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Every story starts with a lie.

That's the job of beginnings...

to tell you you're safe.

That all of this lasts
and nothing will change.

But underneath, there are signs...

of your true story.

Who made you.

Who harmed you.

What battles you were born to fight.

You won't want to hear
it yet, so you'll run.

Live.

Collect the things that
matter along the way.

An oath.

Your team.

A home.

Only then will you see the real enemy.

Her.

Last of a dying race

come to destroy ours.

She has her ships and her slaves,

but you have them.

This strange, messy,
impossible family...

full of enemies...

and siblings...

lovers...

And hope.

It doesn't matter how your story begins.

It's about who's with you at the end.

Did everyone make it out in time?

Lord hopes.

Armada didn't much care
for your baller move.

Started bombing other
cities in retaliation.

We take much longer,

there won't be any Quad left to save.

Did your refugees make it out?

Old Towners?

Yeah, safe on the prison
ship with Rennika and Gared.

So this is it.

No backsies.

And no good-byes.

Stick to the plan, yeah?

We're gonna see each other
again. Tap our hearts.

Screw it, I want hugs.

- Oh, thank gods.
- Get in here, you animals.

Oh, apocalypse hugs are the best.

This is how cold sores are spread.

Come on, Ginger. Bring it in.

Wake up.

You opened the cube?

I learned all of Yalena's secrets

while in the green.

Do you know who I am?

Yes.

Good.

Time to rise, Little Man.

For what?

Armageddon.

That body you're in?

It's mine now.

Take him.

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Kidnapping me in the
very ship I left you.

Has a certain poetry.

Assassin, Killjoy, poet.

I'm a busy girl.

What are you doing, Yalena?

What you obviously couldn't.

Beginning descent.

Fixing everything while we still can.

Okay, where's my weapon?

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

It's a rework of the Ice9 pathogen

Pawter's mother designed.

Fossil records ID'd The
Lady's planet of origin.

It's a hellhole.

Life can only survive in
those temperate extremes

by going dormant.

So we force her into hibernation.

Yes. Drop her cell temp low
enough and fast enough?

She'll be completely
vulnerable, easy kill.

Now you just need to figure out
how to get inside her box.

Shut up.

Without letting her
escape to eat your face.

Is this a face-eating situation?

I think it's just always good
protocol to assume, so...

Can I tell you something?

You're my favorite
pretend-little-sister ever.

And everything's gonna be okay.

You tell the best lies.

That's what fake brothers are for.

But if anything goes wrong...

Leave you, take Lucy, save Dutch.

So, this is our mystery destination.

Why Arkyn?

It's where you polluted our family tree

and then the entire Quad,

so it seems fitting for our final stand.

Ah, more poetry.

I've got a real solid limerick
for you if you don't shut up.

Ooh, all this hostility.

- Why haven't you killed her?
- Who says I didn't try?

You don't try, you do.

That was the old me.

- The Hullen me.
- The useful you.

What good is this version to me?

The Khlyen who raised me
never gave up on a fight.

She wants a name, Yala.
She asked me for one.

That's not collective thinking.

She's been in our bodies long
enough it's affecting her.

In time, she'll have empathy.

She'll form a bond with humans

and she will want to spare them.

Being human doesn't make you humane.

You should know that more than anyone.

_

Well, I think The Qreshis are here.

I can smell their tragic perfume.

Mother's council jacket. I...

found it in her things.

Do you think it's still in style?

Power never goes out of style.

Ready?

To the last of the Kin Rits.

It's an honor.

A lost family returns.

You look amazingly well for
the presumed-dead, cousin.

You'll have to teach me that trick.

Another time.

Look, I won't trouble you with
the minutia of our plan, Liam,

but we need the armament codes

from each of the Nine families.

It's the only way to keep Qresh safe.

We'll put it to a vote next council.

We already have five votes. It's done.

Five?

Lands Derrish and Trus are old allies.

Kendry is heir of Land Kendry,

guardian locum of Land Lahani,

and I am the last of Land Kin Rit.

Five.

I speak for Land Kendry now.

And your land claim

is as expired as your dress.

We need the armament codes.

We aren't asking.

Yes, but who isn't asking, exactly?

Your line is dead, and
so are you, dear cousin.

So no harm in killing you both again.

We have soldiers outside, Liam.

Or did you think we'd be unprepared?

Our house guards have them flanked,

and our missiles have
their ships in sights.

You're out of moves, ladies.

You were never very good at games, Liam.

But you're worse with warfare.

It's not the number of
weapons that matters.

It's their proximity.

And mine...

is much... closer.

She's Hullen.

We Nine were taught to fear
Hullen from the cradle,

and now here one is.

The shovel in your grave.

Unless...

"Unless"?

You kneel...

to your Queens.

Do you like her dress now?

You can't kill her, Yala.
She's too valuable.

If her spawn make it beyond the Quad,

she's the only one that will
be able to control them.

If you didn't want me to kill,

you should never have
made me your weapon.

Stop.

Here's good.

Good for what?

She is not just going to
come at your bidding.

Of course she is.

I have her new toy.

You.

All she needs is a little push.

And when Gared popped by
the Armada to say hello,

he dropped a little something extra.

What are they gonna do to me?

For now, take cloning samples.

You're one of a kind.

I can't risk breaking
you like the others.

I need to breed more of you.

That's really gross.

Holoprojection.

I prefer HoloPerson.

I don't care about her. Shut it off.

I know you're looking everywhere for us.

Well, him.

Oh, go ahead. Have your people
track our transmission.

I'm not hiding.

And why would I come to you?

So you can say good-bye.

What was that?

This?

It's the poison that the assassin used

in my memories that you made
me relive a thousand times.

I thought you'd appreciate the symmetry.

Do you remember how painful it is?

I know what it's like
to learn from Khlyen.

He doesn't tell you everything.

He strings you along a bit at a time

so that you'll always need him.

What hasn't he told you?

Hmm?

How to use Jaq?

Or how to splice the best parts of us

into your little shit spawn?

Time's running out for your answers.

You have two hours.

If I see anyone but you,

I will dose him again.

That wasn't sugar water, was it?

No.

No, it wasn't.

She might have a
biofeedback chip in you.

I couldn't risk the lie.

If I win...

You're cured.

If I lose...

doesn't matter what happens
to any of us, anyway.

I think I may have taught
you too well, Yalena.

Come on.

Yeah.

Problematic parents first.

So your bait may work. What's your hook?

You worried I forgot how to fish?

No, I'm just curious how
you plan to stay on top.

If she comes, she'll outnumber us,

she'll out-weapon us.

Out-bitch us.

Marginally.

How do you plan to survive?

Who says I do?

Boys, are you there?

- Go ahead, Dutch.
- Bait is set.

Heading in. Good luck.

Back at you.

Johnny.

Setting course for Armada.

Delle Seyah, we are a go.

It's time.

If any of these codes are wrong,

I will show you what
your innards look like

and wear them as a skirt.

Thank you.

I like your family.

They're polite.

Bombs away.

Where's the antidote?

Ready my ship.

- Report?
- Qresh is attacking us.

Send out the bombers.

Delle Seyah, assload of
fighter ships coming your way.

Keep 'em busy.

Okay, it's gonna get bumpy.

Just 'cause they can't see us
don't mean they can't hit us.

Thank you. I am aware
of how physics works.

Science burn. Nice.

Well, then.

Let's try on your new party trick, Luce.

Engage cloak.

It tickles, Johnny.

Here we go.

Clear.

Hey, didn't we already
save the world here once?

I'm getting Armageddon déjà vu.

Okay, tracking your position.

Why are you whispering?

They can't hear you.

Right. Uh, empathy?

When you get to the next
juncture, keep left.

That's the clearest route.
Ping me when you're there.

Copy.

Okay, Lucy.

We have control over all docking gates.

Lock this one open in
case we need a fast exit.

Docking bay secured.

Zeph, there's an anomaly in
the Armada security files.

One of your patients is being held

- in their containment unit.
- Mine?

I thought this was the clear route?

It was. Zeph? Ping.

Ping!

We're taking fire! We need a new route.

Yes, hi, hold on!

Hang on, hang on.

There's a side hall 50 feet ahead.

Take that one.

Holy shit. Jaq?

Dad! You're okay.

Jaq!

Neely, what's wrong?

No, no, no, no. Come on, Jaq.

Get me my ship.

Go, do as she says.

Hey, we gotta move him.

Come on,

- come on, come on.
- Hang tight while I buy us some time.

Come on, Jaq.

Come on, come on, come on.

You're alive.

- Oh, shit.
- Hey.

Language.

That was a dead shot.

How the hells did you survive that?

Take after my mom.

Then why are you healing so slowly?

- Oh, 'cause you take after me.
- Uh-huh.

How did The Lady even find you?

She didn't. I led her to me.

I started having visions again
and I seen you get shot,

so I came to save you.

The things I see...

they're all bad.

You can't do this without me,

and I'm not sure we can do this at all.

No, no.

You are a kid, not a human shield.
I'm taking you to Lucy.

John, how are we doing on that exit?

Dad.

You don't get to protect your family

by risking everyone else's.

That's not how it works.

Remember when you were like a toddler

for five hours and had no opinion?

I miss that time.

Can you walk?

Jaq, way to heal.

- So double shield?
- Okay.

Stay between us, bud.
And close your eyes.

Why?

Daddy's about to shoot a
whole bunch of people.

This is where you were born.

Yeah, if you want to call it that.

- The poison's dehydrating you.
- I'm well aware, Yala.

I taught you about Hallcyon, remember?

I think the words you're
looking for are "thank you."

- Dutch?
- Yeah, go ahead, Lucy.

A ship from the Armada has
breached your atmosphere.

All right, girl. You know what to do.

She'll be landing soon.

Last chance, Yala.

I'm worried about you.

And underestimating me, as always.

Really?

I think I know you better than anyone.

And every harm, and every failure,

and every sin I committed
against you and Aneela.

Yes, I know those, too,

which is why I'm trying to fix all this.

I don't want you to fix this.

Well, then what do you want me to do?

I want you stop making me feel small

so you can feel big!

I want you to stop hurting me

so that you can save me.

Because the only person I
have ever needed saving from

is you.

Yala!

All right, Yalena.

You have my attention.

Crap.

You've got shit taste in
jewelry, do you know that?

Antidote.

Drink.

When we're back with the Armada,

I'll find you a choker
that's more your style.

You're not going back
to the Armada, ever.

You're going to stop me?

Already did the minute you landed.

There's a shield over Arkyn.

No ships in, no ships out

without a particular
piece of tech that...

whoopsie...

you don't have.

Oh.

That's very clever.

Told you I could bloody fish.

- What about your ship?
- Afraid not.

See, we're trapped in here with you now.

So I'd get comfy if I were
you, 'cause it's gonna be

one hell of a slumber party.

Go. Look into it.

Why try to detain me?

Oh. They're after my body.

Like a virgin on prom night.

And, oh, they're gonna get it.

While you risk yourself to, what?

Distract me?

I also plan to kill you a bunch.

I think I actually missed you.

It's the one thing I
enjoyed in the green.

Sliding through your memories
like they were my own.

All right.

If these are my last memories of you,

let's do something fun.

Please say karaoke.

I'm going to watch you
die in here, Yala.

I'm going to watch you kill her.

- Don't.
- Stand!

Your slumber party just got interesting.

Lucy, what is this place?

A research lab.

Is it you?

How do I know it's really you?

- Say something!
- Don't come any closer!

What? Why?

Because it's cold...

and I'm not at my best.

You idiot!

It is you!

You still think she's worth saving?

Do you remember the dance

you taught Yala for her wedding?

I love that memory.

You both seemed happy.

I was always happy around her.

Dance for me.

Is your plan to embarrass us to death?

Is this some kind of fetish?

'Cause I'm really not
into murder foreplay.

I won't have to murder you at all

if you just drop the shield.

Sorry, I can't from here.

Only Aneela can.

I'd spare your friends.

Or I can give my people

the order to slaughter them right now.

Nice try.

You can't contact the Armada.

The comms don't work
when the shields are up.

I don't think you understand

how my communications work.

Drop her.

Enough warm-up.

Take your weapons.

Stay with me. Come on.

Oh, no, no, no.

Here, here. Here, here.

- John, D'av, come in.
- Here.

Thought we lost you for a sec.

We're outside ground
zero ready to go in.

There's been a complication.

- What kind of...
- I found Pippin.

What? How?

I don't know. I don't
understand, but I've got him.

And I'm not letting him go, Johnny.

Yeah, no, I get it. I get it.

Pippin? What?

Zeph, that's great.
Just get him to Lucy.

We got this.

Thank you.

I can help you from Lucy
as soon as I'm back.

Ready.

Did she say "Pippin"?

Hello.

- Did you think...
- It would be...

That easy?

Kinda.

Did you?

Hello, Little Bear.

Miss me?

Fight.

Nice move, Yala.

Not one I taught you.

Picked some new ones up on the way.

If we're gonna kill each other,
we might as well go out in style.

Oh, I quite agree.

Finish this.

Come on, Yala.

You can do this. Please.

Fight to win.

What are you doing to Papa and Yala?

I'm hurting them.

Or making them hurt each other.

You should really be there, Aneela.

Why aren't you helping them?

Okay, John, what do you need?

Some space and a little smooth jazz,

because I'm about to punch
her right in the box.

Wait, you can't do that.

Why? What happens?

It's really not good.

Okay, shit. Uh, plan "B"?

Got one.

We need to get out of here

and find her ventilation source.

- Aneela, you good?
- Go.

Come on.

Zeph, wait, wait. Look...

I... I don't want to die again

or save the world until I have a chance

to tell you that...

I already know.

I want 12 babies.

Wha...

Pippin, you are tripping balls!

- Ow.
- Come on, fight it.

I need to stabilize your
central nervous system

before you pass... out.

Shit.

Oh, man.

Feel like I'm inside
a constipated robot.

Zeph, we got problems.

- What is it, John?
- New plan.

I'm gonna have to go through
the atmo feed-pipe.

Lucy, schematics. I need to
know where that pipe starts.

Sending coordinates.

Wait. What kind of pipe is it?
Is it gas permeable?

Uh, well, then I guess we'll
just freeze to death.

I heard that.

Can we all be Suzy
Sunshines for a minute

and assume that this plan is gonna work,

and we flip her into hibernation mode?

And once we have her neutralized,

what's your preferred kill-shot, Zeph?

Fire.

Burn her like she deserves.

You got it.

All right.

What do you want?

I wish you could hear them screaming.

She doesn't have much time left.

He's winning.

If you make him hurt her...

He will never forgive you.

He always hurts her.

And you.

Not like this.

Why are you crying?

I don't want to hurt you, Aneela.

We're the same.

Ruthless, alone, until her.

My favorite memory is one of yours.

The one Khlyen hid from us.

The day Yala was born
in that mirror box.

You were so happy.

Do you remember?

Yes.

It feels right to end
her where she began.

I can say goodbye for you.

Any last words?

Let... her... go!

Tighter.

Stay with me. Come on.

You're stronger than this.

Do you remember your tenth birthday?

Listen. Focus on the day.

All you wanted was a gift.

Your father had that made just for you.

I wanted a doll.

Dolls are for little girls,
not little warriors.

You're better than that.

Doesn't feel better.

It will.

The world is unkind to little girls.

Because they don't think
you can be warriors.

Their mistake...

is your advantage.

Use it.

Always keep this blade hidden

where they can never find it,

until it's too late.

Good girl.

Now finish it, please.
Before she makes me.

I don't like this anymore!

Why aren't I enjoying this?

Don't.

Stop that!

Yala.

Make me.

This is it.

This must be her life support.

Okay, it's pneumatic,

so it's gotta be one of the back ones.

Which one is it?

Why are you asking me?
You're the smart one.

Hey, first of all, you are very smart.

But we are about to die and
you are psychic as shit,

- so which one is it?
- It doesn't work on command.

Okay, okay. Um, what
if I touch them? Huh?

Anything? No? Is that doing anything?

Okay, please pick before we die.

Jaq.

This one.

You're sure?

Pretty sure.

Okay.

If we die...

you're still my favorite nephew.

I was gonna pick that one, too.

Okay, go, go, go. We have 20 seconds.

Stop moving.

I am not your doll anymore.

Or his.

You're not much of anything to anyone.

You're a cheap copy.

Not even as good as the real Aneela.

I'll tell you what I am.

I'm the woman who's
gonna bloody end you.

Is it dead?

It's dead.

It's over.

Oh...

Now are you glad I got
you that birthday knife?

It's over.

Hi.

- Way to not die.
- You too.

♪ Jack-jack-jack ♪

♪ Jack the system-jack ♪

♪ Jack the system ♪

♪ Jack the system-jack ♪

♪ Jack the system ♪

So it doesn't bother you

that "prison party" and "prison riot"

sounds the same?

Your spider's shrinking.

From the cryo, maybe?

Shrinking's good, right?

Not sure.

How did you survive the explosion?

Honestly, I don't know.

The last thing I remember is
just being really, really...

noble.

Maybe your little brain buddy

has some sort of self-defense mode,

or got you into an escape pod.

Or...

you could just relax,

chill with all the science
stuff for one minute

and celebrate with me.

'Cause yay, I'm not dead.

I'm not getting my hopes
up just to lose you again.

Yeah, no one gets to be safe forever.

And look, I know that hope is hard.

But at the same time,
it's kind of the best.

And I'm not giving up
on mine, so maybe...

don't look a gift Pippin in the mouth.

Or at his hideous new scars,

because that would make
him feel insecure.

The scars are cool.

If Jaq breaks his first curfew,

I will blame his father.

Oh, sweetie.

You know I love you, but I'm super not

into medical play.

You don't owe me this.

If you want to stay human...

I will hold your hands
when you turn gray.

I will bury you with honor

and burn worlds in your name.

And you will not be forgotten.

Or?

The war is over.

And we have a son.

And an empire.

And I need my Queen.

Do you even have enough
green left in you to share?

I want to find out.

If you do.

Hey! Who's sober?

Ah, never mind.

You're never sober.

Wouldn't relax your taints
just yet. We have issues.

Remember when the Armada's bombers

left the mother ship, we
thought to attack Qresh?

Turns out The Lady sent half
her fleet outside the Quad.

- Why?
- I sent out a boomer

to shoot one of them down.

Just heard back.

It was full of hatchlings.

Oh, shit.

How many ships escaped?

Don't know how many.

We don't know how long
she's been sending them

or where they went?

I think I can find out.

Why didn't you kill me?

One of Khlyen's first lessons.

Don't kill what you might need.

I'm not gonna help you
find my children, Yalena.

We've tracked down most of your ships

to start the hunt.

So the sooner you help us find the rest,

the sooner you get some
privileges in here.

Some.

They'll kill everyone.

And then I will find a
way to get out of here.

You can try.

You're just a human girl now,

trapped in that body.

Humans get to choose.

But choices have consequences.

And I get to choose, too, and
if you decide to do that,

I will kill you.

Think about it.

Here.

From Khlyen?

No.

The war's over. Now the rebuild begins.

Soon as we find every last God damn bug.

New RAC calls for a new oath.

As of today, we're everyone's citizens.

Everyone's soldiers.

We swear to keep the J safe,

defending our code, our team,

and the Quad.

Fist to heart.

Welcome to the new Level 6.

Now let's go hunt for some hatchlings.

I'm still terrified.

Shoo. Stop following me.

You're like a very tall rash.

Oh, we are not done.

Westerlyns suffered and died
in a war you Qreshis started.

They need relocation, reparations.

- They have rights.
- Fine.

Prima Dezz of various
filthy moons and planets:

I, Delle Seyah Kendry of Land Kendry

do cast upon you the
office of Lord Governor

of all Westerley.

Bitch, do not toy with my emotions.

Go on, open it.

Psst.

Could be snakes.

Aneela and I will donate land on Leith

to Westerlyn refugees

until you help them rebuild.

I'm never going to be nice, Pree.

But...

I am going to try to be good.

I'll hold you to that.

I hope you do.

What?

My husband's Governor.

Mr. Governor.

Okay.

Okay, sweetie. Breathe.

I made it, Ma! Whoo!

John.

Looks like you got all the
help you need for a while.

If I don't leave now, I never will.

Good, 'cause we're not done yet.

We still have the hatchlings.

There's always gonna be something.

Another warrant, another apocalypse.

But I won't leave...

unless you say you're okay with it.

Fine.

No.

No, that... that wasn't a
real option, you dick.

Well, you shouldn't have
said it then, asshole.

If it's what you need...

Then it's what we do.

And while you're at it, take Lucy.

Dutch, I can't do that.

Please don't fight
over me, it's awkward.

Also, I choose Johnny.

Well...

See?

Lucy...

Promise me you'll bring him home safe

and in exactly one year.

Do you understand?

Agreed.

It's a date.

Find what you're looking for, Johnny.

And then...

bring it home.

Tap my heart.

I've located one of the missing bombers.

Shall I engage?

One for the road?

The J is a big place.

What are you gonna do first?

I don't know, get a moon-tan on Hoff.

Find Clara, destroy the Hackmod factory.

You know, we could help.

Hey, I'm allowed to have my own things.

But also, I'm calling you for backup

if shit gets weird.

All right, landing gear's prepped.

How do you want to play this?

You take point,

I'll lay down a flash-cover.

But first...

I love you, too.

Don't make a big deal about it.

I said it first.

- Johnny, count us down.
- You got it.

Giving alien babies hells

and not feeling bad about it in five...

four... three...

two... one.

I'm gonna miss this.

Let's go get 'em.

Dibs on the big one.

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