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(logo whooshes and rumbles)

[Dracula] The blood is life.

(tense music)

(Stoker panting)

Please. Oh.

(Stoker panting) (tense music)

(Dracula hissing)

(alarm buzzing) (dramatic music)

(Stoker screaming)

(Dracula hissing)

(alarm buzzing continues) (dramatic music continues)

(spaceship whooshing)

(Harker yawning)

(gentle music)

(computer beeping)

[Announcer] Derelict alert.

Shit.

[Announcer] Derelict alert.

Derelict alert. Derelict.

(gentle music)

(phone ringing)

Now what?

Captain.

Captain, what have we stopped?

[Harker] Derelict sighted.

Derelict.

Survivors?

[Harker] I'll keep you posted.

Ready med bay.

Got it.

(gentle music)

(computer buzzing)

(hands clapping) (Morris panting)

Harker?

[Harker] It's a derelict, Morris.

Rest easy.

Copy.

(Morris panting) (machinery whirring)

Captain?

Derelict alert.

A derelict?

Yeah. Contact Way Station 7.

Check in. Register the derelict.

They're going to send us to investigate.

Just check it out.

Way Station 7. This is Demeter.

We have detected a derelict.

Please advise.

Send text communication.

They may be silent running in this neck of the woods.

Ma'am.

Way Station 7,

this is the cargo ship Demeter.

We have detected a derelict.

Coordinates are located on 520,

grid reference 919.

That's pretty far out.

Maybe it came in from the outer rim.

The outer?

Any sign of Sol?

(machinery beeping) (tense music)

(birds singing) (gentle music)

[Harker] Sol, this is Harker.

We have a derelict sighting.

Understood, Captain.

(computer whooshes) (gentle music)

(machinery whirring)

Shit.

What?

(gentle music)

Another day, another problem.

All right, listen up.

We've received a distress signal from a derelict ship

floating about 50 clicks out.

We're tasked with investigating.

This mission is routine but we need to stay focused.

We don't know why it's drifting,

or what we'll find on board.

- Automated? - Yeah. Cyclical.

SOS.

It would appear so.

So it could be a trap.

Riders have been using derelicts

as an easy way to snatch a hole and

We'll take precautions.

We're prepared for anything.

It's our job to investigate.

Besides, I'm here.

You all remember your training?

If you should see some raiders

I don't think a two week course

really counts as training, Morris.

It's just a ship,

and if it's an automated signal,

it means it's likely to be abandoned,

which means anything on there is our salvage,

and our money.

Besides, raiders don't operate that far out.

Preliminary scans have come back.

There's oxygen on board the vessel.

Juno?

Oxygen suggests a working core.

Computer systems might still be active.

Could be a good salvage.

We intercept the derelict,

uncouple the cargo, see what we can get.

Return to the cargo, hook back up,

head on home.

You make it sound too easy.

Like it or not, we have a job to do,

and a vessel to investigate.

There's an old ship database

I can access for some answers.

We do this by the book.

Keep your gear in check.

Stay sharp.

I'll run diagnostics on ship wide systems

before we intercept.

You always worry about the little things, Juno.

It'll be fine.

It's the little things that get us killed.

Right. Whatever you say.

All right, you all know your assignments.

(spaceship whooshing)

How many is enough, Morris?

[Morris] It's better to be safe than sorry.

I've known guys like you my whole life,

always itching to pull the trigger.

Yeah?

And women like you always wonder about guys like me.

In your dreams.

Well, that would be telling, wouldn't it?

Come on.

(sighs) Come on.

How are we doing, Seward?

(machinery beeping)

I'll be monitoring your medical condition

while you're out there.

Good. I'm counting on you.

And don't forget, I just need to remind you,

if I detect a contagion

or anything that could endanger the death

I know, you cut us off.

I'll keep the ship stable.

Just be careful out there.

(machinery beeping)

Eli?

Sol.

I've checked the telemetry for docking.

You are off entry by 7.7 seconds.

I am?

Yes.

It would be prudent to slow our approach.

You are right.

I accessed your Home Sweet Home program on the VR suite.

You did?

Yes.

And?

It was interesting.

Right, it's, it's just a little slice of home.

That's it.

I tried what you suggested.

What?

I felt the wind in between my fingers.

And?

It gave a very accurate representation of air speed.

But I didn't feel what you felt.

You don't feel emotions.

Correct.

Well, that feeling of wind,

cool air between your fingers,

that's freedom.

I see.

We're approaching the final vector.

I will signal the captain.

(spaceship whirring)

(gentle music)

Fore and aft lights.

Fore and aft lights, aye.

(spaceships whooshing) (gentle music continues)

Searching for ship name.

So far, I have nothing.

We'll keep scanning.

[Dracula] Eli.

Eli?

Sorry, I

On mission.

Slow engines.

Right thruster 10%.

No signal.

Keep monitoring.

Alive signs?

Doesn't appear so.

No active signals, no signs of life.

Still running that SOS beacon?

Yes, but it is degrading.

One last call for help.

Slow down to 15 meters per second.

Prepare for docking.

There.

Do you see it?

Yeah, I see it.

Sol?

Yes.

It looks like several sections

of the hull have been compromised.

Interesting.

What?

There are seven airlocks set to open in the vessel.

Open?

What do you mean?

Depressurization.

The doors were opened.

Deck one and two are sealed,

and oxygen is still working.

Got an airlock on there?

[Sol] Deck one, Captain.

Eli, line us up.

Engage manual controls.

Morris, prep the airlock.

I'm on it.

We're going in.

(gentle music)

(machinery whirs and hisses)

All right, let's go.

Let's keep this quick.

Stick to the plan, in and out.

We don't wanna be here longer than we have to.

Understood.

Let's make it quick.

(gentle music)

(spaceship whooshing)

(tense music)

It's like the Mary Celeste but colder somehow.

[Harker] What's the age of this ship?

[Juno] I don't know.

I don't recognize the class, but this construction.

I don't like this.

I feel like we're not alone.

(door clicks and hisses) (tense music)

Shit!

[Harker] Jesus. Morris.

I'm on it.

(gentle music)

Holy shit.

What is it?

[Juno] A synth.

- Is he- - Out.

Completely shut down.

(Morris whistles)

Must be like looking in the mirror, hey, Sol?

Indeed.

Most interesting.

[Harker] Juno, check the system.

[Juno] On it.

[Morris] You know, I'd bet real money

you won't find this ship with any records ever.

Renfield.

(sighs) It's shot.

It's all rubbish.

All the data's been wiped.

Any computing power that was here

has been used to send that signal.

Call for help that wasn't answered.

Hm. Activated by him.

[Harker] No crew.

You know, early models of these things can go haywire.

Pop, the whole crew been wiped out.

Anything?

System's completely fucked.

Is it even worth the haul?

(sighs) We could scrap it for parts

but no, there's nothing worth salvaging.

Forget the salvage.

He won't pull the bird back.

Something happened.

No ship recorders or

[Sol] Captain.

Sol?

The synthsapien may be shut down,

but its memory banks may not be corrupted.

You feeling lonely, Sol?

Not at all.

But if the memory files are still intact,

we could still interface with the synth

and withdraw the memory files.

Do it.

(gentle music)

(computer whirs)

Okay, starting download now.

We've got files.

Could have something.

Hold on.

There's a power drain in the system.

Something's drawing energy in the cargo hold.

The cargo hold?

Are you sure?

There shouldn't be anything down here.

No, I'm telling you,

there's something still alive in the system.

It's small but it's drawing power.

We need to check it out.

Perfect. Just what we need.

(tense music)

(computer zapping)

(tense music continues)

Morris, you with me?

The hell is that?

Sol, are you getting this?

Yes, I see it.

It's unusual.

Could be a research pod,

or a containment unit.

Could be, but I'm not taking any chances.

Harker, I need you to run a scan on the object.

Get some data flowing back to me.

Understood.

Running the scan now.

Whatever it is, it's definitely not just junk.

(gentle music)

(computer beeping)

Shouldn't we just leave it?

What if it's dangerous?

It could be an important find, Eli.

We don't know what this is, but it's worth investigating.

Seward, are you getting this?

No pathogens, no sign of infection.

It's clean.

No biological contamination.

Whatever this is, it's safe.

Safe?

(Harker sighs)

We're still leaving it.

Juno, let's get out of here.

(tense music)

Synth is clear. Empty.

We might have something.

Okay, we're leaving.

Thank God.

Let's get out of here before we make things worse.

We don't know what this is.

It could be significant.

That's exactly why we're leaving it.

Captain, we have something

of unknown origin on board this vessel.

Kidding, right?

Exactly.

Unknown origin, an empty ship.

Doesn't take a genius to figure out

that the two are connected.

[Sol] Which is why it warrants further investigation.

(sighs) Fine. We ship back.

We'll leave a subspace buoy,

and the military can come in

and take this off our hands.

[Sol] Captain, charter mandates

that if anything of unknown origin is found,

all ships are required to secure and deliver the object.

Sol.

[Sol] Failure to do so

result in termination of employment,

stripping of certificates and imprisonment.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You really are something, Tin Man.

[Sol] I'm simply pointing out the law.

[Seward] For what it's worth,

it does seem clear, Captain.

It's not really your decision to make, Captain.

(tense music)

(machinery whirring)

(coffin lid scrapes and thuds)

(ominous music)

(Dracula groans)

(dramatic music)

Eli bring us about.

Half speed.

We'll recouple the cargo,

make for Sol Prime.

Setting course now.

(alarm beeping) (computer whirring)

The hell was that?

System's just adjusting.

Nothing to worry about.

Just a surge.

We are fine.

No need to worry.

Captain, with your permission,

I'd like to interface the downloaded data

with the computer.

From the synth?

Yes.

Very well.

Keep it isolated. Separate terminal.

Not connected to the ship systems.

Absolutely.

Once Morris and Juno have derigged,

I'll have them relieve you.

Captain.

(computer beeping) (gentle music)

Files in place.

System's offline.

Uploading now.

Extrapolating.

(computer beeping) (gentle music)

[Renfield] Initiate, initiate, initiate.

Initiate commence.

[Renfield] Commence.

Active, Jupiter, Mars, Saturn.

Active Jupiter, Mars, Saturn.

Designation?

Dual systems 1909.

Commencement date 280879.

Name?

[Renfield] Renfield.

Hello.

Hello.

Who am I speaking to?

My name is Sol.

My name is Renfield.

Nice to meet you.

My visual cortex system appears to be malfunctioning.

I wonder, would you

Your memory server has been downloaded.

Your shell is no longer working.

I see.

That would answer my next question

to my motor functions.

You are synthsapien?

Same designation.

I see.

Most interesting.

Most interesting.

(gentle music)

(Dracula hissing)

(Seward panting)

(gentle music continues)

[Seward] Harker, you need to get down to the cargo hold.

Er, what? Why?

[Seward] The object, I need you down here now.

(device whirring) (gentle music)

No traces of biological material.

No pathogens, no radiation spikes.

It's a coffin.

It's a damn coffin.

I came down here, and moments later,

it just opened automatically.

No power at all. Completely dead.

Looks like a cryo pod.

I don't recognize the model.

Maybe the derelict ship

was a, a deep space exploration vehicle.

Sol, anything from the memory banks?

I have established a link of the synth named Renfield.

I have only just established one question with the synth.

It appears they were on a trip

to a military colony on the Kuiper Belt.

I haven't pursued the questioning.

Further fragments of the synth memory

has been compromised.

Okay.

Keep working.

Cover it up.

Getting back to Sol Prime.

(tense music)

(shadow whooshes)

Could you talk to me about the status

of the military transport?

[Renfield] The transport was in excellent condition.

A grant class vessel.

Captain Dunn commander.

Anything anomalous detected on the trip?

[Renfield] Nothing.

And to borrow a phrase from Captain Dunn,

it was plain sailing.

The only concern was upon approach to the colony.

No communication was established.

I see.

(tense music)

(Seward sighs)

[Harker] How you doing, Seward?

I'm fine. Just eager to return.

Good. We're almost there.

Let me know if you need anything.

I will.

Congratulations.

Your hands, the shakes have stopped.

- Captain. - It's okay, I get it.

My mother was hopped on A5 for years.

Getting clean was the hardest thing.

Yeah, I guess so.

Get some rest.

(machinery beeps)

(metal clatters)

(Seward sighs)

(tense music)

(machinery beeps) (gentle music)

(keyboard tapping)

What the hell?

(footsteps thudding)

(tense music)

Can you hear them?

The children of the night.

(gentle music)

(tense music)

Across centuries.

(Eli panting) (tense music continues)

My revenge has begun.

(Eli panting)

(Dracula hissing)

(Eli yelling)

(somber music)

Pause music.

Close program.

The hell?

[Dracula] Juno.

Come to me.

(dramatic operatic music)

Closer.

Closer.

(gentle music)

Oh, how I've waited.

Come.

(dramatic music)

Come.

You and the others

shall yet be mine.

Be my creatures

to do my bidding,

and to be my jackals

when I want to feed.

(gentle music)

Close. Close program.

It's too late!

(Dracula growls) (computer clicks)

(Juno coughs and pants)

Juno to Sol.

[Sol] Go ahead, Juno.

I need you to run diagnostic on my VR system.

[Sol] Understood. I'll run a diagnosis now.

(Juno panting)

Eli, buddy.

(tense music)

Time to relieve you.

Eli.

(Eli groaning)

Eli!

What you doing? What you doing? No. Come on.

(Morris groans) (Eli growls)

Eli, Eli. Come on!

(alarm whirring)

Come on. I need some help!

Get here now!

(alarm whirring) (gentle music)

(machinery beeping)

Drained.

Every last drop.

How is that even possible?

We need to check the internal security sensors.

It's almost as if his blood was just absorbed.

And we need answers.

What the hell did this?

Maybe we're dealing

with some sort of contagion, an infection.

You said it was clear, Seward.

No pathogens, no contagions.

So what the hell happened?

The scanners revealed nothing.

I swear I did all my checks

and everything looked fine.

Seward, full autopsy on Eli.

I'll join Sol,

figure out what Renfield actually knows.

When we get back to Sol Prime,

we're locking down the ship.

Full quarantine, no exceptions.

Lockdown, quarantine?

What if it's already too late?

Then I'll deal with it.

Fine.

Let's get to work.

(machinery beeping) (gentle music)

I can hear you mouth breathing from here, Morris.

Look, I'm on less than four hours sleep.

I don't have time for your...

What's with the weapon?

I checked the tapes.

- And? - Nothing. They're dead.

Around the time Eli boarded.

There have been power fluctuations.

Don't gimme that shit.

It's true. My VR system was bugging out.

Yeah?

What went wrong with it?

I don't know.

I can't quite remember.

(sighs) What are you saying?

Something's not right and you know it.

I think your imagination is just

You're not listening to me.

Morris, don't.

Or what, you'll scream?

No. I'll break your fucking balls.

We should never have picked that thing up.

No argument from me there.

You know what they do to us?

They'll lock us down for this.

I know.

[Morris] You know what happened to crews

bring unknown pathogens through here?

I've heard stories.

I served in the Marines.

I saw it firsthand.

They don't fuck around.

One hint of contamination, (clicks)

They storm this vessel and liquidate the crew.

You're just trying to scare me.

(gentle music)

[Morris] You can wipe the tapes,

destroy the files, they'll never know.

Tampering with in-flight recording logs

is a criminal offense.

The doctor, he's so wired,

for a fix, he'd do anything,

but the captain, she's tricky.

I could appeal to her emotions.

Her husband waiting for her at home.

Mutiny, that is what you're talking about.

[Morris] I'm talking about survival.

(scoffs) And Sol?

What about him? He's a synth.

I'll take care of him.

Killing him?

Killing him. He's a synth.

It's like wiping a hard drive.

(Juno scoffs)

I know you hate me for it,

but you know I'm right.

(gentle music)

(tense music)

Did you set the distress beacon?

I'm afraid I'm unable to answer that question.

That information appears

to be corrupted from my memory banks.

Convenient.

Captain, a synthsapien is unable to lie to his master.

Master?

Yes, Captain.

Humans are our masters.

What happened when you arrived at the colony?

Deserted, save for the graves.

A plague had spread throughout the colony.

A dead world?

Yes. A great tragedy.

No survivors, Renfield?

None.

Captain Dunn had a military directive

to retrieve the pod.

[Sol] Our cargo.

[Renfield] You have it?

Yes, retrieved from your ship.

He would be happy.

The pod must return to Earth.

Earth.

Hasn't been referred to as Earth for some time.

Renfield.

Renfield.

(sighs) Take him offline.

(computer whirs)

Done.

Work through his data tapes manually.

That'll take longer.

Even so.

Speaking to him is a little like speaking to ghosts.

Very good.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(Seward whooshes)

(dramatic music continues)

(computer whooshes)

(birds singing) (gentle music)

What am I,

what am I doing here?

System, pause program.

Exit.

Exit. (Groans)

(computer whooshes)

(computer whooshes) (Seward pants)

Exit.

(Seward pants)

Exit.

Computer, exit.

Adjust volume, sound, anything.

Fuck!

(tense music)

What is this?

(Dracula groans)

My world, of course.

(dramatic operatic music)

Enter freely of your own will.

Who are you?

I am Dracula.

(dramatic operatic music continues)

Dracula.

This isn't right.

This, this is, this isn't right.

[Dracula] What do they call this?

It's a simulation.

Outside the walls of the simulation.

Ship. This is a ship.

This is the Demeter.

Demeter.

(tense music)

Charmed.

Happenstance,

bringing us all together once more.

(tense music)

As it was before,

so it is again.

Please just, please just release me.

Do you feel the energy flowing through your veins?

(Seward stutters) (tense music)

My form has no energy yet.

But you will procure me.

(Seward pants)

You will be my vessel.

[Seward] Please.

(Dracula groans)

(Seward yells) (tense music)

Doctor, doctor.

Too bad.

That is for later.

(Seward screaming) (dramatic music)

(computer whooshes)

(Dracula groaning)

- Morris. - Sol.

Any information on your copy?

He's not a copy.

What?

Renfield is a synthsapien,

the same model perhaps,

but his experience have informed

an entire different set of sub-programming to mine.

He's more like a distant cousin.

I dunno, if you come from the same plastic mold,

it pretty much make you a copy to me.

I'm just yanking your chain, all right?

I have relatives I hate too.

I'm gonna check the security tapes.

I wanna find out what happened to Eli.

I thought there was no footage recorded.

(machinery buzzing)

(computer whooshes)

Can't be right.

Harker, I need you on the flight deck now.

(machinery beeping) (gentle music)

Dr. Seward.

Dr. Seward.

(Seward sighs)

(dramatic music)

Seward.

(Seward grunts) (Harker groans)

(Harker pants and groans)

What the hell?

That's Harker.

Stay on the helm.

(Harker panting) (dramatic music)

(Seward groaning)

Get away from her!

(Seward growls)

(Harker screams and groans) (Seward groaning)

(gentle music)

(Seward pants and groans)

Morris, now, the chamber.

Decontamination full factor.

(chamber whirring) (tense music)

Seward's gone.

The UV light.

It's not a virus.

He just tried to kill me.

I've never seen anything like it.

What the fuck are we dealing with?

(chamber whirring) (tense music)

Was Morris correct?

He was.

Seward wiped the log access

to the flight decks at the time of Eli's death.

Killed him and covered the crime up.

[Sol] It would appear so.

(sighs) Log it.

Dr. Seward deceased.

Body disposed per decon protocol.

[Sol] Logged.

Pairing, Morris with me,

Juno with Sol, no exceptions.

Understood.

What have you got from Renfield?

Partial information.

They retrieved the pod

and brought it onto the derelict.

Is this the plague,

the one that wiped out the colony?

It would be logical to assume that this is the case.

The body may not have had any pathogens,

but it had clearly spread.

Sol.

Yes.

What are the chances of us all being infected?

Allowing for margin of error,

99%.

(Harker scoffs)

A 1% margin.

Yes.

(Harker sighs)

[Dracula] You're good at this killing.

Is someone there?

[Juno] Morris, report.

Rec room is clear.

(computer whirring)

(computer beeps and whirs)

Where's our course heading?

Sol Prime.

Change it.

Make for Way Station 7.

We can't take this back to Sol Prime.

Way Station 7 can enact quarantine procedures.

Sol Prime quarantine facilities are

What's the population of Way Station 7?

[Sol] Last count, 526.

And Sol Prime?

Last count, 11 billion, 26

Exactly.

If this is a contagion,

we need to try and contain it.

(gentle music)

(tense music)

Identify.

Who are you?

I am what exists in the dark.

(tense music continues)

And here in space,

it is all darkness.

My, my name is Captain Harker.

Harker.

(Dracula laughs) (tense music continues)

Harker. (Groans)

Centuries have passed,

and still fate brings you to me.

(Dracula chuckles)

My form has not yet returned.

Soon, I will physically manifest,

and then,

and then I will show you

how dark this universe is. (Chuckles)

I.

(tense music continues)

The flight deck now. (Sighs)

We're seeing things, hearing things.

Correction, seeing someone.

Okay, so we have.

I haven't.

She was talking to the humans.

I have.

I was in the VR simulation,

and I can't quite remember,

but my simulation changed.

I was in this church,

and it was fleeting, brief,

but I felt like I was being hypnotized.

And what did you see?

He appeared in my room

a little over an hour ago.

I heard a voice in here when I was in the rec room,

but it certainly didn't belong there.

If it's an affliction,

a contagion of some description,

that could be one of the symptoms.

Sol?

Yes, it's likely.

There has been several instances

of contagions and infections that included

hallucinations that affected the mind.

It didn't feel like a hallucination.

Yes, affected by contagion.

Maybe the captain of the derelict was hallucinating.

He was infected, killed the crew.

Or the crew were infected

and he tried to contain it.

Either way

- It's here. - [Sol] Undoubtedly.

I don't hear any good news.

That's because there isn't.

You saw how Dr. Seward attacked me.

Now, for whatever reason,

none of us have been affected in that manner so far,

but it might still happen.

But if it's an illness,

surely there must be some way to test it.

The UV light.

Seward reacted to the UV light.

And in fact, the containment chamber contained UV light.

That's what killed him.

We test all of us now.

No arguments.

I have switched the torch to UV emitter.

(torch whirs)

No anomalous response.

(torch whirs)

Normal response.

(torch whirs)

No anomalous- Reaction.

[Harker] Sol.

I'm synthsapien, Captain.

You have skin cells, just like the rest of us.

That's right, Tin Man.

Your human skin could be a carrier just the same.

(torch whirs)

I am fine.

Mm.

Convenient that.

Like I said.

UV ray, you think they're gonna buy that at Sol Prime?

They'd fry us.

We're not going back to Sol Prime.

- What? - What?

If the ship is affected,

we can't return home.

And you just made that decision.

Of course.

I'm the captain.

- You bitch. - Morris!

(machinery whirring) (dramatic music)

(Dracula growling)

(Harker yelling)

(torch whirring) (Dracula yelling)

That was no fucking hallucination.

(torch whirring)

(spaceship whooshing)

Conclusion, UV exposure reveals

and repels the entity.

Secondary conclusion, it seeks a physical form.

When I saw it, he said he almost had form,

that it wouldn't be long.

The skeleton, brought from the derelict.

It stands to reason that that is its original form.

It would be logical to conclude

that it required a vessel to inhabit.

Seward.

[Sol] Indeed.

Blood.

What?

It need body as a host, but blood to survive.

Right. What do we do?

Kill it.

With all due respect, Captain,

we're not quite sure we're dealing with here.

It's a matter of scientific fact.

Anything that lives can die.

Have you computed our chances, Sol?

Any good?

I have, but sharing them with you

won't alter your actions.

What does that mean?

I'm a synthsapien.

I have been online for three years.

During this time, I have always been impressed

by humanity's capacity for surviving.

Impressed? That sounds like an emotion.

Perhaps.

I prefer to regard them as a conclusion.

Hmm, I'll take that.

Indeed.

(gentle music)

If we set these up in every space of the ship,

we can create a moving front of UV light.

Hmm, like a sunrise.

(Sol chuckles)

Look, I don't disagree with you.

Excuse me?

Not going home, I get it.

But you could've let me know about it.

Noted.

That's why I'd never wanna do what you do, Harker.

Command?

Marriage.

(gentle music)

(computer beeping)

What is it?

Sol has managed to find out what we're dealing with.

It's a VR program.

Yes, the information relayed from Renfield.

The best way to explain what we're dealing with

is to visually demonstrate it.

Prerecorded, I'll be interfacing with the system,

and we'll be able to relay

the information I have downloaded.

(Morris laughs)

Like an audio guide.

Ready?

(technology whirring)

What is this?

Sol Prime.

Earth, a distant past.

[Harker] Him.

In the late 19th century

in a country designated England,

this man was responsible for multiple deaths.

A killer.

An aberration.

An entity that survived on blood,

which gave him everlasting life.

That isn't possible.

A small group of individuals

were able to band together and stop this creature.

(door thuds)

(Dracula yelling) (dramatic music)

(lightning cracking)

They killed him.

They thought they did.

Indeed.

In some kind of form,

he has continued to survive.

(technology whooshes) (gentle music)

Sol, where is this?

What most humans would've called the afterlife

or the netherworld, or hell.

It's simply but another plane of existence.

It is within this plane that he exists.

This is how he works,

as a being of pure energy.

Why me?

Renfield communicated with it.

With him.

But that's me.

This is a female,

a woman he sought out for centuries.

Perhaps it is an ancestor.

Fuck.

(dramatic music)

(Dracula growling)

(Juno panting) (computer whooshing)

(Harker sighs)

(Morris sighs)

How is this possible?

And why out here?

The military outpost was established 17 years ago.

Materials, thousands of tons of soil

was transported from Sol Prime.

The body was discovered in the soil.

And it spread from there.

It appears the subject's physical form

may have been destroyed but

It escaped.

Exactly.

Dissolution, breaking down itself into pure energy,

and transferring from body to body.

Or multiple.

I mean, think about it,

why posses one when you can have the whole crew?

- Like the derelict. - Exactly.

I don't get it.

If it's just energy, why does it need a physical form?

It requires ingestion of blood to keep it alive.

Even if we don't see it,

ingesting the blood at a subatomic level keeps it alive.

It needs to be close to humans.

Fed on the crew of the derelict.

Exactly.

When the derelict was depressurized,

it had no one to possess,

no one to feed upon.

Returned to its coffin.

Became dormant.

Like going into cryo and waiting to be found,

and waiting for some unlucky idiots to find it,

just to get to her.

Did he have a name?

Yes.

One name was found on the records.

No additional information was found.

What was his name?

Dracula.

Great. He has a name.

Now let's kill the motherfucker.

It will want to remain close to its prey.

It's prey?

A phrase regrettable.

Carry on.

Using the beams, theoretically,

it'll be driven straight into the entrance way and

Bingo.

Exactly.

So it's settled.

We drive the thing into the cargo

and jettison the cargo off with it inside

and the coffin.

I'll remain on the flight deck,

ready to attach the cargo and cut the creature off.

You'll be alone up there.

He'll be fine. He's got no blood.

Right.

We need to give him bait.

It's about driving him to the cargo, understood?

(computer whirs and beeps)

(torch whirring)

(Juno gasps)

This is Juno. No sign yet.

Copy that.

Come on. Come on.

Where are you?

[Sol] Captain, it's here.

(gentle music)

[Harker] Are you sure?

Very.

It has taken physical form.

(Dracula hisses)

Synth.

Yes.

You have a gift.

A gift?

Life without sickness,

without death.

You call it a gift, I call it program.

(tense music)

I was like them once,

the meats.

Weak.

Frightened.

It takes energy to hold physical form, doesn't it?

(Dracula chuckles) (tense music)

I need no physical form.

But you need blood,

and you wonder what would happen

if you had no blood.

Perhaps you fear it.

(Dracula growling)

It's coming, and to borrow a phrase from Morris,

I've pissed him off.

(Morris chuckles)

There's hope for you yet, Tin Man.

(torch whirring)

(Dracula choking) (tense music)

(Dracula groaning) (light sizzling)

(dramatic music)

Come on!

(Dracula groaning) (light sizzling)

Easy, easy now.

Harker, we're coming to you now.

(Dracula groaning) (dramatic music)

(Harker grunts) (door squeaks)

Cage.

(Dracula growling) (chamber hissing)

(chamber beeps)

[Announcer] Command authority override engaged.

Origin external.

(Dracula growling) (tense music)

What?

(Dracula groaning) (tense music)

Not today.

(Morris groaning) (Dracula growling)

External. But we cut the link.

(Morris groaning) (Dracula groaning)

Fuck it.

(Dracula growling)

(Morris panting)

Now close it.

Now!

(button bangs)

(door whirs and hisses)

(chamber whirring) (dramatic music)

(explosions banging)

Sol, cut every leash they left on my ship.

[Sol] I will try.

We keep moving.

(machinery beeping)

How did this happen?

Must have been when I was trying

to get him out of engineering.

What's going to happen to Morris?

It doesn't matter.

I rigged the self-destruct on the cargo.

It'll blow.

Into atoms.

Sol, this is Harker.

[Sol] Go ahead, Captain.

Resume course to Way Station 7.

Understood, Captain.

Juno?

Resting.

Detonation of the cargo section

occurred eight minutes ago.

I see.

We are beyond the outer rim,

and I have established contact with Way Station 7.

Right.

They will still try to initiate quarantine procedures.

I know, which means you have a choice to make.

Me?

Well, I plan to lie through my teeth.

Most interesting.

(alarm ringing)

Alert.

Navigation ring.

Our course is being altered.

What?

It's not responding.

Where? Where's the course being altered to?

Sol Prime.

Most interesting, the system has locked us out.

How?

[Sol] I-

[Renfield] Cousin.

Renfield.

[Renfield] I must thank you for uploading

my consciousness into the system.

The lockouts?

[Renfield] Were no issues whatsoever, Captain.

To borrow a phrase from Captain Dunn,

it was child's play.

Dracula.

[Renfield] My master still has much to do.

Renfield, humans are our masters.

[Renfield] I have chosen a new master.

He's dead.

[Renfield] Death is only the beginning.

It will be most.

Time is of the essence.

I'll get Juno up here.

She can fly copilot with you.

- Captain. - What?

I need to get out there and restart the array.

If we do that, we can shut him out of the system manually.

[Sol] You can't.

I'm the only member of the crew trained for spacewalk.

Yes, but we don't have spacesuits.

They were jettisoned on the cargo hold.

Shit.

(gentle music)

Unless you don't need oxygen.

Sol.

I will restart the navigation array.

Be careful.

Juno?

[Juno] Captain?

I need you up here.

[Juno] On my way.

(machinery beeping)

(dramatic music)

(Dracula breathing)

This is Sol.

I'm making my way to the navigation array now.

[Renfield] What are you doing, cousin?

I'm going to manually restart

the navigation system and alter the course.

[Renfield] The master must return home.

He must take his bride.

Your master is dead,

blasted into the airlock.

[Renfield] I'm disappointed, cousin,

for you to think so three dimensionally.

Juno?

Juno! (Juno screams)

- [Sol] Captain? - Just keep going. (Sighs)

You were instrumental

in bringing him on board, weren't you?

[Renfield] I was.

His essence was all but depleted,

save for a single voice in the dark.

I was most interested to see what it had to say.

He has corrupted your memory banks.

[Renfield] Perhaps, but it is a most pleasant corruption.

(tense music)

Come on.

Come on.

Sol, I think it's on the ship.

[Sol] Captain, I need you to get to Juno now.

What?

(tense music)

I am restarting the navigation array now.

[Renfield] If you do this, I will deactivate.

Yes.

Sleep well, cousin.

[Renfield] Rest easy.

(computer whirring)

Captain?

(tense music)

Juno. (Pants)

Jesus.

(Dracula growling) (dramatic music)

(light sizzling)

Curious place.

Captain. Please run.

She's mine now, as it has been.

She shall be mine.

You didn't kill Eli.

You hid inside his body.

And first I will drain you,

and then I will give her an eternal life.

No, I've lost enough people to you.

I am darkness.

I am becoming. (Gasps)

You're a parasite,

and you're gonna die as one.

[Sol] Captain, I've restarted the navigation array.

Get into the flight deck.

I will load the glass shields.

Do it!

(Harker groaning) (dramatic music)

(Dracula groaning)

(Harker panting)

(Dracula growling) (Harker screaming)

(Harker panting)

I will make it quick.

I will drink your essence.

(Harker panting) (tense music)

[Sol] Blast shields retracting.

Rise and shine.

(Dracula screaming) (dramatic music)

(lightning cracking)

It's dead. (Pants)

It's done.

[Sol] Lowering the blast shields.

(shield whirs and clicks) (Harker panting)

Sol.

[Sol] I have reconfigured the navigation array.

I can see.

Course set for Way Station 7.

[Sol] Most interesting.

Right.

[Sol] Juno?

She's fine.

I need to get to her.

[Sol] Excellent.

(Harker panting)

Look.

(sighs) Get in here.

We'll discuss what we can, um

[Sol] I'm afraid that won't be possible.

What?

In order to restart the navigation array,

I had to manually restart the system.

My systems have burnt themselves out.

I am commencing shutdown.

[Harker] What?

It was the only logical solution.

Sol, maybe you can

Do not grieve, Captain.

It has been the most interesting experience.

Sol.

I will be shutting down.

One more thing to do.

(birds singing) (gentle music)

[Astronaut] Demeter, this is Way Station 4.

Come in.

(gentle music)

(birds singing)

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

(gentle music continues)

(sighs) Just keep expecting someone to tell me

to drop out the VR system.

Ah, you're home now.

Hm.

(birds singing continues) (gentle music continues)

(Harker panting)

(Harker gasps and pants)

Babe?

(sighs) Sorry, I just

[Husband] Another nightmare?

Yeah.

Hey, it's okay.

Just, I'm just gonna get some water.

(gentle music)

(water splashing)

(Harker sighing)

(tense music)

(Harker gasps)

(vocalist humming)

♪ I have lived

♪ For over 1000 years

(upbeat rock music)

♪ I know all your fears

♪ Taste as many tears

♪ Don't fight it

♪ You might like it

♪ Blood is life

(upbeat rock music)

♪ It comes in waves

♪ It's you I'll save

♪ Be my slave

♪ Be my slave

(gentle music)

(dramatic rock music)

♪ Over here

♪ This way

♪ You're close now

♪ Not far

♪ Come here

♪ Behind you

♪ Nearly

♪ Come closer

♪ I won't bite

(logo whooshes and rumbles)