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Previously on "The Ark"...

You're building a bioshelter farm on the ship! That's amazing.

All other doctors died in the event and I'm left to deal with

all these injured people.

-You work where on the ship? -Waste Management.

Alicia Nevins, you are now Chief Life Support.

I'm doing another EVA. To figure out what hit us.

There's crystal thing wedged in there.

-Glove's fingers are nearly off! -Get with Angus on the new element.

It's warning system in case we come within range of the element again.

We only have one engine.

-If it blows we're dead in the water. -We're just gonna have to push it.

I've seen your medical records. They're too perfect to be real.

There's something on ship you need to know about.

I will save this ship for one simple reason-- to save William Trust.

Now it's your duty to keep Trust safe.

3.2 earth weeks later

Okay, who wants to start with department briefs. Felix?

Oh, have little to report.

The crew seems to have settled down into a peaceful routine,

which frankly makes me nervous. -Dr. Kabir?

Has Med Bay seen a similar calm?

Dr. Kabir?

Yes?

Oh, uh, yes.

Uh, Med Bay is thankfully empty.

I've had a few minor work-related injuries come in.

Good. Engineering?

Shuttle repairs are complete and NEPS are up and running at 50%.

Oh, wait, wait. We won't get to Prox B for decades.

Don't worry. We'll run out of fuel before that.

I had to eject too much U-238 during the meltdown.

-How long do we have? -Why didn't I know?

Relax.

Alicia and I have already started looking for uranium 238,

we will find it, right, Alicia?

Uranium 238 is plentiful in the universe.

We're running a spectral analysis on every chunk of rock we pass en route.

So far, nothing, but I'm not worried yet.

If we don't find it soon,

we'll run out of fuel sometime in the next two weeks.

Let's stop flapping our lips and get back to searching, eh?

Okay, this meeting is adjourned, but before you guys go back,

Angus has a surprise for us in the mess.

-I'll man the bridge. -Let Cogner man the bridge.

Angus will want you in the mess hall.

No one peek under the napkins. Just take your seats.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to present, coming from Deck 3R,

from a long engagement in the world-famous bioshelter...

Things to do, places to be. Get on with it, Angus.

Right. I'm just trying to bring some humor.

Never mind.

I present to you all the first small harvest from the bioshelter.

You may remove your napkins.

-Wow. -This is just the start. We have lots more coming.

What? I want to savor every bite.

-Is there a problem with that? -No, not at all.

Oh, God, I forgot what real food tastes like.

-Right? -Right, well, you take your time savoring, Alicia.

Some of us have some uranium to search for.

Oh, I'll be with you in a few minutes, okay?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no. Not now.

Not now, not now.

THE ARK

Dr. Kabir, I brought you some food.

First time in weeks I've had second to put things where they belong.

You missed special treat. Angus shared his first harvest.

-I brought you some. -Thank you, Felix.

-Are you okay? -Yes, fine.

-You need to eat. -Really?

They didn't teach us that in medical school. I'm fine.

Just little stressed. Haven't been able to sleep.

-Get some sleep. -Why everyone keeps telling me to sleep?

You just said you're stressed because you haven't slept.

-There's too much to do. -There are no patients.

I'll watch the shop, call you when you're needed. Take the food. Go.

Now.

-Jelena. Jelena. -What? I'm trying to sleep.

-Did you see who I was with last night? -Get over yourself.

-I couldn't give a shit who you're sleeping with. -No.

-Did you see someone bring me? -I was asleep. Good-bye.

Shit.

Come on in.

-You wanted me to come by? -Have a seat.

You're wondering why you're here.

I feel like I've been called to principal's office.

-I asked you, I have the confession. -You do?

-I've been hiding contraband. -Contraband?

It's against the rules to bring any alcoholic beverages on an ark, but...

I guess Captain Lester was a rule-breaker.

Found that in her stash.

Well, Captain Lester had a good taste in Scotch.

I wouldn't know. I'm more of a Kentucky bourbon girl myself.

How dare you speak such blasphemy?

Mentioning Kentucky swamp juice in same room as bottle of Glenn Verbog.

I apologize. I didn't realize it was a religion to you.

I used to drink this stuff with my old man back in the days of NASA

before the whole world started falling apart.

-He was an astronaut. -Really?

Did he ever go anywhere off-world?

Yeah, he went to the moonbase a few times.

He died there, when the Eastern Federation sabotaged it.

Spencer, I'm sorry.

It was a long time ago.

It was reason I signed up for the GSA.

To continue what my old man was trying to do,

save humanity from itself and all that noble crap.

To noble crap. To your father.

Dr. Hall and I used to drink together, too.

Kentucky...

the whiskey whose name I shall not mention

in the same room as Glenn watchamacallit.

-Dr. Hall? -Yeah.

He was doctor that oversaw the cloning project

and responsible for me and my sister. -You must hate him.

Actually, he was the closest thing I ever had to a dad.

I miss him.

What happened to him?

Died. Sleeper Podbay 1.

-He was on this ark? -Yep.

He's probably why I'm on it, too, though he never admitted

to having anything to do with it.

Well, to Dr. Hall.

So, I have to ask...

-Why I invited you here to have a drink? -Yeah.

To say thank you.

Ever since you went and revealed my secrets

and called that vote and...

Those are two main reasons I'm surprised you invited me.

No, with hindsight, I think it was a good thing.

Now that there's no secrets between us,

you've become a really good number two.

So I wanted to say thank you.

To no secrets between us?

Spencer?

To no secrets.

All council members to the bridge.

I wonder what that's about.

Probably Brice's well-honed Scotch radar going off again.

Oh, hello.

What are you smiley about?

Uh, why did you call us in here?

I am pleased to say I have found a planet that is rich in uranium-238.

And best of all, we don't have to detour.

It's directly on our route, so we just...

fly down, grab it, get back up to near light speed.

Only one problem.

It's too far away.

We don't have enough U-238 to get to the U-238.

Could we open the solar sails?

Sails are designed for after we enter Proxima system.

They need the solar winds from Alpha Centauri, the star.

If we could find a closer star, would that be any use?

Maybe. Why?

'Cause we're about to pass a yellow binary dwarf system.

If we apply Tisserand parameter to momentum

of the fastest star it should accelerate us

towards the planet where the fuel is.

And we can open the sails and gain a multiplier of at least two.

Uh, um, I have a degree in astrophysics.

Which really explains why they assigned you to waste management.

Wait, are you talking about a gravitational slingshot?

Yes. The momentum gravity from the star should act as a catapult,

and get us going fast. And sails should get us going even faster.

-I think. -You think?

Give me a few hours to do some calculations just to be sure.

Well, then, get on it.

All right, while she's doing that, I'm gonna go and check the sails.

I'm going to check the remaining fuel.

Can't you do that from here?

Lieutenant Brice, are you okay?

Yeah, why? What's up?

I left mess hall last night, found you passed out in a corridor.

-So you're the one who took me to the crew quarters. -Yes.

-You didn't call for help? -I didn't want to get you in trouble.

Thought you needed to sleep it off.

Where'd you get the booze?

-Booze? -Isn't that why you passed out?

Okay, uh, firstly, I'm Scottish, so I don't pass out from booze.

Secondly, this really is none of your concern. Okay?

Oh, so I should have taken you to Med Bay, have Dr. Kabir check you?

Now you listen to me very closely.

As I've said, this is none of your concern.

If you tell anybody, I'll make your life on this ship a living hell.

If you ever talk to me like that again, I will knock out

those pretty teeth, are you clear? -Oh, no, no.

You don't go sticking your nose in something you donnae

got no goddamn idea what youse is talking about?

how's about having a wee bit of respect for my privacy as well?

I said, I didn't understand a thing you just said.

-But I was speaking English. -Were you?

All right, fine.

What I was trying to say, in

slightly less polite terms than this, was

I would like you to respect my 'effing privacy.

Fine.

I could have been a bit more respectful about it.Okay?

-Happy? -Thrilled.

So, Eva, lovely, lovely Eva,

would you please do me a favor and keep this to yourself?

Because it's embarrassing, and quite frankly,

it's nobody else's business but mine.

I don't know.

Is it contagious?

How do I know you won't pass out at a time that endangers others?

-It's not and I won't. -Give me your word.

I swear on my mother.

Do you like your mother?

Yes, very much.

Then your secret is safe with me.

Thank you.

So, uh...

do you really think my teeth are pretty, eh?

Jerk!

You know, you've done your required sessions.

-Garnet's not requiring you to see me anymore. -Yeah, well, I want to.

-I think I need it. -Oh, okay.

What's bugging you?

Look, what I really want to know is...

can keeping a secret, like, a big one,

one you should probably tell someone,

can holding that in make you sick?

-You mean physically? -Yeah.

Got the runs, do you?

I didn't say that.

Well, the answer is yes.

Keeping secret can stress you out,

mess with your stomach, cause headaches.

So, what's your big secret?

Well, funny thing about secrets is...

they're secret.

Fine, keep it bottled up inside

until you get ulcer the size of this ship.

Best way to prevent that is to share the secret with someone,

like maybe a doctor.

Everything that's said in here is protected, right?

By some kind of patient-doctor privilege thing?

Unless you tell me that you murdered someone.

William Trust is stashed in a cryopod in a hidden room on this ship.

Cat?

Cat?

William Trust?

Will Trust who invented this 'effing ship we live on?

Yeah.

-Is he with anyone? -Yeah, a woman.

You're right. I feel much better now that I've let that out.

-Maybe I should tell Garnet, too. -No, you can't tell anyone else.

How is he in Ark 1? Why?

I know he was being protected by Trent and of other people

who died in the accident now its fallen on me to protect him,

although I don't know from who. -I'll tell you from who.

Half the people on this ship.

Lot of people lost loved ones because of Trust.

-But we're alive on this ship because of him. -I know.

I've heard it in many sessions.

There are people who hate the man.

Maybe to point where they would even kill him.

Well, how about you, doc?

-How do you feel about him? -Me?

I could take him or leave him. Why?

If you were in the "want to kill him" camp, we would have a problem.

Oh, I want him very much alive.

You have no idea.

How about Garnet?

Do you think she's in the "want to kill him" camp?

I don't know.

I don't know that she's not in that camp either, you can't tell her.

You can't tell anyone else.

Is it true you picked Ark 5 for your departure because you're afraid

the earlier arks won't make it to their destinations?

What kind of asinine question is that?

I invented those arks, I would trust them with my life, two-bit ass...

My husband is trying to say, he designed

earlier ships to go to closer planets.

So, before we go, William wants to stay behind

to perfect faster than light speed engine.

It's only way to ensure all arks can make it to their destinations

which are much further away than Proxima B or Ross 128B.

Hopefully, he'll accomplish it in time to go on Ark 5.

So you were supposed to be on Ark 5.

Then why are you here?

They went, two by two, into the ark.

Eva and I ran the numbers and did a computer simulation.

We're sure it'll work.

If Brice can pilot the ark exactly to my specifications.

-Not a problem. -Sure you can keep it in my parameters?

-You sure they're correct parameters? -They are always perfect.

-Then I will fit within them perfectly. Good.

Okay. Um, so, Lieutenant Brice will pilot us on a specific trajectory

around the dwarf star.

Momentum from the orbital gravity of the star will whip us around

and project us toward our target planet and double our speed.

But the trajectory has to be within two degrees of accuracy.

-It will be. -Good, because if cut it too tight, we won't achieve

escape velocity from star's gravity. -We could be pulled into the star

and burn up. -Exactly, too wide, we won't gain enough speed.

-Assuming this all goes perfectly, we open the solar sails? -Yes.

We're sure it's enough to get us to planet with all the fuel?

More than enough.

Thoughts?

Well, I think we should do it.

-Dr. Kabir? -We have a problem.

Someone got into drug cabinet stole most of the drugs.

-They weren't stolen. I took them. -What?

-You're done with the pills, Doctor. -What are you talking about?

I worked in law enforcement most of my adult life.

I know a drug problem when I see one.

How dare you? I am a doctor!

I know better than anyone what narcotics do to a person.

We know I'm not talking about narcotics, but amphetamines.

I know what they do to person if abused.

How stupid do you think I am? Do you think I would compromise myself?

-Do you think so little of me? -Are you done yelling at me?

Notice I'm here alone.

I'm giving you chance to beat your addiction.

If you do that, I will help you, this will stay between the two of us.

I didn't mean for it to get out of hand.

All other doctors are dead and I'm the only one left,

so I started taking them to stay awake so I could help my patients.

I know.

But it did get out of hand.

I guess so.

What happens when I crash from withdrawal?

I have to be on call all times. There are no other doctors.

-Who will tend the patients? -I will.

That's nice, Felix.

I know you have field medic training, but what if patient

or patients come in with something beyond that rudimentary training.

They won't. We're in a period of calm right now.

If something comes in that I can't handle, I'll call you

and you'll walk me through it.

Okay?

Okay.

Initializing sun protection now.

Attention all personnel, brace for acceleration.

Everyone take a seat or grab ahold of something.

Window opens in three, two, one.

You hit the marks perfectly, Lieutenant Brice!

Was it ever in any doubt?

Ready to open sails now!

-Come on! -Good going, everyone.

I don't want to jinx it, but that couldn't have gone more perfectly.

Uh, you jinxed it. What just happened?

The star threw off a massive solar flare.

-It tore section of the aft starboard sail. -Other damage?

No. But we can't pull out of star's gravity without all sails.

Meaning, we'll be shot back towards the damn star

and burn up unless we think of something very fast.

-It's getting hot in here. -We're getting too close to that star.

I tried to reroute energy to climate control, but it's pushed to limit.

Heat will be least of problem if we don't fix sail in next 20 minutes.

-How do we do that? -I would do a spacewalk and make the repair.

-It would take a few Slavinsky -clamps. -But we're too close.

-Solar radiation would fry anyone who goes there. -Exactly,

but someone has to. -Great.

-Our best hope is asking someone to do suicide mission. -I'll do it.

What is it with you and your death wish?

There is someone who'll do it without it being a suicide.

Me.

One of my tardigrade DNA strands is to withstand more solar radiation.

But you'd be exposed to at least twice

what an average human can handle.

-How much can you take? -I don't know.

Dr. Hall was afraid it would kill me if it didn't work.

What if your changes don't protect you? You'll die.

If I don't try, we all die.

This is Garnet. Headed for Airlock 5. Have suit ready for immediate EVA.

108 Fahrenheit and rising in here. 42 degrees Celsius.

I've arrived at Mast A-12.

Climbing out to the damaged sail.

Keep yourself tethered.

That's rich, coming from Mister "I know what I'm doing."

-Just be careful. -How are you feeling? Radiation-wise?

Skin's feeling like a bad sunburn.

Tolerable, so far.

Approaching the damage.

Okay. Now pull the folded piece from the base of the fold.

Careful not to damage any of the cells.

Now use your Slavinsky clamps to reattach the sail to the mast hold

32B and 32C.

Done.

Okay, I'm going to trim it from here.

Hold on tight.

Garnet? Garnet, are you okay?

Not really. Coming back in.

I'll meet you at the airlock.

Garnet is in the airlock. Outer door is sealed.

Garnet, Garnet!

Garnet.

-She has a pulse. -Help me get her to the med bay.

Thrust is approaching breakaway.

Everyone brace.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Breakaway achieved.

Accelerating! We just doubled our velocity.

Still accelerating!

Tapering off at 3.8 times our original speed.

Better than I thought we'd do.

-That means we'll make it to the planet. -That it does, Alicia.

-Oh, darn. -Oh, darn?

Remember that sensor algorithm that Angus

and I came up with to detect substance that burnt the ship?

It just detected loads of it on the planet we're headed towards.

You're saying we might be jumping out of the frying pan and...

and straight into the fire?

Where's Dr. Kabir?

-Indisposed. -Where is she?

-Help me get her out of pressure... -Where is Dr. Kabir?

I am capable of dressing these burns and running IV for fluids.

-What are you not telling me? -I am telling you, to go back on the bridge

figure out next move. You're in charge.-She better not die.

I will notify you when she awakens.

-Where do we stand? -Planet we're barreling towards is full

of substance that dissolved parts of this ship.

-Angus thought it could be a weapon. -We're only people this far.

-Little green men? -More likely natural deposit.

-We should change course. -We need uranium or we're dead in space.

-We'll find it somewhere else. -And if we don't, we die.

Well, acting captain, what do you suggest we do?

I don't know. What do you think?

I've just told you. I think we should change course.

-Do we have some kind of probe that we could send ahead? -No.

-Can sensors give us any other clue about what we're flying into? -No.

-We need advance scout, but we don't have one of those either. -We do.

The shuttle. I could fly ahead,

recon situation before ark's anywhere near the danger zone.

-Shuttle can't fly faster than the ark. -Actually, it can.

It will start at the speed we're traveling,

shuttle's boosters can only add speed in the vacuum of space.

Brice, that substance can melt entire shuttle with you in it.

Shuttle's got more chance of evading notice than big ship.

-You know what Garnet would say. -I don't care.

-You're in charge. -She'd say we can't risk navigator.

I've been training up Cogner. She can navigate. Isn't that right?

-You've barely taught me anything. -Maybe I should take the shuttle.

-I'm pilot. -I'm not being funny, but you're not quite the pilot I am.

They'd shoot before you'd remember which yoke controller to pull.

-I am expendable. -No more than anyone else, man.

Right, I'm gonna prep the shuttle.

-Then I'll go to assist. -We'll lose the navigator and best engineer.

-It's fine. Really. -I'm not risking two key people.

-There's chance he won't make it halfway to the target. -Why not?

I'm not 100% sure about the repairs we made to the shuttle.

-He might need me there to keep it running. -I'll manage. Thank you.

Then I won't clear the shuttle for the flight.

-You already have. -I don't care.

I'll announce to the whole crew that you took a broken shuttle and why.

I'll tell them everything about you.

-What is she talking about, Brice? -I don't know.

That I'm taking too many risks maybe.

Well, she's not wrong.

Then maybe she should come.

I didn't say that. We need our engineer.

Sasha is as good as I am.

Let's go, Eva.

So this is what it's like being in charge.

Shouldn't we put on our suits?

You feel free. I don't intend on needing it.

Shuttle prepared for departure.

You have a go. Be careful.

-I always am. -Never are.

You know, I, uh, I think I know why you insisted on coming with me.

I'm sure you do.

It's because you can't get enough of me, isn't it?

Oh, yeah, that's exactly why.

I didn't want only shuttle to crash because you passed out at wheel

-I'm not gonna pass out. -Good.

Oh, and why the way, it uses a yoke.

-There is no wheel. -It was a figure of speech, genius.

Why don't you just tell me what you have wrong with you.

Um, no.

Why not? I'm already keeping your secret anyway without knowing...

How fast I can push this baby? I'd like to shorten this conversation.

I wouldn't push it any more than that.

Oh, very funny.

Shit!

Come on, wake up! Good. You have a pulse.

Come on, wake up!

I can't pilot this hunk of metal alone. Wake up!

Shuttle, what's your progress?

All is well. We're approaching the target.

Brice, send me the approach vectors.

Lieutenant Brice, he's in the toilet.

He'll respond in a second-- minute.

Come on, wake up, wake up, wake up.

Wake up, dummy. Wake up!

You love me.

You want to kiss--

Not gonna pass out, huh?

It was good thing that I was here.

I would've woken up anyway.

Maybe in a few days.

-Ark One wants the approach vectors. -Right.

Um, we are approaching the target. The vector is 5330.

Hey, Brice, next time go to the toilet before you leave.

Yeah, uh, sorry about that, mate.

Blame Angus. Those veggies went right through me.

Brice out.

You told them I went to the toilet on recon mission?

What should I have told them? You passed out at the yoke?

Fair point.

Thank you, for, you know, keeping it quiet.

I won't continue to do so if you don't tell me what's going on.

Eva, it's private, okay?

-Ark One, there's something you should... -All right. Fine.

I have Klampkins disease.

-It's a terminal... -I know what it is.

I knew people who died from it.

There is no cure.

No.

It's from crap Trust put in the atmosphere trying to save the planet.

Just ended up poisoning people like me.

Do you mind me asking how long do you have?

Nobody knows.

It kills some people in weeks, others in years.

Do these passing out episodes mean it's getting worse?

Um, no.

No, it comes in clusters, you know?

It goes away again. Then it comes back.

Last cluster was about a year before the ark launched.

This explains so much, like why you have a goddamn death wish.

Yeah, I guess.

I mean, I'm gonna die anyway, right?

Look, um,

nobody knows on the ark.

Not even Dr. Kabir?

Not exactly, no.

-She might be able to help you. -Look, Eva, please.

There's nothing she can do.

And to be perfectly honest I don't really want to be treated

like some fragile patient for whatever remains of my life.

I'd like to accomplish something. I'd like to

maybe be instrumental in creating a new world for humanity.

Who knows?

Otherwise, what was my life even for?

-Can you understand that? -Yes.

So you won't...

You won't tell anybody?

Where's Dr. Kabir?

Good to see you awake, Lieutenant Garnet.

I'm caring for you at this time.

-Why? Where's Sanji? -I'm right here.

-Uh, Dr. Kabir, there's no need-- -How's our patient?

I treated Lieutenant Garnet's burns with, uh, lubramesithin salve

and gave her iodinatol for the radiation with IV fluids. -Well done.

How are you feeling, Sharon?

I'm not dead.

Dr. Hall's alterations must have worked.

Well, thanks are owed to Dr. Hall, I guess.

-Yeah. Our mutual friend was pretty smart. -Yeah.

Uh, Dr. Kabir, I have this.There's no need for you to be here.

No offense, Sanji, but you look as bad as I feel.

-What's going on? -She's exhausted.

I insisted she take a much needed day off.

You don't need to cover for me.

Cover for you?

Sharon, I've been taking amphetamines to stay awake.

So many, in fact, that it became a problem, but I'm done with that now.

-I should've seen it. -It's not your fault.

Don't worry. I'll, I'll be a mess for a couple of weeks,

but I'll get through it.

Um, now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go vomit some more.

-She'll get through this. -I know.

Thanks, Felix, for both of us.

Any chance you can get me back on that bridge?

That is not advisable.

So, how about an update?

Good to have you back, Sharon. Why don't you sit in captain's chair?

-It's easier access. -I'm not the captain.

Well, you're the acting captain.

No one sits in that chair except captain. Take me to my usual spot.

-Fill me in. -We're approaching the planet.

-Brice took the shuttle ahead? -Oh, Brice and Eva.

You were out. I had to make decisions.

Angus' and my sensor, it detected bunch of stuff that damaged our ship.

-We had to find out if it was safe... -So you sent Brice ahead.

Smart move.

I would've done the same.

Wouldn't have sent Eva, but, I mean, what can you do?

This is, uh, tiny, even for a dwarf planet.

This doesn't make any sense. I've scanned the whole surface.

-We're not detecting either element. -No U-238 or the destructive stuff?

-Did you check the equipment? -Is that Sharon Garnet I hear?

Glad you're alive, sister.

Glad to be alive.

Welcome back. To answer your question, I ran the scanner check.

It's working fine.

It detects every other element, but no U-238 or the acid stuff.

-We have to come up with name for that stuff. -Aliciaminium?

Or not. Um, the scanners can only scan line of sight surfaces.

Could it be on other side of the planetoid?

-Hey, Brice, swing around and check. -Roger that.

-Oh, shit! -Sranje!

Sorry, I didn't get that. Please repeat.

You guys aren't going to believe this,

but, the U-238 and the Aliciaminium...

They're on another ship.