Original subtitles

(muzica misterioasa)

(fanfare de deschidere)

(clopotul navei)

- 1900 ore, croazieră ca înainte.

(zgomote de computer)

- [Computer Voice] 1900 ore, croazieră ca înainte, așa notat.

(muzica lenta)

- Seara,

ceva interesant?

- Doar să fii cu ochii pe cursul nostru.

Marcus mă are ca navigator interimar

de vreme ce am ajuns pe scurt.

- Ce zici de tânărul Royce,

ce mai face?

- Destul de bine.

Știi, este dimineața înapoi acasă chiar acum.

- Dor de casă?

- Desigur că nu,

- Îmi urăsc copiii.

- (chicotește) Atât de rău?

- Are nevoie de ceva disciplină.

Dar recunosc,

va fi frumos să ai

un specialist dedicat războiului electronic

cu noi de data aceasta.

(buzzer interfon)

- [Foley] Conn, SepMOD.

- Conn, da.

- Rulment de contact stroboscopic 040 cu 022.

Distanță de aproximativ 2,5 milioane de Ahrimani.

- ID?

- [Foley] Părea curat până acum aproximativ 15 secunde.

Now I'm getting flashes of a scrambled signal.

She looks to pass close at present course and speed

about 1,100 Ahrimans off our starboard side, high to low.

- [Masterson] Mr. Barrows?

- Mr. Masterson?

- Shall we go to quarters?

- Well, that's the kind of decision you were hired to make.

- Sir?

- Choice is yours.

Have it sounded or call the captain and ask him.

- Abner, I'm the XO, I should really...

- No, you really shouldn't.

Give him a chance to earn his pay.

(intercom buzzer)

- [Foley] Conn SepMOD,

contact confirmed as blacklisted ship.

We have full legal authority to destroy or seize.

Designating contact as 'Target One.'

- Time's wasting mister.

- Sound general quarters,

all hands to battle stations.

(alarm blaring)

- Abner, he really should have deferred to me

after all I am the executive officer of this ship.

- Desigur, ai absolut dreptate.

(muzică dramatică)

- Reviste echipate și gata.

- Rapoarte de montare Hydra One echipate și gata

- Rapoarte de montare Cobra echipate și gata.

- Hydra Two, echipat și gata.

- Rapoarte de montare Quad echipate și gata.

- Rapoartele Hydra Twin mount sunt pregătite și pregătite.

- Toate armele echipate și gata.

(alarma sună)

- Ce se întâmplă?

De ce suntem în cartier?

- Noul căpitan de contact,

sus pe arcul la tribord.

Este pe lista neagră.

- De ce am fost informat de alarme în locul tău?

- Am considerat...

- Atunci de ce nu ai făcut-o?

Vom vorbi despre asta mai târziu.

Am Conn, bordul amenințărilor pe unul.

(semnal sonor al tabelului de parcela)

- Starea de luptă [Computer Voice],

etanșarea ușilor sub presiune.

(ușă trântește)

(semnal sonor de masă)

- O să treacă de dreapta noastră.

- Nu am putut solicita o configurare mai bună.

- SepMOD, distanța față de țintă.

- [Foley] Contactul are distanță închisă

la 2 milioane de Ahrimani.

Viteza este constantă la 200.000 APH.

- E în derivă.

Încercând să se strecoare prin nedetectate.

- Cine a generat mandatul pe lista neagră?

- [Foley] Familia Arkwright.

(muzică de rău augur)

- Arkwrights?

Colectăm recompense pentru acele fiare?

- Păstrează aceste gânduri pentru tine.

Dacă aveți nevoie de un motiv, acest lucru înseamnă premii serioase.

(muzică suspansă)

- Manevrare, Conn.

Aduceți reactorul la 100%.

Așteptați pentru a începe operațiunile de viteză a flancului.

- Putere maximă, da.

Reactoarele unu și doi, blochează tijele și ridică-le la opritoare.

- Da, domnule, încuietoare și ridicare.

(centrală răcnind)

- Am putea încerca să o împingem puțin.

- Nu de data asta,

să vedem cum se descurcă mai întâi cu lupta obișnuită.

- Cârmă, direcție și unghi corect

pentru a se potrivi cu ținta.

Și pregătește-te să inversezi.

- Da, domnule, reglând cursul.

(muzică dramatică)

(navă zgomotos)

- Contact has closed distance to 1.4 million Ahrimans.

(beep)

Stand by... confirmed classification,

Bolton Class freighter.

Looks like she's even older than we are.

(sniggering)

- Focus on your jobs, please.

Let's not have her getting away.

(intercom buzzes)

- [Computer Voice] Target course matched.

- All back standard.

- Aye, sir, all back standard.

(ship rattling)

- Nice and smooth.

- Just like my dad's clipper.

- Burn up 20%.

- [Helmsman] Burn up 20%, aye.

- [Foley] Contact approaching steady.

(engines roaring)

- After this patrol,

you should come on another trip with us.

- Um...

- [DeVol] Yeah, that sounds nice

but this freighter won't catch itself.

- [Hess] What's she doing?

She should be trying to evade us by now.

(beep)

- [Foley] Captain, target has increased speed

to 201,000 APH and is accelerating.

- She's gunning it, Marcus!

- All hands brace.

Flank invers!

(motoare urlând)

Nu mă suna pe prenume în fața bărbaților.

- [Foley] Căpitane, ținta unu se îndreaptă spre tribord.

- Tăiați arderea la 80%.

Arsură completă pe port,

trei sferturi pe vârfurile arcul tribord timp de 15 secunde.

(propulsoarele de ghidare se aprind)

Comunicări, transmiteți o ordine de renunțare și identificați-ne.

Montură Cobra, pregătește o lovitură de avertizare peste arc.

(masa moare)

Șef, bordul amenințărilor tocmai a ieșit.

- Reciclarea informațiilor, domnule.

- [Foley] Conn, Target One încetinește acum.

- [Claire] Atenție tuturor pasagerilor,

a sosit noul an!

Petrecerea este în plină desfășurare pe puntea C!

Unde ești?

Du-te jos și alătură-te sărbătorii!

- Ce este asta?

Cine joacă asta?

- Îmi pare rău căpitane este ...

- Ce faci?

- Face parte dintr-un sistem vechi.

O personalitate virtuală pentru turiști.

O cheamă Claire,

unele dintre componentele noastre au fost achiziționate la mâna a doua

de pe o veche linie de croazieră.

- Am întâlnit-o în timpul alergării de shakedown.

Căpitanului Timmons i s-a eliminat tot codul.

Nu văd cum mai poate funcționa.

- [Claire] Stele și jartiere,

avem evenimentul unei vieți aliniat pentru tine!

- [Foley] Căpitane, ținta încetinește și mai mult.

- Taci din gură.

- Marc ... Căpitane, cred că încearcă să dea înapoi

și aleargă în sens invers.

- Închide-o!

Trageți focul de avertizare!

- Montură Cobra, foc!

(tragere cu arme feroviare)

- [Foley] Nicio modificare a cursului țintă.

- Toate mâinile se întind, împingerea inversă.

Toate înainte un sfert.

- [Timonier] Da, domnule.

(zgomotul navei)

(muzică dramatică)

- Domnule Saverin, vă rugăm să vă pregătiți să o dezactivați.

Trage-o cu, uh,

Cred că jumătate de lovituri vor face trucul.

(muzică suspansă)

- Toate armele îi vizează motoarele înainte.

Hydra One, încarcă jumătate de focuri.

- Comunicări, vreo recunoaștere încă?

- Este puțin amuzant, căpitane.

Este posibil să fi auzit un canal deschis,

apoi închide din nou, nimic mai departe.

- Foarte bine, dezactivați-o, vă rog domnule Saverin.

- Hydra One, foc.

- Foc.

(tragere cu arme feroviare)

- Arma ratată, țintă principală.

Reglați la minus 4.

- Reglați și trageți.

(muzică suspansă)

- Reglați și trageți.

- Reglarea minus 4, tragere!

(tragere cu arme feroviare)

(explozie)

- Loveste, căpitane.

- Confirmat, motoarele forward ale țintei par a fi dezactivate.

Se învârte liber.

- Cârmă, încetează împingerea înainte,

arde invers la un sfert.

25 de secunde arde,

adu-ne alături,

vom extinde MAG la 1.000 de metri.

Spune-i Foley.

- [Foley] Da, domnule.

- Domnule Royce, le putem deschide ușile

sau trebuie să facem acest lucru la modă veche?

- Ar trebui să fie ușor domnule.

Își închid sistemele de comunicații

ca și cum ar crede că îi voi hackera prin asta.

Ar trebui să fie îngrijorați de breloc.

- Avem o cheie?

- Verific acum, domnule, dar va dura ceva timp.

- Nu ai ceva timp.

Helm, continuă-ți abordarea.

Să intrăm în poziție.

Acest lucru trebuie tratat rapid.

(interfețe intercom)

- [Foley] 1.000 de metri.

Căpitanul la distanță al diavolului.

- Implementați MAG.

(zgomotul navei)

(alert tone)

(zgomot mecanic)

- Rotația ei încetinește,

ne târăște cu ea.

(zgomotul navei)

Cinci,

patru,

Trei,

Două,

unu,

(ton alert) - sincron.

- Ardeți toate sfaturile la tribord.

Trageți-ne înăuntru.

(împingeri ale navei)

(muzica incitanta)

Extindeți încuietoarea.

(alarmă sonoră)

Pregătește o acțiune de îmbarcare și preia controlul.

- Da, căpitane.

Toate compartimentele se pregătesc pentru acțiunea de îmbarcare.

Domnule Merchov, adunați-vă oamenii la Airlock 4.

(muzică dramatică)

- Mult noroc, Tom.

- Și tu ... Marcus.

(muzică dramatică)

- [Foley] Target One se luptă cu MAG.

- Royce, cheie?

- Da, am!

Pentru o secundă acolo,

Am crezut că va trebui să-l magiez ...

- Suntem gata să încălcăm?

- Da domnule.

(uși zgomotos)

- Bine băieți,

aceasta este prima ta logodnă.

Amintiți-vă antrenamentul și puneți-l în practică.

Pregătește-te să iei primele tale trofee.

- [Marines] Taham tan zanam!

- Stai acolo unde ești domnule Hess,

avem asta în mână.

- Căpitanul mi-a spus să mă ocup.

- Este o mop up, nu merită atenția ta.

- Am ordinele mele.

(muzică dramatică ușoară)

- Foarte bine, domnule.

(zgomot zgomotos)

- [Frayn] Presurizarea pasarelei!

- [Merchov] Var Shaw!

(tragere cu arma)

- [Scutier marin la interfon] S-au împrăștiat prin încuietoare.

Înaintând spre pod, Merchov comandând.

(mai multe focuri de armă) Echipa de pompieri a lui Hamlin se mișcă la pupă.

Baldwin luând cartierele echipajului.

Hamlin raportează că ingineria este securizată,

toate mâinile din spațiu s-au predat.

Nu s-a întâlnit încă rezistență, (împușcare îndepărtată) așteptați.

(împușcături înăbușite)

Fiți atenți, Baldwin a întâmpinat rezistență simbolică

în zonele echipajului.

Hamlin se mută pentru a ajuta.

Aproape de pod,

apropiindu-se cu precauție.

(șoaptă) Altcineva vede asta ...?

(țipete și urlete, foc de mitralieră)

Rezistență la pod, doi bărbați jos!

(tragerea armelor)

(exclamație în limba străină)

(tragerea armelor)

(exclamație în limba străină)

- [Echipajul navei de transport] (implorând) Predare!

(șoaptă) Predă ...

- [scutier marin] Un moment domnule ...

- [Merchov] Căpitan sigur al navei, ea este a noastră.

- DA!

(râs împrăștiat)

- Asta este un premiu pentru noi.

Conectați-ne, vom face o frână tandem.

Luați un manifest.

Voi fi acolo în curând.

[DeVol] Bravo, XO.

(opintire)

- Bravo, XO.

(muzică reflectorizantă)

- Produse alimentare, într-adevăr!

Are suficiente arme acolo ca să ia Brasilia.

Arme pentru războiul împotriva lui Perkunas, poate?

- Nu contează.

Acești băieți s-au luptat cu oligarhii greșiți.

- Wouldn't it be something if these weapons were legitimate?

I mean, I wouldn't put it past the Arkwrights

to file a false claim.

- Odds are they're stolen.

They're from Hoplon Arms

and if you notice somebody had a little fun

with the serial numbers.

- How do you know it's Hoplon?

- I almost bought from them

when we were outfitting our own marines.

Good value for money

but unfortunately their Yankee founder won't have

any business with independent colonials.

- Your scholar's memory serves us well, Captain.

- You should have seen him in school,

he could recite books from front to back.

- Captain, Arkwright vessel "Peerless Diligence"

is alongside requesting clearance to dock.

- Granted.

(ship's hull creaks)

- So, are we sticking around?

- Make my apologies to their commander personally,

după aceea, scoate-i pe toți oamenii noștri de pe această navă.

Vreau să plec de aici cât mai curând posibil.

(zgomot mecanic)

(șuierând presiunea aerului)

(propulsoare care urlă)

- De ce l-ai lăsat pe Masterson să ne ducă în cartier

fără să mă informeze?

- Este o practică standard.

El și echipajul trebuie să-și învețe meseria

și cum să lucrăm împreună.

Și cum să lucrezi cu nava.

- Ai pus acest echipaj pe Abner,

iar acum ne spui că mai au nevoie de educație?

- Tom ...

- Este în regulă, domnule.

Am făcut tot ce am putut cu bugetul pe care mi l-ați dat.

Da, personal cunosc mai mulți ofițeri,

dar nu se cunosc toți și nu te cunosc.

Greenhornii tineri precum Masterson au încă nevoie de o șansă

să se hotărască sub presiune.

- Înțeleg.

Dar trebuie să insist să fiu ținut la curent.

- Desigur.

Dar ofițerul tău de control al incendiilor nu are nevoie de ajutorul tău

să-și facă treaba.

- Părea să fie cel mai potrivit moment.

- Ei bine, de aceea tatăl tău m-a trimis,

să vă sfătuiesc, domnule.

- Și ce înseamnă exact asta, în practică?

M-ai oprit să-i dau un ordin lui Masterson;

asta e mult mai mult decât simplul sfat ...

- A fost o comandă pe care nu trebuia să o dai, dar nu-ți face griji.

Mă asigur că vă veți întoarce repede acasă

și dintr-o singură bucată.

Cu asta mă ocup.

- Ideea ta este luată, Abner.

Și vom lucra la acest lucru înainte.

Știi ce mă atrage este că ... vocea aia.

Înțeleg că componentele navei

a venit din locuri neobișnuite, dar ...

Nu putem avea asta.

Este o jenă și este periculos.

- Tânărul Royce o elimină în timp ce vorbim.

- Și-a început cursul de calificare?

I want every officer to be able to stand watch.

- If I may make a suggestion, captain,

you might focus on today's victory.

Today's prize is worth a fair penny,

and we bagged it right out of the gate.

And... it was an excellent learning experience.

- Oh, that guy.

I don't even know why we have to have him with us.

- To a fine start.

- I can hardly believe it.

- Believe what?

- What we just did. What you just did!

I mean, you have this junk ship

and a patched together crew...

- It was easy pickings and the marines did most of the work.

- You've have the greenest marine outfit available

- The approach was perfect right out of the gate.

You couldn't have asked for a better setup.

- And you've apparently got the luck of the Irish.

And I'm also the youngest

and least experienced commanding officer

in the entire fleet.

- Întotdeauna partea luminoasă cu tine.

- Ce crezi că face Lydia?

- Numărarea cadavrelor de pe navă

pe care tocmai l-am capturat pentru tati?

- De aceea te gândești la ea, nu-i așa?

Nava aceea.

- Poate că lucrurile ar fi mai bune

dacă m-aș întoarce și m-am căsătorit cu ea.

Mi-a fost mândru să resping oferta tatălui ei?

- Nu. Tatăl tău ar fi putut arunca avere,

dar numele tău de familie înseamnă totuși ceva.

Abner cu siguranță nu este aici pentru salariu.

- Da, am cam suflat toate favorurile familiei

în această călătorie, nu-i așa?

- Mai bine să vă epuizați toate opțiunile

decât să fii aruncat cu Arkwrights.

Te căsătorești cu Lydia

și vei fi atârnând la capătul corzilor lor

pentru restul vietii tale.

- Oamenii vor muri pentru mica noastră întreprindere.

Doi dintre marinarii noștri au făcut deja.

Toți își asumă riscul: pentru cetățenie, pentru o carieră ...

pentru o mică ocazie de a înscrie o pradă.

- Și nu ne uita: aici pentru a salva ferma familiei.

- Suntem aici pentru a te împiedica

de la a deveni un soi de mafiot.

Învață să te ocupi de Lydia mai târziu,

și numai dacă trebuie.

Ești gata să ne deschizi comenzile?

Ați fi luat-o pe navă pe cont propriu, nu?

Dacă Masterson nu ne-ar fi adus în cartier?

- Sigur că aș avea.

Ți-am spus că a fost configurarea perfectă.

- Știi ce?

Nici nu am avut nevoie să întreb.

Am putut să o văd în ochii tăi în timpul urmăririi,

Suntem cu toții mândri de tine.

Tatăl tău este mândru de tine.

Uneori trebuie să fim agresivi aici și tu ai fost.

A fost îndrăzneț modul în care l-ai manipulat.

Îndrăzneţ.

Încă ceva din asta

și veți evita ghearele reci ale căsătoriei aranjate.

Doar dacă asta e ... ce vrei?

Te las pe asta.

(ușa se închide)

(muzică contemplativă)

(mysterious music)

(ominous music)

- [Dimitri] Prize money on the first day!

You know, I'm gonna get my wife something nice

when we get that bonus money.

- Maybe this DeVol kids does know a thing or two.

Keeps up like this, we're all going home loaded.

- How about you, Abel?

You got family back home?

- Not really.

- Sure you do.

Who else would be on that message you keep playing back

when you don't think anyone's looking?

- None of your business, Dimitri.

- This ship needs a name, don't you think?

- She's got a name.

- Chimera's not much of a name for a lady.

- She's scrap.

- Scrap?

Hell, she's our ticket through Port Shelley.

You know, the captain's father, he's the governor there.

He decides which folks did enough to get citizenship.

They say he's got a reputation for generosity.

- Yeah, shut up, Salles.

Shelley? Este mai dură decât pare.

- Shelley, ca „Port Shelley”. Aș putea ajunge în spatele asta.

- Stai, o să-i spunem doar Shelley?

- Nu știam în ce vom intra

când m-am autentificat, dar ea s-a dovedit acum.

Deci, dacă biții ei au kilometraj,

sunt bine iubiți, muncesc.

- Până acum.

- Sunt serios.

- Chiar o să-i spunem Shelley?

- Și eu vorbesc serios.

Nu ai auzit cuvântul din curți?

- [Eli] Ce?

Da, este o navă capturată

reparată cu bucăți de la tot felul de alte nave.

- Nu este capturat, salvat.

Două nave primesc jumătăți diferite în luptă.

Toate mâinile pierdute.

Și amiralitatea decide să profite la maximum de ea

prin sudarea a două capete împreună.

De ce crezi că este singura clasă hibridă din flotă?

Navele de acest gen se vând la marine străine ieftine

necomandate ca nave ale statului.

- Deci spui că navigăm cu o pereche de sicrie?

- Așa cred.

- Am crezut că am mirosit ceva.

- Ești plin de porcărie, Salles.

- Da, poate asta e.

- Ura să-ți sparg visele de a deveni cetățeni respectabili

dar puteți verifica totul pentru voi înșivă atunci când introducem.

Este incontestabil.

- incontra ... de unde cobori?

Crezi că ești atât de deștept?

Ești la fel ca noi toți, bujori singuri.

- Nu asta am vrut sa spun.

- Este puțin obositor.

Vorbește doar la un nivel pe care îl putem aprecia cu toții.

- Tot ceea ce.

Renunț.

Filistenii.

- Gata, am avut-o!

- Whoa. - Hei, hei!

Nu merita.

Este în regulă, omule, ia-o ușor.

- Atenție pe punte!

- Despre ce e vorba?

- Nimic, domnule.

- Vino cu mine, Salles.

- Domnule, nu am ...

- You're being detached from gunnery.

I need a new assistant.

Mr. Saverin's already done the paperwork.

Come on.

Come on.

(door whirs)

- Okay, first off,

it's important you understand something

that your predecessor didn't.

- What's that?

- You know nothing.

- Oh.

- I can't waste time breaking you of your assumptions.

Aggregate displacement confounds the best of minds.

- Aggregate displacement?

You mean the Static Shift Drive?

Is that what I'll be working on?

- That's right.

- Never thought I'd worked with an actual warp drive.

Don't use the "W" word.

We'll just laugh at you.

Remember the first lesson: you know nothing.

- Right.

You know, there's crazy rumors about SSDs.

I always wondered what happens if something goes wrong

during a transit.

- Best case, we end up off course

due to a missed decimal point or something.

În cel mai rău caz, existențele noastre explodează pe 16 dimensiuni.

- Într-adevăr?

- Nu.

(prin whirs)

Continua.

(țipete metalice)

Suficient panouri acolo

pentru a face sandvișurile întregului echipaj. Față deschisă.

- Ești o prostie ...

domnule.

- Doar un ciudat s-ar bucura de asta.

- Nu pot să mă prefac că nu mă interesează.

- Atunci poate că am ales bine.

Aici,

intra acolo și îndepărtează condensul

dintre componente.

Și fii atent.

Plăcilor nu le place să fie lovite.

Bine, deci deplasare agregată,

pur și simplu, este o teorie a științei cuantice

care permite navei să se deplaseze dintr-un punct

în univers la altul.

Având suficientă putere și calculele potrivite,

te poate mișca instantaneu

până în orice punct al universului.

- Ai vreun punct?

- Orice.

- De exemplu, chiar și la un punct de miliarde de ani lumină distanță,

unde nimeni altcineva nu a fost vreodată?

- Sigur.

Cu cât puteți strânge mai multă putere prin tub

without frying it, the farther you can go.

Understand though,

it takes a fair bit just to hop a couple of light years.

The whole process is extraordinarily sensitive.

- How's that work?

- You know, those fundamental horrors of the universe

that can drive a man mad if he learns them?

It's one of those.

(Salles chuckles)

- I can't believe I'm working in here.

I've heard people talk about guys like you

like you're royalty.

- We're just guys.

- Sir..

Thanks.

I can't remember the last time

someone really took a chance on me.

You won't regret it.

- No sweat.

Anyway, for right now we're just doing routine maintenance.

We have to do this before every hop.

- We're leaving the system?

- Captain just told me to do my round.

That usually means travel.

- Gentlemen, we are no longer hunting down

blacklists pirate ships to settle grudges.

Putem profita de premii,

dar scopul nostru în minte este o singură navă.

Nu facem parte dintr-o structură oficială a flotei,

dar este de așteptat să cooperăm cu alte nave

care au același obiectiv în minte, aliați sau altfel.

- Ce fel de navă urmărim?

- Nu știm.

Unul dintre aliații noștri a reușit să facă această fotografie.

- Inteligența o numește Nava Albă.

Ea apare și atacă navele aparent la întâmplare.

Nu poartă niciun semn de identificare

în afară de haina ei distinctivă de vopsea albă.

- Căpitane, pot să întreb cine ne-a dat aceste informații?

- Nu am libertatea de a fi specific despre sursă.

- Desigur că nu. - Fii atent la tonul tău.

- Este în regulă, Gary, spune-ți părerea.

- Căpitane, aliații noștri nici măcar nu pot face o fotografie decentă

de ceea ce i-a ucis.

Și dacă această navă masivă chiar există,

aliații noștri speră probabil că fie

suntem mai competenți decât ei,

sau că suntem mai buni la absorbția focului de tun.

- Ai ceva decență, Gary.

- O, la naiba cu decența!

Singurul motiv pentru care am cooperat cu toții

este că ne așteptăm fiecare să se întindă și să moară

pentru propriul nostru succes.

- Gary!

- Îți garantez că gândesc exact același lucru.

- Însuși președintele a emis aceste ordine.

Fiecare navă capabilă este chemată să se alăture acestei vânătoare.

Mai multe dintre navele noastre de curierat au fost deja distruse.

(muzică scăzută, de rău augur) Aceasta este mare.

Atinge inima industriei noastre naționale.

Fără aceste nave nu am putea furniza serviciile

care ne finanțează mai mult sau mai puțin țara.

Aici este mult mai mult în joc decât interesul

din orice națiune ne-a chemat mai întâi în acest sens.

- Cu atât mai multe motive pentru a ține cont de ceea ce spune Gary.

Uite,

some of our "friends" may not necessarily

have our best interests in mind.

Still, we have as good a shot as anyone

at finding this White Ship,

if we play our cards right.

- Thank you, Abner.

And there's something else.

Chairman Houser has offered up a remarkable sum

for the capture of this ship.

He's marked half his receipts from last quarter,

and he's leaning on admiralty to match it.

- Is that from his gross or net?

- Gross.

Last quarter was quite kind to him

from the numbers I've seen.

Now, all we have to do is make sure

that we're part of the group that finishes her off.

- Well, I think we're all with you, captain.

So where do we start?

- We'll move out system and hover at Cretcham Point.

From there we'll make transition to...

(computer beeping)

Here, the Prentiss system,

right at the edge of the Deccan Abyss.

(map beeps)

- [Cordova] Pretty far out.

It's about the most we can do in one hop.

Take a couple of days charging before we could come back.

- And awfully close to Yankee territory.

- Everything out here is close to Yankee territory.

(mysterious music)

Why this area, captain?

It's awful sparse traffic out there

and a long way from home.

It's unlikely we'll run into anything, even other hunters.

- A lot of the attacks have taken place

at the edge of the Deccan.

I'm playing a hunch

that they're making their way around the brim.

We can resupply at Hiram,

and then funnel it through St. Nishith's Fell,

the orbital station there.

- An ally?

- [DeVol] More like the only show in town.

They'll be somebody to buy from there.

Okay then,

I expect all of you to carry out your duties as usual,

and to keep unnecessary information from the crew.

SepMOD operators will have elevated privileges.

Any questions?

You may return to your duties.

(mysterious music)

- (whisper) Bold!

(melancholy music)

(door closes)

Something on your mind, Abner?

- I'm just curious about this hunch.

You really think they're just making a clockwise tour

of the Deccan's edge?

- I said it was a hunch.

- You already knew what our orders were.

Not the usual generalities, someone gave you specifics.

- Prentiss is an educated guess.

There's been some unusual activity reported there

the last few days.

- And you think it's really this White Ship?

Well,

it's a long way to go on a hunch.

I admire your gumption, Captain.

(ship rumbles)

(computer chirps)

- Helm, Full stop and hover.

- Aye sir, full stop and hover.

(engine roaring)

All stop captain, trimming to hover.

(light thruster blasts)

Trimming complete ship is hovering.

- Mr. Hess we are ready to commence the sequence.

- Commencing sequence.

60 seconds on my mark.

Three, two, one mark.

Comms.

- Heads are rigged in and stowed.

- LSO. - [Frayn] Stable.

- Fire control.

- Powered down, all guns in locked position.

- Maneuvering

- SSD at standby. Reactors at a hundred percent.

All redundant systems are suspended.

Mr Tamai, power the SSD.

- Power SSD, aye sir.

Operator, open her up steady.

(SSD powering up).

- Steady increase.

Normal continuum extraction, fold attenuating.

- Coolant?

- Natural circulation, nominal flow.

- Why does everyone look so nervous?

- Our SSD was only given short tests before re-christening.

(SSD rumbling)

- Are you nervous?

- Yup.

- 34...

33...

32...

31...

30...

29...

28...

27...

26...

25...

24...

23...

22...

21...

20...

19...

18...

(high-pitched whining rises)

(air pressure releasing)

14...

13...

12...

11...

10...

- Vents to full open.

(mechanical clank and roar)

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

Execute!

(thudding noise)

(fans slowing down)

- SSD is powering down.

All systems nominal.

- Reactors to 75 percent.

- Aye, sir, reactors to 75 percent.

- What went wrong?

- Nothing went wrong.

We're here.

- Then that's it?

- That's it.

- Ugh...!

- That's bizarre.

- You taste copper?

- Yeah, thought I was bleeding.

- Happens to about 10% of people.

It won't hurt you.

Is it time for lunch yet?

I'm starving like an artist.

- You're a dork, sir.

- 190 million miles out of Hiram.

Solid hover, origin point marked.

- All compartments secure from transition sequence.

No errors.

- [DeVol] No errors.

They did her alright after all.

Tom. Go and take the Conn,

plot us a course for mid system.

Let's get hunting.

- Aye aye, Captain.

Helm, come to course 150 by 041.

Roll angle 12 degrees.

Burn ahead one half and hold, 6 hours.

- Aye sir, course 150 by 041.

Roll angle to 12 degrees.

Burn one half for 6 hours.

(guidance thrusters firing)

- Never been this far from home.

- Homesick?

- No.

(soft music)

(vocalizing)

(sweeping orchestral music)

- [Masterson] You did EW in your last assignment?

- [Royce] Just as an assistant but, yeah.

- And their set up was crap.

The captain only got five keys from the Admiralty

so they had me trying to hack one ship after the other.

In the end, we would always just blow down the doors.

That's one thing I will give to our intrepid captain.

He didn't skimp on that keyring.

- Yeah, how is he supposed to have all this stuff?

I mean, isn't he supposed to be low on cash?

- You shouldn't be talking about that.

- Oh, come on, Kai.

You've heard the rumors.

I mean, he went to one of the top schools,

was in one of those clubs.

- Now that's enough.

- It's obvious he's in bed with high government.

His surname should have tipped you off on that.

There's no question that IO is involved.

- Why would the Intelligence Office

have anything to do with it?

- (scoffs) Beats me,

but who else has the resources

to supply something like this?

I mean did you see those unmarked ordinance crates

that we took on a few days ago?

I bet you those are some of those new molten rounds.

- Who told you all of this?

- How about that big red button up at the fire control?

- Yeah, what is that thing?

- Testudo.

- Tortoise?

- Tortoise shell.

The outer shake-coat layer of our armor

is nothing unusual for a warship

but they discovered a while ago

that if you run out the heavy current through it

in these alternating grid patterns

it hardens to something like 20 times its usual strength.

- That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

You run current through any metal

and all it does is heat up.

It actually weakens it.

Not to mention the scientific fact

that all semiconducting conducting materials

like our outer armor

actively resist current.

- Not this semiconducting material.

- If you don't know how it works just say so.

Don't try and make it up.

- Why isn't this standard across the fleet?

- Because while it sounds great in theory,

in practice the TS burns through so much power,

our reactors could never hold it constant.

Moreover the alternating grid phases

have this unexplained habit of trying to flow back

into the transformers.

The systems burn themselves out within a few seconds

and take everything that was connected to them.

- That's crazy.

Why would anyone want that?

- Search me.

Who knows what evil lurks in the mind of inbred aristocrats.

- Now that is enough.

You stop with all this gossip right now.

Quite frankly, it's unbecoming of officers.

Besides don't you have something better to do?

- I do now, if that's gonna be your attitude.

- Wipe the cereal off your face and get outta of here.

No more of that talk.

I mean it.

(audience cheering)

- [Ted On TV] And that's a risky gamble there

but if he can hide the cannon

before the ref gets up he'll be in the lead!

Red, what do you think of this move by Pinkerton?

- [Red] Oh, it's a failure of diplomacy Ted.

This may be a case of winning the battle and losing the war.

- This show sucks!

- What are you five?

Shut up.

The grownups are trying to watch.

- At least it's new.

Who's broadcasting this?

- Saint Nishith.

I think they imported it from Puerto Mal

and quit playing with your hair.

Or we'll hold you down again,

shave the rest off.

- What is this?

- Garbage.

How do you have any brain cells left, Eli?

- I keep spares in tiny vials rolled up with my socks.

(commentators talking on television)

- Where did they dig up these marines, anyway?

- Backside of somewhere.

- How would they not talk to us?

- Why, would you want them to?

- I mean we do share a ship with them.

- So?

They're weirdos, just leave them be.

It's enough to try to do your job

and keep your sanity out here

without some lunatics trying to raise the dead next door.

- They aren't summoning the dead,

they're sending prayers to the Shah.

- Oh are they?

And what is a Shah?

- A male peacock.

- He's their king, basically.

Way back when, their Irish leader started co-opting bits

of Persian and Viking culture.

Then, he convinced them

that all of their prayers flow through him

to their respective gods.

It's a good thing they can shoot straight

since they think in pretzels.

- That sounds like devil worship to me.

Praying to some crazy possessed man.

- Superstitious now?

Gosh sailor, way to beat the stereotype.

- You know, I've seen that medal you have.

You only pull it out

when you think no one's looking

but I've seen you staring at that thing.

Almost if you were praying to it.

- It's not religious you moron.

It's just something my mother gave me.

- Oh, good for you.

Go back to your book mama's boy.

- [Ted on TV] Red, what are you looking forward to?

- [Red] My son's next birthday.

I bought him a home chemestry set.

[Ted} Well! We'll be having our panel analyze that, shortly...

- They can't really be trying

to summon demons or something, can they?

- [Dimitri] Who knows?

Why don't you go ask him and see what happens?

- I ain't talking to no demon raisers!

- [Red on TV] ...generous grant from the Elgin Foundation For Preserving

arts and perishable food products.

And in part by donations from viewers like you.

This show sucks.

(radio chatter in foreign language)

(chatter continues)

- [Cordova] Got something?

- Yeah, I think so.

It's unofficial chatter, audio only

but it caught our attention.

(radio chatter stops)

- It's gone sir.

(printer buzzes)

- What do you think?

- I think we should tell the captain.

- Good man.

- She's here, gentlemen.

Nursing wounds out beyond the edge of the system.

- We intercepted comm traffic

that indicates a very large ship of unknown class

attacked a convoy on its way out system.

Bad luck for them

the convoy came with a major escort compliment.

Those warships carved her up pretty badly

but they chose not to pursue.

- She finally walked into a fight she wasn't prepared for.

- We'll resupply

then head out into the empty on her suspected tangent

We'll sweep outward, zigzagging on all axes.

Active sweeps at high speed

and we take this one aggressively,

just like the gun-runner.

- It's a good plan.

Looks like your hunch is paying off.

- Dismissed.

- [Dierdre] After so many years of disappointments,

I must say that the notion of feeling genuine pride

for another member of the family is, well...

alluring.

I won't pretend that I'm exactly holding my breath,

understand, but it feels good to be mildly hopeful for once.

You are making a major first step.

Something that your parents, neither one of them,

could ever bothered to consider...

- You're due in deck in five minutes.

- I know.

- Mother?

- How old do I look to you?

- Aunt?

Grandparent?

Girlfriend?

It's okay, no one's gonna judge!

- [Foster] The closest we've been able to figure,

this ship is unfeasibly accurate at range

or else has some way of closing distance fast.

We have a hard time separating the myth from the fact.

Whatever it is the White Ship is doing,

we're pretty sure it happens fast.

Some of the boxes we found haven't even logged cries for help.

I don't envy you, and I don't think your dad

should have encouraged this excursion in...

- Come in.

- Any word from home?

The Port Authority is demanding a "pass through" fee

for the water, 1200 in Rhodesian Pounds.

- I'll bet.

Go ahead and give it to them.

- [Barrows] That will take us closer to reserve.

- With the prize money coming in, we should be all right.

By the way, Abner, I've been going over the crew bios again.

- Did you have a question about one of them?

- You call Saverin an "evocatus."

Now my Latin is a bit rusty,

but which of the two empires does he hail from?

- I found him a while back doing mercenary work,

and he mentioned he did two tours on a Martellan vessel.

Are you worried about his credentials or his loyalty?

- I'd like to know how and why he left.

- Ask him.

I didn't.

He's served with me on two ships now,

and always with competence and devotion.

If you had any doubts, you should have said something

before we left port.

- I don't have doubts, it's just...

Look at who we're docked with.

I'm just a bit worried that if they see him,

they might try and take him back.

I had hoped that their war wouldn't reach

this close to us though.

- Well, for what it's worth, I can say with confidence

that Saverin seems to have lost faith in his homeland

during his second tour, but he didn't desert or go rogue.

He's not a fugitive.

He is just a bit bitter, I think.

We'll have no trouble from the Empires, either one of them.

- Thank God for that.

- 17 hour burn starting now.

Cease burn at 2600 hours.

Helm, roll us left to three-one-five, maintain vertical.

- Rolling left three-one-five, maintaining vertical.

- SepMOD, Conn, report all contacts.

- [FOLEY] Sparse traffic to stern,

all bearings shifting to port.

Two commercial vessels, seven private.

All other tangents empty.

- It's not just about the cash,

it's the whole issue with aristocracy,

the DeVol family may have helped found the nation,

but that hasn't kept them from falling out of favor.

They have permanent governorship over Port Shelley,

but granddad still managed to screw that one up too.

This whole ship is just daddy's last ditch effort

to regain relevance.

- What happens if he fails?

- Dissolution of the family property, basically handing over

the family name to someone else in lieu of payment

and I've even heard talk of an arranged marriage

to one of the Arkwright daughters, could you imagine?

- What's this?

- Just a friendly conversation.

- Right.

Because who doesn't enjoy gibbering

with their girlfriend between classes?

- All right, all right.

But you have to admit that he is a little off.

I mean he acts like a scared ensign.

- Mr. Royce, I have tolerated your attitude to this point,

but you are testing the limits of my patience.

- Oh, come on.

He's got us chasing phantom ships out here in the empty.

He's holed up in his cabin.

I mean he's probably going pants-crapping insane

just from the pressure of it all.

- You wanna repeat that?

No really, I wanna hear the in-depth assessment

from the only actual ensign on board.

And how far along are you

with your qualification courses, again?

Clear off, before I skin you.

- I loathe children.

- Look, I know you keep him on the straight and narrow

as far as performing his job, but you have to make sure

he shows more respect for his Captain,

no matter what your personal issues may be with the man.

- Very well.

Where did you find him anyway?

- Loafing around the house.

But at least my brother says we're even now.

- [Eli] Hey Abel, are you awake?

- Yeah.

- Why did you come out here?

- His girlfriend told him to.

Okay, I'm sure she's worth it.

- Why do you care?

- I can't resist a mystery.

- She's my Great Aunt.

- (laughs) I knew it!

Did she knit you a sweater for the trip?

Offer to come along and rock you to sleep?

- You'd have to salute her if she did.

- Wait... AstroNavy?

An officer?

- She commanded six ladyships before she retired. Mustang.

Worked her way up from the very bottom.

- Wow, I'm impressed.

- You know, she has these aspirations for me

and she wants me off those ghetto islands back home.

Proper citizenship wouldn't be bad, either.

- I was thinking the same thing when Gladys was born.

I want to make enough to get her a good education.

You know she's gonna make it through Port Shelley some day.

- Them goals is lofty.

- Have some kids of your own, you'll make even higher ones.

- I'm okay with what I have.

- Yeah, a tough life, banging on one cylinder.

- Shut up, Dimitri.

- So... you don't have any kids, then, Abel?

- (chuckles) No.

What do you think we're doing out here anyway?

Out in the black?

- Why?

You worried or something?

- No.

Well, yeah, maybe a little.

- There's nothing to worry about.

Just empty space.

- But that's just it, I mean...

anything could be out here.

- There's nothing out here.

(tense music)

- The men are starting to wonder

what we're doing out here.

- I'm beginning to wonder that myself.

- Well, a little reflection is good for a captain.

- [DeVol] But I hesitate to turn back as well.

The admiralty will be expecting to hear

back from us in a couple of days.

- Don't make that the decision point though.

With ships this far out,

those deadlines are pretty flexible.

- Well, we have been out here for some time,

and at some point,

we're gonna have to turn back.

It's up to you when.

- But to turn back empty handed?

- [Hess] That doesn't mean that we're giving up.

We could still replenish and resume the hunt.

- Not if somebody finds her first,

we might return home, and find out that there's

nothing left, that it's all done,

there's nothing left to resume.

- Don't be like that, Marcus.

- That's the dirty little secret here.

It was never gonna be enough to

hunt down pirates and collect bounties,

without the White Ship, Dad and I are finished.

The long line of DeVols, ever since Uriah,

will just be snuffed out. It's a fine irony.

He founded a country where the most successful man rules,

gives the Chairmanship to his son,

and the idiot loses it immediately.

And the rest of us have just been spiraling downward since.

- Technically, Uriah founded a communications company.

It just happened to grow rich enough,

that it was able to be nationalized.

- Thank you, Abner.

I'm well aware of my family history,

I heard it every day while I was in school.

"Your family screws up so bad,

that we're going to give them the one job

that nobody can actually lose:"

Port Shelley.

- [Barrows] What happened to you in school is irrelevant.

You're here now, you're the commander.

Teenage bullies have no bearing on your

responsibility to your crew

or your family back home. - Do not lecture me, Abner.

My experience has everything to do with who I am...

- Oh no, no, no, we're not gonna do this self pitying, woe is me...

- I am not... I'm not self-pitying!

- Oh yes, you are!

Did you think this was gonna be easy?

This is the real world of combat, war, and death.

Thank whatever it is that you pray to

that you haven't directly seen the death yet.

- Abner!

- You're leading a crew of men!

And they need a man to lead them.

Are you just gonna mope around because

your first stab at a tough mission,

is coming up empty?

Grow up, Marcus.

Right now.

(tense music)

(ship's bell)

- 1700 hours, cruising as before.

- [computer voice] 1700 hours,

cruising as before, so noted.

- SepMOD, Conn, report all contacts.

- [Foley] No contacts, sir.

All scopes clear.

- What's our heading?

- [helmsman] 100 by 385.

- Burn to full stop,

steer to 010 and resume speed.

- Full stop, steer 010,

and resume speed, aye, sir.

(engine noises rising)

- Gary, take the Conn.

(engines roaring)

(tense music)

(mysterious music)

(tv static)

- [Dimitri] We are really out there now,

back to the onboard library... whoa, wait.

Just a glitch.

Ghost in the machine.

- Do we really have to bring ghosts into this?

We don't have to, I just meant that...

Then don't, okay.

Just, just...

Just don't.

(eerie music)

(continuous beeping sound)

- I don't believe it...

Captain to SepMOD!

Captain to SepMOD!

I don't believe it.

- [DeVol] What is she doing?

- [Foley] She's not doing anything.

- [DeVol] Emissions? Broadcasts?

- [Foley] None, either she's got fantastic shielding,

or her reactor's cold.

- Dead in the water?

- No, she'd be drifting if there

was a sudden power loss.

- Maybe she hopped?

And we just happened on her

before she could get up and running?

- There should still be something.

- It has to be the White Ship.

I mean, look at the size of her!

In this part of the void,

there can't be more than a couple of ships

that big and running around.

- Foley, what is she?

- I don't know, captain.

The computer is calling it a

civilian Ontos Cruiser,

but the silhouette's all wrong.

Whatever this is,

I don't think it's in our databases.

- It's her, it's gotta be!

Captain?

- Come on, Marcus, let's go get her!

- Tom, so help me... - Enough with the formalities, Marcus.

This is me that you're talking to,

and this is exactly

what we've been working towards.

- Unless it's a trap.

- Unless it's a trap for who exactly?

Look, if she starts twitching when we get close,

we can easily pull away with

just scratches, Marcus.

We ignore this, and we're missing

the opportunity of a lifetime.

- Okay, we'll get in closer,

and evaluate her condition.

- Yes, sir!

We're going in to get her.

I have the Conn.

Roll starboard 10 degrees.

Stern up 49.

10 tips to Port by the bow.

- Aye, sir.

- Burn ahead one quarter, 60 seconds.

- I have the Conn, threat board on two.

(tense silence)

- Captain?

- SepMOD, what's her bearing?

- [Foley] 304 by 355 relative.

- Helm, adjust our approach.

Bring us up on her beam.

- Adjusting, aye, sir.

- Captain?

- [DeVol] Yes.

- May I recommend we hail them?

- No, radio silence for the time being.

- Shall we go to quarters?

- Go to quarters.

- General quarters, general quarters,

all hands to battle stations!

(alarm blaring)

- Ship is at quarters.

- Chief, bring up the external on three. Extreme telephoto.

Light her up.

Closer.

(eerie music)

- She's huge.

- SepMOD, do you have a classification on the target?

- [Foley] The computer's still stumbling on it.

Now it says it could be a McClarren gray ship.

- Is it?

- [Foley] No chance, Captain.

- Helm, back one quarter.

Let's not get too close yet.

She looks derelict.

- Not necessarily.

Look at that darkening aft,

She's taken a couple of serious hits.

That could be a breach.

- The airlock looks warped on this side.

We'd have to approach from the other,

where she could have taken less damage.

(suspenseful music)

(Hess writing on paper)

(paper crumples)

(eerie music)

Gary?

- Some variant on the Viper III mount.

They're very accurate,

but the magazines are kept inside the hull

and the barrels have to be rotated

perpendicular to the spine

to line up the feed slots between every shot.

Not very good at close quarters.

- Have the crews of Hydra 1 and Quad mount load specials.

- Aye, sir.

Quad mount and Hydra 1.

- All right.

- [Saverin] Load the specials.

- Helm, bring us alongside her.

We'll prepare a boarding action.

- [Helm] Bring us alongside.

Aye Sir.

(suspenceful music)

- Closing at 10 feet per second.

Coming about.

- Guns at the ready?

- [Foley] Contact one thousand yards and closing.

Devil's Distance captain.

- If they were gonna give us any trouble,

they would have done it by now.

- Does anybody see any white paint?

- Maybe they...

repainted.

- Let's get a close-up of the bow.

- That's not recent.

That's old damage.

- What's it say?

- Voltairine?

- That's not right.

This isn't right.

- Go wide again.

(screen dies)

- Chief!

- [Frayn] Lost the input signal, sir.

Recycling it again.

(static)

- Whoa.

(static noise)

- What?

- Chief! What's going on?

Sir?

- Chief, what's going on?

- Guidance thrusters not responding.

- What?

- I have no control.

(sinister laughter over intercom)

(static noise)

(evil laughter continues)

- Royce!

- Nothing's working, nothing's working!

- Did they infiltrate us?

- They can't have, there was no signal, no transmission.

- Gun crews are all reporting

their controls won't respond.

(evil laughter continues in distance)

(error buzzer)

- They've set us adrift.

Royce, you have to clean them out!

- I don't, I'm trying Captain.

- Not good enough, make it happen.

- I, I can't!

- You have to.

- Marcus!

Marcus!

(intense music)

- All engines ahead flank! AHEAD FLANK!

- I have no control!

(evil laughter)

- Gary!

(evil laughter continues)

- Do it!

(generators humming)

(loud bang)

(rending metal)

(gunfire)

(continuous explosions)

(electrical short) (alarm blaring)

(indistinct shouting)

- We're rolling to port!

- Fire control's back on line!

The shock must have tripped something!

- Helm, all ahead flank!

- Helm still isn't answering Sir!

(electrical short)

- [Helm] Hydra Twin out of action!

- Quad mount also out of action!

- Hydra 1...

- She is not responding, sir!

The targeting system's damaged.

- Fire with any working gun we have!

Patch me through to the crew of Hydra 1.

- Ed, patch him in! Cobra and Hydra 2,

rotate 090 relative and bottom out!

We'll hit her as we come around!

(electrical short) - Ugh!

- Gary, I'm gonna give the crew a Hydra 1 to

make a manual shot!

- Aye captain. Hydra 2 and Cobra

target the damaged section on her stern as we come around,

- Royce can we do anything about our targeting system?

- I can't get any readings.

It's like there's nothing there to spoof.

- Hit the button again.

Now!

(generators humming)

(gunfire)

(explosions)

(men screaming)

- Hydra 2 coming around.

Firing!

(gunshot)

We missed!

- Cobra, you're up!

- Yes sir!

- Royce, hold that button down.

Hold it down I said!

(generators humming)

- Hydra 1, prepare to fire.

(gunfire)

(explosions)

(men screaming)

(men yelling indistinctly)

(alarm blaring)

- Sir, I've got burnouts all across the board.

Something's drawing too much power!

- Safety override. Reactors to 150.

Pull the stops. Now!

(air whooshing)

- Steady now.

- We got this.

(bang)

(men screaming)

(men yelling indistinctly)

(targeting computer beeping)

Fire! Tear me a hole right through her!

Firing!

(explosion)

- Hydra 1...

Fire!

(gunshot)

(loud explosion)

(alarm blaring)

- [Claire] And we've done it again!

[Devol And Saverin] Shut her off!

(alarm blaring)

- [Foley] Conn, target has broken into two pieces.

Both are drifting away from us.

(rumble)

- Reactor status.

- Reactors are holding stable.

- We're all right.

We're okay.

- Alive, at any rate.

Check for damage.

- Aye sir.

(chuckles)

Looks like the fat lady called it a day.

- You're a dork Salles.

(alarm blaring)

- Are you all right captain?

Can you receive a damage report?

- Kill the alarm.

All compartments, report damage to LSO.

We shouldn't have been able to survive that.

- No, we shouldn't.

It was Royce on the MFC.

Without the Testudo we'd have had hull breaches

with the first hits.

His presence of mind just saved all of our lives.

And without his quick thinking, we'd all be finished...

(whisper) The pressure doors are still open!

- I need to see how much of my ship is still working.

(eerie music)

(rumbling)

(gunshot)

(explosion)

(alarm blaring)

- [Computer] Hull breach.

Hull breach. Hull breach.

Releasing sealing agent.

(sealant releasing)

Hull breach.

Sealing pressure doors.

- What is going on?

What is happening to my ship?

- We're breached aft in engineering.

They've been sealed off.

- Ventilate them. They need air!

- Captain, the back pressure will bleed the entire system.

We'll all depressurize!

- Use O2 tank 3!

Dump the entire thing into the chamber of wholesale.

Come on!

- Sven!

Sve...

SCRAM the reactor!

SCRA...

- Salles!

The breach will be sealed in a moment.

I need you to...(drowned out by explosion)

(alarm blaring)

- Fire in engineering!

(alarm continues)

- Belay oxygen. Release CO2.

(alarm blaring)

- It's not releasing.

(Computer speaking indistinctly)

(fire crackling)

(men screaming)

- [Computer] Hull breach sealed.

- Salles!

(coughs)

I need you to get on the CO2.

(air whooshing)

(alarm blaring in distance)

(fire crackling)

- Go!

(coughs)

(alarm blaring)

- Is there anything else that we can do?

- Nothing.

If they can't get that fire out.

(fire crackling)

(alarm blaring)

(fire roaring)

(coughs)

(gas releasing)

(bell ringing)

- [Computer] Reactor SCRAM.

Reactor SCRAM.

(metal clanks)

Reactor SCRAM.

System shutdow... (pa cut off)

(cough)

(air whooshing)

(breathes heavily)

- [Frayn] We're on auxiliary power.

I think the fire is out, captain.

- Release the oxygen!

(gas releasing)

(door clanks)

- Salles, you all right?

Come on, you all right?

Its all right.

- Talk to me. Come on.

- I have to help.

- No! No! There's nothing you can do!

Let me go!

(vocies indistinctly)

- It's all right.

Easy.

- He's sleeping.

- Yeah.

- He's... he's sleeping...

- [Barrows] The hull breach is temporarily patched,

but we need a drydock before

we can reasonably go into combat again.

All five rail gun mounts are nonresponsive

since that last hit.

Auxiliary fuel tanks are destroyed.

That's what started the fire.

We're running in limited capacity on battery backup,

which...

- Won't give us enough power to maneuver.

Move on.

- [Barrows] 11 men are dead, 15 wounded,

and only three of the engine crew survived.

All the computers crashed in the switchover to battery.

Some of the systems have re-booted,

but others are just gone.

The good news is whatever got into our thruster control,

seems to have been flushed out by the system crash.

- Okay.

Tell me bad part.

- The SSD has taken significant damage

and, Tamai's obviously not up to repairing or operating it.

And no one else on board

has his knowledge or experience.

- We can't go home.

This is a disaster.

- Marcus.

- It wasn't even the right ship!

- You should be proud of your crew sir.

Whoever the Voltairine was,

she would have preyed on others,

possibly our allies.

We lost some good men but that happens in this profession.

Sir...

you should be proud of them all.

- I suppose we've done our part in this search.

- [PA] Reactor is critical.

Reactor is critical.

All engines ready to, begin standard maneuvers.

- There's the real good news.

The reactor was somehow undamaged.

It looks like our surviving crew members

were able to get it up and running.

Will you take the Conn?

- Give me five minutes.

(door creaks, closes)

- How about you Tom?

Are you holding up?

- Oh yes! I'm just fine!

You're right. This is a disaster.

It's my disaster.

- Oh, knock it off!

- I just thought that you should make

a real decision for once!

- And I did.

And I have to live with it.

You don't.

Pull yourself together and have a drink.

(drink pouring)

- How about the navigation systems?

- What? Oh.

Completely dead.

I can still do manual plots.

I'll get us into port.

- You'll have to get us home after that.

- You want me to calculate a transition, by hand.

- Proper help is unlikely to present itself at St. Nishith.

Equipment to repair the drive, maybe,

but personnel, I think not.

- But I barely even scrapped those classes.

And without Dennis here to run the drive,

If we can even get It fixed...

- Then you'd better break out the displacement manual.

Work with Gary on this.

We're gonna need a second

just in case something happens to you.

Not Gary, Kai.

Gary will be busy unsticking the guns.

It'll be at least two weeks until we reach The Fell.

Doar suficient, pentru a mă obișnui cu ideea

de a deveni un Arkwright.

- Marcus.

- Nu-mi spune Marcus.

Urcă-te imediat.

(ușa se închide)

- Ordinele tale, căpitane?

- Cârmă,

vino la cursul 185,

până la 046.

Unghi de rulare 31 de grade.

Cea mai bună viteză sigură spre St. Nishith.

- [Timonier] Da, domnule.

Desigur, 185 până la 046.

Unghi de rulare 31 de grade.

Împingând înainte.

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