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- Previously on "Killjoys"...
- 437 local agents

have stopped reporting for duty.

Until we know why,

my investigators and I

are assuming full control of this RAC

effective immediately.

There are two strains of Hullen.

Some were made to take orders.
Some were born to give them.

- We're coming for you.
- We can't win this war

on skirmishes.

We need bigger targets. We need an army.

Welcome to the revolution.

It's some kind of genetic bomb.

You could wipe out an
entire bloodline with this.

Oops.

Oh, yeah.

- I can't.
- Shh.

- Let them finish.
- Why?

We have guns. They have no pants.

Professional etiquette.

Cardiff's a ranking officer.

From a different sector. Barely counts.

My ears need a shower.

Oh, my God, incoming!
Hard left, hard left!

And counseling.

Guys, kind of on a timeline.

- May I, Eddie Etiquette?
- You first.

- Oh.
- What the hells?

Is it too late to go back in the closet?

Yeah, a little bit.

Captain Cardiff, we're
taking you to the Quad now.

Are you kidding me?

You know how little free time I get?

- Sorry.
- Apologies.

- You can, uh...
- Very rude.

Cover up with this.

- What the hells is this?
- A hostage-taking.

Again, we apologize.

- What's that for?
- Tipping her.

- She did all the work.
- Thank you.

Heading to Black Site.

Sorry for the cloak and dagger.

- Had to be done.
- Turin.

What the bloody hells?

Morning, sunshine.

Fancy, want to give Captain
Drunk Pants a poke there for me?

You abducted three
interstellar RAC captains

from the biggest outposts in the J.

That ticks all the boxes for stupid.

Yeah, I wish your travel arrangements

had been more befitting your rank,

but I don't have time to give a shit.

None of us do.

This some kind of joke to you, agent?

No, you pompous ass.

This is a bloody coup.

I'm not gonna pretend that
I ever liked you, Turin,

but I never took you for a traitor.

It's okay, Cardiff.

I always took you for a moron.

But even you've heard
of Level VI, haven't you?

Level VI?

That's a myth. That's horseshit.

Yeah, that's what I thought,
till I met folks like her.

Meet Lucian Kitaan.

Transferred to my RAC nine years ago.

Background unknown.

She's over 100 years old.

Looks pretty good, doesn't she?

- Why isn't she moving?
- A little paralytic agent

we cooked up to help with the fidgeting.

You're gonna let that
Killjoy and all of us go,

or I'm gonna have your balls
and your badge, all of you.

Then I definitely shouldn't do this.

They're called Hullen.

Human hosts taken over
by an alien parasite.

Turns them into hive-minded sociopaths.

They're stronger, faster than us,

and they can heal
from almost any injury.

- What do they want?
- To make more of them

and less of us.

Every RAC is crawling with them.

They use RACs to vet viable hosts

and control strategic
positions in the J.

You're only captains in name.

The real power behind
the RAC are the Hullen.

I think I would know if alien parasites

were hiding on my ship.

We knew you'd doubt us,
but we don't have the time,

so tonight we're gonna prove it...

teach you how to clean
your house by cleaning ours.

What the hells does that mean?

We still have Hullen in our own RAC.

Tonight we wipe them
out once and for all.

You have front-row seats to the show.

In front of you, you've got everything

that you need if you join the fight...

the locations of all the plasma
pools nearest your own RACs,

a sample of the black plasma
you'll use to poison that pool

so these alien dickholes
don't replicate,

and a knife that you'll use
to prove that you're all human.

- What's in the cup?
- Coffee.

It's gonna be a long night.

Commander, why was
Fell Squad given orders

to divert course?

There is a package I need collected.

Fell Squad was closest to coordinate.

Fell Squad monitors the Quad.

After Kendry's misguided
warrant for the Killjoy,

I thought we agreed the Quad
was of no strategic value.

Oh, did we?

Poor Kendry's been feeling homesick,

so I thought I'd bring
her back something...

- pretty from her galaxy.
- Ooh.

Commander, as your second,

it is challenging to fulfill my duties

if you don't share your plans with me.

You know there could be consequences

to our acting alone.

Consequences?

Consequences like these?

My counsel

is a privilege, Gander,

not a right.

Aneela, please.

The poor little nugget is
only trying to serve you...

as best as he knows how.

- Thank you, Commander.
- Thank her, nugget.

Thank you, Kendry.

Seyah Kendry is my full title.

Seyah.

Commander.

Not getting nervous
about your op, are you?

- I don't do nervous.
- Might want to start.

Kidnapping RAC captains?

If we fail, they'll bring the
entire agency down on our heads,

and, oh, yeah, humanity dies.

Well, your pep talk needs work, Coach.

- All human.
- Even Cardiff?

Well, I guess even the
Hullen have standards.

Me and Fancy will
keep the brass in line.

You go kick some alien ass.

Planning on it, starting
with Banyon Grey.

Captain, latest surveillance report

on target agents... no missteps yet.

Don't worry. They will.

Attack squads are on approach.

Listen up. Be smart in there.

Know your pattern, and we all come home.

Sweep, search, skewer, squad by squad.

Each squad has been
assigned a sector of the RAC.

Ours is 40. Area maps are on your PDDs.

Level IIIs and up, keep
an eye on the newbies.

Lose one and answer to me.

Benji, McAvoy, you're with us.

What is it, Pukes?

There'll be hundreds
of agents on the ship.

- How many are Hullen?
- We don't know.

We're hunting Hullen in a haystack.

But if they look just like us,

isn't it hunting hay in a haystack?

That's what these are for, wiseass.

Do not remove your masks until
Johnny has vented the station

and given us the all-clear.

The paralytic agent he's releasing

works on Hullen and humans,

so if this shit gets in your lungs,

your muscles seize for hours.

- Where's Johnny now?
- Doing what he does best.

Jerry, my friend,

- I have returned.
- _

Get the hells out of here, Jaqobis.

It's my ass if Turin
finds out you're here.

Gingervitis still
can't take a joke, huh?

Dude, you vented the
box through his office.

Which is why I brought air
freshener, to make amends.

Leithian pine.

Sorry, Jer.

Way to make me not
have to kill you, Jer.

I owe you a beer.

Now...

to seduce life support with
some sweet, sultry hacking.

Special targets need special weapons.

Test is simple.

They bleed, they're human.

They heal on the spot...

This will be your new best friend.

Remember, jab and stab to the brain pan.

Aren't they still Killjoys?

These are not your friends.
These are not your coworkers.

They're an alien bug who will kill you

and wear your body like a sweater.

So don't cry for the monsters we kill.

Think of the Killjoys we save.

Damn, you give good speech, lady.

External comms are disabled.

The only data going out is
our feed to the Black Site.

We're live to air, people, so
look pretty for the cameras.

You heard the man. Final weapons check.

What if we get separated?

I make one promise to my team...

if I got you in,

I'll get you out.

I can't believe you say
that to all the nerds.

What, you didn't think
you were special, did you?

RAC systems are synced to your PDDs,

which means masks on, ladies and gents.

We are officially a go.

Copy that. Go for attack.

Yes, they are stronger and faster,

but they are not Killjoys.

We do not run.

We do not hide.

We hit first.

The warrant is all.

The warrant is all.

A and B Squad are in final approach.

Docking now. Good luck in there.

Gas is ignited.

Paralytic effects will last one hour.

All units wait for my signal.

Warning... contamination detected.

Proceed to emergency stations.

Captain, your target
agents have entered the RAC.

I've got you now.

All squads go for entry.

Dutch's strike team has deck to 40.

Venting complete. Oxygen levels normal.

Boys...

time to slice and dice.

Just nick them, McAvoy, you
don't need to shave them.

Everybody stay calm.
We're not here to hurt you.

Most of you.

Damn, another bleeder.

Which is a good thing.

I thought you were worried
about killing Killjoys.

The Hullens aren't Killjoys, right?

Meat puppets in a uniform?

Once we sweep this sector,

we regroup with the rest of the squad.

Copy that.

- Guys, I think I got one.
- Then you know what to do.

If he could move, Benji, he
wouldn't hesitate to kill you.

Come on. Don't be a pussy, Benj.

You got this, Pukes.

So, so, so sorry.

Benji!

Sweet mother of shit.

Why aren't they paralyzed?

- They keep coming.
- Headshots, then dreadnoughts.

Dutch? D'Av?

Someone respond. What
the hells is going on?

How the hells are the Hullen moving?

It's an ambush.

They're outnumbered.

They have to get the hell out of there.

They've seen worse odds. Trust me.

Dutch knows what she's doing.

The blasts can kill our
own. Watch your fire.

- There's too many of them.
- Keep it together, newbie!

Clear my path.

Hold on, Benji!

Why the hells is the gas not working?

I don't know.

This is a disaster.

This is worse than a disaster.

This is a failed goddamn
mutiny, and that is on you.

Shut your mouth so I can
think beyond the fumes.

You had that green shit in your veins.

Any idea how they got the jump on us?

Wait, wait, hold on.

Are you saying he was one of them?

Not on purpose.

I'm better now.

Here.

- Talk.
- Hullen don't play possum.

If all they wanted
was to stop our attack,

we never would have got inside.

They want something else.

Shit. Shit.

Kitaan's only been in custody a week.

She may know something.
Let me talk to her.

Dutch took the last of the nerve toxin,

and that shit's wearing off.

I'm not putting you alone
in a cage with a barracuda.

She's got a bomb collar.

What can she do?

Blow her head off if she tries anything.

- Medi patch.
- They were mainlining

anti-paralytic the whole time.

That's why the gas didn't affect them.

- They knew we were coming?
- Because someone sold us out.

We have a mole.

What about the other strike teams?

Well, most of their comms are offline.

They're either hiding or dead.

We need to abort, get
back to the Black Site,

have the other RAC captains
call for reinforcement.

They can't call for
backup until they know

their own RACs are
clean, and we can't abort

because we've paralyzed every
human on this goddamn station.

We're the only ones
who can stop the Hullen

- from slitting their throats.
- Ammo's tight.

We didn't pack for active combatants.

We're outnumbered maybe ten to one.

Let's head to the Armory...

start shopping for some heavy firepower.

I'll cook us up a shortcut.

I promised Benji I'd
get him out of this.

He knew the risks. He went out a hero.

Got our exit.

McAvoy, let's go.

Move fast, stay close.

Keep your distance.

If she tries anything,
she's brain paste.

Someone cut the feeds. We've lost eyes.

Make it quick.

Bad day at the office, huh?

Hmm.

A Squad, we can't hear you.

We're taking fire! Retreating now!

Heading to the Armory.
We'll join you when we can.

First firefight?

Benji had a quick death.
He wouldn't have felt it.

Yeah, if you forget the strangling part.

There's a time for sad, okay?

But right now we need
to hold on to the mad.

- It'll keep you alive.
- He shouldn't have died.

Benji didn't even want field duty.

I pushed him. I'm just so sick

of guys like you getting
all the guns and glory.

Don't feel so glorious, does it?

Whoa. Armory's right below us.

Quickest way is through
that garbage chute there.

Perfect.

Time to get your hands dirty, McAvoy.

You have no idea.

Oh, please. Weapons down.

I suggest you follow
the young man's lead.

I suggest you learn how to count,

because you're outnumbered.

Hmm, one, two, three, four.

Oh, look, we have more.

Guns down. Thank you.

You see, we'd rather not
damage the merchandise.

Stop her!

You, find her.

Or the commander will boil
your eyes in their sockets.

Well, they say

that one man's trash

is another man's treasure.

Which one are you?

And shit.

Boys, if you can hear me,

I'm heading to the Armory.

I'm clean if you're worried.

Getting tested regularly,
that's just good manners.

Sample successful.
Label this Jaqobis one.

You don't have to worry
about D'Av, though.

He's going through a bit of a dry spell.

Yeah. I had a little brother once.

It's a complicated relationship.

That's probably why I killed him.

His constant need

to prove himself to me was exhausting.

Am I right, D'Avin?

Look, I don't mean to
insult another man's work,

but I've seen kittens
play better mind games.

Go. Take a jump ship.

Leave the Quad and wait for
your orders from the commander.

I have so many questions.

Where to begin?

How about...

how exactly did you
poison our pool in Arkyn?

We know it was someone on your team.

We just don't know how.

So what makes you boys so special?

Hey, we'd love to tell you...

- super-chatty guys...
- Super chatty.

But then you'd have no
reason to keep us all alive.

Hmm, perhaps a little incentive, then.

I could execute all the humans

that you so thoughtfully
paralyzed for us.

Theatrics can be a persuasive tool,

but I'm also drawn to
more intimate threats.

Well, then I hope that chair's
ribbed for our pleasure.

You see, the beauty of this device

is your low pain tolerance
makes it very effective,

but your soft tissue
makes it very entertaining.

- Oh, sounds like a dare.
- Yes.

I double-dog-dare you...

to watch your brother suffer...

Until you give me the
answers that I need.

Hey!

Such a waste.

Khylen's right-hand
man demoted to asswipe.

Bad look for Hullen.

I'm not Hullen anymore.
I've been cleansed.

Ha, is that what the
kids are calling it?

Must be recent.

Still have that new-human smell.

You said they feel no emotions.

Manipulation is not an emotion.

Hullen feel no connections,

but they love to mess with your head.

The longer your brother
sits in the hot seat,

the more the machine eats his memory.

Little details go first...

you know, what he had for
breakfast, his favorite color...

until he loses the concept
of breakfast entirely,

which would be a pity.

I'm guessing he's the smart one.

Maybe this will make you chattier.

Johnny?

Johnny.

Bacon,

eggs, and two shots of hock.

I've been blowing my brain
cells for years on booze, boobs,

and back issues of "Captain Apex,"

and I'm still the
smartest guy in the Quad.

Let's see what we can do about that.

Aneela's on the bridge.

But I was hoping to find you, Seyah.

I wanted to thank you for
speaking on my behalf earlier.

If only I had the same soothing
effect on the commander.

What's your technique?

Pillow fights? Bubble baths?

Oh, stop. I'm getting aroused.

How about we skip to
what you want, toad?

Well, what I want involves
excising your tongue

with a nail file, but then...

how would you tell me what you want?

What I want?

The commander showed
zero interest in the Quad

until you arrived,
and now we're heading,

all guns, towards it.

- Imagine that.
- Oh, she changed her mind.

Isn't that the fun of being
an all-powerful despot?

Oh, I wouldn't know,

but I suspect you would.

What does your blunt
little heart desire?

A fleet?

A corner of the J?

I can give you whatever you hunger for.

Said every gross man ever.

I don't need you to
give me things, Gander.

I'm quite capable of just taking them.

Well, you'll never take my
place, Seyah, try as you might.

Oh, sweetie...

I already have.

This should make things interesting.

Ah, you brought me a gift.

- Are we dating now?
- Optic implant.

Dial it up...

And you can hear your own blood pumping,

your eyeballs moving.

You can't focus.

It will drive anyone crazy, even you.

What's happening in the RAC?

What are your people doing to my people?

Remind me... which of
them are your people now?

Hullen...

or human?

Well, doesn't that
just cuddle my ballsack.

Whole operation's gone
sideways, and what do you do?

You put an ex-double agent in a cell

with a former puppet master.

- Solid strategy, Turin.
- Fancy is cleansed.

Poison the source,
and the parasites die.

That's the rainbow at
the end of this shit-nami.

If there is a mole, Fancy's
the best goddamn shot

we got at learning who it is..

What if he's the mole, idiot?

Almost to the Armory, boys.

Then I'm coming straight for you.

They'll smell me
before they can hear me.

Back to basics, Yale.

- Level 32 is secure, sir.
- Sweep all floors.

We're not leaving until we find her.

Who is the mole?

Do you miss it?

How the green connects us?

No fear.

They're all coming back to us, you know.

- The cleansed.
- Bullshit.

You traded virtual immortality for what?

A pension?

Working for people who
will never stop fearing you?

My people trust me.

They shouldn't.

I wouldn't.

You traded down,

and that truth

will become an itch,

and it will grow into a burn

until you come begging us
to make you Hullen again,

and they know it.

You weren't cleansed.

You're in remission.

You better double that boy's pension,

or he's coming for all of us.

Johnny. Johnny, you with me?

Johnny, what's 6 times 12?

Ask me questions you
actually know the answer to.

Who's the first person you slept with?

I can't remember.

D'Av, I can't remember.

Surely, whatever you're hiding
can't be worth a lobotomy.

Depends on who's getting it.

D'Av, let's all just
keep it in our pants

till Dutch gets her ass here, okay?

Such faith.

Perhaps we should give
her a little green upgrade.

Anyone who tries gets a
nasty case of the deads.

Challenge accepted.

I do hope she hurries.
She's next on my list.

Hang in there, boys. I'm
still in the Armory...

packing a nutritious death
for that little shit burger.

Holy hells.

What are you doing here?

Turin, you cheeky bastard.

Yeah.

Just pack away the most dangerous weapon

ever invented in a dusty box.

All haircut, no brains.

On that we agree.

But whose box are you calling dusty?

I was hoping you'd show yourself.

Banyon, give me the
codes to open the door.

And let you take out more of my agents?

I've got this entire level on lockdown.

- You're not going anywhere?
- Can we cut the shit?

No one wins an award for
best performance of a human

by an alien parasite bitch.

If my friends die because of you,

I'll scrape out your skull with a spoon.

Friends?

Give me the override
codes, you Hullen bitch!

Why aren't you healing?

Oh, you're human?

At least one of us is.

He's not gonna tell you anything,

and I don't plan to.
We're cool like that.

You're good men. Good men break.

McAvoy? What the hells is this?

Is the life of an innocent

worth keeping your brotherly secrets?

The suspense is unbearable.

What are you doing,
Radek? We had a deal.

McAvoy, you sold us out?

- It's not what you think.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

Don't be modest.

This tricky dicky
traded your attack plans

for the promise of eternal life.

Hmm, too bad, so sad.

Not Hullen material.

I mean, is this what
you're fighting for, boys?

So these shining examples of
the human spirit can survive?

That's the deal. Humans get to choose.

McAvoy chose wrong.

Mm-hmm.

And that's why you'll never defeat us.

Our soldiers lack morality...

biologically incapable
of betraying one another.

That sounds a lot like slavery to me.

Yeah, well...

what empire is built without slaves?

The good kind.

Is that right, McAvoy?

"Nuh-uh, Radek."

See?

Theatrics can be a very
powerful learning tool.

How did you survive the gas?

I used my jacket to
make an emergency seal.

How the hells did you make
it through field training?

Open the doors. I'll go and get help.

I got stabbed. I'm not stupid.

What the hells is going on out there?

Covert op. We used the gas

to flush out hidden
enemies hiding in the ranks,

but we were... we were double-crossed.

- You... you called them Hullen.
- Parasitic collective.

They use the RACs to shop for bodies.

- Level VI is real.
- I knew it.

I've been chasing that
shit for years at my RAC.

Every time I got close, the
brass would shut me down.

That's why I came here...

to find out why your agents went AWOL

and why you were in the middle of it.

I thought you were the enemy.

Same.

Banyon, I'm sorry.

Ah, I bet you that doesn't
come out of your mouth much.

Not one of my go-tos.

Look, d-don't be sorry, girl.

Just be stronger. Be smarter.

And that's the only way we'll win.

G-give me your PDD.

I'll come back for you.

If you don't,

I'll come for you.

If I can't break you, how
about I make you one of us?

Hullen have no secrets.

Or are you going to
stop me, big brother?

Thinking about it real hard.

D'Av, don't.

Nice work. Wrong guy.

I've only seen the commander
do something like that.

Now I see why she wants you.

All right, take him to the ship.

Hey, how about round 15.

Still got a lot of sappy love songs

stuck in my head I'm looking to offload.

Oh...

still trying to get out
of your brother's shadow.

Heartbreaking...

if I had a heart.

Kill him.

Stop fighting who you really are.

You've been on both sides.

- You know which one will win.
- Fancy, what's she saying?

Let me out.

Get me to the green so
I can contact our people.

Don't let her mess with your head.

I'll tell them what you did.

You can be whole again.

I am whole.

Oh, well...

I did try.

Pull that trigger, we both go boom.

Do it.

That's how you make it interesting.

Before you get all shooty,

grant a dying man's last request.

I didn't say which of us would be dying.

Thought I'd return the favor.

- McAvoy?
- He's the mole.

What, are you planning
a trip to the beach?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

Where's D'Av?

Radek forced the green magic out of him.

Now they're taking him to
the big Hullen zoo in the sky,

so we have to catch them.

We might not have to.

- Remember this?
- Holy shit.

It's a genetic bomb.

Turin had it locked up in the Armory.

Well, he never was a planner.

All Hullen share the
same parasite DNA, right?

Think we can take them
out with this remotely?

Maybe, if we can find a lab,

and if those bastards

didn't fry the wire
whispering out of me.

Come on, beautiful.

Time to open the kimono.

What are you waiting for? Do it!

- Blow the bomb!
- That's my man in there.

Wake up! They're working together.

- It's an act.
- Shut up!

See, Fancy?

Tell me again about human loyalty.

Suck it, snake.

Turin, open the door!

If you unlock that door,
he's gonna kill us all.

He is not one of us.

Turin!

Lost your chance.

Name one thing that's
better about being human.

One!

Not being you.

Is she dead?

Not yet.

Inform the commander that
we've obtained the package.

We'll head to the rendezvous coordinates

as soon as the rest of the Fell Squad

returns to the ship.

And the rest of the station?

Find the girl, kill the rest.

- I stabbed Banyon.
- Well, that was the plan.

She's not Hullen, Johnny.

She's one of us, and I stabbed her.

- She's still alive.
- We'll get her help.

Promise, but right now

we need to focus on getting D'Av back.

Will the bomb take out all the Hullen?

Maybe.

It targets specific DNA strands.

Hullen DNA is bonded to
the human cells of the host.

Now, in theory, I can
expand the genetic parameters

to tell the difference
between them and us, in theory.

So why isn't your face happier?

Because there's a chance
the bomb won't be able

to tell what is human
and what is Hullen,

and it will kill us all.

Hells, we share 50%

of the same genetic material as that...

soft, yellow thing with the peel.

- What?
- Did I mention that my brain

has been set to scramble
for the past hour?

What other chance do we have?

If those bastards take over the RAC,

then the Quad is finished,

and if they get away with D'Av, then...

we're never gonna get him back.

Load her up.

Ready?

Wait.

Not yet.

I know.

Banana. It's called a banana.

Now!

D'Av?

Hey, D'Av.

Hey. Talk to me.

First girl you slept
with was Jenny Peck...

the summer you turned 15,

and you didn't shut
up about it for weeks.

Oh, 6 times 12 is 72,

sock-tosser.

Where's Dutch?

Sorry.

Victories aren't free,

and this one's cost
us more than I'd like,

but home is home again.

I'm sorry that we doubted you.

Whatever you need from
my people, we're with you.

One fist, one army, one
RAC against the Hullen.

- Good.
- To the ones we lost...

and we who stand, no sides, no bribes.

- The war is all.
- The war is all.

Keep them flowing, people.

No one leaves my bar in pain tonight.

- To Banyon.
- To Banyon.

This the designated asshole corner?

Look, Cardiff was all over my ass,

and I let myself doubt.

All those Killjoys died
'cause there was a rat

right under my nose and I didn't see it.

You're one of the good ones, Fancy.

The asshole corner

only has room for one.

It's all yours.

Commander, we've lost
contact with Fell Squad.

What about the package?

Well, I presume it
disappeared with them.

Commander, I strongly recommend

you remove Kendry from
your immediate counsel.

Her judgment is still dangerously human.

And I suggest you remove
your lips from her ass.

Shh. Stop your bickering.

I am very pleased with the both of you.

I'll send a recon crew to determine

what happened to Fell Squad.

Unnecessary. I have what I need.

Commander, may I...

You're dismissed, Gander.

Now will you tell me
what was in the package?

Promise not to tell.

You know, Aneela,

friends share.

Is that what you think we are?

The Hullen have no
need for companionship.

Yes, but you're not quite
like the rest of them, are you?

How about your champion, then?

Secret-keeper.

You have enough sycophants on this ship.

If there's one thing I
learned in my human life,

crowns make for shitty companions...

and lonely queens.

What happened in the Quad, Aneela?

You went after the wrong brother.

I fixed it.

Fixed it how?

Approaching Captain
Cardiff's RAC outpost,

Zar Quadrant.

Your stop.

Oh, it's been a long day.

Well, it's gonna get
longer. Bugs to hunt.

- Pools to poison.
- I'm ready.

Just hope I can recruit
a team as ballsy as yours.

- Thank you, agents.
- Packed and ready?

I didn't really have time
to pack, if you remember.

I would really rather not.

What the hells?

Oh, my God.

Now, let's put Daddy's
killer in the corner

and teach her what pain is.

All... all of them?
You blew up all of them.

Not hers.

Just the stations near the Quad
that were about to betray us.

Be a shame to come all this
way to watch her die on holo.

Playing Gander off me
was just a distraction

to keep us out of your
way to set this up.

When I kill her,

I want her to be completely alone...

like I was for years.

No help coming, no friends.

Fireworks are a nice way to
kick things off, don't you think?

I'm impressed.

You and Gander love
your little intrigues,

but real power is direct.

It's gone... completely gone.

- What about the others?
- Farouk, report in.

Commander Duhane?

I agree.

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