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How the hell did you make it do that?

No idea. I just played around with it.

Hmm… and how do you explain that holographic freak show?

-Have you seen that before? -No!

-[Amena] Shit. -[Moses] What?

The fusion module isn't reparable.

[Elja] What?

-I'm sorry. -No, no, no, no, no!

That can't be all you can do! There must be something that can be done.

Anything!

There's one individual who can help you better than I can.

-No. -Yes.

-Not him. -Not who?

-Bracker. -Bracker?

He has an old trading post near to the Southern Regions.

He collects treasures from before Black December

that have survived.

And there, he has a fusion module?

Last time we met he did, that is.

-Let's go and see him, then! -No.

-Why not? -Because he won't sell it to us.

Because you still owe him money, I assume you mean.

Is there not a single person on this shitty continent

-you don't have an issue with? -That's just how it is.

I suggest you deal with it. I said to you, we'll sell the cube--

[yells] No, we won't! That was not our arrangement!

I have to repair it. Don't you understand? I must do it!

[angrily] Fuck this!

[door slams]

Hey.

Why are you so desperate to get that thing repaired, huh?

Does it relate to your tribe?

[sniffles]

Come on, you can't hide away forever.

Because you're the last?

Was it the Crows?

Shit, young man.

That's too bad.

I basically left them.

Hey, you mustn't blame yourself.

The world wouldn't be a better place if you were lying buried where they are.

And if I'm honest, it's a big deal to handle a criminal like me, you know.

[Amena chuckles]

I couldn't agree more.

[sighs]

Here, a tablet from '29.

It was found by some crap collector in an old prepper bunker, I heard.

[Amena exhales]

-Thank you. -Hey.

That's not for you.

As well as the stuff in the wagon, you should have enough

for Bracker's module breaker, I reckon. What do you think, Moses?

Well, without the cube, the module is basically useless, anyway.

Maybe he can be persuaded, huh?

[chuckles]

Hey, hey, hey. [chuckles]

I'm a bit allergic to hugs and emotion.

[Elja chuckles]

Thank you, Moses.

All good.

So, then…

Amena… [chuckles]

[Elja chuckles]

Go on.

Why don't you come with us?

[Moses sighs]

-[horse neighing] -[Amena] Shit.

-[tense music playing] -[Amena sighs]

-Crows. Were some Crows following you? -Oh, yeah, I'd forgotten that.

Shit, I've only got three bullets left.

Make sure the boy is safe.

-I'll take care of this. -No!

I shall join you.

Worry about yourself.

What do you want here, Crows?

Get off my property!

On three.

One, two, three!

[guns firing]

[Elja] Shit! Shit! Start driving! Come on! Come on, move!

[Elja] Come on! Shoot!

[Elja] Fuck! Come on, start driving! Start driving! Shit! Fuck!

-Drive, drive, drive! -[Crow yelling]

[Crow choking]

[motor revving]

[dramatic music playing]

-[indistinct chatter] -[ominous music playing]

I found this…

in the intestines of the dead Volnik.

Who else is involved?

These two Volniks!

Save what is left of your honor, Gregor,

and I'll spare your family.

My name is Gregor.

[all] Hail, Lord Varvara!

-For them, the wire! -[both whimpering] No! Please, no! No! No!

[both yelling] No! No! No!

No! No! No! No!

For him, the Hakkar.

-Take him to my estate! -[both choking]

-[wire slicing] -[thudding]

[indistinct chatter]

[David] These are the original uniforms of the Eurocorps,

from pre-Black December.

The last great project of the European Union,

before everything fell apart.

The Crimsons were those who emerged from it.

Many soldiers before you have worn this uniform with pride.

Many of those of various origin,

different beliefs and skin color.

It's not just some piece of clothing.

With this uniform, you wear a part of history.

You carry a responsibility.

But most of all, you take on duties.

When you're a Crimson, you see, Liv,

taking orders to be obeyed given by your superiors,

is something you have to do. In this case, my orders.

Is that clear?

[chuckles lightly]

Yes, commander.

[chuckles]

Your ranking badge.

Welcome, then, to the Crimsons,

Private Liv of the Origines.

[adventurous music playing]

Close combat, knife…

machete…

or hatchet.

And a firearm weapon of your choice,

I would recommend the K8, built in '27.

It's light, precise, and easy to handle.

An awesome 200 rounds per minute in full automatic mode.

Came in two days ago.

I wouldn't recommend that one.

Three shots per minute.

[Liv] That's enough for me.

[car horns honking]

[dramatic music playing]

Welcome to the Hakkar!

What is this?

[Dewiat laughs] The Bozies didn't tell him about us.

Typical!

-Eh… they hate us. -[chuckles]

I'm Dewiat.

And you are?

Kiano.

Hi.

[sighs] Well then,

come with me.

We are the Lubovniks.

And so, too, now are you.

Lubovniks?

You'll sleep over there.

You get the bunk in the middle.

[pouring drink]

[chuckles]

[scoffs]

Are you preparing for a Boj here?

[sighs]

Why would she risk the lives of her best slaves, would you say?

[chuckles]

"Her best slaves"?

[Merk] Now, we know that there is one tunnel

that is not flooded

and that leads directly into Brahtok,

allowing us to infiltrate the factory unnoticed from underneath.

Right here.

[David] This is the location where we split up.

Two squads.

Alpha squad with me.

Vasquez, Sokolow,

Grimm and Warren.

Beta squad with Merk, of course.

Yeboa, Tiago, and Liv.

We will destroy their wolk factory to weaken their economical infrastructure.

Without their wolk, they're nothing.

Here. This is a plan of their factory.

The wolk production sites are located here.

Alpha squad will take them

and set the explosives in the production hall.

Beta, you'll go to the building with the collection cells

where the slaves are housed.

Push into the cell tract, look for Liv's people,

and extract them as quickly as possible.

In and out in 30 minutes, max.

They'll just realize we were there

when their factory is blown apart.

[soldier chuckles]

And one more thing,

I haven't informed Crimson capital about this mission.

It has to stay top secret.

If any one of you is not okay with that, you're free to leave now.

I will take full and sole responsibility.

[Moses sighs]

Amena is a born survivor.

She probably escaped somehow.

[exhales] Somehow.

[sighs]

[animal growling]

[sniffs]

[growling continues]

[exhales] It's impressive even without ammo.

One, two…

[animal growls]

[Moses exhales]

[animal growls]

[Elja laughs softly]

[animal growls]

[man in Chinese] Please don't shoot!

-Please don't shoot! -[in English] Who are you?

[animal growls]

You speak English?

Only a little bit.

[Moses] Mmm.

So…

where are you from?

The east.

Altai mountains.

We flee.

You flee?

Why?

What are you fleeing from?

The Black Swarms.

[suspenseful music playing]

The Black Swarms?

It's coming here… to Europa.

What is it?

You see it, you die.

Everyone die.

Everyone die?

[dramatic music playing]

[kissing ring]

[chuckles softly]

Why are you not made up?

Didn't you introduce him to the conventions of my house, Dewiat?

My wishes?

I did, my lord.

[Varvara] You probably think you're beautiful enough…

Kiano of the Origines.

[tense music playing]

[utensils clinking]

It's your first day in the Hakkar, Kiano. What do you think of being here?

It's better than being at the factory, is it not?

Answer her, then.

[Varvara] Hmm.

[Dewiat] Forgive me, my lord.

[chuckles softly]

[silverware clinking]

-The garden is nice. -As it reminds you of home, I assume.

Is that why you lost your appetite?

[scoffs lightly]

You shouldn't stop eating, so you don't become too thin.

[Kiano] I'm not hungry.

[sighs]

Anon.

You eat Kiano's food.

[Varvara tutting]

Like a hound.

[chuckles]

[Varvara] Anon.

Like a hound!

[barking]

[laughing]

The meal is over. That'll be all.

[laughing stops]

Return to the Hakkar this evening, Anon…

Eddy…

Usan…

and Dewiat.

Hmm.

[ominous music playing]

Undress yourself.

[Kiano grunting] Hey!

[clothes ripping]

[Kiano breathes heavily]

[clothes unzipping]

[Kiano breathes heavily]

[servant drawing knife]

If you cum before me…

then I'll slice your head clean off.

[indistinct chatter]

-What's wrong? -Merk is gone.

Yeboa is now leading Beta squad. Vasquez will step in.

Let's see Brahtok up close, guys. Move, move, move!

[dramatic music playing]

Fuck!

[soldier] Hey!

[motor revs]

[soldier] Attention!

[dramatic music continues]

[Father] Crimson Commander Voss!

Father.

You seriously believe I'd leave a rebel like you without supervision?

-You granted me full authority. -Within our principles.

Warmongering is not a principle of our republic, commander.

My soldiers just followed orders.

I am solely responsible and prepared to bear the consequences.

You had potential for greatness, Voss.

A shining star in the firmament of our republic.

But now…

you've been charged with high treason…

[soldiers muttering]

…and will be tried before a military tribunal back in the Crimson capital.

Camp Ahrenberg is hereby dissolved.

Your people will be garrisoned back in the Crimson capital,

and your secret little mission, Commander,

is over.

Arrest him.

[somber music playing]

[handcuffs locking]

Congratulations. You were with her all night, weren't you?

Instead of punishing you as you deserved, she rewarded you.

You've obviously aroused her with your boundless impertinence.

Don't be so ungrateful,

Kiano.

[Kiano breathes heavily]

We're slaves, Dewiat.

I would never leave her.

[voice breaking] She is all that makes me happy.

And she's all that you and I will ever have…

Kiano of the Origines!

[dramatic music playing]

[brakes squeal]

Here, hold this.

[sniffs and sighs]

-[door closes] -[car alarm beeps]

Okay, you leave the talking to me, eh?

[sniffs]

Magic Moses waves his wand, eh?

-[upbeat music playing loudly on speakers] -[indistinct chatter]

[Moses] There are young ones too.

Oh, my God. Keep going.

-[loud music continues] -[guard] Stop! Check him. Bag.

[loud music continues]

I say let's find this Bracker.

And I say let's have a drink, bit of a shmooze maybe,

and then Bracker will be found!

Hey!

-Jinnsey, you old motherfucker! -Hey, man!

Crimson Schnapps, Ahrenberg Edition. Nothing less.

[Jinnsey] Coming up!

[loud music continues]

[Moses laughing] Oh, a walking--

-[thug] Maurice fucking Sparwasser! -[patrons yelping]

You've got a fucking nerve to show up here again.

What are you doing here?

Showed up here to pay you. [clicks tongue]

[loud music continues]

[Moses] Ah… let's go!

"Maurice Sparwasser"?

Moses, okay? It's Moses. It's an artist's name.

-You are no artist. -Watch and learn, son.

[Moses laughing] Ah…

[thug] Yeah, come on. Put everything on the table.

What is this?

This, youngster, was the Old World on its last legs.

Bracker has an even bigger Black December obsession than you.

[overlapping reporters speaking on TV]

[Bracker] I hear you've come to settle your debts.

Hey, Bracker, Bracker, Bracker!

Yes, with interest!

With compound interest!

The full monty! This tablet, for instance.

Built in '29.

[blows air]

[laughs]

Fully transparent and fully functional.

This baby is worth a fortune!

And that's not all.

-Bracker? -[footsteps approaching]

What do you want?

Uh… Moses?

Exactly.

I mean, that alone would pay off all your debts.

[chuckles]

So why are you really here, hmm?

You have a fusion module.

For an Atlantian Cube?

Yes. We need it.

Yes, we need it.

[Bracker] Yes?

And for what?

Yeah… to resell it, what else?

You can't use it without a cube anyway.

Oh?

[sighs]

[humming]

-["Do It Again" by Steve Aoki playing] -♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

-[techno music playing loudly] -[crowd cheering]

♪ Got a brain like bubblegum Do it again ♪

♪ Blowin' up my cranium Do it again ♪

♪ Oh my God, what have I done? Do it again ♪

♪ All I wanted was a little fun Do it again ♪

♪ Got a brain like bubblegum Do it again ♪

♪ Blowin' up my cranium Do it again ♪

♪ Oh my God, what have I done? Do it again ♪

♪ All I wanted was a little fun Do it again ♪

♪ Got a brain like bubblegum Do it again ♪

♪ Blowin' up my cranium Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

-[techno music continues] -♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

Who are they?

Those are the Kapitan's six highlords. Yvar's inner circle.

One place is vacant.

If we're lucky, Lord Varvara will become one of them.

I wish this more than anything else.

-[drum banging] -[music stops]

[crowd cheering]

[Dewiat] On your knees.

-[cane tapping] -[shoes clacking]

Lord Varvara.

-Hail to the strongest! -[all] Hail to the strongest!

Remarkably, you we able to salvage an Atlantian hover jet, I believe.

Nobody can fly it anymore,

but Karakow says

we may be able to recover the plasma cannon and ion drive,

with luck.

It would be a great advantage for us, Kapitan.

A functional cube would be an even greater advantage for us.

My Bozies will soon return here with one.

I hope so.

[dramatic music playing]

-[cane thuds] -Excuse me, Kapitan!

[Jakob grunting]

-[crowd laughs and applauds] -[Yvar laughs loudly]

[Yvar yells] Crows!

Music!

-[techno music playing] -[crowd cheers]

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

[inhales]

[yelling in excitement]

Hmm, yeah.

-[Bracker] Yeah, it's beautiful, isn't it? -Yeah.

Beautiful.

But worthless.

We can offer you many new exhibits, which you can actually use.

It's a killer deal.

-For me? -[Moses] Yeah.

Or maybe for you, rather.

Do you know what I think, Sparwasser?

I think that whoever was willing to pay

so much money for an Atlantian fusion module,

could only be--

A hell of a businessman!

[both chuckling]

[both laughing]

-No, Sparwasser. -No?

That person is in possession of a cube.

[Moses] Hmm. That's absurd. We have a buyer in the Northern Alliance.

Filthy rich.

What you got in the bag, kid?

No, please…

[Moses groans]

[dramatic music playing]

-Now… -Yeah?

…please be so kind as to get the fuck out of here, gentlemen.

No, you can't do this. You can't do this, Bracker!

Bracker, you owe me, yeah? This is my cube!

Our cube!

You can't do this to us! Bracker!

[faintly] We're quits! Bracker!

Bracker, fuck you!

Fuck you, Bracker!

-["I Dance Alone" by Swayzak playing] -[crowd cheering]

♪ I dance alone ♪

♪ Here in the rain ♪

♪ So cold tonight ♪

♪ Without a flame ♪

♪ Your love is like… ♪

I like you, my Origine.

-[crowd cheering] -[drum banging]

You're getting to see something very special.

Tonight,

a new Crow will be born.

It's time for a Boj!

-[crowd cheering and whistling] -[drum banging]

[crowd chanting] Boj! Boj! Boj!

[chanting continues]

-[drum stops] -[crowd silences]

[crowd cheers and applauds]

-[both grunting] -[crowd cheering and whistling]

[somber music playing]

[crowd cheering and chanting]

[somber music continues]

[crowd cheers]

Kill him! [laughs]

[screams]

[somber music continues]

[crowd chants] Crow! Crow! Crow!

Crow! Crow! Crow!

This slave will get a new name now.

She'll be a Bozie, serving her lord.

[chanting continues] Crow! Crow! Crow!

She's now free.

[chanting continues] Crow! Crow! Crow!

Crow! Crow! Crow! Crow! Crow!

Yvar's Volnik was your leader, wasn't he?

I fought him, you know?

Yes.

Would you say you were close?

He was our leader.

Nothing else.

[Varvara] Undress yourself.

Now, tell me about your life in the forest.

About your tribe, the Origines.

How did that start off?

In a hidden place between rocks.

The tribe started with our founder.

By your originator, Chloe?

-Yes. -Her name was engraved on your altar.

[Kiano sighs]

She was your mother.

Yes.

So talk to me about her death.

I was 13.

She went to the forest to get some medicine we needed.

She was attacked by Raiders.

All that was left were her garments,

blood-splattered.

There's still a lot of suffering in you, Kiano.

Pain and suffering tying you to the past.

It makes you weak…

and pathetic.

Go, then.

No.

[tense music playing]

I must remain here.

Impressive,

Kiano of the Origines.

Bozies.

[drawing knife]

Leave us alone.

["Do It Again" by Steve Aoki playing]

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

[dramatic music playing]