Supposedly, he was a bit of an eccentric.

I dealt with his assistant, Dr. Vienna Gehlon.

And this Dr. Gehlon, would she know where he is?

Maybe. She's somewhere on Io, I believe.

Thank you, sir. Good luck, Mr. Montana.

So, of course, well, I am.

Carl, what have we discovered about Dr. Lassik's hyperspace theories?

They are highly unorthodox, but quite elegant.

So if we found a way to reconfigure the module, like Marcus said,

and measure the pulse gap?

The tulip could achieve light speed. However,

I hasten to point out that no calculus exists that will measure the pulse gap.

We intercepted a transmission from the Trans-Utopium. They're headed for Io.

They're trying to track down a Dr. Gregor Lassik

through a former assistant, a Dr. Vienna Geelong.

Lassik.

Well, Geelong could be the key.

We follow Montana's ship.

One of my old business associates of somewhat questionable

character once sold some black market supplies to Dr. J. Long.

Do you have a friend not of questionable character?

Um, no.

Anyway, Kars sending you the location now.

This address is in Sin City. Yeah, all the best scientists live there.

Thanks. Shuttle out.

You never did tell me about that dream you had the other night.

Oh, it was just a dream.

Was I in it?

Why do you ask?

Because you've been looking at me funny ever since.

I have?

Yes.

I'm sorry, I'll stop.

No, don't. I mean, you don't have to apologize.

Starting final approach.

Dr. Jalon, I'm Travis Montana.

I've been expecting you.

Please, come in.

So what do you mean you were expecting him?

We met in a finitely generated horizon where space is curved and time is looped.

I understand your great elastic system.

We're looking for him.

Why?

We think we may have a way of testing his theories on hyperspace.

Why would a bounty hunter be interested in that?

My father was lost in hyperspace.

Which is why you're the one.

I don't understand.

I'm not sure that I do either.

How would you test Dr. Lasik's theories?

Our ship is equipped with an antimatter drive,

and we have the negative energy to make the jump into hyperspace.

But you need the regression equations to measure the pulse gap.

These need to be fed into an horizon generator,

and I'm sure you don't have one of those.

No, we don't.

You're Lasik, aren't you?

A necessary deception, given the nature of my work.

So would you like to test your theories or not?

It's not that simple.

If it was that simple, we wouldn't be here.

There's more coming!

Is there another way out?

No.

The window?

Jump! I've got you! Come on!

It's safe.

Over there.

Keep it covered. I'll do the math.

What?

Dr. Geelong, good of you to join us.

Travis.

Travis.

Travis.

Kelly?

You all right?

All right, your relative.

I took one in the shoulder, and it hurts like hell. How about you?

I'm fine.

Dr. Jalen?

I got her.

Orchards.

That's to me.

Yeah, that's my guess.

Juliet, this is Montana. How's it going down there, mate? Less than stellar.

We think the orchard has Dr. Jalen.

I want you to monitor all ships leaving on her orbital.

And, uh...

Tell Percy to get the infirmary ready for some minor repairs. Callie's been hit.

Say again? Is she okay? So she says.

Hard as a rock, that one.

That's mostly her head.

We'll be ready.

Look at this.

It's a crepid old couple.

Let's hope we make it that far.

One horizon generator.

You're kidding, it exists?

Was that it?

Yeah.

Doesn't look very much, does it? How do you like trekking out, going to ships?

There's been a lot of activity. It's taking a while.

You'll be okay?

I may never play the tambourine again, but yeah.

You sure?

You could always use your other arm to play the tambourine. Shut up.

Well, come on, she'll be fine.

What's up with you two, anyway?

You think something's up?

I know something's up.

Well, when you figure it out, let me know, okay?

What do you want with me?

You make it all sound so melodramatic.

Like we're the bad guys. We're not, you know.

Then why did you attack those people?

Oh, they're bounty hunters.

With a reputation for kidnapping. In our opinion,

they didn't have your best interests in mind.

Whereas we do.

You do?

Like you, we're scientists.

Researchers dedicated to improving the human condition.

Do you see?

This is Alfea 165.

We are there, and yet we are here.

Why am I here?

I know you understand.

Because you're a stage two.

The second gene in your divinity cluster is activated.

You know this.

How? Because of your writings.

Your understanding of hyperspace could only

come from someone who can see hyperspace.

I see it for myself, no one else.

But that could change, couldn't it?

I note in one of your articles a reference to an horizon generator.

Why don't you tell me about that?

I was wrong. I abandoned that research because I realized it won't work.

Really?

I show her paradise, yet she remains skeptical of our motives?

Humanity isn't ready.

Who are you to decide?

Official. Yeah, that being the operative word.

I asked Carter to tap into the IO control mainframe. Not strictly legal.

No, neither is taking bribes to alter the official log.

Which seems to have happened here.

Sounds like our frenzy, Orchard.

So here's the raw data. 150 ships leaving IO in the last 16 hours.

Two ships unaccounted for.

One seems to have been smuggling midgets to the dwarf fights on Neptune.

There's nothing funny about small people.

Worse to live by, Marcus.

And the other ship?

Unknown registry.

Heading for Olympus Mons on Mars.

Good deal of military and scientific research going on there.

Sounds like the kind of place you'd find an outfit like the Orchard.

Car set course for Mars.

Acknowledged.

So, you looking forward to flying through those narrow canyons?

Not really.

Is this Dr. Jalon worth it?

Well, she may all be here to hyperspace.

Does that answer your question?

The reason I don't want to go to hyperspace is

because I believe Dante's trying to find me,

and I don't want to miss him. Okay?

You must be afraid of losing Travis.

What do you mean? It's pretty obvious.

You gonna be okay?

No.

How's she doing?

What's up?

I don't know.

Car?

I'm scanning rapid-onset heart failure. Set up a sterile field.

In the booth, Travis.

Travis?

I don't know. Initiating cardio defibrillation.

What's going on?

Carl, what's happening?

According to this, her heart is disappearing. What? Well, do something!

There's insufficient time to implant a replacement. She's losing blood pressure,

pulse is thready, O2 levels dropping, lungs collapsing.

Kelly?

Back to... when she was shot.

Divinity? Yeah.

What?

How?

Karen?

Post-mortem data scans revealed Aplinoxin 12, a toxin that dissolves muscle tissue.

The ammunition that hit Calais must have delivered it.

Her heart disintegrated.

The Orchard. What the hell are they playing at?

Is hyperspace worth Callie's life?

She's right!

Why did I say that?

You're all upset.

They were falling for each other.

That happened the day they met.

Now, I mean now.

Something was happening.

Yeah, well, life stinks.

Cheers.

My father, despite rumors to the contrary, I did have a father.

He was a drunk, gambler, womanizer.

My father liked him.

Cheers.

He left me and my mum when I was young.

She raised me alone. He left us with no money, no food, no home.

I guess that's why I don't want to be poor again.

It wasn't a day went by when I was a kid I didn't curse him.

And then I grew up, and I became a man.

But I needed him to teach me how to be one.

Needed. I still need him.

If I had the chance to find him, I'd take it.

Oh, I guess what I'm saying is, you've got my backing on this 200%.

Percy's wrong about hyperspace. If we give up on it,

then Callie's death is worth nothing.

It is worth it.

I know it is.

It's terrifying.

If it's up to us to stop it, then so be it.

I'm sorry about Callie.

How you doing?

Uh... Should have been able to stop it, you know.

Don't go there, Travis.

It's a mug's going.

What?

Something Callie said.

Yeah, the last thing she said to me was, again...

No, I'm not getting the connection.

You said don't even go there, but that's it. The

thing is, I can go there again, literally.

That's what she was trying to say. What do you mean, hyperspace?

Dr. Gellant, she talked about time loops in a finitely generated horizon.

Translation, please.

She said that in hyperspace, time isn't just a straight line.

You can go forward or back.

To stop Kelly being shot?

You can't be serious.

Why not? Because we're not sure it's remotely possible.

Percy, if it's not possible, we'll find out soon enough.

We are entering Mars orbit.

Marcus, you gay?

Always.

I hope you like your bumpy ride.

Once we hit those canyons, we'll be flying this baby by hand.

Think I'll skip lunch?

Are you sure we're doing the right thing?

Percy got you wondering?

It just seems like a long shot.

To save Kenny's life.

You're right.

Sorry.

No, point taken.

It is a long shot.

Entering Mars atmosphere.

Deimos chasma 5 degrees south latitude, 280 degrees west longitude.

All systems nominal.

Roll pitch in your study.

Let's see how long that lasts.

Not long. A severe turbulence.

Go into manual. Pitch 0.27 degrees. Roll 3 degrees.

You are...

0.278. Should have skipped breakfast, too.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

It's... I had this image of J-Lo.

I didn't hear her exactly, but I...

Now I just have a feeling I know where she is.

Too weird, Travis.

You're becoming too weird.

Thanks.

Travis, I fed you your landing coordinates.

It's a bit of a hike to the Orchard Complex, but it's underground,

so you probably won't be detected. Thanks, Percy.

So, will she work with us?

You know, sometimes the best way to get someone

to change their mind is to change their mind.

I'll set up a neuromodification session at the Skinner facility.

So I'm guessing that there won't be a huge flashing

sign saying Orchard Headquarters anywhere?

Fortunately, we won't need one. She's close.

Is that another one of your images? No, she's right here.

This way, Dr. Chalon.

Sit there, Doctor. There.

Julie, we're on our way. Somebody get the hell out of here.

Standing by.

I'd buckle up if I were you. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

What happened? Security lost her on the way to New York.

How?

Montana.

They communicated.

He's closer to stage two than I realized. I've sent a shuttle to pursue,

and the ship's standing by in case I make it to orbit.

Your point zero one seven to east port.

What the hell?

Incoming! Invasive!

He's trying to force us down. That's what we're gonna do. It's 90 degrees.

Are you crazy?

Car, open the shelving doors. We're coming in hot.

Yeah, well, I didn't expect you to have walked in.

All set.

They made it.

Yeah, we made it, but our stomachs didn't. Looks like they have a plan B.

The big guns. Shell, you've got company.

Engaging.

Maintain course and speed. We'll take evasive.

Keep it steady, Chilly.

We're on board. Fire countermeasures and get her up to speed.

What's the status, Rodolfo?

Not great.

We'll never outrun them.

Then we better get that anti-matter drive working.

We're on our way to the module chamber.

This way, Doctor.

Uh, what are you thinking of doing?

Not exactly sure yet.

Travis out.

Yes, I can do this.

Well, whatever it is, you've got to do it quick.

Where's the generator?

Over there.

Yeah, but where does it go?

Normally into a spherical interface,

but any connection with the module system will do in a crunch.

Marcus.

I've got it.

Well, I guess you figured out that we're in firing range.

In mere moments from clapping onto us.

Well, keep firing. Fire as much time as you can.

You heard the man, Percy. Go crazy.

This way, Doctor.

I'm losing it.

I've lost it! Well, we need to get it back!

Come on, try again.

Umbilical connecting 20. Ten. Nine.

Eight.

Seven. Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Engage. One.

On the next Star Hunter.

Why is everything blue?

What the hell?

What the hell's that?

Computer, what am I looking at?

The ship is losing molecular integrity. Why are we on the ship?

Because we're here.

And we can also be... here.

Did I alarm you?

I said fight back!

Are you sure this will work?

We'll all end up one big dysfunctional family again.

One.