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- Previously on "Killjoys"...

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I present
Sylas and Evi Robbel

of Land Robbel,

primary benefactors
of this prison.

- Here we go.

- D'Avin Jaqobis,

experienced prison fighter.

Pass.
- What?

- What?

What, did you see it?

- It's my dad.
He's in trouble.

- You tell me how I can
find the others,

and I promise you
a quick death.

- You're giving up that easy,
Kin Rit?

Dutch would skin your ass
for it.

- Yala's dead.

- Never sticks, family trait.

- Do you want me to stay?

- So you love Dutch.

- Figure of speech.

- So how long can
these hatchlings survive

on Westerley's surface?

- Long enough to scare
the shit out of you.

- We need to prep
for a ground fight.

- You sold everyone out.
- I had a chance to save you,

and I took it.

- You still miss them?
Your daughters?

- Yes, they were the stars
I followed.

- I could give you more
than they ever could.

I will give you a galaxy.

- Hurry up, Von!
That's the last one.

- Holy shit!

- Just keep moving!

- Move, move!
- Go, go, go, go!

- Go, go!
- Move it!

- So it ends.

And so it begins.

We need to talk about
what you promised.

- What I promised?
- Yes.

I believe
your exact words were,

"I will give you a galaxy."

- That was what you call
a figure of speech.

I will have a galaxy,
so you will have a galaxy.

- I didn't take it that way.
- Hmm.

- But my needs are
much smaller than that.

Give me a planet,
just one.

Say...Qresh.

- Qresh?
- Mm-hmm.

- Why?

- Nice to have my old home
again, I suppose.

Humans are sentimental
like that.

- If you love Qresh so much,
why don't you marry it?

- What was that?

- Nothing.
- Ah.

- You can have Qresh for now,

but if this doesn't work,
Khlyen,

I will be starting over
in another system,

and I won't leave
anything behind.

Not even Qresh.

- Understood,

but why wouldn't it work?

Are you nervous?

- I do not get nervous.

- You're on the cusp
of achieving everything

you've worked towards
for centuries.

Apprehension
isn't surprising.

It's--

- Human?

- You guys want to call ahead
to the Armada,

get 'em to run me a nice bath?

I could use a nice soak before
the next round of beatings.

Whoa, whoa,
innocent victim here!

- Victim, maybe, but I've seen
your sexer bills, Turin.

I'd hardly call you innocent.

- Never thought I'd be so happy
to see a couple of bartenders.

- Wow.
They really beat you up.

- Nothing gets by this one,
huh?

- Here.

- We've been scouting out
the lab you were in for days.

If I was Dutch,
you'd give me a medal.

- If you were Dutch,
you'd be dead

along with the rest
of Team Awesome Force.

- Dead? How?
- Later.

For now, let's get
to the Black Root ship

these assholes came in on

so we can get off
this pissant moon.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

We can't just abandon Old Town.

We need to get our people
out of those factories

and avenge Dutch's death.

- Uh, Pree?

- Well, that's convenient.

- So why doesn't this feel
like a good thing?

- D'Av and Johnny
have been training teams

from the "Herks"
to sabotage,

infiltrate,
and get out fast and quiet.

The Lady won't know
what's hit her.

- How many?

- Well, so far,
we have 12 teams.

- 12 teams, 200 factories.

I'd say you need
to train faster.

- But what if just had
to take out one?

Tell him.
- No, you tell him.

You figured it out.

- Yeah, you found
all the raw data, so--

- Yeah, but you finessed it,
which is really more of the--

- Hey, guys,
I have a really fun game.

The first one
who starts talking

doesn't get punched
in the face.

- That does sound like
a fun game.

Okay, so nine days ago,
the people of Old Town

were put on 24-hour shifts.

Why? Go ahead. Tell 'em.

- We assume it was
to maximize output,

which would also explain
why the Lady

slaved all the factories

to the main Old Town plant.

It gives her complete control.

- And us one big fat target.

- We hit one factory,
we shut them all down.

- Exactly, and no one gets
punched in the face.

- Now, that sounds like a plan.

- We need a pretty big bomb
to hit that factory with.

- There's no way the "Herks"
has that kind of firepower.

- She also doesn't usually
receive unannounced guests.

- Prison ship, Killjoys?

It's just a bit on the nose,
don't you think?

- Delle Seyah?

- Hello, sister.

It's been a while.

- ♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh

- We tried to get you out,
but the Lady got out instead.

I'm sorry, that's when
things got complicated.

- I know.

It's all right.

- How did Jaq even know
where we were?

- Our son has many gifts,
unlike his father.

Now, take us to Qresh
so I can reclaim my place

as Head of the Nine,
gather the armed forces,

and start a proper war
with the Lady.

- So, what, we're all
on the same team now?

'Cause I might have
a problem with that.

- Oh, spare me.

- Don't they think
that you're dead?

Paperwork.

- We don't have time for that.
We need to save Westerley now.

- That dirt moon?
Why?

- Dutch--

- Because that dirt moon
is our home.

- I think we should go
to Qresh.

- What?
- Oh, see?

Even a Jaqobis
can see reason...

eventually.

- Not for you,
for us.

We know people
who might have what we need.

- Come on, Zephyr, tell me
you still have a link.

Come on. Come on.

- Pree?
You're alive!

- And kicking up all the fuss,
honey bunch.

Uh, but...

not everyone made it.
- Oh, no.

Turin?

- No such luck, sweetheart.

- Gared?

- Yo.

- It's Dutch, D'Avin,
and Johnny.

We think they're dead.
- Oh.

- But when this is done,

I swear I will tear that
Lady bitch another asshole...

- Oh, no, Pree--

- For every one of them
she killed.

- Aw.
You would do that for me?

- Johnny!
Turin said you were dead.

- Wishful thinking.

- What about your brother
and Dutch?

- All alive and kicking.

Sorry to disappoint,
Grumplestilskin.

- Uh, we have a problem.

Well, a bunch of them,
actually.

- Everyone's back in Old Town,
and they were told

they didn't need to come back
into work, ever.

- If Westerley's air is already
at the tipping point,

it means we're too late.

- No, no, if Turin has enough
air to bust my balls,

there's enough air
in the atmosphere

to reverse the process.

We have a plan to take down
the factory.

- We have plans?
Oh, I love plans.

- It's risky, but we got

volunteers up here
to make it work.

- And I'll need some readings
from my weather station

to see what's changed
in the air quality.

- Go out into the air
to tell you how bad the air is.

Lucky us.

- Hey, Turin, if it makes you
feel any better,

the weather's done wonders
for your hair.

- You would kill
for a mane like this.

- Bye.

- All the units
have been unloaded,

and the accelerant's
being dispersed.

- Good. I want
all reports from Old Town

as soon as they come in.

- Yes, ma'am,
but there's something

I think you need to see first.

We're getting an unidentified
signal from this planet,

beamed directly at us.

- Do we have forces
that far out?

- No, ma'am, we don't.

- Send a jump ship
to investigate.

And in the meantime,
keep your focus on Old Town

and the children.

- Seriously, Pree,
I want to help Johnny.

- Honey bear,
you don't have to do this.

- What I did for
that sexy Khlyen bastard

almost got people killed.

My friends, you.

So yeah, I think I do.

- Oh, but, Gared,
if this goes bad,

I don't know if I can come
and save you.

- Maybe it's my turn
to do the saving.

- Mm.

Oh, I could...

get used to that.

Yeah.

- Let's get right to it.

We need military ordnance.

Specifically guided missiles,
air-to-surface,

heavy payload.

- What would make you think

that we would have anything
like that?

- Because the Robbel clan
is known for two things:

being a bunch of grasping
little parvenus...

- Why, thank you.

- And for being perfectly
happy selling weapons

to anybody with as much joy
and few scruples as possible.

- How much do you have
to spend?

- We're a bit short on joy
right now.

- Well, there are other ways
we could make this happen.

- Mm.

- We should talk
about the big one.

- The big one.
- The arms.

- Definitely him. Definitely.
- Mm-hmm.

- Definitely him what?

- For Landsunion.

- Evi's had her filthy little
eyes on you for some time now,

and, truth be told,
so have I.

So who do you prefer?

- What the hells
are they talking about?

- Oh, just the oldest
Qreshi custom there is.

They're asking which of them

you would like to marry,
Jaqobis.

- Never thought
I'd ever say this,

but I think Gared
was the smart one

for getting out of Old Town
when he could.

- Oh, hush.

We get Zeph any new info
on the weather,

they blow up the factory,

and everything goes back
to normal.

- Everything goes back
to normal,

I think I might just stick with
this whole drug dealer thing.

A lot less stressful
than running the RAC.

- Tell me about it.

Well, that's certainly
something new.

- Yep, Gared was the smart one.

- We should get moving now.

- What kind of weapon
is this?

- It's not a weapon.
Though according to Johnny,

my pottery is a crime
against humanity.

Look, I, uh...

I need your help
with these Qreshis.

- Kendry says if I reveal
myself too soon

as the heir
to the Tenth Family,

things on Qresh could get
a little stabby.

I can tell you a secret.

I know what the Lady wants.

- Jaq's body.
We know that.

- No, no, someone else.

Someone who knows
Hullen physiology.

And who has she spent more time
with than any other human?

- Khlyen.

- That's why she
brought him back.

To make sure the transfer
with Jaq holds.

And once she has
his abilities--

- There's no way
of stopping her.

- That's why we have
to rescue Papa.

- I don't even know
whose side he's on anymore.

- Papa always fights
for his family,

for his home.

And we have to do the same.

- Qresh was never my home,

and after all this time,
how is it still yours?

- It's where I was born.

The Kin Rits were
the first of the Ten.

We chose which families ruled

and which families served,

and after all this time,

I'm ready for it.

Ready to go home
and take my rightful place.

- I think I know
how you can help.

- You can't marry Jaqobis.

He has no lands,
no titles.

I'm not entirely sure
he can read.

- Seyah Kendry,
marriage isn't always

just about lands and titles.

It can be about loftier things.

- Like banging.
Lots and lots...

Of banging.

- Okay, as soon
as this evil bitch

is done with Westerley,

she's gonna come
right for Qresh,

and there won't be
any more banging.

- If she's such a threat,
why should we give you

the things we might need
to defend ourselves?

- Because this is about more

than just fighting
for yourselves.

This is about taking a stand.
This--

- And because
if you give us all

the missiles and guns
you can spare,

Delle Seyah Kendry
will make the Land Robbel

a member of the Nine.

- She will?

- Oh, no, she will not.

- Our mutual friend
has already agreed to it.

Go and ask her.

- Fine.

Give my friends
that which they require, and I,

Delle Seyah Kendry
of Land Kendry,

will offer Land Robbel

a seat
at the Council of Nine...

Oh.

- I think my speech
might have worked.

- Absolutely.

- We get to the bar,
get this info to Zeph,

and have a nice drink or five.

- Less talking, more walking.

- Did you hear that?

- Hey!

Pree?

Oh, man, am I glad to see you.

This fog is, like, crazy, huh?

Oh, it's me, Carl.

- Who?

- I work with Gared.

Come on, I play Wompball
with you guys every weekend.

You stole my tablet.

- All right, whatever.

You can come back with us
to the bar.

- Great!
Man, I feel a lot safer

with you guys than--

- Oh!

Carl?

Well, shit.

- Missiles are loaded.
We have to get back.

You okay to go
with the Robbels?

- Well, they do give
good grovel.

I'd forgotten how much
I missed that.

- Did, um...

did Jaq say anything about me?

- Like what?
- I don't know.

The last time I saw him,
I didn't even know who he was.

I guess I wouldn't blame him
if he hated me.

- We are here because
he insisted we save you.

So no, he doesn't hate you.

I don't think he cared much
for that cube we left him in,

but that was Aneela's idea.

It's not like I could ever
change her mind.

- Yeah, I know the feeling.

- Oh, Gods, Jaqobis,
take that hair shirt off.

It's not a good look for you.

- It's not that.

It's you.

You seem different.

- It's been a long journey,

but at the end of it
was Aneela.

And when you've got someone
like that to fight for...

In any case...

off to your war.

- You too.

Good luck.

- I don't need luck, Jaqobis.

I have breeding...

and knives.

- Welcome
to the SS "Ladykiller."

I'm Johnny.
I'll be your cruise director.

We have multiple cans
of whup-ass

waiting for you
in the lounge.

- Well, we've got
the buckets of sunshines

ready for launching.

- Any luck with
the targeting system?

- Say hello to the
Missile Beaconator 5000.

Patent pending.

Plunk this puppy
by a control core,

and missiles will fly to it
like Dutch

to an emotionally unavailable
father figure.

Aah! Too soon?

- You can't just go in there
and say,

"Hi, where's your
control core?"

We need a diversion.

- We put together
a strike force, 20 people.

We go in hard,
draw their fire.

You sneak in the back.

We have volunteers--
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You have volunteers
for an infiltration mission,

which you said would be
quick and quiet.

This sounds like
a full-on assault,

and that means casualties.

- It's the only way.

- Well, then you make
your case to them.

They'll make their choice.

- I will.

- So pep rally.

We got missiles.
We got targets. We got plans.

- Uh, Johnny,
we have a problem.

- And right on schedule.

- So far, the fog's
only over Old Town,

but that extreme localization
can't be natural.

And then the whole
monsters-eating-people thing.

- These creatures were the size
of a houseplant

last time we saw them.

- I guess the Lady's wee
creepy-crawlies

turned into bigger,
hungry ones.

- That rapid growth rate
is concerning.

- Yeah, missiles can wait.
We have to get down there.

- No.

We hit the factories first,
and then we save Old Town.

- Dutch, the factories aren't
the ones eating people.

- Look, right now,
the cloud is over Old Town.

There are over 200 factories.
If this is just a test run--

- Then we're up to our asses in
aliens before we can stop her.

- We have friends down there.
They have families.

- They're just gonna have to
hold on until we can get them.

- Dutch, a Black Root ship
is approaching the "Herks."

- We're cloaked.
How did they find us?

- It's hailing with an SOS.

- Guys, Johnny, shouldn't
there be a ship around here?

- Is that Gared?

- Yeah. I've come to help.

- Yeah, forgot to mention.

Make yourself at home.
Drinks on the house.

So what exactly do you mean
by, "Hold on," Zeph?

- Send me the info you got
from my weather station,

and I'll figure out a way
to bioengineer the fog

to repel those...things.

- You really think
you can do this, Zeph,

or is this just some shit
you're saying to keep us calm?

- Maybe.
Is it working?

- Come on.
Ginny?

- Pree, I haven't been home
in days.

I got things to do, man.

- And I don't want anybody
out there right now.

Besides...

this little one
could use a friend.

- Hey, sweetie.

- I grabbed whoever I could
off the streets.

Most folks got out of town
when they saw the fog.

- You tell 'em why?
- Eh.

No point scaring them
more than we have to.

- You talk to Zeph?

- Oh, yeah, she has a plan.

- That bad, huh?

- Team Awesome Force
has been pissing me off and...

saving our asses
longer than I care to recall.

If anyone can sort
this shit out,

Yardeen can.

- Well, we had a plan, but...

like my old friend Big Joe
used to say,

"Plans are for shit.
What else you got?"

I say we go for
a full frontal attack,

hitting them hard

and not stopping until
we win or die trying.

Are you in?

- They're not buying it.

- Okay, I'm gonna cut
the bullshit.

Um...

This isn't what you
volunteered for.

Hells, this isn't even
your fight.

But it could be

if you choose it.

Like many of you,

I have spent my life
apart from family,

politics,

all that other bullshit.

That's why I became a Killjoy.

But today I am part
of something.

I am fighting a darkness
that is threatening Old Town,

the Quad, our home.

And I won't stop fighting
until this darkness is gone

or I am.

But if we win...

if we win...

the Quad will need protectors.

And I would be honored

to stand alongside anybody
who joins this fight today.

I would call them family.

So who's with me?

Let's go see a bitch
about a bombing.

- You have to hold still.

- Okay, okay,
for real this time.

I can't help it.
It tickles.

Wait, what if they scan me?

- I built this earpiece myself.

Chromium plating,
subatomic transistors.

It's undetectable,
untraceable,

and will let you hear Johnny
wherever he is.

- Okay, but...

can Johnny hear my thoughts?

- It's not--

You'll be fine, Gared.

Do you need me
to explain it again?

- Do you think
they'll ever forgive me?

After what I did?

- They're trusting you
to pull this off.

Isn't that your answer?

Maybe the question
isn't if they forgive you

but whether
you forgive yourself.

I turned against the people
I cared about too.

It takes time.

- Fancy.

You care about people.

Good luck, Gared.

- Thanks, Fancy.

I should never have said
anything.

- You really think
this is gonna work?

- You heard what he said.

As long as Khlyen
still trusts him.

- Yeah, but, you know...

it's Gared.

Look, um--

- If you think this
isn't gonna work--

- No, no, it's not that.

I just...

I just, uh--I wanted to say
that if anything happens, I...

Uh...

- Guys, ready and waiting.

- I just--I wanted--
- On our way, Johnny.

- Yeah.

- Oh, watch that barrel there,
mister.

- Johnny,
I need you to see something.

I pulled these scans
from my weather station

and isolated the fog elements.

- Lucy,
can you pull up Zeph's scans?

- What do these look like
to you?

- Holy shit.
That's definitely a virus.

You have to tell Old Town.

- That what I thought at first,
but look closer.

- It's attenuated.

- And what kind of virus
is attenuated, Johnny?

- Remember when I said that
you had that tone sometimes

that made me want
to punch babies?

That's the one.

An attenuated virus
is a vaccine.

- Exactly.

I don't this fog was supposed
to poison anybody.

It was supposed
to immunize them.

- Yeah, but against what?

- Everything okay?

- Just not used
to these Qreshi guns.

Can't get my sights squared.

- Qreshi guns are backwards
like they are.

Here.

You gotta turn the dial
the other way, anticlockwise.

- Mm.

- And there's your zero point,
and now...

You can rock and roll.

Need any other tips?

- I can handle myself.

- I noticed.

By the way, what were you
gonna tell me earlier on?

- Just, uh...

Let's go bomb some shit.

- Gared.

What are you doing here?

- I had to tell you right away.

Something's happening,
something big.

- Leave us.

- It's the Resistance.

They're gonna attack
the Old Town factory.

- When?
- Soon.

But it's just a distraction

from the real attack
on this ship here.

- How exactly are they going
to attack this ship, Gared?

With what?

- It's okay, Gared.
You're doing great.

As soon as you send your fleet
to defend the factory,

they're gonna fire missiles
at you.

- They have missiles.
They're gonna fire them at you.

- From a cloaked ship.

- From a broke ship.

- No, no, no, cloaked.
Cloaked!

- Broke ship?

- Cloaked ship.

Gotta clean out those ears
there, Khlyenie.

Mr. Khlyenie.

Khlyen.

- Tell me about this ship,
Gared.

- The line is in the water,
and the hook is in the sinker.

- That's not how fishing works.

- All right, everybody,
it's go time.

- We're in.

Move, move, move, move, move.

Everyone stay tight and ready.

No one engages until my go.

- Fancy, I need you to recon
the targets up ahead.

- Lock it up.
Lock it up.

- Dutch, I love you.

I'm not telling you 'cause
I want you to say it back.

Not that I don't want you
to say it back.

I just need you--

- D'Av, is this really
the right time?

We're about to go and shoot
a bunch of stuff.

- We're always about to shoot
a bunch of stuff,

which is pretty awesome
When you think about it,

but I just need...

I need you to know
I admire you,

I love kicking ass with you,

and I can't imagine
doing any of it

with anyone else but you.

You're what I'm fighting for,
Yala Yardeen.

- I count three squads.
All armed.

Could be more on patrol.

Did I miss something?

- Who told you
about these attacks?

- That's a very good question,

and I would like to give you
an answer to that question

any second now.

- Gared.

Who are you talking to?

- Oh, I'm not talking--

- My own spy turned against me,

sent to feed me
false information.

- The attack on the factory
is real, though, isn't it?

- Something like that.

- Well, then let's hear
who it is.

- Gared, it's John.

Are you okay?

Guys, I lost Gared.

- Shit, you think Khlyen bought
the whole distraction thing?

- I don't know.
Do we call it off?

- Not if we want to save
Old Town.

We stick to the plan.

- Yala.

Come with me.

Now!
- Oh, right, right.

- We lost the bobber,
but we still have the oar.

- Have you ever fished
a day in your life?

- All right, let's move.
Ready?

- Ready.

- All right, everybody,
let's make some noise.

- Go!
- Move!

- I need a ship to Westerley.

- And I need you here.

- My mole has information about
a possible plot against you.

I need to take him to Westerley
to confirm it before--

- Ma'am,

something's happening
at the Old Town factory.

We're under attack.

- Let's move.

Cover me.

Team is fully engaged.
You two better move your asses.

- You keep up the bang-bang

while we set up
the bleep-blop.

- Are you talking dirty to me?

- Guys, seriously, I just ate.
- Shut up.

I've seen you make
cutesy eyes at the warden.

- What? I don't even know
what you're talking about.

- "Oh, please, Miss Warden,

can I put my missiles
in your launch bay?"

- Where else would I put
my missile?

Our missiles.

I hate you so much.

I really do.

- Send every bomber,
every soldier,

every breathing thing
under my control.

- Don't!
- Why not, Khlyen?

- My informant here believes
this is merely a distraction

to draw our attention
and our firepower.

Once we do that,
we will be defenseless

against a direct assault.

- Who do you think
is behind this attack?

- That's what I intend
to find out.

- Turin, how long are we
supposed to wait here?

- Until we got word
that the coast is clear.

Hey, hey, hey.
You can't go out there.

- I ain't waiting around
in here

to die from whatever's
out there.

You're all fools if you do.

I'm getting out of Old Town.

- Oh, God!

- Oh, God.

- Everyone calm down.
Just calm down.

- How the hell are we
supposed to be calm?

What are we supposed to do?

- You remember where the hells
you're from.

- These people ain't woke,
Pree.

They don't even know
who they are.

- Is that man on drugs?

- Probably, sweetie.

But what the hell is he
talking about, Pree?

- None of you are
who you think you are.

Oh, hells,
I thought I was a Killjoy.

Not that I wasn't fabulous
at it,

but I'm a bartender.

That's who I am.

And when I look at you all,
you know what I see?

People who have been through
the Black Rain

and Company bombings,

Spring Hill wall,

because you're Old Town,

the lowest of the low,

and damn proud of it.

You never give up
and you never give in,

no matter who you think
you are.

And now we are going
to sit here and not be afraid.

- And sing some songs?

- Yes, baby,
and sing some songs.

♪ A girl from Leith

♪ With skin like snow

♪ What brought me here

♪ She'd like to know

both: ♪ Was it the job,
the Company gin ♪

♪ She ain't never met
a real Westerlyn ♪

all: ♪ Oh, Westerley

♪ I'm Westerlyn

♪ Oh, Westerley

♪ I'll say it again

♪ Screw 'em all

♪ They'll never ken

♪ I'll always be

♪ A Westerlyn

- ♪ I never run
from a problem ♪

♪ That I'd seen before

♪ I only run towards
your goal ♪

♪ Then everyone'll know

♪ She's got a lot, a lot,
a lot, a lot, a lot ♪

♪ Ooh

♪ Wow

♪ Ah, oh

- You know, these are
the moments that I miss.

You, me,
a bunch of dead assholes.

- Holding them off.
Status update?

- Are we good?

- Golden.

- D'Av, package delivered.

Meet you at the rendezvous.

- Fall back!
Fall back!

- Back it up!
- Go! Move it!

- Tell Rennika to hold on
until we're in the clear.

- No problem. We're almost
home free, kiddies.

That's my girl.

- Sorry, Yala.

- So am I.

- Yala.

- I wanted to see what you'd do
on your own,

what side you're really on.

And now I know.

- You need to come with me.
This plan of yours won't work.

- Actually, I think it
worked out pretty well.

- You sent Gared,
knew I'd find the bug,

hear your voice,
and come right to you.

- Everyone has a weakness,

especially if it's someone
they love.

Now you're coming with us.

- No, you can't do this.

- Oh, I'm pretty sure we can.

Johnny?

- We got you...

And we've got another beacon.

- And some big-ass missiles.

- Why am I not surprised
that you of all people

would mistake the size
of your missiles

for the power you have?

- Did Khlyen just make
a dick joke?

- If you destroy the factory,
the Lady will destroy the Quad,

and for what?

Her children
are already in Old Town.

- I burned them down once.
I can do it again

once the fog is gone.

- That fog is
the final treatment

for the fully grown alien form,

and once it's gone,
they will be indestructible.

- I thought the vaccine

was to inoculate
the people of Old Town,

but if it's for
the hatchlings--

- People of Old Town
don't matter anymore,

except as food.

- That's not happening.

- It already has.

We can't win this war,

but if I can keep Qresh safe--

- No, I am fighting
for Westerley.

- Yala, you can't fight
for something

unless you know what
you're willing to lose.

Now, I have a plan.

- So do I.

Johnny, how wide are the target
zones for the missiles?

- A few kilometers,
but I thought we just needed

to take out the factory,
don't we?

- Yeah, well, he said Old Town
is full of those bugs.

If we don't stop it now--

- We never will.

- I'll reset the target zone.

- Someone needs to tell Pree.

- Lucy, prep your engines.
We're coming in.

- Preparing for evac.

- All right, everybody,
stay close.

- Jump pods will be waiting
for us in the Badlands.

We just have to get there.

- It's just a game, sweetie.
Just like hide-and-seek.

- Why isn't anybody smiling?

- Everyone needs
to stick together,

but when I say run, you run.

- Run!

Go, go, go!

- Johnny, target is locked.

Transferring controls
to you now.

- Copy.

Pree.

- Everyone from Old Town
is in the Badlands.

It's now or never.

- Are you sure you want
to do this?

- There's no other way.

- Aneela?

Come, now.
We don't have time for this.

Found you.

- I don't want you to.
- Aneela.

- And I don't want
to go to Arkyn.

- We don't always get to do
the things we want, my love.

But what we're doing on Arkyn,

that's for all of Qresh.

And I promise you,
once we're done there,

we will come home again.

- ♪ Stay with me
while we lay ♪

- It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Hey.

- ♪ Where nobody
knows our name ♪

- You didn't forget me,
did you, Mommy?

- No, I was just, uh,

confused for a little while.

But everything's okay now.

- Can we go home, then?

- Not just yet, honey.

- Well, Yala,
that was quite the show.

- You'd be disappointed
if it wasn't.

- Hmm, perhaps,

but you don't really understand
what you've done, do you?

- Stomped on a bunch of bugs,

saved a world,

got you.

I think I'm pretty good.

- That...

that was just the beginning.

Now comes the end.

I will burn them!

I will raze every building
to the ground!

I will boil
the waters of Qresh!

- Ma'am, it's here.
- What is here?

- The jump ship we sent
to investigate

the unidentified signal,
it's returned.

It's brought something back.