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Yee-haw!

Yeah.

Approaching Prion Control.

Breaker, breaker!

This is space ace trucker Roy Scantron,

aboard the bigBertha.

Come in, Prion Control.

Show me some love.

Best cargo hauler to the moons of the...

Scantron, will you please shut the hell up?

Dock that hunk of interstellar junk in cargo bay 94.

Copy that.

Bringing my pretty girl in right now.

Welcome, Zazie.

Hey, Jaxie!

Remember what it was like to have fun?

Uh, vaguely, been a while.

Ralen's gone.

Jett's gone.

I'm beginning to think this entire study group of ours is vaporized.

Mmm.

Mmm, Dr. Greg, huh?

So hot. Can't believe you dumped him.

Zazie, I already told you, I didn't dump him.

It's a long story.

Yeah, I know,

but you should get back together with him.

We are at totally different places in our life right now.

Literally, actually.

I just got a transmission from him,

and turns out he's living on Aluna 4 now.

- The mining colony? - Yeah.

I know.

What's he doing all the way out there on the Outer Rim?

He said that he finally found his calling in life.

Thinks he can really make a difference out there.

Okay, whatever.

You just tell him I said

it's time for him to get that fine booty of his

back to Earth, pronto.

Greg was saying goodbye.

I think that he realizes that we're just

in two different places in our life right now.

It was a really sweet message though.

I'm... I'm happy for him.

Jax?

Are you all right?

What's happening to me?

Attention, watch crew.

Outgoing on bay 12.

Hey, these containers for EarthCom?

Sweet, I'll take the entire load.

No, you won't. These are not for you.

What? Hey, you know I'm the best

long distance hauler you got, Dangore.

Ain't a sector in the galaxy

I can't get to faster than anybody else you've got.

Look, Scantron. I'd love to give you a big-paying cargo,

but your insurance certificates are out-of-date.

Nobody wants to take the risk on you

losing your payload to pirates,

and then not being able to cover the loss.

You never told me that before.

Yes, I did. You just never listen.

Oh, come on, man.

Hey, the only reason why I can't get bonded

is because I can't repair my ship.

And I can't repair my ship

unless I get some lucrative cargo first.

- You feel me? - Well, I may have one job.

But I need a skillful, savvy, veteran hauler

who can knows how to keep his mouth shut.

Do you feel me?

Hey, I can keep my mouth shut.

So, what's the cargo?

You transport these containers to the Outer Rim,

past the EarthCom blockade,

and you don't look inside.

Ever!

Hey, man, it sounds shady.

I don't want to lose my transport license.

That's a shame, because this job pays ten times the going rate.

I'll do it.

I'll prep the Bertha, and get these loaded, pronto.

The white zone is for the immediate loading

and offloading of cargo only.

There is no stopping in the red zone.

It's done. Roy Scantron's taking the cargo.

Good. But I don't want any loose ends.

Understood. What happens to Roy Scantron is none of my business.

I wasn't referring to him.

Welcome home, Jax.

Are you okay? I was so worried about you.

What was it? What did the doctor say?

She said I'm pregnant.

Jett, are you absolutely sure that the signal you're tracking

is coming from one of the cargo containers

- that was loaded onto that vessel? - Absolutely.

Why would the pirates have an illegal weapons cache

smuggled on board a civilian transport vessel?

It's actually very clever.

No one would expect it,

and EarthCom is far too stretched

to inspect every transport ship coming into the colonies.

This weapon was manufactured by Parallax.

If we can find more of them on board,

we can prove that Parallax is supporting the pirates

by providing them with munitions.

Captain Duvall, should we notify Admiral Lucas of our current position?

No. First, we need to make sure that all the rest of these weapons are on board.

We need to connect all the dots

before we bring Lucas in on this.

Jett, why don't you try

intercepting any outgoing transmissions

- coming from that vessel. - On it.

Routing through comms... now.

Damn it, Xander.

Why won't you answer me?

It is Xander's baby, right?

Of course.

I mean, I don't know how it wouldn't be.

I haven't been intimate with anyone else recently.

I'm sure he'll reach out as soon as he's able.

I just don't understand how this is possible.

I mean, we were both on birth control.

I just need to talk to him before I do something that can't be undone.

Is that the way you're leaning?

Yeah, I think so.

Are you sure, Jax?

It's just an undifferentiated cluster of cells, right?

I have so much going on right now that I can't even tell you about.

Besides, I don't even know what kind of world I'd bring this child into.

Look, Jax, I know this was unexpected, but

things don't always go the way we plan.

Look, I appreciate what you're saying,

but I need you to trust me when I say that I cannot do this right now.

Jax, you are...

such a good person,

and you'd make a wonderful mother.

That's more important than the timing being perfect.

Plus...

you're not really gonna be able to hide it for much longer.

Wait, I think something's wrong. I just...

I feel like a vibration or something.

That's the baby, silly. It's moving.

Wait, that's so crazy.

It...

feels like butterflies.

Isn't that hauler gonna make us?

The ionized gasses inside the nebula that we're traversing

will cloak our approach.

The pilot should think that we are a sensor echo

in all this soup.

Gentlemen, let's get ready to latch on.

Yeah, he knew the risk, but he took the job anyway.

Hauling dangerous contraband halfway across the galaxy.

Why? Because he's Captain Roy,

the best junk jockey in the galaxy.

Edit, computer.

Captain Roy, the smartest,

best-looking, sexiest

junk jockey in the galaxy.

You're under arrest for illegal weapons trafficking, Captain Roy.

Everything was going so well,

until he got caught.

Okay, so I'm telling you all, I have no idea

what's in those containers.

See, I'm... I'm just a patsy.

A patsy?

I suggest you tell my friend the truth.

He can be very persuasive.

So, who are you working for, Parallax Galactic

- and the Sumi pirates? - What?!

Hell no. I work for myself.

Roy Scantron, damn glad to meet you.

Not Captain Roy, the best-looking junk jockey in the galaxy?

He's my nom de guerre in the book I'm recording

about my wild and crazy adventures in the cosmos.

It's gonna be an interstellar best-seller, you'll see.

Well, I can't wait to read it.

With this illegal cargo,

you are empowering pirates to attack Earth colonies with impunity.

That is treason, sir.

Now, now, I'm just a long-haul trucker

trying to make his way in the worlds.

What, you all ain't never done nothing just 'cause you need the cash?

- Well, nothing illegal. - Speak for yourself, Cap.

- Shut up, Jett. - Sorry, Cap.

Whoo-whee!

So, who are you transporting this antique Earth vehicle for?

Nobody. That's mine.

And, uh, it wasn't cheap, so, uh, step away, please.

It was an impulse buy, okay?

These locks have network encryption.

Do you have the credentials to override them, Jett?

Yeah, on it.

Modulating.

Done.

Open it.

Who are those people in stasis?

Where did they come from?

Where are you bringing them to?

Who is paying you?

What do they want with the people in the containers?

Look, I don't know anything!

Honest. I was just trying to make a few extra credits

and took this gig.

Honestly.

Cap.

The men and women he's transporting,

- they're all clones. - Clones?

They all have chip implants indicating they were manufactured on Adar.

Those cloning factories were operated by Parallax,

until they were shut down by Atria Nine when she was elected Seeker.

I could contact Atria and find out if there is a record

of when the clones were manufactured and who they are.

No. I figured out who they are.

The clones were farmed from the cells of dead EarthCom soldiers

who fought in the war at Zatar.

- They're soldiers? - Yeah.

Jett, if you were able to analyze the cell structure of those clones,

do you think you could prove a connection to Parallax?

Yeah, it's possible, but I don't have the proper genetic scanners here to verify.

We gotta take 'em back to Earth.

With that evidence like that, we could finally prove to Admiral Lucas

that Parallax has been giving military aid to the Sumi pirates.

She'd have to believe us.

Yes, but returning to Earth is not an easy task.

I mean, we are in deep Non-Aligned Space.

We'd have to fly through a gauntlet of some of the most dangerous

and pirate-infested star systems

in this piece of junk.

Hey, man, no need to be cruel.

Berthamay look like junk, but she's still got some moves.

Your cargo is people, Roy.

And they're being sent to fight and die in battles

by murderers too cowardly to do their own killing.

They're slaves, Roy!

I didn't know what was in those containers, man. I swear.

I mean, I figured it was something illegal, but I never imagined it was people.

You gotta believe me.

I would never transport slaves, no matter how broke I was.

You think he's telling the truth?

Actually, I do.

Cap, these clones were grown from the DNA harvested

from soldiers in every branch of EarthCom military.

Wait, wait. S... Uh, stop.

Go back.

What is it? What's wrong?

That clone is...

Zion.

Who's Zion?

He's my brother.

Can you find a way to wake him up, Jett?

Captain Duvall...

I know what you're gonna say, Ralen.

Don't.

It's my brother.

It's not your brother, Captain.

It's a facsimile of him.

It may look like him,

may even sound like him,

but... it most definitely is not him.

If you could find a way

to bring Matta back, you'd do anything,

wouldn't you?

I have gone down that road,

and trust me when I say, it is not a path

that leads where you wish it to go.

Do it, Jett.

Hey! Hey, Zion!

Zion! Zion, it's me.

It's Xander. You recognize me?

Where is the commander?

This baby is growing a lot faster than a normal pregnancy,

and I don't know why.

I need to find out what's happening to me.

Who else, apart from Dr. Pedowitz and myself, know about this?

Uh, j... just my roommate.

Good. Your doctor can't know what you really are,

so I have arranged to substitute the medical records

of an ordinary human for your own.

I have to tell Xander. Do you even know where he is?

The child is not Captain Duvall's, Jax.

What? No, of course he is. He has to be.

I'm afraid there is no biological father.

H... how is that possible?

I examined your medical records,

the real medical records.

Sequencing the fetus' genome

revealed a near 100 percent match to your own.

It appears that you are pregnant with your own clone.

And the gestation is so rapidly accelerated,

that you're going through nine months of pregnancy

in less than a week.

That is so not normal. Why is this happening to me?

It's possible that this child could be the next Pandora.

Okay...

Okay, and if that's the case,

that must mean that the Ancients caused this to happen to me, right?

Perhaps the death of your doppelganger,

triggered the process to replace her.

This is way too much. I cannot do this.

It's an unanticipated complication

at a time when focus and clarity are necessary, yes.

- I want it gone. - Jax.

Look, I know this isn't easy.

Oh, you think?

First, I find out that I'm not even human,

and then the... the fate of the universe relies on me.

And now I have something growing inside of me that may not even be a real baby.

I'm only a 22-year old sophomore. This is so not fair.

What are your intentions? Even if this was a normal baby,

there's no way you could look after it.

In a matter of weeks...

in a matter of weeks,

you literally have to save the universe.

Is there any way that you and my uncle

could find a home for her,

the same way that you did for me?

If that's what you really want.

The decision lies with you, but... please,

consider all the consequences.

I am.

That's why I'm asking for your help.

Look, there is no way that I could be a mother right now.

That is not in my destiny, but...

maybe she can still have a normal life.

Jax?

Jax, what's wrong?

The baby...

I think she's coming.

You were my brother... Zion.

You were my older brother,

and I looked up to you.

You were a soldier. You were a man of honor. You...

taught me how to be a better person.

You inspired me to be the man I am today.

Where is the commander?

Okay, um...

Uh...

Our father taught us how to play ice hockey

on the frozen pond near our house.

I had a stick, and you had a broom.

What's fair is fair.

You remember that?

We carried on playing into the early spring, and once,

I saw you skating towards a patch of thin ice.

So, uh, so I body-checked you

full on, hard, out of the way.

And I... I drove my shoulder, my upper arm, my elbow

into you and, uh, and took you out.

And you taught me that move.

You remember?

And you were so angry at me.

You were so angry until

I showed you the hole

in the ice.

And then you thanked me

for saving your life.

Do you remember?

You know me, damn it.

Where is the commander?

And you said you weren't ready to be a mom.

I'm not.

She deserves so much more than what I can offer her.

So, you're not gonna keep her?

What? You guys have never seen a baby before?

How can I care so much

when last week I didn't even know she existed?

Hi, baby.

Is that really your motivation?

You don't understand, Ralen.

I was a different person before Zion died.

I was an artist.

I was gonna be an architect.

My mother never recovered when he was killed.

And I joined EarthCom

because I wanted to be just like him.

My mother felt like she was losing us both,

and it broke her.

Trust me when I say this,

I have been where you are now.

You cannot bring back the dead,

no matter how much you may want to.

We can only hold them in our thoughts,

and let them live on in our memories.

Whoa.

Looks like we got company.

Hitting thrusters.

Have you picked a name for her yet?

I'm gonna call her "Bloom",

because she grew so fast.

Bloom. That's cool. I like it.

She's such a good baby.

Yeah, for now, but when we wake up in the morning,

she might be a bitchy, hormonal teenager.

No. No, no, no.

No, she's gonna stay perfect forever.

Not like her mommy, huh?

No.

She drinks so much. I don't know how I keep up with her.

What about you? Hungry, thirsty?

A bit.

I'll hit the cafeteria for you.

You stay here, mama.

Shh, shh, shh, shh. Come on.

What do they want?

Can we outrun them?

Dream on. What kind of ship you think Berthais?

She a lover, not a fighter.

Oh, great. Now what?

Those ships belong to the Bellum Batonianum.

Aw, man, not the Bellum Batonianum. They're the worst, they're...

Okay, who are the Bellum Batonianum?

They're a violent group of secessionists

named after the rebels in Ancient Rome who tried to overthrow the Emperor.

They're trying to help the Outer Rim colonies

break away from the Earth Confederacy.

They've been causing trouble on the Rim for years,

but EarthCom's always been able to push them back.

Lately, with our fleet depleted, not so much.

Yeah, I tangled with them once before. They nasty.

I was lucky they only took my cargo parts

and not my vital parts.

Yeah, yeah, I get it. They're bad news.

But what do the rebels have to do with Sumi pirates?

There has to be a connection.

On Aluna 4, the pirates were attacking an Earth colony.

It makes no sense the secessionists would be working with them.

There is a connection. We just don't know what it is yet.

- We have to find out. - Whoa, we got a bigger problem.

If the rebels who were expecting delivery of these clones

- have been tracking this ship, then... - They know we veered off course

to Earth with their merch, in which case they now coming after us.

They've armed their weapons.

- All right, shields up! - Whoa, whoa, whoa. What shields?

We don't have shields.

The Berthais not a warship. It's a cargo ship.

Oh! We all gonna die!

If you could lower your voice and sit down, please, Mr. Scantron.

We can't negotiate with these bad hombres, man!

They ruthless!

Oh, they gonna harvest my vital parts.

Hail EarthCom. Tell them that we need immediate back-up!

- I can't. They're jamming all our frequencies. - Of course, they are.

Mr. Scantron, does this ship have any weapons?

- Yeah. - Great!

But they don't work.

I need to get them repaired.

I do have some gravitic mines left over from a run,

but they gonna spot them and detonate them.

Does anything work on this junker ship of yours?

Yeah. It flies.

You know what, I don't feel so good.

Um, y'all mind if I...

Just get the hell off the bridge!

Okay. Open up, Bertha.

Come on!

Why aren't they attacking?

Because we have something that they need, the clones.

That's why they're not shooting us.

- So, what do we do? Turn them over? - No!

Even if I were willing to do that, which I'm not, it wouldn't work.

They would just blow the ship out of space as soon as we handed over the cargo.

Okay, but you have a plan, right?

Yeah, I'm working on it!

If I might offer a suggestion?

Finish placing the mines inside the empty rubbish vestibules.

We shall release them into space on the captain's orders.

So, the rebels will think we're dumping garbage to drop weight

so the Berthawill fly faster, and they won't detect the mines.

Fighting back with space trash.

You're a genius, Ralen.

That remains to be seen.

We have one mine left.

Oh.

What about in that old thing?

Please, by all means.

You sure?

I mean, Mr. Scantron said he paid a lot of money for it.

That is unfortunate.

Captain Duvall, you need to get theBertha into position.

Ralen, Jett, hold on.

The mines took out a rebel ship, Cap,

but we still have four bogeys on our tail.

If we can reach the 11-22 shipping lanes,

I believe the EarthCom forces at the blockade line

will deter the rebels from further pursuit.

What the hell is going on? We just lost all power.

It's Roy. He's taken the Kubrick.

That friggin' coward. He sabotaged the ship.

Forget about him. We have bigger problems right now.

Okay, good news. I've restored main power.

Uh, what was that?

We're being boarded.

You.

Lovely to see you again too.

Allow me to formally introduce myself.

I was at a bit of a disadvantage the last time we met.

Bey Turhan.

And I believe you have something that belongs to me.

You, sir, are under arrest, Mr. Turhan.

I'm glad you have a sense of humor, Captain Duvall.

I, on the other hand, do not.

I'm not a fan of EarthCom as, uh... you already know.

On your feet, soldier.

Yes, Commander.

Bring me to the rest of my soldiers.

- Soldiers, board your ships. - Yes, Commander.

These are the last.

Oh, oh... you.

Stay.

What's so special about this one?

Why was he awakened from stasis

and not the others?

Answer me, Captain.

Oh, my goodness.

Welcome, Professor Shral.

Professor Shral?

I just, uh...

came to check on the condition of the child.

Her name's "Bloom".

And she's amazing.

- May I examine Bloom? - No.

No, she's... she's trying to sleep.

She doesn't need to be poked and prodded by you.

Understood.

But your uncle wants to know if the child is exhibiting

any extraordinary abilities,

or has any unusual physical characteristics?

Mmm... just unusual cuteness.

Isn't that right, my little Bloom? Shh.

Shh. Night-night now.

- Jax? - Huh?

We found parents for her.

We just need to know if raising her will present any challenges.

Mmm. Mm-mm.

She's perfect.

You cannot fall in love with this child, cadet.

Think it's a little late for that.

You have another path.

I know.

I'm gonna do the right thing.

For her.

Just... give me one more night

before I have to say goodbye.

- Very well. - Yeah?

Shh.

Tell me why this one was awakened,

or I'll blow its head off.

Don't.

Why is it special, EarthCom?

He is my brother.

Zion died...

fighting in the war.

The clones were created using DNA from deceased Earth soldiers.

Your brother has come back from the dead

for a family reunion.

Zion.

Kill Captain Duvall.

Zion.

Zion, don't listen to him. It's Xander.

It's your brother.

You're a man of honor, Zion. You're a soldier.

You don't kill innocent people.

Shoot him. Kill him now.

Our father taught us how to play ice hockey.

So, I body-checked you.

You know me, damn it.

Kill them. Kill them both!

- Xandie. - It's me.

My little brother.

Nice body-check.

Thanks. I learned it from you.

Well, you didn't tuck in your elbow,

- and that's a penalty. - Go, go!

Cap!

- Zion! Zion! - Captain, no!

- Zion! - We need to find out why he malfunctioned.

- Xander, stop! - Get the clones back to the ships!

It would be suicide to pursue them.

Go!

They have what they came for.

Now, we must go, or we are all dead.

Fine.

But I will find Zion. I can't lose him.

I can't lose him again, not this time.

We will find him.

I presume you placed a tracking device on him.

The rebels are preparing to come around and destroy the Bertha.

We still have a chance if we can make it to the shipping lanes.

The lead rebel ship is trying to acquire a target lock on us.

Captain Roy, the best...

They're still on us. I can't shake them.

Captain Roy, the best looking...

- Audio file deleted. - Enemy torpedo incoming!

Missile incoming!

Brace for impact!

Yee-haw!

Torpedo neutralized.

Howdy, partners! This is space ace Captain Roy.

You look like you could use a little help, so I brought some friends.

Attention, Bellum Batonianum marauders.

This is EarthCom cruiser Dauntless.

You will stand down, or you will be destroyed.

The rebels have gone to light speed. EarthCom is in pursuit.

Yeah!

Oh, come on!

Close your eyes.

What do you say, baby?

You and me, you think we can do it?

It's gonna be a little rocky, 'cause...

I have no idea what I'm doing.

Mommy also has to save the whole universe.

I know. Mom's crazy, huh?

So, Mommy has some juggling to do,

but, we're gonna make it work, okay?

Because I love you,

more than it is possible to love.

Okay?

Okay, Bloom.

I love you, Bloom.

I'll never let anything happen to you, okay?

I had a change of heart.

I couldn't just leave good people like you behind to die.

So, once I cleared jamming range,

I hailed EarthCom and told them you in trouble

and what I'd done.

You see, uh...

I've always been a coward,

but y'all inspired me to be a better man.

Especially you, Xander.

Me?

Yeah.

I saw the way you acted with your brother and, uh...

you never gave up on him.

Reminded me that there's someone in my life

that I need to reconnect with too.

So, I'm going to visit Bertha.

You are on the Bertha.

No, the real Bertha, my sister.

I named the ship after her.

She's, uh, an interesting individual.

You might even get to meet her some day.

- Hey, what's up with Jett? - Oh.

He's on the datastream, gathering information for us about the rebels.

Hmm.

Oh, uh...

you think maybe you could, uh,

see your way to being a character witness

at my trial when you haul me in front of a judge for...

stealing your ship?

I shouldn't think that'll be necessary anymore, Mr. Scantron.

As long as you can see your way clear

to stay out of trouble from now on.

Cool.

I could do that.

I can do that.

Okay. Pssht!

Where's my motorcycle?

About that...

we need to talk.

Have we gathered enough evidence to definitively link the weapons

- and the production of the cloned soldiers to Parallax? - Not exactly.

What does that mean, "not exactly"?

It means Parallax isn't responsible for creating them.

If not Parallax, then who?

Tian-V Spaceways.

Parallax's biggest competitor.

No, it doesn't make any sense. Why?

Why would Tian-V go to all this trouble, run this whole charade,

just to implicate Parallax in illegal arms trafficking to the Sumi?

I don't know, but there's clearly a much bigger conspiracy here than we thought.

But who's behind it?

And what do they want?

Look, Cap, I'm from the Outer Rim,

and there's a lot of anger out there right now, as you know.

But if this powder keg ignites,

it's likely to explode in EarthCom's face.

We can't allow that to happen.

You know, Xander, I'm starting to think

you may be more than just an ordinary

teacher's assistant at the Academy.

It's Captain Duvall, Jett.

I know... Captain.

Bloom?

Zazie, where's Bloom?

I can't find Bloom!

"Take this kiss upon the brow",

and in parting from you now,

thus much let me avow.

You are not wrong, who deem.

"That my days have been a dream."

What's happened to you, Jax?

Why do you keep calling me that?

The campus seems empty. Where is everybody?

What do you know of the Pandora myth?

Curiosity is death.

- How long have you been here? - I've always been here.

- Time travel is impossible. - Is it?

You know never to go in there.

Kill, Ubu, kill.

Good fish.