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Thank you.

Where am I?

What's going on?

Hello?

Where are we?

What's happening?

Are we falling?

Can you at least stop shaking?

What does that mean?

I know. What do you need me to do?

Can you tell me if we're moving?

Fast?

Can you stop it?

Stop telling me what you don't know and tell me what you can do.

You can stop the rattling?

Okay.

How?

Okay, is there a breaker? Where's the breaker?

Breaker, breaker, breaker. There's one in here, right?

Okay.

Where is it?

Okay, if you were a breaker box in this death trap, where would you be?

Connected to the power cables.

So which ones are the power cables?

Okay, wires for each system.

Propulsion, life, nav, comms, power.

Power would be the biggest and most dangerous looking of them all.

There. Gotcha.

Where do you go working on it?

Come on I'm trying

Shut up

Emergency power restored.

Can we please turn off the alarms?

Negative. Catastrophic system failure detected.

I know, but driving me insane with the alarms isn't going to fix that. Turn off

the damn alarms.

Okay.

Okay, what's our status?

Main line support offline.

Backup system engaged.

Navigation offline.

Suspect damaged beyond repair.

Propulsion offline.

Emergency thrusters online.

So we have engines, but no way to use them. Confirm.

What else?

Comms? Communication online.

Okay,

I can work with that.

Is there anyone nearby?

Can you send a call out?

No signals detected.

Nowhere? Not a single person?

Negative.

Could it be damaged on our end?

Possible. Diagnostic clear.

Can you send a distress out?

Confirm. Okay.

Start broadcasting.

My name is... What's my name?

Hawk. My name is Hawk.

I'm trapped in an escape pod of some kind.

I have no idea where I am or what state this pod is in.

If you're getting this signal, please try and locate me.

I came from... I have no idea where I came from.

I don't even know my name.

I'm just... Hawk.

Computer, what's your first memory?

Emergency power restored.

The first thing you remember is me resetting the breakers?

Confirmed. Shit.

None of this makes sense. I don't recognize any of this.

Clearly I've been here a while.

Rather than focus on what I can't remember, what can I remember?

A vessel of some kind.

I

was

running.

I was running for my life. It was a disaster.

A disaster?

Do they need my help?

Are we about to crash?

I know.

I need to know if we're sinking to the bottom of the ocean or about to crash

into a mountain, computer.

Unknown. I know you don't know, so shut up.

Can you give me an outside display?

Negative.

Fine. There's got to be a gap or something.

What do we have here?

Computer, if I pull this out, is an ocean going to come rushing in?

Unknown.

It's worth a try.

Gee, I don't suppose you have a crowbar lying around.

Unknown. Let me stop you there. That was a joke.

Just a joke.

Joke confirmed.

Crowbar systems offline.

Did you just make a joke?

Confirmed.

Well done.

Confirmed. So you can crack jokes, but you can't open a damn window.

That makes two of us.

I think I liked you better when you were useless and quiet.

Confirmed.

Okay, there's got to be something right here.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

We're in space?

Unknown. No, I see it. We are in space. It's just... Why are we in space?

Unknown.

If I'm in a spaceship escape pod, it means I was on a spaceship.

I was on a spaceship.

I was on a spaceship.

I was on a ship.

It's a spaceship.

I was running.

Running for my life.

It was a battle.

Yes, the ship was under attack.

Oh, my God. Is the battle still going? Computer, is the battle still going on?

Do they need my help?

Unknown. Unknown.

Unknown. Did I flee the battle, or did we all abandon ship?

Where the hell is everybody?

Where the hell am I going?

Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. Signal detected.

Where? Unknown origin.

Distant. Very distant.

Can you contact them?

Signal too weak.

Corrupted. Must boot signal. How do we do that?

Processing. Power.

Boost power to comms. Boost signal.

How do I do that?

Take power. Add power.

From what? Where can I take power from to add to comms? Life support.

Are you joking? No. All other systems offline. Only life support functions.

You want me to unplug life support and plug into communications?

Confirm. How about I unplug you, you murderous pieces? It won't kill you. How

you know?

I know.

Hence their power.

Okay, but if you're trying to kill me, could you just blast me out of the

or something and spare me the trouble?

Confirm.

Okay.

Deal.

What do I do?

Brown wire.

Batteries. Find brown wire.

Connect. Batteries in floor.

Why are there so many damn wires?

I can't even tell where most of them go.

What does this possibly go to?

Connect brown wire.

Batteries in floor.

Yes, thank you. I remember that.

No, no.

Trying.

Got it.

Batteries in floor.

Batteries in floor.

Connect brown wire.

Connect brown wire.

Batteries in floor.

I got the brown wire.

Confirm. Batteries in floor.

Connect batteries in floor.

Batteries in floor. Connect.

Batteries in floor. Okay, batteries.

Where are batteries?

Batteries in floor.

There we go.

Unplug B. Plug to G.

D? G.

P? G.

T? G, as in goddamn, what a giddy is.

Okay.

Are you sure this isn't killing me?

Not yet.

Good enough.

Okay.

Where is G?

Between E and F.

Hey. Welcome.

Where are you?

Here. Here I am.

How do you do?

Okay, what do we do now?

Tune.

There's a radio, there's a tuner.

Now to find Matt.

Oh, shit.

Sorry, no.

I don't know. I have no designation.

If it has one, I don't know it.

I'm in an escape pod.

Who are you?

I

don't

know.

Hawk,

I think. At least that's what they call me.

Solar Expeditionary Alliance?

I don't think so.

I can't see it. The computer in this thing is not exactly helpful.

My craft is heavily damaged.

There's barely anything working.

Hell, I had to rob power from life support just to reach you.

and all alone out here in deep space.

Looks like it.

Well, lucky for you, I'm headed back home.

If you can align your course to mine, I can bring you back in my freight bay and

take you home with me.

Well, unless you prefer it out here.

Oh, no, please.

I'd be thrilled to come home with you, Skye. Thank you for your help.

Oh, don't thank me just yet.

First, we have to align speed and course.

You have nav?

No, but I'm getting the hang of this thing. I bet I can do it manually.

That's the right attitude, kid.

Hell, you may have a future in freighting if you're interested.

Let's get home first and see.

Okay, okay.

If you can help me align your ship, we'll get you home in no time. Hell

Okay, computer, how do we steer this thing?

Navigation offline.

I had a feeling you'd say that.

Is manual control possible?

Possible? Yes.

Easy?

Possible.

Which wire is it?

Processing. Self -diagnostic.

Light gray wire.

Not black or white or dark gray. Dark gray is our power. Will kill.

Noted.

Okay, what do we have here?

There's black, red, lightish gray, dark gray, plain gray.

Hey, you didn't say anything about plain gray.

Don't use plain gray. Plain gray, also our power.

Also kill.

Well, which one's plain gray versus lightish gray?

Light gray is the one that won't kill you.

You know, when we get home, the first thing I'm doing is recycling you.

I'm going to make you a coffee maker for the rest of your shelf life.

Not if you use the wrong wire.

You know, you have more smarts than I give you credit for.

You have no idea.

Now find wire.

Light gray.

I think I got it.

Oh, perfect.

I have you on scanner. Looks like our pitch, roll, and yaw are way off.

I'll do what I can to compensate on my side, but your pod is much smaller and

quicker to adjust course.

Looks like your yaw is off 55, pitch by 5, roll by 13.

Can you adjust?

I'll try.

I'll turn on this end, and you tell me what it changes. How about that?

Roger that.

Oh, and the computer says if this is the wrong control, I may electrocute

myself, so...

If you don't hear from me for a while, I guess go on home without me.

Well, I hope not.

For my sake, too.

My long -range nav computer's been damaged.

I can't get a plot course home. Well, not easily, anyway.

I'm ashamed to admit it. The last time I plotted a manual trip home, you

probably weren't alive.

I'm hoping you can help me out with that in exchange for a free tow.

Sounds like a deal to me.

Okay, I promise I won't die then.

But if I do, good luck.

Well, I'm alive.

Yeah, and you found the yaw control.

Wrong way, though. You're about 55 degrees off now.

Copy that.

Okay, there you go.

50, 45, 40. Keep at it.

Okay, 30, 20.

Slow it down now.

Good. Five, four, three, two. Easy now. One.

A little more. A little more. Stop. Good job, kid.

Thanks.

What you got now?

Let's find out.

Five for ten.

Eight and four off.

Three off.

Slow it down now. Two and one.

That's a match. Well done.

That makes you roll.

Yep, that's roll, all right.

Looks like you found roll.

That's four, three, two, one. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. You went too far

now. Back, back, back, back, back. And big old match.

Perfect. Keep that for about eight minutes, and you'll be in toe range.

I'll grab you and bring you in. You're the man, Sky.

In the meantime, let's get this course mapped so we can hit the burners as soon

as you hear.

I'm sending the charts through now.

Okay.

What? Oh, what do you think I mean?

With my nav van, I could use your help pinpointing our course.

Right.

Uh... Aw, come on, kid.

Don't they drill that in the Expeditionary Alliance school?

Yeah, of course. It's the first thing they teach us. It's just... I can't

remember.

What the hell?

Why can't I remember?

Okay, okay.

problem. The brain can get a bit jangled up from time to time. Memories are the

first to go. We probably all rattle from escaping that battle.

Just wait till you're my age. You won't remember what day it is.

Don't sweat it off. It's buried in there somewhere. You just gotta look and try

and relax and focus on it. The memory will come to you.

Relax in this?

Wait till you see where I am.

Just do your best. Take a deep breath.

Unwind and focus.

Okay.

I was in a ship.

Running.

Don't let the memories control you.

You control them.

They're yours after all.

Right.

I'm not running this time.

Observe the details.

What do you hear?

I was running to the escape pod.

Don't run there.

Your memory.

Go where you want.

Yeah.

I'll go to the bridge.

Holy shit. I can't believe this is working.

What's going on there?

Anomaly detected.

Eruption imminent.

That's right.

The disturbance had been detected on the fringe.

It shouldn't have been possible.

It broke the laws of known physics.

They were worried what that could mean.

We were the advanced elite.

So to investigate.

Then something terrible happened.

Good. Very good.

Now, do you see any maps?

Star charts?

There must be some navigational data.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

It's the bridge.

There has to be.

There it is.

Holy shit.

Holy shit, I can finally go home.

Easy now. Stay focused.

Hold the details.

Did you see the location at home?

I did.

Well...

I pulled up the charts on your computer.

Can you help me ping it?

Oh, where do we go?

Hold on.

There's something here.

Something written.

Home. Do you have the course for home?

Some letters.

More letters.

This looks like a message.

Listen to me. We're drifting out of alignment.

Give me the location of home and I'll reel you in and get us back. It's now or

never.

This is my handwriting.

I'm losing you, Hawk. Hurry!

The location, Hawk. Give me the location!

Why would I say that?

Why would I say that to myself?

Of course!

I'm not sure I'm supposed to go home.

Scott?

Scott!

Computer, can you bring him back?

Just

you

and me again, huh?

And much left there.

Do not fog the windows.

Hey, that was important.

What could that have meant?

Why can't I remember?

Hey, if I can recall some of my memories, can you recover any of yours?

Negative. Humans are more fragile, but they are also more resilient.

If a computer loses something, it's gone forever.

When a human loses something, they may yet recover what was lost.

Maybe.

So you're saying I have to do all the work again.

I could stop seeing all that air you're in such a hurry to waste.

Suggestion? Go for it.

When data is corrupted, an AI focuses on what it still does have to try and

isolate the corruption.

Rather than focus on memories you don't have, what if you focus on what you do?

Work from there. Worth a shot.

Thank you.

Focus on work.

We had taken heavy damage.

The ship was breaking apart.

But why was the ship breaking apart?

Yeah, the disturbance.

We were sent to inspect it. We found the disturbance.

It confirmed decades of research. Anomaly detected.

We wrote the laws of physics right before our eyes.

Proximity alert.

Proximity alert. Nothing emerged out of warp space.

Warp space?

What the hell is that? We can't go to warp space. We can't even get half the

speed of light. That's all just theoretical.

Why are people screaming about a warp space this time the proximity alarms are

going off?

But something wasn't right.

We all felt it.

My God, I remember.

It was impossible.

And terrible.

And the worst was yet to come.

It was in this moment that we made several huge discoveries.

All at once.

One, workspace exists.

Exists and can be traversed.

Everything is going to change.

Two, there are aliens.

Now everything really is going to change.

Neither of these discoveries ever got their moment to be celebrated.

Because three, they are hostile.

They are going to kill us.

Evidenced by the fact that they are opening fire on us.

Hold on.

That sound.

What is that sound?

Report. What the hell is going on?

Is it the ship? Is it back?

Report. We are out of air.

That's simultaneously better and worse than I was expecting.

What? The air supply has been depleted.

You have three minutes of breathable air before you suffocate.

Are you serious?

Two minutes. Yes. I predicted this would happen. It's right on schedule.

Well, what do we do?

Re -enter prolonged hyper -deplete.

This isn't a ship. How do we... Give Pod Perry field fleet technology for a long

journey. We're going to need it. But I was just remembering the good stuff.

The warp space, the tearing space, the giant alien ship.

And you spent the last of your air doing so.

Why didn't you warn me?

I did. And am.

Now. Then.

Try and save some air.

Bringing sleep functions online now.

We must point ourselves towards home as best you can remember and hope we're

close enough to be recovered.

Breathe while you can.

What happens if we

miss?

Hypersleep is a near -perfect stasis.

Next time you wake, it will either be when we're picked up at home or we'll

it and drift through the cosmos for eternity.

Try and make a good guess for both of us.

I've routed the navigational charts to your screen.

Lock in your best guess for the location of home.

I'll use the remaining power for a sustained burn in that direction.

I'll get you home, or at least hopefully close to it.

No.

I don't know.

You will be saved, eventually.

But you must make your best guess now.

Air is softening in ten seconds.

Please fuse a home star.

I can't.

Eight seconds. Any star?

No. No.

Six seconds. Do you really want to drift here forever, Hawk?

Three, two, one.

Backup air supply tapped.

There was a backup air supply and you didn't tell me?

You didn't ask. There are backups for every system. Most of them are offline.

Breathable air is among them now.

This hasn't fixed the problem, only delayed it. The same thing will happen

again, and next time there won't be backup air. Computer, is there a backup

backup? No.

At least now I've asked.

It really is now or never.

Okay.

Query, it's a pod, and therefore your chances of survival depend upon a

critically low air supply.

May I suggest an alternate activity?

It's the only thing that's gotten me any results.

By results, are you referring to losing the one possible contact we've had? The

same one that wanted to help us get home?

Then by all means, please continue gasbagging.

Got one.

Are you sure it's not a fingerprint?

Mission?

Mission. Remember mission.

Mission.

I was on a mission.

I'm still on a mission.

We were at war and didn't stand a chance.

Everyone was running for their airlocks.

How weren't we fighting?

No, the mission.

There was a mission, yes.

I wasn't running from danger.

I was running to something.

Yes, they had a mission for me.

The battle's lost.

Fleet doomed.

They're superior to us in every way.

That's right.

I remember now.

But in their hubris, they've left themselves vulnerable, you hear? And in

midst of all this chaos, we are getting one person, one, behind enemy lines,

taking our greatest weapon straight to them.

That someone is you.

They wanted me.

A low -rank mechanic.

You're going to be our little Trojan horse sailor.

You're going to venture deep into their guard where no human has ever been and

destroy them from within. You copy?

Good. Now listen closely because here's the hard part.

Their technology is too advanced.

Anything we send will be scoured and decrypted.

So we have to send you without any data for the hostiles to intercept.

No orders.

No maps.

We're even wiping your in -flight computer as best we can while still

you alive.

Anything then with you will be used against you.

That's not all.

We have to assume they'll get you as well.

We've got to wipe you too.

Trust nothing but reason.

Trust nothing but reason.

What the hell does that mean?

Perhaps they would reason that we could find a way home?

Trust that we can find a way home?

No. The emphasis was different.

Trust nothing but reason.

Trust to nothing except for reason.

So it stands to reason.

They'd wipe the computer along with my memory.

So at least we know why you're so useless.

Thank you. Now we know why you're so useless too.

Here we are.

Both useless and adrift.

Nothing to trust but each other.

And reason.

Trust reason.

Let's rationalize the hell out of this.

Okay.

Here's what we know.

They were beaten.

Badly. But they had hope.

Otherwise they wouldn't have sent me on a mission.

They had hope I could make a difference.

And look what a difference you've made. Look how foggy those windows are.

Shut up, I'm thinking.

Processing relief.

I thought it was wires melting.

Seriously, cram it. I'm getting somewhere.

In fact, we are... Computer, disable audio.

Okay.

Why am I out here?

They wiped my memory.

They knew I'd be caught.

She called me a Trojan whore.

She wanted me to be called.

But they wiped my memory.

They didn't want any information to go out with me.

They don't know where Earth is.

We're trying to protect Earth.

That's the one thing they'll try and get from me.

The one thing I mustn't give them.

Not giving them something is hardly a mission.

What am I supposed to do?

Taking their greatest weapon.

Then what is the damn weapon?

Keith? Keith?

You out there? Come in.

Yeah, I'm here.

Listen,

I lost you when our course was drifted.

I've got a fix on you, but I can't hold it long.

You're about to drift out.

Computer! Computer!

All right.

Computer, enable audio interaction.

Signal detected.

That ship you lost is back. Thank you.

Listen, kid, I can still scoop up the ship and bring you home, but I could

really use your help with plotting the right course. Can you help me?

Kid, you there?

Hawk? Yeah, I'm here.

My goodness, I'd be lost without you. Can you help me?

Sky, why don't you know how to get home?

You must have gotten banged up in that battle harder than I thought. You think

an old -timer like me could chart a course home after having a computer do

for decades?

My computer does that, but it's been damaged. Will you help me? Will you help

me?

How did you know I was in a battle?

Huh. I never told you I came from a battle.

In fact, I didn't know that myself until just a minute ago.

Computer, mute the mic.

Muted.

Computer, my mission.

I was told we would most likely encounter hostiles.

They wiped your memory and they wiped my memory for that very reason.

But now we're out here and there's no sign of hostiles.

There's no sign of anything but this guy.

Can confirm.

Is it possible he's lying to us that he's the hostile?

Can confirm.

Can confirm.

Kid?

Kid, you out there?

Yeah, I'm here.

I can get us both home.

Now, we can do this the easy way or the less easy way. But either way, we're

going home.

I don't think I should go home.

I have a job to do. I know that.

You don't know shit, kid.

If you see a fraction of what I've seen out here, you'd want to take my home and

get home as fast as you can. You hear me?

Now, you know the road home, and I have a ship.

All you have is that drifting piece of trash.

I could shoot you down in seconds if I wanted.

Now I'm going to lock a tractor on you, bring you aboard, and we're going home.

You got it?

Confirm, or I will open fire.

Yeah, yeah, I hear you.

Good. Now prepare for a tow beam.

Find your frequency.

Computer, mute the mic.

Muted.

Computer, he wants to use a tow beam on us. Yes.

A charge particle emission attuned to a certain frequency.

When matched to a corresponding resonance frequency of a different

forms a temporary impenetrable bond, fusing any number of objects into a

object for as long as the beam is sustained.

Can confirm.

I'm not asking if you're familiar with it. I'm asking if you have any ideas.

Ideas for what?

Stopping him.

His vessel is vastly superior to our own. It stands to reason that we should

what he says.

We're not doing that.

So much for reason.

Would you risk endangering your mission over this?

I think he is my mission.

Confirm?

He shows up right when I start to get a clue about what I'm up against.

And he wants the only thing I know I'm not supposed to give.

It's too convenient.

All of it.

It is?

That thing?

Well, I don't buy it.

Kid, you got that frequency for me yet? I'm still looking. Give me a minute,

would you?

It's a small pod. Can't take that long to search.

You got two minutes before we do this.

The latch, anyway.

Computer, he wants to grab us with a tow beam.

Can confirm.

Which is a charged particle field tuned to the resonance frequency of the object

it wishes to latch.

Can confirm.

In this case, our hull.

Can confirm.

What happens if the frequency's wrong?

That would be impractical. A near -missed frequency could cause the beam

latch incorrectly.

It could fail and strand us mid -tow.

A larger miss in frequency, once charged, could damage the hull.

How much would it damage the hull?

Proportional to the misalignment in frequency.

So the more wrong we are, the more damage gets done.

Confirm. To who?

Us or him?

There's a 50 -50 chance for either.

Let's do it.

Sarcasm not detected.

50 -50? Those are the best odds we've ever had.

Can confirm.

What happens if we align the beam to the wrong frequency?

The exact wrong frequency?

The square inverse of his beam. The beam and corresponding hull will resonate to

an unsustainable kinetic oscillation amplitude.

Catastrophic damage to one of the vessels if the beam is maintained.

Hence the well -worn axiom to only tow that which you know.

Yeah, he's trusting us.

Because he probably doesn't think we're dumb enough to risk a one in two chance

of certain death.

Fifty -fifty chance it's him.

Confirm? Confirm.

We find their whole frequency so we can give him the exact wrong answer.

352 .315 megahertz squared.

What? You know it? Can confirm.

You're not so useless after all. Can confirm.

So if he tunes his toe beam to the square inverse of that, one of us will

shaken to pieces.

Can confirm.

Time's up, kid.

50 -50. Here we go.

Unmute the mic.

All right, I've got it.

Transmitting frequency.

Got it.

White called you. Now prepare for lock.

Time to go home.

You gave him the inverse, right?

50 -50 chance.

Screw you.

Confirmed.

Prepare for tow.

Charging particles in 3, 2, 1.

Are you out? I'm your damn mind.

What's the matter, bite off more than you can chew?

Fool. I'd rather pull a data out of your broken pod than risk my ship. I'm

breaking off the tow.

Computer, he's breaking the beam.

The beam is created with charged particles.

To cut it, he simply breaks the flow of energy.

We've got to keep him hooked. To maintain the beam, we must maintain the

which, I remind you, we have precious little of. That's our only chance.

Pour everything we've got into keeping that beam active.

Including life support?

Whatever it takes.

One view to the ends of the cosmos.

Break away now! Now that we've got you by the balls, you're going to answer my

questions? You have no idea who you're messing with.

You're lying to me. Why?

I need to get home.

50 -50 chance it's you that's going to blow apart.

What's it going to be?

Cut this off.

Let's go home.

Who are you? Where are you from?

You know what? You didn't get sick.

If I just brought you up first.

You had your chance.

See you on the other side.

Computer, pour the engines into that beam.

Now, maximum burn.

Reminder, that was Maroon up here with insufficient energy to return home.

In the absence of options, the only one available is the bed.

Now do it, now!

Computer, what the hell is that?

His ship.

He blew up?

We certainly didn't.

Well done, buddy. Well done.

Confirm. There's a 50 -50 chance you're not a fool.

Thank you.

He is dead.

We had to.

Sensor data is coming in. His ship is destroyed, but pieces are intact.

We may be able to replenish the energy that you wasted on him.

That's great.

Suggestion? Yeah?

Now that you've incinerated our only possible help, may we please go home?

There's nothing else to be done out here.

We have a mission to do. We're not going home. Not now, not ever. Not until the

mission is complete.

What mission is that?

I don't know.

I don't know.

What is that?

We've run out of air again.

Is there a... Negative.

There is no backup this time.

Bringing sleep system online.

Get that away from me.

You.

Confirm? You. You're lying to me just like him.

Objection. Carbon monoxide is building up in the pod.

One of the primary symptoms of a CO overdose onset is feelings of paranoia.

Turn off the alarms.

You are not yourself.

I don't know what I am, but I'm sick of being lied to. Turn off the damn alarms.

Your vitals are getting weaker.

Please, put on the mask.

It's time to go home, Hawk.

Go to hell.

What are you doing, Hawk?

Hawk?

Nothing but reason.

Hidden in plain sight.

I don't know if I'm Suffocating or hallucinating.

That's definitely my handwriting.

What the hell?

Halo.

where all the cables go.

Not a two, no.

No what?

Proximity alert, proximity alert.

Proximity alert, proximity alert.

Proximity alert.

Proximity alert.

Alarm. Proximity alert.

Proximity alert.

What's that I'm bored with, kid?

I've detected a new power source on your ship just now. How is that?

How are you still alive?

I murdered you myself.

Seems like we're both a bit dishonest of late, doesn't it?

I'm willing to forgive you, kid.

Hell, I'm still willing to save you.

You can still go home.

I'll even give you air along the way.

Unlike you, I've got plenty of it.

All you've got to do is power down that energy source and start getting the

coordinates. Energy source?

A warhead?

You're in over your head, kid.

Warhead online.

Input code.

Code?

Admiral Deckhead!

Admiral Carter, it's an honor.

Sit, Malk.

So you're the one they're trusting with this?

We've learned a lot today, sailor. Not least of which is our own limitations.

Thirteen minutes.

Sir?

13 minutes? That's the best we could do.

That's how long it took them to flatten our entire fleet.

The one that's taken 30 years and more GDP than half the planet to make.

Snuffed out in 13 minutes.

You know what else we've learned?

You've heard of antimatter?

Yes, sir.

Now you've heard of antispace.

Welcome aboard.

Or as the scientists refer to it as, void space.

Void space is real.

The theories, the models, the simulations.

We've confirmed it today, and that proof will set us forward centuries.

If we had time to use it.

The fleet is ruined.

None of us are getting out of here alive.

I'm told we have minutes at best left to live, but rather than limp home and

lead our killers right to our den where our children sleep, we're going to hide

our trail, make it hard on them, hard as we can, and buy home the time they

need. Anything I can do, I will, sir.

In those 13 minutes, we've been busy.

Not just getting our asses kicked, but...

taking the data we've been able to glean, and we've rigged one of our own

cores attuned to the inverse of their impossible yet clearly possible void

drive. That's the best we could do in 13 minutes, but we think it's enough.

If used properly within their warp bubble, this warhead should detonate the

enemy ship, possibly steal it out of our positive space indefinitely.

Thirteen minutes ago, it was theoretical.

Now it's being loaded into an escape pod.

An escape pod?

A warhead.

Their technology is vastly superior to ours.

Anything we launch, they snuff right out. But a harmless little escape pod

no visible energy signature?

You're no threat to them.

You've got to get close.

Right down their throat, then blow this thing.

But I'm a mechanic. I don't know anything about void space.

Sir? You can fix things.

There's going to be a lot of that needed to pull this off.

Stay alive long enough to get this there intact, and it will do the rest.

Plus, you have a family. You know what's at stake.

When doubt might break greater men, you won't have the option.

Sir?

It is...

Highly likely that you are going to be captured and possibly interrogated.

There's nothing you can give them that they don't already know.

Not much.

And therein lies the crux.

We need someone we know won't crack.

Someone that would and will rather die than give in.

Not much?

There's one thing that you know that can be used against us.

One thing I'm certain they'll want.

That's why they won't shoot you down.

You know it.

Every sailor knows it.

Second star to the rat.

Straight on till morning.

You know how to find your way home.

Earth.

Drop any failure between here and Alpha Centauri, and they can charter a return

voyage in minutes.

If they're hostile to us, which...

The only thing keeping them from torching our planet like they have this

is they don't know where it is.

They must never know, Hawk.

Understood.

I'm sorry to send you on this brutal mission.

To rob you of your memories and set you on this path.

I don't know what they'll throw at you, but I know it'll be hell at best.

Then I'll just have to give them hell back.

Send them straight there, son.

The only hope you have is their knowledge that you are helpless with

that you have valuable intel.

Prove them wrong on both counts.

You carry the fate of us all.

Everything will be uncertain.

Do not detonate until you're certain.

Until you're certain.

When will I know?

Pop?

You better come up.

What?

You'll want to see for yourself.

What is it?

Admiral.

Hawk. What's going on, sir?

I'm cancelling the mission, sailor.

What? Why?

That's above your pay grade. What matters is you've been given an order. A

direct one.

Sir. What?

Seeing as you're willing to risk your life for this mission, I'm willing to

extend you the courtesy of an explanation.

Peace. We made peace with the contact and our ceasing hostilities.

That includes you.

We're coming to get you. In the meantime, you are to power down the

wait.

A thank you would be nice.

A sir, yes sir, would suffice. Thank you, sir.

It's just...

You said everything depended on me.

You told me not to trust anyone.

That's why I took the liberty of contacting you myself.

It's time to come home.

I'd like very much to come home, sir.

It's just... I can't.

I know that.

That's why you chose me for this, isn't it? I chose you because you were smart.

Now don't be a fool.

I've been fooled many times, but respectfully, It's not going to happen

Power that thing down.

This isn't a request, Hawk. It's a damn order.

One that I must decline.

You trusted me.

Everyone trusted me.

And I won't fail them.

It's not a request.

If you won't do it, then we'll do it ourselves.

We're taking control of your ship.

Computer! Computer, help!

I'm unable to process that request.

The comms system.

We've got to disable the comms. Without that, he can't control the ship.

I'm unable to process that request.

Come on, computer!

I am unable to process.

No, not now!

Then I'll do it myself.

What are you doing, you idiot?

I'm disabling the comms.

I'll pull it off the ship if I have to.

You've got nothing without that.

Don't be a fool.

You'll get yourself killed.

Isn't that what you sent me to do?

Not like this.

Don't throw your life away.

They had to get me in here somehow.

Computer, open the door. I am unable to process that request.

Of course you are, as I unplugged you ten minutes ago.

Am I even talking to a computer?

You know what?

It doesn't even matter.

Plenty of possum, huh?

What are you doing, Hawk?

They wouldn't have trusted everything to you. There's got to be a manual control

here. One that only I could use.

There. Don't do this, Hawk.

You'll regret it.

They are not our enemies, Hawk.

You're going to make a big damn mistake.

You will die, Hawk.

That food will insulate you against the vacuum of space, but you will freeze to

death long after you suffocate on your own air.

How many times have you told me I'm going to suffocate any minute now?

Not enough, it seems.

You think this is funny, sailor?

I think it's funny how I didn't hear your voice until just a minute ago when

said your name, and then there you are.

Lucky for you.

You wouldn't be trying to stop me unless there's something I'm still capable of

doing.

Now go to hell.

Welcome, traveler.

Who are you?

A traveler?

Not unlike yourself.

You have traveled so very far from home.

As have I.

Where are we?

In between.

Aboard.

A ship?

To your mind, yes.

To us, an outreach.

An extension of will made real.

Us? You're one of them. One of the species that attacked us.

Them?

No.

You would not like talking with them.

I speak in a way that the species of your space can comprehend.

Why did you attack us? Why did you murder so many?

We did nothing to you.

It is what you would do that we cannot allow.

My masters have allowed you to live so that you could give them the location

of your home and end this.

We have given you many opportunities, but your resistance has been

stubborn.

Rather than deceiving you any longer, we are willing to give you the dignity of

honesty.

Something it seems your own species would not.

Catching one of you is quite difficult.

Your species is surprisingly death -prone.

Death -prone? You're monsters!

My masters are anything but.

They're shepherds.

Seeking to protect you and the other species you'd endanger by playing with

powers you don't understand.

They come from the space you call void or anti -space.

The denizens of your space must not wield the power of the opposite or

would ensue.

How long have you done that?

Forever, as far as you know it.

Why do you think you've never found an intelligent species in your space?

You've wiped them all out.

All of them.

When a weed grows beyond its place, it must be trimmed lest the whole garden be

fouled.

But there's still time for your species. There's still time for you.

They're willing to take you home.

Bring me home to watch it burn?

Burn?

No.

Change.

Yes.

Your curious eyes are looking in places they should not and seeing things they

should not.

Those curious eyes must be put out.

You must be prevented from grasping at these powers again.

One way or the other, we will find it.

A century to you is a blink to us.

Why not allow for a more peaceful transition now and save yourself

in the process?

I would die to save them.

No doubt.

But save?

You are on a fool's errand concocted by greater fools.

idea what you're up against.

Trust nothing but reason.

The fact that I trusted them makes them trustworthy.

If they're trustworthy, they wouldn't waste my life.

They wouldn't send me on a mission that's hopeless.

And if the mission isn't hopeless, it means there's something I can still do.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be talking to me.

It means I can still succeed.

Or it means you are mistaken.

I would rather trust them than you.

Your trust was not a requisite, just a preference.

No matter.

What won't be given.

Don't bother.

You're in my space now.

They call themselves the conclave, my masters.

Theirs is a hive -like intelligence. A trillion minds working as one.

They have shared this gift with me.

And if you won't give me the knowledge I require,

I will share their gifts with you Why

did you do this in the first place?

I wanted to avoid the stain of touching you

Your memories.

Such a brief life.

My.

It's only a matter of time before I find what I need.

Then you may die.

This.

your species.

These are your kids.

A family.

You have a family.

Primitive lot.

Don't matter.

We shall add their voices to our chorus.

going to enjoy this now.

The conclave discourages unnecessary cruelty, but I'll

make an exception.

Each passing moment, I absorb more of your mind.

It's only a matter of time, people. We find your home.

This void energy,

that your species was so determined to burn themselves with.

I'll show it to you as I kill you with it.

It doesn't function like regular energy, quite the opposite. It can be molded

and sculpted under the right circumstances by the will of the bearer.

It can be quite

Volatile. Quite dangerous.

I think telepathy is a two -way street.

Your home star is near.

What is your name for it?

Alpha Centauri.

With each passing moment, more of your knowledge is mine.

I almost have to kill you quick.

Your home is named...

Dirt. Your home is named after dirt.

It's not dirt.

I see.

Mars.

Saturn. Venus.

Mercury.

Yes, I'm close now. Very close.

You.

Be careful where you look.

You may not like what you find.

You

hear

them, Hawk?

A song set in motion since before your home world was.

That's the chorus of the conclave.

And the future of your birth.

It'll all be over soon.

I feel this ship.

It's huge.

Greater than any city on your earth.

Feel resonance of its song as it echoes across the

cosmos.

Resonance. I know it's resonance.

What have you done?

What have you done?

Powerhead online.

Input code.

Main power restored.

I know.

50 -50 chair.

I know!

Which wire is it?