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Previously on dark matter.

We all woke up just like you,

no idea who we are
or how we got here.

But the truth is, we're nothing

but a bunch of
low-life mercenaries.

You want one of us
to go out there

in the deadly radiation storm?

It would appear your
memories were targeted.

So someone in this room
wiped our memories.

I'm looking for
a ship called the raza.

What's your name?

Co rso.

The name's Jace corso.

We can spend some quality time

getting to know each other.

I just think our lives

are complicated enough
right now, don't you think?

Of course.

I'm gonna buy myself
a pair of goggles,

some work gloves, and a brand
new micro-Gauge plasma cutter

with a rotating
tholium-carbide head.

You'll cut your hands off, kid.

What are you gonna buy?

A curvy redhead.

Let's keep it classy.

Okay.

A brunette with a sexy accent.

I want meat.

Y'know, real meat,
not this vat-grown stuff.

Amen.

We should consider

putting the money
to better use...

Maybe upgrading the
ship's defenses.

All right, knock
yourself out with that,

but, uh... I'm gonna
buy myself something nice.

And limber.

Okay, I've run the numbers.

So, how much do
we have to spend?

Well, after refueling,
repair costs, and docking fees

we're left with exactly zero.

What?

Not even enough for goggles?

Or a nice meal?

Or a redhead?

Sorry, guys. We're broke.

Now hang on a second.

You said those mikkei guys
gave you a nice bonus

for setting up that mining deal.

They did, just not enough.

How do we know
you didn't skim, hm?

Ferrous offered me more
to abandon you, remember?

What if we refuel,
but not... fully refuel?

We're not skimping on fuel.

I mean, do we really need to fix

the meteorite
damage to the hull?

Or repairs.

What we need to do is find
a buyer for those weapons.

All right I'll look around.

I thought you were leaving.

I am, just... not yet.

What, you had time
to sleep on it?

First, you want me to go,
now, you want me to stay,

you know, it's awfully
confusing, doll.

I never had
an opinion either way.

Okay, that is both insulting
and... very insulting.

Now do you still want me
to ask around or what?

I want you both to ask around.

- -Well, nah, I work solo.
- -Nah, we don't...

That's great.

You guys are
gonna make a great team.

The rest of us
can look around the ship,

see if we can find
anything else worth selling.

We're making our approach.

Here we go.

Are we sure this is a good idea?

We are wanted criminals.

I filed for docking papers
under a false registration.

We should be fine, as long
as we keep a low profile.

I'm not exactly sure
that's in our skill set.

Yeah, first things first, guys.

We gotta get on
that space station

without setting off
any alarm bells.

Or getting blasted to scrag.

They're scanning
our registration now, standby.

Security scan complete.

We've been cleared to dock.

All right. Take us in.

You should know, weapons
are prohibited on the station.

Fine.

Okay.

Let's meet in the airlock
in twenty minutes.

Don't forget your comms.

Hey, you find
anything worth selling?

Okay, well, um, if you do...

Let us know.

We've docked.

Why'd you ask me to tag along?

'Cause I don't
trust him for a second

and I need you to keep
an eye on him for me.

Can you do that?

Sure.

Why'd you
pair me with pretty boy?

Because I don't trust him
and I need you to keep an eye on him.

Think you can do that?

Hell yeah.

Your order's up here.

All right, see you guys
back in the ship.

Let's go, sidekick.

Okay, big guy,
we can take it from here.

What do you mean?

You're going to the clinic
to get that arm checked out.

Ah, no, it's fine.

Hey, any crispier and you could
serve it with a side of slaw.

Now go.

Well, looks like
it's just us girls.

Why don't you let me
do the talking, pretty boy?

I couldn't stop you if I tried.

Couple whiskies.

House blend and a beer.

Wonder if you could help us out?

We're looking to move
some merchandise.

Hardware and equipment
for someone aiming

to make a statement.

- -We're selling guns.
- -Seriously?

Know anyone who might
be interested in buying them?

Not off the top of my head.

But... I could ask around,
for a finder's fee.

- -Nah, that's...
- -Works for us.

Okay.

I'll make some calls.

Where can I find you?

Over there.

Our class 4
androids are fully customizable.

Height, weight, skin color...

Hey, uh... I need to see a doctor.

Take a number.

And while
galactic regulations against

the impersonation of humans
by artificial entities

requires the use of
an identifying tattoo...

Our androids
are as human as possible.

Whether you're looking
for help around the house,

or just someone to talk to
on those lonely nights,

a nakashima brand Android
might be just the thing

you're looking for.

Not bad.

Enough to buy us all
a couple of nice dinners.

Where's the pea?

You tell me.

There.

It's there.

See how easy this is?

Even a child could do it.

Where's the pea?

You tell me.

That one!

Yeah, there.

Kid's a natural.

Where's the pea?

You tell me.

It's in your left hand.

Here you go, kid.

Thanks, mister!

How did you do that?

I don't know. I think
I may've played before.

What're you looking at?

An opportunity.

Come on.

Ahh...

Arghh!

Are you always this "charming"?

You know what your problem is?

The fact that I'm
stuck with a selfish,

self-centered know-it-all
for a shipmate?

She's not so bad.

I'm not talking about her.

You're soft.

Like on the planet
with those miners,

or going topside
to save the robot.

You think with your heart and
not your head; It's dangerous.

You know, if it was just
your life on the line, man,

who cares?

But one day, you're gonna
get somebody killed.

How exactly?

By convincing them that
you actually make sense.

Y'know, if this week
has taught me anything,

it's that stupid is catchy.

So, what, I'm gonna infect
them with my empathy

and concern for others?

Yeah, in a nutshell.

And I say you're the
dangerous one,

because you don't care
about anyone but yourself.

- -Mm.
- -You can't be trusted.

You don't think I got your back?

My back. My front.

The inside of my head.

So you're saying that it was me

who screwed with
everyone's memories?

I think that if anyone
was gonna sell us out,

it'd be you, yeah.

Hey, I got you a buyer.

Everyone else has left.

I know.

Are you planning on
meeting up with them?

No. I have some
personal matters to attend to.

Research.

The ship is now net-linked to
the space station's data hub.

Information is accessible via
the individual work stations

at your quarters.

That's good to know, but I need
to speak with someone.

Well, maybe I can help.

I not only function as a roaming
access point to the data hub,

but am also
conversant-search capable.

I also possess psychological
and psychiatric subroutines

should you feel the need
for therapeutic counseling.

Are you feeling depressed?

Lonely?

I'm fine. Thank you.

I'm at your disposal
should you reconsider.

I don't know what
you're getting so upset about.

I thought we were being
honest with each other.

Nah, I was offering
constructive criticism.

- -You were being petty.
- -I was not being petty.

- -Yes, you were...
- -I was 100% sincere

when I said I find you
completely untrustworthy.

Based on what, exactly?

- -Huh?!
- -I think this is it.

No, I wanna know.

What makes me untrustworthy?

Guess we're early.

Huh?

Fine.

Process of elimination.

Meaning?

Somehow, someway, that kid
had all of our memories

downloaded
into her subconscious.

They drift up in
dribs and drabs.

And she remembers
someone, one of us,

screwing with the stasis pods.

Now why would anyone do that?

How's this for a theory:

Someone takes all of us
out of commission

so they can steal the ship
and whatever else is on board.

Who's the most likely suspect?

I doubt it's the kid.

Six seems to have a conscience.

I know it's not me...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can't know that.

We all passed
the lie detector test.

For all we know,
you were the one planning

to cut our throats in our sleep.

After all, you were
the first one to wake up.

Tsk. That's awful
convenient, isn't it?

Guess we'll have
to agree to disagree.

Screw that.

I don't agree to anything.

What the hell?

What's going on?
Where are we? Huh?

You're asking the guy
who's tied up with you.

Great.

Oh, this is fantastic.

Nice to see you
keeping a positive attitude.

I was being sarcastic.

Yeah, so was I.

Where do you get off
copping an attitude like that?!

This is your fault!

How is it my fault
we're both sitting here?!

'Cause if I was alone, I never
would've been taken by surprise.

Whoa, whoa-whoa!

These wires are
cutting right into me!

Look, we can either
sit here arguing

or we can work to get
out of this together.

What's it gonna be?

Fine.

We'll work together to get out
of this, and then we'll argue.

All right.

Let's try to shift
over to that door.

When we're close enough,
I'll head-butt the console.

Then, when we're
in the corridor,

we'll yell until
help comes, okay?

That sounds like a plan.

All right.

At the count of three, we shift.

One...

Two...

Three!

Whoa!

Oh, fantastic!

Just perfect!

Yes, I was being
sarcastic again!

Okay. I think this one.

Are you sure?

No, but I... have a feeling?

Ah, your feelings have
paid off before.

Yeah, sorry, kid, there's no
way you're old enough to play.

Unless, of course, you're
under proper adult supervision.

What can I do for you?

What can you tell me about this?

Hah!

You had me going there.

This is an impressive knock-off.

At first glance, I'd
swear it was the real thing.

Yeah, what is it?

'Course, it can't be.

For starters, I doubt a
descendant of the ishida line

would be all the way out here,

in the middle of nowhere,
hocking their family...

This is-this is genuine.

Where did you get it?

I found it.

Y-You found it? This is... this
is not something you “find,"

it's something you
kill to acquire.

I-I want no part of it.

Sorry, we're closing early.

At least give me some...

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how cool is that?

Maybe we should quit

while we've still
got something left.

What's it gonna be, kid?

U-Um... ah...

Take another card.

Let me take over.

Okay, do me a favor.

Next time you have
one of your great ideas,

keep it to yourself.

Or I could share it with someone

who can follow
a simple instruction.

Yeah, like what?

Like shift.

- -I shifted.
- -You didn't shift. You tilted.

If you'd shifted,
we'd be out of...

- -I shifted!
- -Okay, great! You shifted.

Great. Good job.

This turned out
just like I'd planned.

How long do you think before
the others come looking for us?

You mean, if they
come looking for us.

Why wouldn't they
come looking for us?

They may not come
looking for you,

but they'd sure come
looking for me.

What do you mean, they'd
look for you and not for me?

You told everyone
you were leaving.

That was before.
I changed my mind.

Yeah, well, you
change your mind a lot.

- -You're very mercurial.
- -No, you're mercurial.

You don't even know

- -what mercurial is.
- -Sure I do.

Okay...

It means shut the hell up!

Took a while for the
gas to clear out of here.

Hey, buddy,
would you mind telling us

what this is about?

I'd be happy to
answer all your questions.

Just as soon as you
answer a couple of mine.

Who are you? What the hell
are you doing with my face?

So, tell me.

- -Who are you?
- -I'm Jace corso.

I'm Jace corso.

Which makes you... not.

So the question is:
How is this possible?

At first, I thought you were
just someone who kinda looked

like me, not enough to
fool anyone who knew me

but enough to bluff
anyone who didn't.

Now, taking a closer look,
I see that's not the case.

We're identical.

So what could it be?

Clone's a logical guess.

The tech exists. But to pull
that off, you'd have to scan me,

and... you can't do that
without my noticing.

Besides, dupes have an average
shelf life of two to three days

and I've been trying to
chase you down for months.

No, you're not a clone.

The only other possibility,
besides long lost twin,

is reconstructive surgery.

You paid someone a lot of money
to make you lookjust like me.

What can I say?

I'm flattered you think
so highly of this handsome mug

that you'd go through
the trouble.

But I'm still curious.

Yeah, so am I.

How's that?

I woke up from stasis on
board a ship with no memory

of how I got there or who I was.

I don't remember anything.

And you expect me to buy that?

Honestly, no. But, it's...

He's telling the truth.

Wasn't just him,
it was our entire crew.

We all just had our
memories wiped clean.

Okay, let's say I believe
you, which I don't,

but... let's say I do.

What's my next move?

Just send you on your way,
let you keep being me?

I'm not you.

Look, I'm as confused as
you are, I want answers, too.

Okay, this-this may seem obvious

but I'm just gonna
throw it out there.

Your beef is with him.

I'm just an innocent bystander.

Maybe.

Then again, maybe not.

So why don't you sit tight,
let the adults talk.

Even though I don't
have my memories,

I might be able to help
you figure this out.

And how're you gonna do that?

How about you
start by telling me

how you found out someone
stole your identity?

If you're tired of boring,

repetitive or even
unpleasant dreams...

Hi, just wondering
when the doctor's

gonna be able to see me?

It shouldn't belong.
Take a number.

I already took a number

which is... why I'm asking.

It shouldn't belong.

One hundred preprogrammed

dream scenarios, the new
somnawave turns an ordinary

night's sleep into a night of
top-notch entertainment...

Yes!

What's the hold-up?

- -Hey!
- -Wh...?!

Hey!

Let's not make a scene.

We just wanna have a talk.

I'll be back for that.

A while ago,
I got approached about a job.

Join a group of mercs,
help clear out a bunch of

trouble-making miners on
some independent colony.

Normally, I don't
play well with others.

I'm more of a solo artist.

But the offer was
too rich to pass up.

Besides, I'd be working with
the crew of the legendary raza.

I was curious to see if their
rep matched their strut.

So I accepted the offer.

The day I was supposed to join
up, the galactic authorities

got an anonymous tip and
raided my safehouse.

I almost got nicked.
I was on the run for a week.

When things quieted down,
I was going to reach out

to apologize for missing the op.

I didn't want them thinking I
was unprofessional, after all.

Well, imagine my surprise when I
learned that I was actually seen

boarding the raza with
the rest of the crew.

I checked the security footage
from the space station and,

sure enough, there I was,
getting on that damn ship.

Someone who looked
a lot like me anyway.

And I've been
chasing you ever since.

How'd you know where to find us?

Educated guess.

This is the closest station
to that mining colony

in any direction.

If you were gonna
refuel after your op,

this would be the place.

And I was right.

So, any of that ring a bell?

Jog those missing memories?

That's too bad.

Do you know what this is?

I want to say curling iron.

Electric shock stick.

That was my second guess.

No, no, no, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Just wait!

Let's just make a deal.

You've got my attention.

We got a crate, full of
weapons back in the ship.

So I've heard.

We're looking to
move them, right?

So... why don't you
just... take 'em?

Sell iem all,
make a nice, tidy profit.

Just take the guns,
you don't even have to

cut us in for anything.

Then, while you let me go,

I'll let you two solve
your personal issues.

And, ah, it's not really
my business anyway, right?

You son of a bitch!

Why you wanna
drag me into this?!

Whatever happened to empathy
and human compassion?!

Enough!

Think I will take those
weapons after all.

Great.

Just get me my comm and
I'll make the arrangements.

I'll make my own arrangements.

No, I...

What's the problem?

You're cheating.

The hell I am.

You're counting cards.

You were counting the cards
that have been played

to improve your odds.

That's a skill!
How is that cheating?!

It's cheating
because we say it is.

Okay, here's what's
gonna happen.

You and your little
friend here are banned

and the money you tried to
steal from us is forfeit.

Now get the hell out of here.

- -No.
- -Excuse me?

I'll take my money
and then I'll leave.

You misunderstand, sweetheart.

You don't get a choice.

You found a buyer.

Yep.

And you secured a fair price?

Mm-hmm.

I'd caution you from
transporting that

through a secured area.

Guests are forbidden

from carrying weapons
onto the station.

Don't worry about it. If anyone
asks, I'll just say it's drugs.

I suspect that would
prove equally problematic.

You've done something
new with your hair.

It suits you.

I want my money.

That cash is forfeit.

Now this can go one of two ways.

You can walk through that exit,
or we'll carry you out.

- -We didn't cheat!
- -Shut up.

- -B-But it's not...!
- -I said shut up!

Yuh... yu... y-you-you kill...

Come on!

You know what
this means, don't you?

Yeah, you're gonna have to
wait on that curvy redhead.

It was you.

You're the one who
wiped our memories clean.

And you based this
assumption on what, exactly?

How about the fact that
you're an impostor and a liar?

And you're a
murderer and a thief

who gives his guns pet names.

You lied to get onto our ship

which means you were
after something

you didn't want the rest
of us to know about.

I'm sure I wasn't the
only one on that ship

with a hidden agenda.

And whatever it was I was after,
I'm sure it was a lot more

interesting than just screwing
with everyone's memories.

- -Hey.
- -What?

I've got an idea.

Ugh, what'd
I say about your ideas?

Look, we've got to
get out of here

before he comes
back and kills us.

He's not gonna kill us.

He's gonna sell our stuff

and he's gonna hightail
it out of here.

Oh, really?

Is that what you'd
do if you were him?

What's your plan?

These wires are metal.

If we can get close enough
to that table for me to grab

that shock stick,
I might be able go use it

to soften them enough
for us to break free.

Well, there's a couple
problems with that.

The biggest being
it's gonna hurt. A lot.

Are you saying you can't
tough it out like I can?

Ugh, let's just do this.

All right.

At the count of three, we shift.

- -Not "tilt."
- -I got it.

- -Shift.
- -I got it!

All right...

One, two, three... shift!

One, two, three, shift!

Two, three, shift!
Two, three, shift!

Take a seat.

I'm Dr. Ameni.

What seems to be the trouble?

What happened?

Ah, electrical burn
doing some ship repairs.

Besides the localized damage,

are you experiencing
any other discomfort?

Nope.

When did this happen?

Couple days ago.

We can generate a compatible
graft using your DNA,

but it'll take a few minutes.

I-I thought you were just
gonna give me some ointment,

or something.

No, I'm afraid this is a
little beyond ointment.

Shift!

Two, three, shift!
Hold on! One more.

Two, three, shift!

Okay, wait!

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Nice.

We've gotta get
down on the floor.

At the count of three, we tilt.

Okay... one, two, three, tilt!

- -That was a shift.
- -It was a tilt.

Let's just try it again.

One, two three, tilt!

You got it?

Almost.

- -I got it! I got it!
- -Oh, good, good!

- -Okay...
- -Okay...

Now just give me like a sec...

There.

In a few days, that'll
regenerate and be fully healed.

Something wrong?

No. Everything's fine.

I'm gonna give you
something for the pain.

Oh, this won't hurt a bit.

Good.

Damn...

Doc says he'll let you
know when he's ready.

Is anyone else back yet?

- -Yes, I believe...
- -Hey, we have to go.

Now!

One, three, please respond.

How severely did you injure
the men who attacked you?

I was pretty thorough.

And the doctor?

Oh, he's just unconscious,
but that's not the point.

For some reason, the DNA
scan he ran flagged me.

How about the reason being
you're a wanted criminal?

I'm sure there are a
lot of wanted criminals

on that station.

We have to go.

One, three, we have
a situation here.

We need you to get back to
the ship immediately.

Please respond.

Given the circumstances,

perhaps we should consider
leaving them behind.

We can't.

Three made it clear that
he intended to go his own way.

He's all talk.

Besides, if he was
actually going to leave,

he would have made a
bigger deal about it.

Subtle he is not.

And what if they
sold the weapons

and decided to keep the
money for themselves?

No, no.

Three, maybe. Hell, probably.

But one? No way.

He may not have had a choice.

He could've been deceived,
or rendered unconscious,

perhaps even killed.

One, three, this is two.
Please respond.

God! There's gotta
be another way!

I think they're weakening.

Okay, just hang on.

- -Hang on.
- -Just one more.

Hang on, hang on.
Just let me catch my...

It's been a pleasure
doing business with you.

There's just one more thing
I need to take care of.

Something the matter?

One, three, answer me.

What is that?

It's the space station's
security alarm.

Oh, damn it...

Get us out of here.

I'll prepare the coordinates
for a jump to ftl.

G 0! We gotta go!

Is everyone here?!

We're already on our way, one.

We noticed.

Why the hell weren't
you answering your comms?!

We were gonna leave without you.

W-We lost them.

How?!

How much did you
get for the weapons?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Where are they?

They're gone. We were...

Jumped, by half a dozen men.

Yeah, he got knocked out,
played dead.

So I took the rest on myself.

I was doing all right, too,
until the seventh guy,

he... snuck up behind me,
clocked me right in the head,

I went down.

We lost our comms
and all the guns.

Is that really how it happened?

More or less.

I... couldn't see everything
because I was down on the floor.

Yeah...

With my... eyes closed.

Hmph

yeah, as much as I'd love to
hear the rest of this story,

we got more important
things to do...

Like getting the
hell outta here.

Jumping to ftl.

Jace corso.

I was wondering
when you'd show up.

Don't call me that.

No? Hmm. What do you prefer?

One.

One. Okay, one.

What can I do for you?

How about you tell me
why you covered for me?

Why didn't you tell them
what really happened

at the space station?

How do you think the rest
of the crew will react

when they find out that
you're an impostor?

And that you're most
probably the guy who screwed

with all of our memories?

I didn't screw with
anyone's memories.

Can't be sure though, can you?

People are gonna
make educated guesses.

And when they do...

Hmm.

What do you think?

They gonna stuff you in
the airlock and space you?

They could abandon you
on a barren planet

to freeze your ass off.

Or I'm thinking maybe...

What do you want?

I just want your
support moving forward.

Crew votes, debates,
lunch decisions.

You follow my lead.

From here on in,
we agree to agree.

Hey.

Hey.

We should talk about what
happened on the space station.

That's okay.

I really think...

I don't wanna talk about it.

What's wrong with her?

Nothing.

She's perfectly normal.

Which is a problem on this ship.

So, I've been doing the
math in my head

and correct me if I'm wrong,
but... we managed to refuel,

but didn't have time to effect
repairs or resupply and restock.

We lost the weapons, so we
didn't get anything for 'em.

We sold the other stuff and
did get money for 'em,

but it was confiscated
at the casino?

So, bottom line:
We're worse off than

we were 24 hours ago.

We also missed an opportunity
to do some research

while we had access to the
station's information hub.

Maybe next time.

Yeah.

For now, we're back
to square one,

and our pasts remain a mystery.

The fallout
from the assassination of

emperor ishida tatsuyo
continues to be felt

throughout c sector,
as forces from the

principality of zairon
and the neighboring

republic of pyr remain
on war footing.

Several multi-corps have
dispatched destroyers

to the disputed region to
safeguard transit passages.

Representatives of the galactic
authority say they will offer

humanitarian aid to refugees
fleeing the area, but thus far,

have characterized
the standoff as

“a regional conflict between
two independent territories“

and dismissed the possibility
of direct military involvement.

Meanwhile, the search continues
for emperor ishida's murderer,

purported to be his own son,
crown prince ishida ryo.

Since the emperor's death, the
crown prince has been implicated

in the deaths and disfigurements
of almost one hundred people.

He is on the run and is
considered, armed, unstable,

and extremely dangerous.