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Every story starts
with a lie.

That's the job
of beginnings...

to tell you you're safe.

That all of this lasts
and nothing will change.

But underneath,
there are signs...

of your true story.

Who made you.

Who harmed you.

What battles you were
born to fight.

You won't want
to hear it yet,

so you'll run.

Live.

Collect the things
that matter along the way.

An oath.

Your team.

A home.

Only then will you see
the real enemy.

Her.

Last of a dying race

come to destroy ours.

She has her ships
and her slaves,

but you have them.

This strange, messy,
impossible family...

full of enemies...

and siblings...

lovers...

And hope.

It doesn't matter
how your story begins.

It's about who's with you
at the end.

Did everyone
make it out in time?

Lord hopes.

Armada didn't much care
for your baller move.

Started bombing other cities
in retaliation.

We take much longer,

there won't be any Quad left
to save.

Did your refugees
make it out?

Old Towners?

Yeah, safe on the prison ship
with Rennika and Gared.

So this is it.

No backsies.

And no good-byes.

Stick to the plan, yeah?

We're gonna see
each other again.

Tap our hearts.

Screw it, I want hugs.

- Oh, thank Gods.
- Get in here, you animals.

Oh, apocalypse hugs
are the best.

This is how cold sores
are spread.

Come on, Ginger.
Bring it in.

Wake up.

You opened the cube?

I learned all
of Yalena's secrets

while in the green.

Do you know who I am?

Yes.

Good.

Time to rise, Little Man.

For what?

Armageddon.

That body you're in?

It's mine now.

Take him.

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Kidnapping me
in the very ship I left you.

Has a certain poetry.

Assassin, Killjoy, poet.

I'm a busy girl.

What are you doing, Yalena?

What you obviously couldn't.

Beginning descent.

Fixing everything
while we still can.

Okay, where's my weapon?

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

It's a rework
of the Ice9 pathogen

Pawter's mother designed.

Fossil records ID'd
The Lady's planet of origin.

It's a hellhole.

Life can only survive
in those temperate extremes

by going dormant.

So we force her
into hibernation.

Yes. Drop her cell temp
low enough and fast enough?

She'll be completely
vulnerable, easy kill.

Now you just need to figure out
how to get inside her box.

Shut up.

Without letting her escape
to eat your face.

Is this
a face-eating situation?

I think it's just always
good protocol to assume, so...

Can I tell you something?

You're my favorite
pretend-little-sister ever.

And everything's
gonna be okay.

You tell the best lies.

That's what
fake brothers are for.

But if anything goes wrong...

Leave you, take Lucy,
save Dutch.

So, this is our
mystery destination.

Why Arkyn?

It's where you polluted
our family tree

and then the entire Quad,

so it seems fitting
for our final stand.

Ah, more poetry.

I've got a real
solid limerick for you

if you don't shut up.

Ooh, all this hostility.

- Why haven't you killed her?
- Who says I didn't try?

You don't try, you do.

That was the old me.

The Hullen me.

The useful you.

What good is
this version to me?

The Khlyen who raised me
never gave up on a fight.

She wants a name, Yala.
She asked me for one.

That's not collective thinking.

She's been in our bodies
long enough it's affecting her.

In time, she'll have empathy.

She'll form a bond with humans

and she will want
to spare them.

Being human
doesn't make you humane.

You should know that
more than anyone.

Well, I think
The Qreshis are here.

I can smell
their tragic perfume.

Mother's council jacket.

I...

found it in her things.

Do you think
it's still in style?

Power never goes
out of style.

Ready?

To the last of the Kin Rits.

It's an honor.

A lost family returns.

You look amazingly well
for the presumed-dead, cousin.

You'll have to teach me
that trick.

Another time.

Look, I won't trouble you with
the minutia of our plan, Liam,

but we need
the armament codes

from each of the Nine families.

It's the only way
to keep Qresh safe.

We'll put it to a vote
next council.

We already have five votes.
It's done.

Five?

Lands Derrish and Trus
are old allies.

Kendry is heir of Land Kendry,

guardian locum
of Land Lahani,

and I am the last
of Land Kin Rit.

Five.

I speak
for Land Kendry now.

And your land claim

is as expired as your dress.

We need the armament codes.

We aren't asking.

Yes, but who isn't asking,
exactly?

Your line is dead,
and so are you, dear cousin.

So no harm
in killing you both again.

We have soldiers outside,
Liam.

Or did you think
we'd be unprepared?

Our house guards
have them flanked,

and our missiles have
their ships in sights.

You're out of moves, ladies.

You were never very good
at games, Liam.

But you're worse with warfare.

It's not the number
of weapons that matters.

It's their proximity.

And mine...

is much...

closer.

She's Hullen.

We Nine were taught to fear
Hullen from the cradle,

and now here one is.

The shovel in your grave.

Unless...

"Unless"?

You kneel...

to your Queens.

Do you like her dress now?

You can't kill her, Yala.
She's too valuable.

If her spawn make it
beyond the Quad,

she's the only one that will
be able to control them.

If you didn't
want me to kill,

you should never
have made me your weapon.

Stop.

Here's good.

Good for what?

She is not just going
to come at your bidding.

Of course she is.

I have her new toy.

You.

All she needs
is a little push.

And when Gared popped by
the Armada to say hello,

he dropped
a little something extra.

What are they gonna
do to me?

For now,
take cloning samples.

You're one of a kind.

I can't risk breaking you
like the others.

I need to breed more of you.

That's really gross.

Holoprojection.

I prefer HoloPerson.

I don't care about her.

Shut it off.

I know you're looking
everywhere for us.

Well, him.

Oh, go ahead.

Have your people track
our transmission.

I'm not hiding.

And why would I come to you?

So you can say good-bye.

What was that?

This?

It's the poison
that the assassin used

in my memories that you made me
relive a thousand times.

I thought you'd appreciate
the symmetry.

Do you remember
how painful it is?

I know what it's like
to learn from Khlyen.

He doesn't tell you everything.

He strings you along
a bit at a time

so that you'll always need him.

What hasn't he told you?

Hmm?

How to use Jaq?

Or how to splice
the best parts of us

into your little shit spawn?

Time's running out
for your answers.

You have two hours.

If I see anyone but you,

I will dose him again.

That wasn't sugar water,
was it?

No.

No, it wasn't.

She might have
a biofeedback chip in you.

I couldn't risk the lie.

If I win...

You're cured.

If I lose...

doesn't matter what happens
to any of us, anyway.

I think I may have
taught you too well, Yalena.

Come on.

Yeah.

Problematic parents first.

So your bait may work.
What's your hook?

You worried I forgot
how to fish?

No, I'm just curious
how you plan to stay on top.

If she comes,
she'll outnumber us,

she'll out-weapon us.

Out-bitch us.

Marginally.

How do you plan to survive?

Who says I do?

Boys, are you there?

- Go ahead, Dutch.
- Bait is set.

Heading in.
Good luck.

Back at you.

Johnny.

Setting course for Armada.

Delle Seyah, we are a go.

It's time.

If any of these codes
are wrong,

I will show you
what your innards look like

and wear them as a skirt.

Thank you.

I like your family.

They're polite.

Bombs away.

Where's the antidote?

Ready my ship.

- Report?
- Qresh is attacking us.

Send out the bombers.

Delle Seyah, assload of
fighter ships coming your way.

Keep 'em busy.

Okay, it's gonna get bumpy.

Just 'cause they can't see us
don't mean they can't hit us.

Thank you.

I am aware
of how physics works.

Science burn.

Nice.

Well, then.

Let's try on your new
party trick, Luce.

Engage cloak.

It tickles, Johnny.

Here we go.

Clear.

Hey, didn't we already save
the world here once?

I'm getting Armageddon déjà vu.

Okay, tracking your position.

Why are you whispering?

They can't hear you.

Right.
Uh, empathy?

When you get to
the next juncture, keep left.

That's the clearest route.
Ping me when you're there.

Copy.

Okay, Lucy.

We have control
over all docking gates.

Lock this one open
in case we need a fast exit.

Docking bay secured.

Zeph, there's an anomaly
in the Armada security files.

One of your patients
is being held

- in their containment unit.
- Mine?

I thought this was
the clear route?

It was.

Zeph?
Ping.

Ping!
We're taking fire!

- We need a new route.
- Yes, hi, hold on!

Hang on, hang on.

There's a side hall
50 feet ahead.

Take that one.

Holy shit.
Jaq?

Dad!
You're okay.

Jaq!

Neely, what's wrong?

No, no, no, no.
Come on, Jaq.

Get me my ship.

Go, do as she says.

Hey, we gotta move him.

Come on, come on, come on.

Hang tight while
I buy us some time.

Come on, Jaq.
Come on, come on, come on.

You're alive.

- Oh, shit.
- Hey.

Language.

That was a dead shot.

How the hells
did you survive that?

Take after my mom.

Then why are you healing
so slowly?

- Oh, 'cause you take after me.
- Uh-huh.

How did The Lady
even find you?

She didn't.
I led her to me.

I started having visions again
and I seen you get shot,

so I came to save you.

The things I see...

they're all bad.

You can't do this without me,

and I'm not sure
we can do this at all.

No, no.

You are a kid,
not a human shield.

I'm taking you to Lucy.

John, how are we doing
on that exit?

Dad.

You don't get
to protect your family

by risking everyone else's.

That's not how it works.

Remember when you were
like a toddler

for five hours
and had no opinion?

I miss that time.

Can you walk?

Jaq, way to heal.

- So double shield?
- Okay.

Stay between us, bud.
And close your eyes.

Why?

Daddy's about to shoot
a whole bunch of people.

This is where you were born.

Yeah, if you want
to call it that.

The poison's dehydrating you.

I'm well aware, Yala.

I taught you about Hallcyon,
remember?

I think the words you're
looking for are "thank you."

- Dutch?
- Yeah, go ahead, Lucy.

A ship from the Armada
has breached your atmosphere.

All right, girl.
You know what to do.

She'll be landing soon.

Last chance, Yala.

I'm worried about you.

And underestimating me,
as always.

Really?

I think I know you better
than anyone.

And every harm,
and every failure,

and every sin I committed
against you and Aneela.

Yes, I know those, too,

which is why I'm trying
to fix all this.

I don't want you
to fix this.

Well, then what
do you want me to do?

I want you stop
making me feel small

so you can feel big!

I want you to stop hurting me

so that you can save me.

Because the only person
I have ever needed saving from

is you.

Yala!

All right, Yalena.

You have my attention.

Crap.

You've got shit taste
in jewelry, do you know that?

Antidote.

Drink.

When we're back
with the Armada,

I'll find you a choker
that's more your style.

You're not going back
to the Armada, ever.

You're going to stop me?

Already did
the minute you landed.

There's a shield over Arkyn.

No ships in, no ships out

without a particular piece
of tech that...

whoopsie...

you don't have.

Oh.

That's very clever.

Told you I could bloody fish.

What about your ship?

Afraid not.

See, we're trapped in here
with you now.

So I'd get comfy if I were you,
'cause it's gonna be

one hell of a slumber party.

Go.
Look into it.

Why try to detain me?

Oh.
They're after my body.

Like a virgin on prom night.

And, oh, they're gonna get it.

While you risk yourself
to, what?

Distract me?

I also plan
to kill you a bunch.

I think I actually missed you.

It's the one thing I enjoyed
in the green.

Sliding through your memories
like they were my own.

All right.

If these are
my last memories of you,

let's do something fun.

Please say karaoke.

I'm going to watch you
die in here, Yala.

I'm going to watch you
kill her.

- Don't.
- Stand!

Your slumber party
just got interesting.

Lucy, what is this place?

A research lab.

Is it you?
How do I know it's really you?

- Say something!
- Don't come any closer!

What? Why?

Because it's cold...

And I'm not at my best.

You idiot!

It is you!

You still think
she's worth saving?

Do you remember the dance

you taught Yala
for her wedding?

I love that memory.

You both seemed happy.

I was always happy
around her.

Dance for me.

Is your plan to
embarrass us to death?

Is this some kind of fetish?

'Cause I'm really not into
murder foreplay.

I won't have
to murder you at all

if you just drop the shield.

Sorry, I can't from here.

Only Aneela can.

I'd spare your friends.

Or I can give my people

the order to slaughter them
right now.

Nice try.

You can't contact the Armada.

The comms don't work
when the shields are up.

I don't think you understand

how my communications work.

Drop her.

Enough warm-up.

Take your weapons.

Stay with me.
Come on.

Oh, no, no, no.

Here, here.
Here, here.

- John, D'av, come in.
- Here.

Thought we lost you for a sec.

We're outside ground zero
ready to go in.

There's been a complication.

- What kind of...
- I found Pippin.

- What? How?
- I don't know.

I don't understand,
but I've got him.

And I'm not
letting him go, Johnny.

Yeah, no, I get it.

I get it.

Pippin? What?

Zeph, that's great.
Just get him to Lucy.

We got this.

Thank you.

I can help you from Lucy
as soon as I'm back.

Ready.

Did she say "Pippin"?

Hello.

- Did you think...
- It would be...

That easy?

Kinda.

Did you?

Hello, Little Bear.

Miss me?

Fight.

Nice move, Yala.

Not one I taught you.

Picked some new ones up
on the way.

If we're gonna kill each other,
we might as well

- go out in style.
- Oh, I quite agree.

Finish this.

Come on, Yala.

You can do this.
Please.

Fight to win.

What are you doing
to Papa and Yala?

I'm hurting them.

Or making them hurt each other.

You should really
be there, Aneela.

Why aren't you helping them?

Okay, John,
what do you need?

Some space and a little
smooth jazz,

because I'm about to punch her
right in the box.

Wait, you can't do that.

Why?
What happens?

It's really not good.

Okay, shit.
Uh, plan "B"?

Got one.

We need to get out of here

and find her
ventilation source.

Aneela, you good?

- Go.
- Come on.

Zeph, wait, wait.

Look...

I... I don't want to die again

or save the world
until I have a chance

to tell you that...

I already know.

I want 12 babies.

Wha...

Pippin, you are
tripping balls!

- Ow.
- Come on, fight it.

I need to stabilize
your central nervous system

before you pass...

out.

Shit.

Oh, man.

Feel like I'm inside
a constipated robot.

Zeph, we got problems.

- What is it, John?
- New plan.

I'm gonna have to go through
the atmo feed-pipe.

Lucy, schematics.

I need to know
where that pipe starts.

- Sending coordinates.
- Wait.

What kind of pipe is it?
Is it gas permeable?

Uh, well, then I guess
we'll just freeze to death.

I heard that.

Can we all be Suzy Sunshines
for a minute

and assume that this plan
is gonna work,

and we flip her
into hibernation mode?

And once we have her
neutralized,

what's your preferred
kill-shot, Zeph?

Fire.

Burn her like she deserves.

You got it.

All right.

What do you want?

I wish you could
hear them screaming.

She doesn't have
much time left.

He's winning.

If you make him
hurt her...

He will never forgive you.

He always hurts her.

And you.

Not like this.

Why are you crying?

I don't want to hurt you,
Aneela.

We're the same.

Ruthless, alone, until her.

My favorite memory
is one of yours.

The one Khlyen hid from us.

The day Yala was born
in that mirror box.

You were so happy.

Do you remember?

Yes.

It feels right to end her
where she began.

I can say goodbye for you.

Any last words?

Let... her... go!

Tighter.

Stay with me.
Come on.

You're stronger than this.

Do you remember
your tenth birthday?

Listen.
Focus on the day.

All you wanted was a gift.

Your father had that made
just for you.

I wanted a doll.

Dolls are for little girls,
not little warriors.

You're better than that.

Doesn't feel better.

It will.

The world is unkind
to little girls.

Because they don't think
you can be warriors.

Their mistake...

is your advantage.

Use it.

Always keep this blade hidden

where they can never find it,

until it's too late.

Good girl.

Now finish it, please.
Before she makes me.

I don't like this anymore!

Why aren't I enjoying this?

Don't.

Stop that!

Yeah.

Make me.

This is it.
This must be her life support.

Okay, it's pneumatic,

so it's gotta be
one of the back ones.

Which one is it?

Why are you asking me?
You're the smart one.

Hey, first of all,
you are very smart.

But we are about to die
and you are psychic as shit,

so which one is it?

It doesn't work on command.

Okay, okay.
Um, what if I touch them?

Huh? Anything?
No?

Is that doing anything?

Okay, please pick
before we die.

Jaq.

This one.

You're sure?

Pretty sure.

Okay.

If we die...

you're still
my favorite nephew.

I was gonna pick
that one, too.

Okay, go, go, go.
We have 20 seconds.

Stop moving.

I am not your doll anymore.

Or his.

You're not much of anything
to anyone.

You're a cheap copy.

Not even as good
as the real Aneela.

I'll tell you what I am.

I'm the woman who's gonna
bloody end you.

Is it dead?

It's dead.

It's over.

Oh...

Now are you glad I got you
that birthday knife?

It's over.

Hi.

- Way to not die.
- You too.

So it doesn't bother you

that "prison party"
and "prison riot"

sounds the same?

Your spider's shrinking.

From the cryo, maybe?

Shrinking's good, right?

Not sure.

How did you survive
the explosion?

Honestly, I don't know.

The last thing I remember
is just being really, really...

noble.

Maybe your little brain buddy

has some sort of
self-defense mode,

or got you into an escape pod.

Or...

you could just relax,

chill with all the science
stuff for one minute

and celebrate with me.

'Cause yay, I'm not dead.

I'm not getting my hopes up
just to lose you again.

Yeah, no one gets
to be safe forever.

And look, I know
that hope is hard.

But at the same time,
it's kind of the best.

And I'm not giving up on mine,
so maybe...

don't look a gift Pippin
in the mouth.

Or at his hideous new scars,

because that would make him
feel insecure.

The scars are cool.

If Jaq breaks
his first curfew,

I will blame his father.

Oh, sweetie.

You know I love you,
but I'm super not

into medical play.

You don't owe me this.

If you want to stay human...

I will hold your hands
when you turn gray.

I will bury you with honor

and burn worlds in your name.

And you will not be forgotten.

Or?

The war is over.

And we have a son.

And an empire.

And I need my Queen.

Do you even have enough green
left in you to share?

I want to find out.

If you do.

Hey!
Who's sober?

Ah, never mind.
You're never sober.

Wouldn't relax
your taints just yet.

We have issues.

Remember when
the Armada's bombers

left the mother ship,
we thought to attack Qresh?

Turns out The Lady sent half
her fleet outside the Quad.

Why?

I sent out a boomer
to shoot one of them down.

Just heard back.

It was full of hatchlings.

Oh, shit.

How many ships escaped?

Don't know how many.

We don't know how long
she's been sending them

or where they went?

I think I can find out.

Why didn't you kill me?

One of Khlyen's
first lessons.

Don't kill what you might need.

I'm not gonna help you

find my children, Yalena.

We've tracked down
most of your ships

to start the hunt.

So the sooner you help us
find the rest,

the sooner you get
some privileges in here.

Some.

They'll kill everyone.

And then I will find a way
to get out of here.

You can try.

You're just a human girl now,
trapped in that body.

Humans get to choose.

But choices have consequences.

And I get to choose, too,
and if you decide to do that,

I will kill you.

Think about it.

Here.

From Khlyen?

No.

The war's over.
Now the rebuild begins.

Soon as we find every last
God damn bug.

New RAC calls
for a new oath.

As of today,
we're everyone's citizens.

Everyone's soldiers.

We swear to keep the J safe,

defending our code, our team,

and the Quad.

Fist to heart.

Welcome to the new Level 6.

Now let's go hunt
for some hatchlings.

I'm still terrified.

Shoo.
Stop following me.

You're like a very tall rash.

Oh, we are not done.

Westerlyns suffered and died
in a war you Qreshis started.

They need relocation,
reparations.

- They have rights.
- Fine.

Prima Dezz of various
filthy moons and planets:

I, Delle Seyah Kendry
of Land Kendry

do cast upon you the office
of Lord Governor

of all Westerly.

Bitch, do not toy
with my emotions.

Go on, open it.

Psst.

Could be snakes.

Aneela and I will donate land
on Leith to Westerlyn refugees

until you help them rebuild.

I'm never going
to be nice, Pree.

But...

I am going to try to be good.

I'll hold you to that.

I hope you do.

What?

My husband's Governor.

Mr. Governor.

Okay.

Okay, sweetie.
Breathe.

I made it, Ma!
Whoo!

John.

Looks like you got all
the help you need for a while.

If I don't leave now,
I never will.

Good, 'cause we're not
done yet.

We still have the hatchlings.

There's always
gonna be something.

Another warrant,
another apocalypse.

But I won't leave...

unless you say
you're okay with it.

Fine.

No.

No, that... that wasn't
a real option, you dick.

Well, you shouldn't have
said it then, asshole.

If it's what you need...

Then it's what we do.

And while you're at it,
take Lucy.

Dutch, I can't do that.

Please don't fight over me,
it's awkward.

Also, I choose Johnny.

Well...

See?

Lucy...

Promise me you'll
bring him home safe

and in exactly one year.

Do you understand?

Agreed.

It's a date.

Find what you're
looking for, Johnny.

And then...

bring it home.

Tap my heart.

I've located one
of the missing bombers.

Shall I engage?

One for the road?

The J is a big place.

What are you gonna do first?

I don't know,
get a moon-tan on Hoff.

Find Clara,
destroy the Hackmod factory.

You know, we could help.

Hey, I'm allowed
to have my own things.

But also, I'm calling you
for backup

if shit gets weird.

All right,
landing gear's prepped.

How do you want to play this?

You take point,

I'll lay down a flash-cover.

But first...

I love you, too.

Don't make a big deal about it.

I said it first.

- Johnny, count us down.
- You got it.

Giving alien babies hells
and not feeling bad about it

in five...

Four... three...

two... one.

I'm gonna miss this.

Let's go get 'em.

Dibs on the big one.

Hey, hey, hey!

Come on!

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