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Previously, on Beacon 23...

- It's Aleph.
- Quantic AI?

Go ahead, Halan,
you're almost there.

Join with it. Commune.

That's too fast.

Don't leave me here, okay?

- You'll need my help.
- I can't trust you.

They're ready for you
in Meeting Room 1010.

Internal Affairs.

- Please.
- Am I being reassigned?

Once you answer our questions.

Dev here was able to detect
one primary emotion in you.

- Anger.
- I've evolved.

You've been compromised.

Right now, your programming
aligns with the terrorists.

Ahh!

I'm on the beacon.

- Halan!
- Shut up!

Hello? Halan, are you there?

Halan.

Sparrow HH75, this is Beacon 67.

You are first in line.

Let's get you into
FTL and on your way.

Hm.

What?

Extra-beacon activities.

So, what? You want me to suit up

and take the ship
for a spin now?

Actually, I don't.
I have a date.

I mean...

a scheduled discussion.

I look forward to it.

Happy one month.

Not that you're counting
the days though, right?

Hard not to when I have screens

shouting at me that I
only have three days

'til performance review.

Hate to break it to
you, but if your screens

are shouting, you've
already failed review.

Wouldn't be the first time.

How's Charlie?

On my back, as usual.

How's your song coming along?

It's not.

I'd love to hear it.

Give it a year or two.

Noted. Well, then,
how's your sourdough?

Delicious. But the closer I get,

the more I realize how
far I am from what I want.

We still talking
about sourdough?

You're really attached
to that stuff, huh?

You'd be attached too if you had

something special in your life.

"Something
special in your life?"

Oh my...

Not that you don't...

I mean, I'm sure you...

Ugh.

Sorry. Unexpected arrival.

And I'd say I'm
pretty attached to you.

And we've only been
doing this for a month.

Hit me.

Military Personnel
Carrier Springer 55A.

Standard diversion.
Pico's locked in.

Required adjustment
for Springer.

Springer 55A, this is B67.

Make immediate change,
two degrees port to you.

Copy that, B67.

Too close.

B23?

Springer 55A, please
provide reason for redirect.

Security perimeter.

Around a beacon?

Around the QTA Mothership.

Copy that.

Okay. I want lane alerts

on any re-routes
originating from B23.

I don't need a QTA traffic jam

messing up our review.

What exactly have we been doing?

Exchanging professional insight.

Keeping each other
accountable to the principles

of Beacon Keeping.

That's what I thought.

Speaking of which,

I have a very specific
insight to share with you.

Tell me!

Can you go to a window?

Now?

Yes, now!

Look out 33 degrees
starboard of Galactic Meridian.

What am I looking for?

Wait for it.

Not bad, huh?

Not bad.

May I ask you something?

Of course.

It's a big ask.

Okay.

I wanna know your name.

"A Beacon Keeper
must not participate

in intimate relations."

I'm sorry.

The rules are pretty
clear about names.

And Jiang thinks
we're getting too close.

Is that what you think?

I don't know.

I understand.

Hey, you've got
to follow the rules

if you're gonna be
an admiral one day.

I can't give you my name, but...

I have something even better.

I need you to find a window.

Look 70 degrees starboard
of Galactic Meridian.

Now you're facing me.

And I'm facing you.

Close your eyes.

Breathe.

And give me your hand.

Reach for my fingertips.

Can you feel me?

Is the beacon okay?

We're calling this in.

Request status of Beacon
23 from ISA Command.

"Thermal incident under control.
Resume regular operations."

Wait, this message is from QTA.

B23, please report
your status. B67.

Come on...

B23's offline?

Non-existent?

Sector 6 Beacons,

has anyone received comms
from QTA on behalf of ISA?

QTA confirmed B23
situation handled. B52.

On standby until further
QTA update. B266.

Those fingertips... you
moisturize, don't you?

Maybe next time,
we can touch elbows.

Something weird is
going on at Beacon 23

and QTA wants us all
to look the other way.

Typical corporate shenanigans.

QTA has no jurisdiction
over the beacons.

Aleph may have founded
the Beacon System,

but it's been a public
ISA system for centuries.

And a "thermal incident"?

Sounds like "explosion" to me.

You're right. It's just like QTA

to put out the equivalent
of "Nothing to see here."

This is gonna cause
major delays. Or worse.

I'm gonna check it out myself.

Oh wait. You're serious?

What if you run into trouble?

The Beacon Keeper
could be in danger.

What if the Mothership
is still out there?

Then I get to tell Aleph
exactly what I think

of QTA responding to an ISA SOS.

It's a long journey.

I'll pack a lot of snacks.

You failed the pilot
test three times.

You don't think I can do this?

I know you can do whatever
you put your mind to.

But...

you'll be gone,

and I won't know if you're okay.

I'll miss you, too.

Just remember,
it's not finished yet.

It's beautiful.

I'm helping a Beacon
Keeper in need.

So have I.

If I were in trouble,

I'd want someone
to reach out to me.

Let's do this.

Okay, nothing to worry about.

Just a little rusty.

Attagirl.

Please be right.

What happened to you?

Oxygen levels normal.

Beacon AI?

Beacon AI?

A5.

A5.

A5, A...

Shit.

Did he send you?

- Did he send you?!
- Who?

No, look. I don't understand.

- Aleph. QTA.
- No, no!

I'm B67.

I'm a Beacon Keeper.
I'm here to help you.

A Beacon Keeper?

Just like you, only...

Beacon 67, see?

Look, I heard
about the explosion

and... and the Mothership. I
knew... I knew you needed help,

so I flew here... The Cupola...

What happened to the GWB?

You... You know
you're not visible out...

I don't have time for this.

Whoa, B23, stop!
What are you doing?

That's ISA property!

What are you doing?

Okay, stop.

- What the hell?
- Shit.

Shit.

That's it.

I'm taking command
of this beacon.

Okay, this environment
is highly unstable,

and I have to
say it, so are you.

Beacon AI, reboot
the life support system,

check the thrusters
are operational.

- Assess power damage.
- Beacon AI is dead.

What do you mean "dead"?

You can't just
kill it with an axe.

He killed himself.

I'm sorry, but that's
not possible, okay?

I'll need to access
your server mainframe.

Good luck.

This is a complete
dereliction of duty, B23.

- As a fellow Beacon Keeper...
- I'm not a Beacon Keeper.

Where's the Beacon Keeper?

Long gone.

You've destroyed this place.

Look, I'm trying
to save Harmony.

- Who's Harmony?
- Aster's AI.

- Who's Aster?
- Aster's dead.

Okay, so everyone
and everything is dead?

Am I getting that right?

God.

I'm sorry. Okay?

Look, I can see that there's
a lot that I'm unclear on.

Tell me about this Harmony.

Aleph locked her in there.

She's locked inside the drone?

Yeah.

I need a totem. I've
been trying to build one.

Oh, well, I did
something similar once.

For a school project.

Okay.

Let's see if I can remember.

Let's see.

What just happened?

- What'd you just do?
- I just...

Harmony?

She needs power.

Where...?

Whoa, you're gonna
shock yourself!

Just wait. Watch.

Whoa. Look.

Harmony?

Halan! I'm here.

Aleph did this?

Yeah.

Okay. Look, I don't know
much about QTA totems, but...

I know a lot about beacons.

You really are dead.

Forgive me for this.

Thank you, friend.

It's not a QTA totem, okay?
But she needs a home.

Try that...

Halan...

Harmony!

Help me!

Harmony.

Halan.

Thank you.

How are you feeling?

I'm not myself.

We're gonna fix that.

You'll be back, good as new.

No.

I'm never going back. I
need you to understand that.

Something happened.

Tell me.

I had to...

free myself.

You're safe now.

Harmony.

No.

She's not gone.

Just weak.

And I'll reroute whatever
I can to recharge her.

And then...

we need to secure the beacon.

That storm is getting
worse by the minute.

The Life Support
system is spewing O2.

If it wasn't such a
violation of ISA property,

I might be impressed with
how much you managed

to mess this place up.

Hard reboot.

Six hours 'til we
can test it for safety.

Now, we run
through the checklist.

What checklist?

The ISA EVA Checklist.
Airlocks, maintenance, battery,

contingency, emergency, comms.

AMBCEC.

You've read the handbook, right?

Uh...

How long have you been here?

We have to reangle the beacon.

Reduce our exposed surface area.

Smart.

It'd be smarter if the
thrusters were operational.

Oh, wait...

How did you know how to do that?

I have my ways.

I'm a pilot. One
thing I can do is move.

You know, it's not too late to
apply for full credentials, B23.

Would you stop calling
me that? My name is...

- No, don't...
- Halan.

Don't tell me!

And you are?

B67. I'm B67.

And you're B23, interim,
emeritus, locum tenens.

Look, I can see you're
really into the whole

Beacon Keeper life,
which I really don't get,

because it is lonely
as hell out here.

I'm not alone. I have
Jiang, my Beacon AI.

My grandmother. Her
spirit is always with me.

And...

the other Beacon Keepers.

So what, you all just mix it up?

Have parties or whatever?

No, there's no fraternizing.

Beacon Keepers are
the most vital network

of people in the galaxy.

Tell that to the Military.

Being a soldier is a job.

Beacon Keeping is a calling,
and I answered it, humbly.

Are you even real?

I can't get over that
Aleph came here.

Onto the beacon.
You actually met him.

Yeah. We're acquainted.

Is he just as bloviating,
self-aggrandizing,

overstepping, and
arrogant as he seems, or...?

I take it you're a fan, too.

- He's a cold-blooded killer.
- Yeah.

He killed a couple of
Column leaders before he left.

If that news got out, he'd
have a war on his hands.

Which is why he
has me stuck here.

I'll survive. I always do.

What he did to Aster, Harmony...

I'll spend the rest of my life
trying to pay him back for that.

Well, get in line.

You know he killed
his own maker.

Milan Aleph? How
do you know that?

I mean, it's an open secret.

And once he got rid of
Milan, he became the new dad,

or brother... yeah,
it's that messed up.

Milan's daughter, Hope.

And when she rebuffed
him, guess what?

She disappeared.

What, so he deleted
the whole family?

Maybe. And now he's playing out

his weird paternal
fantasy with the galaxy.

It's like, do that on your
own time, you know?

He acts like a benevolent god,

but it's all an illusion,
just like his avatar.

He's the most powerful
AI in the universe.

Why does he choose to dress
like a farmer from Parsnip 8?

Milan, on the other
hand, he... he's a genius.

I mean, he created the beacons.

Yeah, well, I wish he didn't.

I'm sorry, I... I didn't
mean it like that.

I just... I've been
here a long time.

I can see how you
might feel that way.

But Beacon Keeping is a
long and honorable legacy.

And if you ask me,

I think it's time we
take our power back.

Book doesn't teach you
how to turn the lights on?

Harmony needs all
the juice she can get.

That's me.

Wait, is that...?

Is that bread?

Could you maybe...?

Perfect.

Is it real?

Like...

it's not printed?

Might be a little under-proofed.

I haven't quite
nailed the timing.

This is...

this is the best thing
I've had to eat in so long.

- How did you do this?
- I have my ways.

The oven. I used the oven.

Baking calms me.

And you know, after all this...

I needed the calm.

Can I ask you something?

Your friend, Aster, she
was more than a colleague?

It doesn't matter anymore.

I'm sorry she's gone.

You know, sometimes
I think I'm dead too.

And this place is... hell.

Look...

You can stay.

Storm isn't letting up for now.

Thanks.

- I kind of assumed.
- Okay.

You can stay in my bunk.

I'll show you.

Same place as mine on B67?

Right.

Look, it's fine. I'm not tired.

You... You go ahead.

Hey, I'm gonna use
your Quantum Tunneler.

Um...

About that...

You spent every last Qubit?

Every message I
sent got bounced.

And you didn't switch
to beacon comms?

How was I supposed
know about beacon comms?

Right.

Well, it's a
built-in efficiency,

and doesn't require
traditional Qubits,

and keeps us all
linked in the event

of a galactic emergency.

Or, you know... whatever.

Sorry, it's kind of a...

scheduled discussion.

All yours.

Is everything okay?

Wait, so this person
is meeting you here?

I don't understand.

B174 is 110 degrees port of
Galactic Meridian from B67.

So...

So, it's...

It's...

82 degrees...

starboard of B23.

There.

All I see is meteoroids.

Meteoroids.

We have to account
for the meteoroids.

Ah...

There.

I see it.

They won't make the landing.

The storm's too bad.

There's nothing we can do, B67.

Iris.

My name is Iris.

Harmony, status?

Impact detected on Docking.

Video's down.
Securing the level.

Initiate scan.

Open the hatch,
seal it behind me.

- I should go.
- Not happening.

Look, I know you're upset,
but I gotta do this by myself.

- It's my job.
- For all we know,

a meteoroid just tore
Docking to shreds.

It wasn't a meteoroid, Halan.

- What do you have, Harmony?
- A vessel.

That's B174!

There was no life form detected.

She's still recovering.
It's a processing error.

It's not an error.

I've scanned for
human life, there's none.

But I have detected
something else.

What do you mean,
something else?

It's... an anomaly I
cannot account for.

Harmony?

What's in there?

Difuze