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Three human suspects on board the vehicle Nexus VI are wanted.

If you have any information, contact the Space Police immediately.

Jay Jay's pasta! The food is amazing!

The ground was shaking...

Ten minutes later… I dunno. Cops were everywhere.

Shut up! That's a cult. The Koenigs are a myth.

They never existed.

The Dominion Cash is over! 500,000 credits, Brigitte!

What are you going to do? Take a trip? Put a bounty on someone's head?

Get Funky! Yeah, Ge Ge Ge Get Funky!

Get Funky! Yeah, Ge Ge Ge Get Funky!

Always bright! Perfect Cube! Just 10,000 credits.

A deadly good cigar!

Three human suspects on board the vehicle Nexus VI are wanted.

If you have any information, contact the Space Police immediately.

Always bright! Perfect Cube!

Hey, Roger! You can put out those flames, then we're done. I don't have all night…

Maybe electronics aren't your thing. Ever think about that?

The user manual must be around here somewhere.

Slexno! Where are you?

Hey, Slexno! Where are you?

What the hell are you saying?

We don’t get it!

I think they hit the switch. Our shields are wrecked.

Surely, hitting it will fix it.

-How much longer? -Diego could do it in 20 minutes.

-I'm by myself. We're screwed. -We're not going back there.

We don't have a mechanic right now.

-You're on your own! -Great.

-And you got 10 minutes! -Prick!

Captain! They're closing in!

Captain, I calculated our chances of escaping.

-They're 13%. -13%. I know.

Captain, this is serious!

Okay, let's go!

Sayreel, stay on the radar.

Slexno, fix that damn switch right now, and co-pilot… you co-pilot.

You don't wanna go soft. I'm not mad. You wanna go hard…

The positron cannons are ready!

We'll go hard!

Slexno, aluminum's melting point is at 660 degrees Celsius.

There's a chance it may…

Woah! Damn!

The switch is fixed!

Okay! I'll activate the backshield.

-In position. -Pasul!

-The octolaser is ready to fire. -Let's smoke these turkeys!

Where are you…

Fire!

Catch them!

Come on!

-Perform a system check up. -Ok!

- Charging double cannons for 72 hours.

It's an optimal system response time. Sit back and relax.

I feel so alone!

The love of my life is dead!

How will I carry on?

How courageous! Sometimes you have to choose life.

Someone resonates within me! Are you there? Don't leave.

It doesn't matter when you leave. Only when you return, do we see tears.

Shut up! Shut up! Be quiet. Gaspard, shut up!

You clown! You're a stalker. She ran off. That's no surprise.

-You are shit. -You're not in a very good mood today!

-Who are you? -I had feelings!

I'd have pulled down the stars and summoned the gods for her!

It was my life!

But… booze, you know.

Well, today's not your day. Here, take this port wine.

You'll see! It's excellent.

-Juliette? -Yes.

You came back. It's a miracle.

-Leaving one day… -Shut up! Damn it, Gaspard!

Very good wine.

Put that bottle down, Nicky.

Drinking that wine is turning your hair pink.

I liked it better white and immaculate like our love, all that time ago.

But I love you. I love you.

What don't you get? You're the reason for this wine.

-This very good wine! -You gotta come back.

You summoned the gods for me.

Where are they? I don't see them, Nicky!

No one is here!

I really don't like this situation.

Well then, summon them yourself, bitch!

Malokin!

Kukul. Do what you have to.

OK.

Let's get outta here!

Hello. You're under arrest.

-But we live inside an asteroid! -You can't find us.

Malokin!

All vehicles are now required to have asteroid scanners.

We see right through it, and even beyond.

This is a message from the Ministry of Transportation, Xarlaxx.

Oh, fu...

...cking shit!

They wish to communicate with you.

Wait.

It could be Macumba Night's manager.

Sure I may not have paid, but those cocktail prices were absurd.

You all right? Are you still with us?

-What weapons do we have left? -Well, just a few lasers.

Captain…

I have a solution.

-No way! -I'm ready, Captain.

I'd still rather see what they want. Send the message.

Well done! Terrible hiding spot.

I am Chief Gaïus Corrino.

We've wasted enough time.

-Give us your... -Yeah, yeah. I know.

You want to take me prisoner on your ship…

No, no!

It's your copilot we want.

Immediately.

Our copilot?

Why?

It's none of your business.

Uh, yes it is! I'm sure it is. -Hey, captain.

-I have a solution. -Enough!

Your fate and the fate of your crew depend on your decision.

Say yes...

or die!

Make a decision.

Trust me, captain.

Authorize the teleportation.

Captain, we're out of options.

Get a move on! We have other things to do!

Damn it! Sayreel!

Let the show begin!

It's…

Could someone walk me through the plan here?

It's magnificent.

-All right, captain? Trust us now? -That was a fluke.

Not a fluke at all.

It was the love of dance.

Guys! Stay the course toward Zegema beach, or else…

-Or else we'll get pulverized. -Hey, copilot?

If you're so great, how'd we end up in this mess?

Is that so? Why didn't they come looking for me?

You're mute all of a sudden? I think I know why. He's the only redhead.

You don't see many redheads.

Ok! I'll find out what I can do about the red hair.

You are putting way too much thought into hair color.

Exactly! And there's a huge redhead population in the galaxy's buffer zone.

Asteroid ahead!

-What asteroid? -I don't think we'll lose them this easily.

-Only the radar knows. -I'm tired of listening to the radar.

-I can't guarantee you… -Yes! I want you to guarantee me that…

-Oh, shit! -Oh, shit!

-I can mute the radar if you want. -Maybe try something a bit more pleasant.

Hold on tight!

It's going to hit starboard.

Our shields are gone, but we have enough power to outrun them.

Never mind. One of the engines is done for.

-Slexno! Arm the grappling hook. -Ok, captain.

Get ready.

Vector 6.7! Asteroid!

Get it!

Let it go! Right now!

Damn it!

Shit, they're not giving up.

Sorry to add to the anxiety, but I have to follow procedure.

-Slexno, why aren't you firing back? -Nothing's working!

Just so you know, our emergency capsules haven't been updated in years.

Ok. Thanks, Zarbut. Everyone in the emergency capsules.

I've already been in here for three minutes.

The probability of us crashing is 91%.

I can't let the Nexus VI crash.

A captain never abandons his ship.

95%.

Captain?

Damn it! Captain, get back here!

99%.

Captain, don't be a hero! Get back there!

Captain! Leave it.

What are you doing?

We have him.

Perfect. Bring him to me.

And eliminate the rest of Nexus VI.

It will be done.

A captain

never abondons his ship!

It's the ship who's abandoning you.

Shit, what am I still doing here?

Good news!

The Qualkerspitznol did not catch fire.

Does that make you feel better?

It's good news, right? What you think about that?

But I won't lie: a few circuits have been damaged.

Turn that damn alarm off.

My system is showing: 74 failures and 437 anomalies.

-What is this shit? -Anomaly number 4.

-Where are we? -We've crashed.

The rest of the crew were ejected. We're on the planet Kalima.

Incidentally, you have several cracked bones,

multiple internal hemorrhages,

and a metal rod stuck through your abdomen.

Shit!

I recommend you stay in the cockpit.

Thanks for the advice.

The hull integrity is compromised. Impossible to take off.

We're stuck here.

Damn it.

It'll be fine. Put these on, Captain.

They could save you. You're in critical condition.

The infusion will help you survive for some time.

-Where are they? -A few kilometers away.

I sent them our position.

The next logical step would be to wait for them.

-Ok. -However…

one of the signals is no longer responding.

Damn, why the copilot?

He was really likeable.

I don't know, but we're going to light them up.

Ok, the ship is 35 minute away.

Wait, no.

35 minutes on a speeder.

It'll take 2 days by foot.

Don't see any speeders 'round here.

I'm really gonna light them up, damn it!

Ok, we'll go that way.

Their average speed is 6 km/h.

It's fair to say you're not the hero this time.

-You don't like that, huh? -Zarbut, I just wanna rest.

I've known many crew members.

But you, you're really odd.

You're a good person deep down,

but you try your best to make people think you're not.

Are you having an identity crisis?

It's hot. I'm already fed up!

Right. Very good. Great idea.

That's what we'll do.

Find me that damn Nexus.

Why is that idiot with us?

Quotas, I'd say.

But it's a nice guy!

He got a nice dye job to fit in.

Nice is good,

but it's not a job!

You're exaggerating Moris.

I give this view a solid 5 stars.

Captain?

Your breathing is accelerating. Having a bad dream?

No.

When you close your eyes, what do you see? What does it do exactly?

Why do you ask?

I need to understand, captain.

It's like your normal life, but outside of your body.

-You see? -Oh, that makes a lot sense!

A bit like when the regulation of my notch filters goes into ultra bypass?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Shit!

The ship is losing energy. I have to suspend certain functions.

-Like what? -No more large gestures.

In order to maintain the heating, the ship locking,

the cooling circuits from overheating and your medical assistance,

I'll have to shut down.

Deactivate everything.

Keep the medical assistance,

and you, you're staying with me.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Thank you very much, captain.

I was wondering:

when you close your eyes at night,

is it also a way to open up about everything

you were afraid of during the day?

Zarbut,

it hurts.

Suffering will reveal your true nature.

Power is born from suffering.

So, Snoreflexno?

Sleep well?

We gotta move.

Alright, we're alone.

I could take him out quietly.

Moris!

You think this is easy for him?

He hasn’t understood a word we’ve said since yesterday.

Maybe I have a bit of trouble accepting others.

A bit?

Don’t make me laugh.

You don’t even accept your own wife.

Get over here, idiot.

Shit, if I catch them…

Okay fine,

the hair effort isn't too bad.

Are we going to be walking forever or what?

Sayreel. Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Shit.

The walk is over !

Your shirt doesn't make you invisible.

Those do exist though.

Too bad.

Where is the Nexus VI?

Turn around. Hurry up.

Oh, shit.

Ok, how about I shot you in the head and end this?

I don't know who you're after.

But I have nothing to do with the Nexus VI.

Darn, excuse me.

Ok, moustache, where's your crew?

If you answer,

I'll make it quick.

As you wish.

I needed that.

Thanks.

Ready to go?

I don't think I've ever seen anyone handle a rock so well.

I grew up in a place like this.

Nothing to eat. No technology.

Just nature and predators.

So you're like a prehistoric Mowgli?

No, Mowgli could communicate with animals.

Hey, what do you think we'll find in the ship?

What's happening?

The ship is expending minimum resources, but it's not enough.

Your medical assistance is about to end.

What's left to deactivate?

You already know.

What are you doing?

You need to save your strength, captain.

-You're digital, right? -Why?

-So I can save you. -No, captain.

You are tiring.

You cannot access…

The system that would save me is completely roasted.

You couldn't have told me that before I got on the ground like an idiot?

I tried, but you never listen.

Damn it.

There's nothing I can do.

You should try to sit back up.

Stay…

Zarbut.

Slexno.

He's still alive.

Hold on.

Come on.

Damn it. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

This way. It's not bad.

-Goddammit, he's heavy. -We'll put him there. Hold on.

Zarbut?

Heard about the copilot?

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

The ship wrecked.

We're stuck here.

We'll fix the transcommunicator.

We'll find someone to get us out of here.

Shit, I'm really gonna light them up.

That's precisely what we'll do.

We'll light them up.

But hurry up and pay the bill, or else they'll add late fees.

Best of luck, Nexus! I hope I don't see you again.

How's it going? Any headway on Gaïus Corrino?

Well,

I have bad news.

-To change… -Those bastards raised the bounty again.

So everyone is looking for us and our pretty little faces.

We'll be recognized anywhere we go.

Find some Morphol.

Saw what we did to your friends?

If you don't want us to do the same to you, hurry up.

I don't give a shit. You can even kill me. I won't say anything.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Things are moving! Ready to get out?

Shit.

Actually, I'm like my father.

-What? -Yeah, my father…

No, wait. Stop right now.

I couldn't give a fuck about your life. How do you take this shit?

-No more than one pill a day. -Captain, we gotta get out of here.

Not for Schmirlaps under 8 or pregnant women.

What are you waiting for?

Ok, teleport us.

Zarbut, get us out of here.

Slexno?

-You good? -She's there.

In the dark.

Slexno, what's wrong?

Damn it. Stay with us.

Come on, breath!

Slexno! Slexno!

He is ready.

His power will finally be ours.

…call the police immediately.

Three human suspects on board the vehicle Nexus VI are wanted.

But it says "20"!

Your menu is bullshit!

Can't you just include the tax in the price?

Oh, yeah? But I don't work for some corporation!

No, I don't want Piment'Oil! Damn it!

I know.

I know where the copilot is.

Neutrogazol. Minimum package selected.

Think about checking your vehicle.

-What? -We have some news.

So you see the copilot in his underwear in your dreams?

More like nightmares.

He's shackled. There's sharp tools. There's a creepy lady.

I've been in situations like that. It's not that bad.

All of a sudden, this guy who looks like the pig from the Ninja Turtles shows up.

The guy with a punk haircut.

I'll tell you what I saw. It's not my decision, ok?

-Thanks, Slexno. -No problem.

All right, you know why we're here.

They would've done it. They would've come to find us.

So, yeah, we may not know where we're off to,

but isn't that what we love about these adventures?

The thrill of death,

the danger of living on a razor's edge.

Aren't these the moments when we truly feel alive?

Yeah.

Why do we take these risks?

For the best of causes!

For our friends! For our family! And it's an honor for me to say…

For fuck's sake, Sayreel! Can you eat a little fucking quieter?

Yeah, you got your dessert on your pizza.

Don't give me shit! When I'm stressed, I do dumb shit.

-I mix it all up. I eat whatever. -Mainly "however".

So where are we going?

Well, I know he's in Merinol. That's a good start.

That's it? Can't you use your magic?

No, I don't control it. I'm not a damn machine.

There's blood…

and plastic…

-A building. It's yellow. -I don't understand.

There's sounds. Like from a video game. Blood.

-Mortal Kombat? -Pacman. It's Pacman!

-Tryptik Games. -Stairs.

They went down the stairs, and…

That's all I see.

-In Merinol. -That's all.

Tryptik Games.

The last arcade in the galaxy.

If you saw Pacmac, it has to be there. I'll play a nice little game of bomberman.

Yeah, or Killer Instinct!

Here's our buddy, Gaius, chief of the Comeback Cult,

a group of mystic crazies.

Not sure what they're up to, but they have time and money.

That have custom-made teleporters with their own logo. It's crazy.

And this guy, Moris, who you took out on Kalima,

he was a member of Jumpfit!

Jumpfit! He still has to pay his membership fees.

On Jumpfit's Frametube, there's just one picture of him,

where he's posing with another guy: Smoky.

I found him somewhere else.

Smoky from Frametube goes by the name Steamy on DingDong.

And he's constantly bouncing between vacations, clubs,

the fish market, and private parties.

There's the same logo.

Yeah, that means Steamy is also in the uluberlus cult.

He doesn't seem to be visiting.

His account is full of weird spiritual aperitifs.

-Who's the one with the big eyes? -Quarank.

On Facebook, these two clowns hang out in the same forum:

Partouze Petanque Wednesday.

I played before. I didn't like it. Too much petanque.

Thanks for the info.

There are only about 20 people who actually talk in the group.

-Look at the last post. -Pacman! That’s Pacman!

Guys, we're inviting ourselves to the party.

This plan seems complicated.

I had this on my face the whole time, and no one said anything.

We can go this way if we deactivate the building's security system.

-It'll give us a bit of time. -And we'll be 3 vs 20. No thanks.

That is not a problem.

It's not workable.

There we go.

-It's not having much of an effect on me. -Say what?

-No! -No!

What?

-I don't look good? -No, you look great.

Yes, this is how we'll do it.

You are wonderful.

I've looked for you for years.

I've sacrificed everything to find you.

My life. Other people's lives.

And I'd have destroyed more if I had to.

You'll soon fulfill your role.

You and I will be one.

It is indestructible.

-There's way too many people. -How will we get in?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Silence!

-Take your pins off! -Oh, yeah. Ok.

-Let's go. -Yeah, thanks.

Provost!

Thank you for joining me here for this big day.

For far too long,

our faith

has been mocked throughout the galaxy.

Our beliefs dragged through the mud.

Our followers insulted!

Lunatics! Traitors!

That's what they call us!

But I'll tell you this!

It is not an insult

because it's precisely who we are!

Beings touched by the light!

And today, finally, it is high time

we show everyone the beauty of our dogma.

Because we have found the one…

who will guarantee our victory!

Don't be fooled by his carnal form!

This being is the last of the Koenigs!

And his power

will soon be ours!

Hurry up!

We will become one.

No!

Slexno?

Explanation?

Electronics aren't my thing.

You don't understand!

You're not worth fighting for!

You are blind! Less than nothing!

Our faith is too great for beings as wretched as you!

Poor fool. You never understood anything either.

There's nothing you can do now.

It's over!

That's not possible!

-Take cover. -What will you do?

You have a few things to explain.

Because I feel like we weren't really needed.

How'd you just pull out an ice cream pop?

What is this?

No.

No!