All language subtitles for S01E06 - Seek-Locate-Destroy

Public Address:
Attention, please. This is planet Centero
communications base control.

Routine robot surveillance is now in operation.

[SLAP OF CABLE AGAINST WALL]

[ELECTRICAL EXPLOSION]

I'm down and safe. I'm somewhere inside the
main complex. Is Vila ready?

- Hold on, just checking.
- Are you ready?

Tell him I've just worked out a completely new strategy.
It's called running away.

- He's ready.
- Put him down.

Stand by.

Come on, Vila!

Ready? I'm putting him down now.

[TELEPORTER WHINE]

Vila! Over here.

- Where are we?
- Shhh, no noise.

There's a security robot patrolling the area.
We're in the outer compound.

Top security section should be back that way.
Stay close to me and keep your head down.

Why don't I stay here and keep watch?

Come on.

That must be the way in. Can you open those gates
or are we going to have to climb them?

You won't get over it.
That'll have every detector device you can imagine.

I'll need a closer look at the locking system.

All right, I'll keep watch.

[BANG]

[ROBOT DRONE]

Vila, take cover.

Vila!

Vila?

- Has it gone?
- How did you get in there?

There isn't a lock I can't open
if I'm scared enough.

Are you scared enough for that one?

What do you think?

How does it work?

Anybody authorised to go through the gate has a
physio-psycho pattern registered in the central computer.

When he wants to go through, this scans him
and feeds the reading back to the computer.

All you’ve got to do is intercept the
feedback from the computer.

You stand in front and I'll press the scan button.

Retrieval system, no record, refusal signal, now.

Nice going.

- Any very talented person could have done it.
- Come on.

Hello there! How are you?

Excuse me wandering about your premises
but I wonder if you can help me?

I'm an escaped prisoner. I was a thief but recently
I've become interested in sabotage,

in a small way you understand, nothing too ambitious,
I hate vulgarity, don't you?

Anyway, I've come to blow something up.
What do you think will be most suitable?

[THUD]

Blake, don't leave me!

Oi!

Oh, you gave me such a shock, you did.

All you’ve got to do with these is find a
metal surface and they'll stick fast.

- Right.
- They're taking too long.

That's the trouble with heroics.
They seldom run to schedule.

They’ll find it. There's not going to be a sign
up there saying "This way to the cipher room".

- They may need help.
- I think so, too.

- They would have called in.
- Avon's right.

I usually am.

Blake says wait, so we wait.

Stand still!
Vila, get his gun.

All right, all of you.
Over there, against the wall, quickly!

Jenna, we found it.
Stand by.

Phase one is now complete.

Get an absolute locator fix on my signal.
As soon as you're set, put them down.

Right.

It had better be right. A fraction out and you could
put us down in the middle of the security barracks.

Don't tempt me.
Blake, can you give me a voice check?

Reading out. One, two, three, four. One, two...

Right, that's it, got it. Locked on.

Ready?

Good luck.
I'm putting them down now.

[TELEPORTER WHINE]

- Do you know what you're looking for?
- Yes.

- All the equipment here?
- All here.

Down and safe.
Well done, Jenna.

Vila, back down to the entrance.
Keep the door covered.

Cally, Gan.
Find somewhere to hold the prisoners.

Cally, you stay with them Gan, when you've
started setting charges come back in here.

Right.

- Blake! This is it.
- You're sure?

It's been updated since the last one I saw,
but it's still the same basic instrument.

- You're absolutely positive?
- Yes.

Good, disconnect it.

Move on. Stand facing those racks.

And keep your hands up.

Can you handle it, Cally?

Now then.
Don't move.

- I've set the charges down the corridor.
- All right, set a couple in here.

Two? One would be sufficient.

I want total destruction so nothing can be recognised.

If they sort through the debris and
find the cipher machine is missing,

all they’ll do is change their code
and we'll have wasted our time.

Way over there.

Gan.

[TIMER WHIRRING]

[ALARM]

That's done it!
Gan, watch the door.

How are you doing?

The main holders are released
but I still can't get it free.

It's secured by something that I
can't quite fathom. Gan!

You better stand back.

Avon, keep an eye on the door.

Come on, Gan, hurry it up, hurry up.

- Cally?
- What?

I've just been spotted. The alarms are ringing.
I thought you ought to know.

I thought I told you not to move.

What are you doing here?
What do you think?

Lock the door!

Get down, both of you.

- How are you doing?
- I've broken two connections, just two to go.

You've got one minute left. Stand by, Jenna,
we may have to get out of here very fast.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Come on, get her!

Right, you watch her.
You three come with me.

Public Address:
Attention, please. This is base control, red alert!

All security personnel to report
to number one command post immediately.

Got it!

Right, everything into the bags.

Jenna, stand by to bring us up in
about twenty seconds.

Now!

So you got it.

It was close though.

Too close. Another few seconds
we'd have all been blown up.

Well, it wasn't my fault.

Well, whose fault was it? I thought you
were supposed to guard the corridor.

You were supposed to disconnect that thing,
not rely on Gan tear to it loose with his teeth.

All right, all right, now calm down. Are you
sure this is it? It doesn't look like much.

Zen, retaliation status report.

Detectors confirm massive launch of long range
interceptor rockets. They have locked on to
Liberator's course and are in pursuit.

How long before we outrun them?

Battle computers estimate seven hours to
outrange interceptor tracking systems.

Maintain optimum evasive strategy.

Battle computers confirm,
optimum evasion strategy committed.

So that all communication between Federation
units is sent by hyperspace sub-beam.

That originates here and here.

All messages are converted into zeta three
particles and then scrambled.

They in their turn become an unbreakable code.

Unbreakable unless you have one of those.

As soon as I get this linked into our
communications set up,

we should be able to read
every message that the Federation puts out.

Any sign of the interceptors?

We picked up a whole flock of 'em.
But we should outrun them in seven hours.

It's almost too easy, isn't it?

A lot can happen in seven hours so I
suggest we get back to business.

Avon, I want you to make a start with that.
Cally can help you.

Where is Cally?
Anybody see where she went?

Has anybody seen her since
she came back on board?

- I haven't seen her.
- Neither have I.

Then she's still down there.
We've got to get back.

- We can't. The interceptors.
- We can't just leave her there!

Blake, listen. If she didn't come back up, then she was
in the building when the charges blew. She's dead.

And anyway, the place will be crawling with
security forces by now. They'll be on full alert.

We'd never even get through their interceptors.

If you turn this ship round,
you will kill all of us.

Which is why the President has asked me
to come here personally;

to express his own very grave
concern over this matter.

The destruction of the communications
centre has far reaching political consequences.

Controllers from some of the Outer Planets,
whose loyalty to the Federation is

delicately balanced, have been openly critical
of the Administration's defence system.

There are even one or two radical voices that
speak of withdrawal from the Federation.

My department has done all in it's power to
suppress information about Blake and his actions;

there is a total blackout on all reports
concerning him but still the stories get out.

They spread by word of mouth, whispers, rumour.
Each time the story is told it is elaborated upon.

Any damage to the Federation
is attributed to Blake.

The smallest incident is exaggerated out of all
proportion until it becomes a major event.

Blake is becoming a legend. His name is a
rallying call for malcontents of all persuasions.

He must be stopped.

Gentlemen, I share the President's grave concern.

And I am aware of the danger should
Blake become a legend.

But let us keep this matter in its
correct perspective.

It is true that Blake has command of a superb
space vehicle, but he is just a man,

backed by a handful of criminals, and that is all.
He is not invulnerable, nor is he superhuman.

He is just a man, who has been extremely
lucky to evade capture so far.

With respect, Supreme Commander,
we are aware of the facts.

They are simply that with all the resources
that the Federation can call upon,

this one vulnerable, lucky man
is still free to cause havoc.

You have some criticism of my handling of
this matter, Secretary Rontane?

Not at all, I hoped merely to convey the concern
shown by the President when he briefed me for this visit.

It would be very helpful to all of us if you could indicate
what action you will now be taking against Blake.

Very well, Councillor Bercol.

You may tell the President that I am appointing a Space
Commander to take absolute control of this matter.

He will be exclusively concerned to seek, locate,
and destroy Blake.

Oh, excellent, excellent.

May we know the officer's name?

Yes, you may.
Space Commander Travis.

I understood that Travis had been suspended
from duty pending an inquiry into the massacre
of the civilians on the planet Auros.

And I have satisfied myself that Travis
acted correctly in this matter.

The civilian deaths on Auros were unavoidable.

Uh, there are other incidents on his record,
um, unfortunate incidents.

He has caused the Administration some
political embarrassment in the past.

In dealing with even minor insurrections,
he has been overzealous?

Oh, don't be afraid of the word, Secretary.
Ruthless. Committed.

He does his duty as he sees it,
and he sees it clearly.

He has no time for the dirty grey
areas of your politics.

I'm sure you're right, and of course the appointment
is made on your judgement and your responsibility.

Responsibility is something I have
never evaded, Secretary.

May I then tell the President that you are
confident that the Blake problem will be solved, soon?

You may tell him to prepare a statement
announcing that Blake has been eliminated.

Thank you for your reassurances,
Supreme Commander.

Goodbye.

A safe journey back to Earth.

Where is space commander Travis?
He was due here one hour ago.

His ship is locked into the station's flight grid.
He will dock at precisely 18:23.

Good.

Your time is running out, Blake.
Your time and your luck.

There's nothing you could have done.
It wasn't your fault.

And whose fault was it?
I should have checked.

- Cally wasn't a child.
- Wasn't she?

She knew the risks. She accepted them.
She even welcomed them.

She was ashamed to go back to her own
people because she had survived when the
rest of the freedom fighters were massacred.

Well, that wasn't her fault.

Shame like hers is an emotion, Jenna.
It isn't rational.

Exactly, and so is guilt like yours.
That's not rational, either.

It's ironic, isn't it? She was the only one of
us who wasn't a convicted criminal.

She convicted herself.
You can't live like that.

You've got to make peace with yourself, Blake,
if you want to survive.

How are you coming with that?

The primaries are hooked into the main
instrumentation, I just have to link up to a read out.

Attention: Liberator is now out of range of the
interceptor's scanning systems.

Detectors indicate the rockets have
begun to self destruct.

Put in a course for the planet listing K-14.

Course laid in.

That's a Federation repair and supply base, isn't it?

Yes, for their deep space cruisers.

Are we going to attack it?

One for Cally.
Because I want to survive.

Yes?

Space commander Travis' ship has just docked.

Have him report to me immediately.
No, have him wait outside until I send for him.

Come in.

Central Intelligence transmitted the records
you asked for, ma'am. I have the micro tapes.

Thank you, Rai Leave them there.

I am told that Travis is docked.

So I understand.

May I speak, Supreme Commander?

Yes, of course.
But why so formal, Rai?

What can be so important that we can't discuss
it in a more relaxed way? Oh, Rai, come here.

Rai, I thought we were old friends.

I value our friendship a great deal.

Yes. Well?

Senior echelon officers all know that
Travis is coming.

But I've made no secret of it.

Is it wise? They know that he has been
stripped of his rank and authority.

That he has no status now and that he stands
a good chance of being dismissed of service.

Rai, Space Commander Travis
is the subject of a military inquiry.

He was ordered to suppress an attack on Auros.

The man is a butcher. He continued with
his attack after the total surrender.

The death toll was horrifying.

Travis is an advocate of total war.
He carries out his orders with meticulous thoroughness.

An enemy does not cease to be an enemy
simply because it has surrendered.

That's the philosophy of an assassin,
not a Federation officer.

There are those among your officers who will not
serve with Travis or take orders from him.

And you may tell them whoever they are
that Space Commander Travis' rank and
authority have been fully restored by my order.

I have also appointed him Senior Executive
Officer of this station. Is that clear?

Yes, Supreme Commander.

Let them know, too, that any lack of co operation,
any hesitation in responding to an order,
will be treated as mutiny.

Let them know I have said this.
Dismissed!

[COMMUNICATOR CHIME]

Yes?

It's Commander Travis.

I told him he was to wait but he just pushed
past me. He's on his way up I tried to stop him.

Very well.

Space Commander, it is good to see you.

Your aide said I was to wait.
He was obviously mistaken.

He doesn't realise the urgency of the matter.

These are your orders?

Destroy Blake.

Depend on it.

- It's working.
- Well done.

Now let's see how well.
Jenna, see if you can isolate the Federation's signal beam.

That's it.

Now, feed that into the cipher control
and there it is.

Well done, Avon.

Under the circumstances, it would have
been a great pity if it hadn't worked.

Gan, basic unscrambler.

What are you getting?

Just routine movement orders,
statistical information.

I'll rig a selective data link into
their battle computers,

it'll be useful background information.

We should monitor what we're getting,
we'll need a rota of some sort.

Yeah, good idea. We should know more about
the Federation than the president.

I presume there's a recall record?

It's all going on to micro tape.

You've done a good job, Avon.
Thank you.

At least I'll know what the Federation is planning.
Just a minute.

Something?
A message beamed into Centero.

But we've just destroyed their
communications base.

They're using emergency frequencies.

What's the message?

Some flight clearance Priority space way for
a ship going in from Space Headquarters.

The Supreme Commander requests all personnel
give maximum cooperation to the incoming officer.

Does it give his name?

Space Commander Travis.

- Travis?
- Do you know him?

I thought he was dead.
I was sure I'd killed him.

Stop!
What are these men doing here?

I didn't think it would matter if we made
a start on clearing up the worst of the damage.

My orders were that nothing was to be
touched in this room, nothing. Get out. Out!

Go through the sequence of events.

- From the beginning, sir?
- Naturally.

Well, two armed men came through the door.

From the description you've given me,
one of them was certainly Blake.

Go on.

Well, we were made to stand against the wall.

Then a minute later,
three more of them just appeared.

Appeared?

Well, materialised, sir. My men and I were
taken out by a man and a girl.

It was the girl who kept us prisoner in the
equipment store.

We overpowered her,
the demolition charges went off, sir.

Well, we were lucky to get out alive.

How long were Blake and his men in here?

Five, ten minutes, not more.

Five or ten minutes? They could have set
demolition charges in thirty seconds.

What were they doing in that extra time?

Perhaps they had trouble
getting them to work, sir.

And why did they take you and
your men out of here?

I suppose they thought it was safer
with us out of the way.

No. There's something missing.
I'm missing something.

Do you still have the original
construction plans for this room?

They'll be on record, sir.

And detailed diagrams of all the circuits?

Yes.

Good I'm sending in a forensic team.
I want a full catalogue of every item in this room.

But, sir.

Everything must be accounted for.

But, sir well, that could take months,
sir, if it's possible at all.

Prell, if I were you I'd make it possible.
I want that catalogue in twenty hours.

Sir.

[COMMUNICATOR CHIME]

Yes? Right!

What is it?

They found something, under the rubble.
I think you'd better come along.

- Where is it?
- It's over there, sir

It's the girl who was holding us prisoner, sir

- Is she dead?
- I'll check, sir.

We found this, sir.

- Sir?
- Hmm.

She's alive.

- You, get a medical squad. Move!
- Yes, sir.

She'll pull through all right, sir, she's lucky.

No, we are.
Her luck ran out when she didn't die.

The medics are to give her emergency treatment
and put her into a life support capsule.

I take off for the space station in one hour.

Right, sir.

Shouldn't you rest now?

Is this all the information we have on Blake?

I checked with Intelligence personally.
It's all there.

Have you approved my requisitions
for personnel and equipment?

The ships you want, the Starburst class,
I'm not sure I can get them.

What?!

They've only built three of them so far, and they've
already been assigned to the Galactic 8th Fleet.

Well, get them reassigned to you.

Look, from what we already know about Blake's ship,
it's vastly superior to anything we've got.

If I'm to stand even a reasonable chance
of taking him, I need those three high range pursuit ships.

You'll have them.

What about my crew?

- Already assigned.
- Why mutoids particularly?

Why mutoids? I've always thought that individuals
with a high bionic rebuild were more reliable,

less likely to let emotion interfere
with judgement or duty.

I give a mutoid priority over a man every time.
Or perhaps it's this that gives me a fellow feeling.

Does it still trouble you?

Not in the way you mean.
The surgical mechanics did a perfect refit.

I had the Weaponry Division make a few adaptations.

They built in a laseron destroyer,
more powerful than any sidearm.

No, the hand is fine, better than the original.

It only troubles me because it's a constant
reminder that the man who caused it is still alive.

- Blake. That's why I choose you.
- Oh?

I've read all the reports, of course.
But none of them said what happened.

None of them explained about your face.

What about my face?
It was patched up by a field medic.

Man saved my life.

But why did you never let the
surgeons finish the job?

What are you suggesting, cosmetic surgery?

I'm a field officer, not one of your
decorative staff men.

You're certainly not decorative.

- You find it repulsive?
- I find it unpleasing.

- But memorable.
You wouldn't mistake me for anyone else.
- Hardly

Neither will Blake.

Even after all this time, he'll know me, and
remember what happened at our first meeting.

Tell me.

It was quite early on.

Blake had only been involved with the dissidents for
a short while, but he already had a following.

He organised some attacks against
some of our political rehabilitation centres.

Released some of the prisoners who were having
indoctrination treatment.

I was assigned to deal with the matter.
We got information that Blake was planning another raid.

We knew the location of the meeting point.
I made my plans well in advance.

The group had arranged to meet in a
sub-basement. There were about thirty of us.

I was very particular about security.

I had our people watch the entrances and exits for a
full 24 hours before we were supposed to meet.

No Federation forces came anywhere near the place.
I was absolutely sure that we were safe.

That night we were assembled and about to begin,

and Travis and his men
suddenly appeared from nowhere.

Didn't you post any guards?

Of course I did.
Travis was already there.

He'd been hiding in that basement
for more than two days.

We made no attempt to resist arrest.
There was no point, we had no chance.

I said to Travis, "We will offer no resistance"
And he just stared at me.

And then he ordered his men to open fire.
Everybody was diving for cover that wasn't there.

I managed to get a gun away from a guard,
and then I was hit in the leg.

But as I went down, I saw Travis.
And I fired.

I saw him fall.
I was sure I'd killed him.

What happened then?

They did a memory erase on me,
set up a show trial, had me confess,

made me explain that I had been misled,
that my political ideas were mistaken.

Enough people believed me.
The whole resistance movement collapsed.

After that the Federation kept me around
as a reformed character,

a sort of ideal model citizen exhibit.

Of course, I didn't know that at the time.

No, it's only since almost exactly the same
thing has happened again.

that the memory erase has
begun to fade and I can remember.

Do you remember enough to
recognise Travis again?

The man who killed twenty of my friends?
Oh, yes I'll recognise him.

What is her condition?

There's some superficial bruising, a slight respiratory
problem, other than that she's virtually unharmed.

There's really no need for her to
remain in the life support capsule.

No, she'll stay where she is for the moment.
It'll make her more responsive to interrogation later.

She's not yet well enough to submit to
intensive questioning. She must have rest.

Yes, thank you very much indeed, Doctor, you are
relieved of your responsibility for the prisoner.

She is now the property the "concern'
of the interrogation division.

We’ll want to know about Blake,
the ship, his crew, his plans.

Your words are meaningless to me.
Who is Blake?

I think you'll remember, quite soon.

There may be a little pain, a little discomfort,
but you will remember.

I will tell you nothing.

I'll come back later. By that time you may
have answered my questions. You may begin.

What do you make of this, sir?

Where did you find it?

It was embedded in the wall.

Strange, it looks like part of the inner workings,

and yet the surface scoring would suggest that
it was exposed at the time of the explosion.

Hmm.

Check its code number.

Fourteen twenty nine.

Fourteen twenty nine, relay boost,
prime link is to component fourteen thirty.

What have we salvaged for that classification?

Nothing.

- Nothing?
- Not a fragment.

Of course, it's obvious, obvious.

What is it?

Priority message to Space Commander Travis.

Delivery by Category One courier.
Message begins:

thorough check of salvaged material reveals
no trace of parts used in manufacture of
component fourteen thirty.

It is virtually certain, therefore, that the instrument
was removed before the explosion Component...

Blake got the cipher machine.

He's able to read everything we transmit.
Forward planning movements, security, everything.

That's right.

I must advise Central Security.
We have to introduce a new code system immediately.

No. If the code system is changed,
Blake will know we're on to him.

That's not important.
What matters is that our security is wide open.

Listen to me.
We know that Blake is reading us.

If we transmit a message in the normal,
routine way he'll intercept it, hmm?

What if that message was something he wanted to hear?

Something that we know would
bring him to a particular place.

A place where we would be waiting for him.

Exactly.

Blake, can you get down here fast?

What is it?

- This just came through on the cipher.
- Read it.

"Space Headquarters priority"

"Injured female prisoner taken after attack
on communications base planet Centero,"

"to be held for treatment and interrogation"

- She's alive.
- I knew she wasn't dead.

- No, you didn't.
- No, I didn't. I'm going to tell Gan.

"Treatment and interrogation"?
That doesn't sound too promising.

She's alive.
That's all that matters.

Zen, immediate course change.
Direct route to Centero speed standard by six.

Confirmed.

I want a repeat readout of everything in the
databanks concerning Centero.

The whole lot again.

Confirmed.

I want it now.

Blake, what are you planning?
What exactly have you got in mind?

I'm not sure yet.

We could make a really fast strike.
They wouldn't be expecting anything.

Oh, I admire your confidence.

Well, surprise is the only thing
we've got on our side.

Yes, well, however we do it, one way or
another we are gonna to get Cally out of there.

The banks have collated the required information
Liberator is turning onto new course heading, now.

Base Commander Escon reporting, sir.

Yes, Base Commander?

I've escorted the prisoner to the interrogation room,

and my men have been briefed to keep out
of sight until you give the signal.

Good. Blake is to get right inside the building
before anybody makes a move.

Understood, sir.

- Sit down, Base Commander.
- Thank you, sir.

How are your units deployed?

We have the whole area circled.

Squads on every roof, destructors with
wide firing spread around every wall.

Once they're inside there's no way
they're going to get out again.

Good. Space watch reports?

An unidentified ship entered our upper atmosphere
about an hour before you arrived.

- Blake's?
- We assume so.
- Why?

Because it came in close and then raced back out again.

Our guess is that it was doing a fast ground survey.

Seems reasonable.
Where is it now?

In fixed orbit, about a quarter of a million out.

Quarter of a million? They won't be able to use
their teleport at that range.

They'll have to come in closer.
And they can't do that without our knowing it.

Which leaves just one chance factor:
Exactly where they’ll teleport down.

The odds are against them being able to zero
in on the interrogation room.

- I think we have that beaten, too, sir
- Oh?

My research people have rigged up
the entire complex with an MSD.

- What?
- A molecular shift detector, sir

Apparently there's an enormous kinetic
potential set up by teleport communications.

A rough analogy would be the static
build up during an electrical storm.

Yes, well, I'm always grateful for a rough analogy.
What does it do?

It tells us exactly where and when they land.

It's perfect.

He still may not come.

Oh, he'll come. He wouldn't abandon the girl.
Not Blake.

- Right, it starts now. Get under cover.
- Sir.

Oh, and Base Commander, remember:
Blake is to get right inside the building.

Let him find me and the girl before anybody
makes a move. Is that clearly understood?

Understood, sir.

I hope you're not too uncomfortable.
It won't be long now.

You're wasting your time.
Blake will not risk his ship and his crew just for me.

I've studied that man till I know him
better than I know myself.

He has one reliable flaw: Loyalty.
He'll come for you I'll stake my life on it.

[COMMUNICATOR CHIME]

Yes?

No movement yet from Blake's ship.
Still holding fixed orbit.

- Let me know the minute it starts in.
- Yes, sir.

I'm sorry about this, but I don't want you doing
anything foolish like shouting out for help.

Now this won't hurt.

[ELECTROSTATIC DISCHARGE]

A trick I learned from you, Travis I got here first.
Take his gun, Cally.

Know this, your interrogators
caused me much suffering.

I should like a reason to kill you;
one small movement will be enough.

- I got her, Jenna Bring the ship to teleport range.
- On our way.

Now, Travis, your turn. You get in the chair.

Don't feel too badly, Travis.
After all, it was an ambush technique you devised.

You're not out of this yet.

Communicator:
Blake's ship is moving, coming in very fast.

We'll be leaving you in about three minutes.

I should use the time to think of an
excuse for your failure.

You'd better kill me, Blake.

Until one of us is dead, there'll never be a time
when I won't be right behind you.

If not you then somebody else.

Killing you'll change nothing.
You don't matter enough to kill, Travis.

Blake, get down!

[LASERON BLAST]

The door, Cally! They'll be coming.

- How long, Jenna?
- Ninety seconds.

Make it faster.

- They're coming!
- Get down.

[GUNFIRE]

[EXPLOSION]

- Take them!
- In teleport range now.

- It doesn't matter about me.
- We're bringing you up.

I order you to take them!

Don't stand there, you idiots!
Launch the interceptors!

[TELEPORT WHINE]

Welcome back.
We thought you'd decided to stay.

Bit close that time, Jenna.

Anyway, we're glad you are safe, aren't we?
Aren't we?

Yes, I'm glad you're all right.

Those interceptors will be lifting off any minute now.
Let's get on with it.

Gan, get the ship moving.
Full interceptor evasion.

Check Zen, battle computers to interceptor evasion.
Then take us out. Speed standard by six.

Your instructions are confirmed.
Speed is now standard by six.

Blake.

Thank you.

Too many of my friends are already dead, Cally.
I can't afford to lose another one.

Travis' gun

I’ll take that.

Run, Blake Run.

As far and as fast as you like.

I’ll find you. You can't hide from me.

I am your death, Blake.