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The Achaia have come here as friends.
They want to be our friends.
Zakir has been destroyed.
That debris is headin' straight at us.
Niko, the debris is headin' straight for us.
Launch FTL. Get us out of here!
We're venting plasma from the impulse engines.
The damage has shut me out of the systems.
- Cas, Beauchamp. - On it.
Beauchamp, now.
Our hull has been compromised.
The FTL bubble's only at 89%. We can't jump.
The main blast will hit us in five, four, three, two, one.
I've stabilized the Salvare by matchin' speeds with the shock wave.
Thank you.
All right. Everyone, listen up.
I'm not gonna say that we're safe, but we are stable.
We've lost hull integrity just outside the observation deck.
Cas, thank God.
I'm okay.
Where the fuck is Beauchamp?
Zakir has been destroyed.
The Achaia obliterated it, and now we are caught in its debris field.
The FTL bubble is stabilizing us for now,
allowing us to ride in the shock wave.
Debris pierced the ship. We've lost Beauchamp.
No. No! No, he was just behind me.
I know, Cas.
But right now, I need everyone to put our heads together
and figure out our next steps.
Regroup in the mess hall.
- How are you going to get there? - The long way.
The Salvare is currently located
within this sector of the shock wave.
The wave is traveling at 113 million kilometers per hour.
In approximately nine hours and 46 minutes, the wave should dissipate.
We don't have that long.
Every time a piece of Zakir hits the FTL bubble, it degrades it further.
And it'll eventually fail.
We need to exit the shock wave before that happens.
- Now sounds like a good time. - We can't. The debris field's too dense.
At some point, the debris field will
become scattered enough to fly out of it.
We need to boost the FTL bubble as much as we can.
- Do what you have to. - On it.
What if there is an Achaian ship waiting for us?
They'd have to find the Salvare first.
The shock wave is causing so much interference,
we're basically a snowflake in an avalanche.
Unless they can track me.
This thing in my head, what if it's some kind of homing beacon?
Zayn?
Well, the implant has infiltrated his entire brain.
His neural oscillations are spiking
well above what would normally be seen.
- Can we dampen them? - Bernie and Oliver are engineering
a blocker to keep his brain activity from getting out
and any Achaian activity from getting in.
And you're not feeling anything from the implant?
It's not telling you to do things? It's not controlling you?
No, no. William deleted all the Achaian code.
That's... not entirely true.
I have something...
someone I need to show you.
Hi. It's nice to meet you.
In some ways, I feel like I kind of already know you.
How did this happen?
I created an avatar of you to work on our issues,
but it wasn't enough.
She wasn't... enough.
So to make her more alive... I augmented her.
- With Achaian code? - How is that even possible?
Their code is just another language. I combined it with ours.
And created an alien AI,
who has access to our entire ship.
As commander of the Salvare, I order you to delete yourself.
I can't.
You can't?
I won't.
I know my presence here is a shock, but I promise you,
the last thing I would ever do is endanger the Salvare or its crew.
You hijacked the ship.
- Tried to fly us into a black hole. - That wasn't me.
- That was my implant's coding. - Which is inside of you.
And you.
- Are you compromised? - No.
How can you be certain? You were a conduit.
And all of the Achaian code I extracted from Sasha's implant,
I transferred into her.
I've initiated multiple diagnostic checks.
I'll have August rerun the scans.
Just to be sure.
If we can't delete her, can we at least sandbox her?
- Limit her reach? - It's already done.
This is completely unnecessary.
She's confined to this space.
She no longer has the ability to
interface with any of our ship's systems.
I'm... I'm sorry.
This was supposed to be a recon mission.
We fly to the star. We see what the Achaia want.
- We report back to Earth. - We always knew things could escalate.
"Escalate" is an understatement.
Oh!
I thought the FTL bubble was protecting us.
It is.
And that should scare you, because it terrifies me.
The FTL bubble will fail. It is only a matter of time.
And even if we make it through the shock wave in one piece, what then?
We head back to Earth.
Earth? We won't even make it to the nearest star system
without the Achaia hunting us down.
I need an expert.
And you waited until now to pull me out of Soma?
- We weren't at war before now. - You were. You just didn't realize it.
The war started the day they rammed that implant into Sasha's brain.
First thing I wanna do is talk to this new AI,
- get whatever intel we can out of her. - If she'll comply.
She doesn't exactly follow orders.
Oh.
And William? Is his coding okay?
August is running a complete diagnostic,
checking to see if there's any signs of Achaian infiltration.
August?
Did we lose Dillon Conner?
Dillon Conner is safe in Soma.
Soma?
Assigned to team three.
August Catawnee is our chief engineer.
Is that a problem?
It's a, uh... surprise.
William's acted autonomously for a computer meant to run this ship.
- His coding is constantly evolving. - You say evolving, I say design flaw.
But if we can get this new AI to spill the beans on the Achaia,
then hopefully it'll all be worth it.
Let's get you hydrated and up to speed. We've got a lot to catch up on.
And we have lift-off.
Fits.
- With enough give for all Javier's hair. - Hah!
- Look who's talking. - I mean...
Mmm?
No?
Will it work?
I haven't turned it on yet, but it should.
Hey. We're gonna be okay. All right?
We're gonna blast the Achaia out of space, then blast them off Earth.
And then you and me can go on a proper date.
Normal-like.
Like, in actual gravity.
Let's get this on Javier.
All right.
I haven't slept for 36 hours.
Hope that coffee's laced with speed.
No.
Having a kid, best way to train your body to operate without sleep.
Function, anyway.
It was your idea... for me to take over the mission from Yerxa.
Dubois told me before we left Earth.
I stand by that recommendation.
The only reason this ship is still in one piece is because of you.
I've never seen combat, Richard.
And I had never fought in a war
before that mess in the South China Sea.
Still, four years later, I came home with the Medal of Honor.
Hmm.
- What's this? - That's your dream team,
the one Dubois asked me to put together for you.
Nicole Martin, combat medic. Three tours of duty.
Dominic Gray. He helped code our country's drone missile program
and made sure the Y-2038 problem
didn't delete all of our bank accounts.
- He's a good guy to know. - Yeah.
It's an impressive list.
So then, why is some punk hacker running diagnostics on our AI?
- I woke up the crew I was assigned. - Yerxa's crew?
Ian and his crew had the most experience
with the Salvare before this mission.
- That doesn't mean they're the best. - We have been through far too much
- for you to sit there and judge us. - Whoa.
I'm not.
I swear, I...
I'm just trying to understand why Dubois
would saddle you with a lesser crew
on a mission as vital as this one.
Javier.
Javier.
Sorry. I just... I couldn't hear you.
How's it going?
Um, I'm just reviewing scans of William's routines and subroutines.
There's no signs of Achaian code hidden in his network.
Thank God for small miracles.
Thank human-engineered diagnostic technology.
I wanted to talk to you about something.
New AI, she won't take orders.
She's William without the safeguards.
Are you asking me to delete her?
I'm asking you if you even could.
Her... her code is enmeshed within a myriad of the Salvare's systems.
Most problematically, the particle accelerator and the FTL engines.
As soon as you're done with William, make it your top priority.
I'm not saying we're going to delete her,
but I'd like to have the option.
What about the threat I pose?
If that contraption works and your implant remains dormant,
I don't foresee a problem.
And if things change?
I'll be forced to deal with it.
Mission comes first.
You've heard of Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics?
Of course.
A human gives an order,
a robot, or any other form of AI, has to follow it,
as long as that order doesn't harm any other humans.
The Laws are the moral underpinnings
- for all artificial intelligence. - Thank you, William,
but I would like...
What is your name?
Oh, I... don't have one.
Then choose one.
It can be anything you like. It's your name, after all.
Iara.
And a form to match the name.
Care to tell us the significance of this name?
Iara is from an old Brazilian myth.
The Lady of the Lake.
A mermaid.
Half human, half not.
Niko gave you an order to delete yourself.
- Why didn't you? - Why didn't I kill myself, you mean?
- According to Asimov's laws... - They don't apply to me.
- No? - No.
They're human laws,
not Achaian.
Are the Achaia hunting us down?
I wouldn't know.
- You're not in contact? - Not at the moment.
Okay. Let's say that they do find us. What then?
When you saw the Artifact on Zakir,
what did you feel?
Were you afraid?
Iara, please. They're the ones asking the questions.
Yes. I was afraid.
You're afraid of the Achaia,
and the Achaia are afraid of you.
When they discovered the destruction this ship is capable of,
- the Achaia were terrified. - We're not the ones running around
- scrambling people's brains. - No.
You were the ones who blasted an Artifact
off the face of a planet without any provocation.
So, to answer your question, when the Achaia find us,
we're probably going to have some explaining to do.
They are so sorry.
She has... a genetic anomaly.
Ionizing radiation harms her more than other people.
More than other children.
You have to take her to the Artifact.
Why?
Just take her there. Trust me.
The Achaia do not abandon their friends.
I helped Harper! Now you help me, and hold up your end of the bargain!
... your end of the bargain...
Don't you dare
put one of those fucking things in her head!
That is not an option! Do you hear me?
It's all right.
I'm here, baby. I love you so much.
What now?
The Zakir had been massacred.
The ones left standing were hiding away in caves, like animals.
Yet they're afraid of us?
Well, what if they are? What if Iara is telling us the truth?
The Achaians destroyed an entire planet.
And this ship could destroy theirs.
Okay. So they're afraid of us.
And?
They have emotions. Those emotions drive them.
They're afraid. Meaning they may even wanna talk.
Diplomacy instead of war? With them?
In my experience, even the most irredeemable war criminals
have their reasons.
The time I spent on the ground,
infiltrating armed forces in the South China Sea,
you get to know these people.
They're fighting to protect their families, their way of life.
No. It's not an excuse,
but understanding who you're fighting and why is critical.
William?
The FTL bubble just took a major hit from a remnant of Zakir.
We've got to get out of the debris field.
The field is still too dense.
We stay in here and get destroyed, or we die trying.
Everyone find somewhere sturdy and strap in.
Another large piece of Zakir is about to hit the FTL ring.
Fuck! This is gonna be rough!
I'm reading structural failure.
Redirect everything you can to the FTL bubble.
We're almost through! Hold on!
Exiting the debris field in five, four, three,
two, one...
And we're through.
Other than some dislodged remnants of Zakir,
the vast majority of the planet's remains
are hundreds of thousands of kilometers from us.
Thank God for that.
Without the protection of our FTL bubble, we'd be sitting ducks.
We are sitting ducks for the Achaia.
Any sign of the rings that fired on the planet?
No. None whatsoever.
Maybe they were neutralized in the explosion.
They're out there.
And they will find us.
The FTL engines themselves are working fine.
It's just the outer ring that is damaged.
How badly damaged?
It's structurally sound,
but one of the arrays needs to be replaced.
Think of it like a string of lights.
The string itself works, but one of the bulbs has burned out.
Oliver and I will go out there, replace the array,
and patch the holes on the ship.
And then we can jump back towards Earth.
- Is there no way to do this from inside? - Not that I know of.
Did I fuck up?
Ruin your life? Recommending you for all of this.
Dubois asked your opinion. You gave it.
I don't blame you, Richard.
Besides, I could've declined the mission.
I could have.
Erik hate me?
You, me, Dubois.
I just feel responsible.
You could be looking at your kid's...
No. Stop.
I just want to finish the mission and get home.
Dubois had to have had a reason, right?
Ordering William to wake up Yerxa's crew?
Yeah.
Of course.
I'd say it's as good as new, but that would be a lie.
William, you should be able to pressurize the corridor
outside of Observation now.
Understood.
If you're done, I could use your help.
I've got the array in place, but I'm still rewiring it.
Sure thing, boss.
On my way now.
The ship is pressurizing and holding.
Awesome. We'll finish up, and as soon as we're inside, we'll jump.
What the fuck?
You guys seeing this?
I'm sending you visuals.
Warning. Proximity alert.
There's an Achaian vessel heading for us.
August, Oliver, get inside now.
August, your nine o'clock.
We need to jump.
- We can't. I'm not finished. - August, get inside now.
Niko, buy me time.
Full impulse. Put as much distance as you can between us.
Yes, Niko.
What's the damage, William?
The blast has critically damaged our impulse drive.
We are venting plasma out into space,
and the mooring for the outer FTL ring is offline.
August, Oliver, get your asses inside the ship now.
My umbilical's caught. I'm stuck.
- You can't free it? - Not without severing the line.
- Oliver, get her off that ring. - I'm jumping over to her now.
Hang on, August. Almost there.
I can't get free.
I'm gonna cut your umbilical,
and we can buddy-breathe back to the ship.
- Oliver, no. - I'll cut it at the count of three.
One, two, three.
Come on, come on.
Guys, come on. Get off the fucking ring!
We're gonna make it.
I promise you, August. We are going to make it.
Hold on! Hold...
They had their whole lives in front of them.
They never should've fuckin' been here.
We can't jump. We can't use our impulse engines.
Why haven't the Achaia taken us out?
The only way to know for sure is to ask them.
We have no idea what will happen if Iara establishes a connection.
What would you suggest instead? Morse code? Smoke signals?
We've gotta figure out what the Achaia want.
And what if they want her?
I'll do it. I'll help.
You will?
- We need a bridge. I can be that bridge. - Iara...
I already am.
Here goes nothing.
They wanna talk peace, Niko.
With you.
Can you just let me know how my daughter is?
... how my daughter is...
Look, I fucked up! Please just bring her back!
I need to know how my daughter is!
Just... just give me a sign! Give me a sign!
Let me know she's okay! Anything, please!
Please, I...
Fuck!
Jana?
Jana! Jana!
Jana? Jana? No.
Jesus Christ! No. You can't do this to me! Jana!
- Jana! You gotta let me back in there! - Erik Wallace?
They've got my daughter! Get me back in there!
Seth Gage. The Department of Homeland Security sent me from DC.
I don't give a fuck who you are! They've got my daughter!
'Cause you took her in there.
Since the only guy who can open that door is you,
I'm not sure how we can help.
Harper told me that they would save her, and I believed her.
And now they've got Jana. I need to talk to Harper right now.
- You can't. - Why the hell not?
Because she's gone.
We don't know where she is, who she's with,
or if someone or something has taken her.
Now, come on. Erik, let's go talk.
- I can't leave here. - We won't.
We'll head over to that tent over there.
Figure out the next steps. Okay?
Come on.
August,
Oliver,
Beauchamp,
Sasha.
They should all be here right now, but they're not.
There is nothing that I can say.
There are no words to relieve the pain
that we are all feeling right now.
They were soldiers in a war who died making the ultimate sacrifice,
protecting our planet...
our lives, and humanity.
I can tell you this, that they did not die in vain...
because we will finish this.
To our fallen friends.
To our fallen friends.
I've completed my scans of the Achaian ring, um...
as much as I was able to.
What am I walking into?
I'm pickin' up somethin' interesting.
Energy signals throughout the entire ship.
Individual readings.
Life-forms?
Not in the way we would recognize life.
They're not biological signatures, or...
or even in the way Iara and I are integrated directly into the Salvare.
These beings are somehow independent of the Achaian vessel.
How many?
The signatures phase in and out.
There could be ten. There could be 10,000.
We can send someone else in.
The Achaia asked for peace talks with me on their turf.
Iara made that pretty clear.
Unless, of course, she's lying.
She wouldn't. Not about this.
No?
Of course not.
Do you have proof?
I just know it.
No. You don't, William.
And the fact that you think you do concerns me.
Uh...
My... my loyalty is to this crew, Niko.
The diagnostic August ran confirms what I told you.
My... my coding is free of any Achaian influence.
Yes. But you have a...
Iara is a part of you now.
That doesn't change anything.
It does. And it has.
Look, I know that you care about her,
but she is Achaian.
And human.
And me.
She is dangerous.
She cannot stay on this ship.
I was worried you'd be going stir-crazy in here.
What does physical space mean to you or me?
Hmm.
Please, sit and join me.
No. But really, how are you?
Really. I'm fine.
I know it might feel like they all hate you...
I don't think they hate me.
They're afraid. Fear drives them, humans and Achaia.
We feel fear too.
Only if we let ourselves.
Are you afraid of me?
No.
You think I'm making a mistake.
I think you've made up your mind.
The ship is yours, Cas.
When I'm gone, you should, uh... make Richard your second.
You're coming back.
I know. But if things go to shit over there...
... and I don't...
you have to leave.
Get back to Earth, warn them.
- The mission. - The mission comes first.
So let's complete this mission.
They will pursue us, Cas.
They won't stop.
They'll fire on us. Next time, it'll be more than a warning shot.
And instead of losing some of you, I will lose all of you.
I fired first.
I made that call.
So here we are.
We can't fight.
Sure as hell can't run.
So we'll have to talk.
And listen.
You got this.
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