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Previously on "The Ark"...

You're building a
bioshelter farm on the ship!

That's amazing.

All the 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.

Yeah, well, not anymore.

Alicia Nevins, you are
now Chief Life Support.

- I'm doing another EVA.
- Why?

To figure out what the
hell hit us, why else?

There's some kind of crystal
thing wedged in there.

Lane, the glove's
fingers are nearly off!

Get with Angus on the new
element he's been analyzing.

It's an early warning system

in case we come within
range of the element again.

What will it take to get us
back up to near light speed?

We only have one engine. If it
blows, we're dead in the water.

We're just gonna have to
push it as far as we can.

I've seen your medical records.

They're too perfect to be real.

There's something on this ship
that 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.

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

I 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 only had a few minor
work-related injuries come in, yeah.

Good. Engineering?

All good. Shuttle repairs are complete

and NEPS are up and running at 50%.

Oh, wait, wait. 50%?

We won't get to Prox B for decades.

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

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

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

Relax. Relax!

Guys, Alicia and I have already
started looking for uranium 238,

and 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.

You know, planets, planetoids, moons.

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.

Well, then, 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.

All right, well, you guys go
ahead. 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 straight from Deck 3R,

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

Yes, 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.

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

Oh.

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

Not now, not now.

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Dr. Kabir, I brought you some food.

This is the first time in
weeks I've had even a second

to put things where they belong,

get some semblance of
order in this place.

You missed a special
treat in the mess hall.

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 a little stressed.

- Haven't been able to sleep.
- So go get some sleep now.

Why does everyone keep
telling me to get some sleep?

I'll sleep when I feel like it.

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

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

- Yeah, but some could come...
- 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, James.

- I couldn't give a shit who you're sleeping with...
- What? No, no.

Did you see someone bring me in here?

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.

Well, I kind of feel like

I've been called to
the principal's office.

I asked you here because
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 the same room

as a bottle of Glenn Verbog.

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

Oh, 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.

Oh. Spencer, I'm sorry.

It was a long time ago.

But it was the reason
I signed up for the GSA.

Yeah, I wanted 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 the doctor that
oversaw the experimentations

- on 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.

I mean, 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

all my secrets and
called that vote and...

Oh, 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 bridge.

I wonder what that's about.

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

Oh, hello.

What are you two all smiley about?

Uh, why did you call us in here?

Because I am very pleased to say

I have found a planet that
is rich in uranium-238.

And best of all, we
don't even 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.

Oh.

I mean, could we open the solar sails?

No, the sails are designed

for after we enter the Proxima system.

And 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 the Tisserand parameter

to the momentum of the
fastest star in the binary,

it should accelerate us towards
the planet where the fuel is.

Ooh, and then 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. It's actually quite simple.

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

and get us going really, really fast.

And then the sails should
get us going even faster.

- I think.
- You think?

Um, give me a few hours to do
some calculations just to be sure.

- Well, then, get on it.
- All right, well, look, while she's doing that,

I'm gonna go and check the sails,

make sure they weren't
damaged when we were hit.

I'm... 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 the 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 just 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 just said, this
is none of your concern.

And if you tell anybody about this,

I'll make your life on
this ship a living hell.

Are we clear?

If you ever talk to me like that again,

I will knock out those pretty
teeth of yours, are you clear?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You
hang on a second, girlie.

Right? You don't go sticking your nose

in something you donnae
got no goddamn idea

what youse is talking about, right?

And while we're at it...

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

- Huh?
- 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, then, eh?

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 a big secret can
stress you the hell 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 an ulcer
the size of this ship.

But the 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?

Yeah, 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?

Like, the Will Trust who invented
this 'effing ship that we live on?

- That Will Trust?
- Yeah.

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

You know, you're right.
I do feel much better now

that I've let that out.

Maybe I should just go tell Garnet, too.

No, you can't tell anyone
else. How is he in Ark 1? Why?

All I know is that he was
being protected by Trent

and a bunch of other people
who died in the accident,

and 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.

A lot of people lost loved
ones because of Trust.

Right, but we're alive on
this ship because of him.

I know. I'm just telling you,
I've heard it in many sessions.

There are people who
genuinely hate the man.

Maybe to the 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?

Well, because 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.

But I don't know that she's
not in that camp either,

so you can't tell her.

You can't tell anyone else.

Is it true you picked Ark
5 for your own 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,
and I would trust them

with my life, you two-bit ass of a...

What my husband is trying to say

is he designed the earlier
ships to go to closer planets.

So, before we go, William
wants to stay behind

to perfect the faster
than light speed engine.

It's the only way to ensure

that all the 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.

You sure you can keep
it in my parameters?

Are you sure they're
the correct parameters?

Oh, my parameters are always perfect.

Well, then, I will fit
within them perfectly.

- Good.
- Uh, okay.

Um, so, Lieutenant Brice will pilot us

on a specific trajectory
around the dwarf star.

The 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,

then we won't achieve escape velocity

from the star's gravity.

We could be pulled into
the star and burn up.

Exactly, and too wide, then
we won't gain enough speed

to get to where we want to go.

So, assuming this all goes perfectly,

- then we open the solar sails?
- Yes.

And we're sure it's enough to get us

to the 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 the drug cabinet

and stole most of the drugs again.

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 can do to a person.

We both know I'm not
talking about narcotics.

- I'm talking about amphetamines.
- Whatever.

I know what they do
to a person if abused.

How stupid do you think I am?

Do you think I would
compromise myself like that?

Do you really think so little of me?

Are you done yelling at me?

Hmm? Notice I'm here alone.

I'm giving you this chance
to beat your addiction.

If you do that, and I will help you,

this will stay between the two of us.

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

But all the 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 at all times.

There are no other doctors.
Who will tend the patients?

- I will.
- That's nice, Felix.

Look, I know you have
field medic training,

but what if the patient or patients
come in with something beyond that,

- forgive me, rudimentary training.
- They won't.

We're in a period of calm right now.

But if something does come
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!

- Whoo! 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's happened?

The star just threw off
a massive solar flare.

It tore a section of
the aft starboard sail.

- Any other damage?
- No.

But we can't pull out of the star's
gravity without all of the sails.

- Meaning?
- Meaning, we'll be shot back

towards the damn star and burn up

unless we think of something very fast.

It's getting frigging hot in here.

We're getting too close to that star.

I've tried to reroute more
energy to climate control,

but it's already pushed to the limit.

The heat will be the
least of our problems

if we don't fix the sail
in the next twenty minutes.

- How do we do that?
- Usually, I would do a spacewalk

and make the repair. It would
only take a few Slavinsky clamps.

But we're too close. The solar radiation

would fry anyone who goes out there.

- Exactly, but someone has to.
- Great.

So our best hope is asking someone
to do another suicide mission.

I'll do it.

What is it with you and
your death wish, buddy?

It's an not a death wish...

There is someone who
may be able to do it

without it being a suicide.

Me.

One of my tardigrade DNA strands

is to withstand more solar
radiation than any of you.

But you'd be exposed to at least twice

what an average human can handle.

- How much can you take?
- I don't know. It was never tested.

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

And 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 a suit and helmet
ready for an 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 here."

- Just be careful.
- How you feeling? Radiation-wise, I mean?

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.

So that means we'll
make it to the planet.

That it does, Alicia.

- Oh, darn.
- Oh, darn?

Um, remember that sensor algorithm
that Angus and I came up with

- to detect the substance that burnt the ship?
- Yes. Yes, what about it?

It just detected loads of it

on the planet we're headed towards.

Wait, so you're saying

we might be jumping
out of the frying pan

and straight into the fire?

Where's Dr. Kabir?

- Indisposed.
- What? Where is she? Get her!

- Help me get her out of this pressure suit.
- I won't ask you again.

- Where is Dr. Kabir?
- I am perfectly capable

of dressing these burns
and running IV for fluids.

That's all that can be
done for her at this time.

- What are you not telling me?
- What I am telling you,

Lieutenant, is that you need
to go back on that bridge

and figure out our next move.

You're in charge now. I've got this.

- She better not die.
- She will not.

I will notify you when she awakens.

Where do we stand now?

Um, the planet that
we're barreling towards

is full of the substance that
dissolved parts of this ship.

When Angus analyzed it, he
thought it could be a weapon.

From who? We're the
only people out this far.

Little green men?

More likely just a natural deposit.

I think we should change
course, just to be safe.

We need the 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?

Uh, 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 the sensors give us any other clue

- about what we're flying into?
- No.

What we need is an advance scout,

but we don't have one of those either.

Yes, we do. The shuttle, right?

I could fly ahead, recon the situation

before the ark's anywhere
near the danger zone.

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

Since it will start already
at the speed we're traveling,

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

They should take it
well ahead of Ark One.

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

Yeah, well, shuttle's got
more chance of evading notice

than this great big ship.

You know what Lieutenant
Garnet would say.

Honestly, I don't really care, mate.

- You're in charge now.
- She would say we can't risk our only navigator.

Yeah. Ah, but I've
been training up Cogner.

She can navigate. Isn't
that right, Cogner?

Not really. You've
barely taught me anything.

- Oh, that...
- Maybe I should take the shuttle.

- I'm a pilot.
- Look, I'm not being funny,

Lane, but you're not
quite the pilot I am.

They'd shoot you out of space

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, too, to assist.

- No. No, you won't.
- We'll lose the navigator

- and best engineer.
- It's fine, Eva. Really.

- I'm not risking two key people.
- There's a very good chance

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

Because 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.
- Well, 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... I think I know why
you insisted on coming with me.

- I'm sure you do.
- It's because you just can't get enough of me, isn't it?

Oh, yeah, that's exactly why.

I didn't want our only shuttle to crash

because you passed out at the 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 even knowing what it is.
- How fast do you reckon

I can push this baby?
Because I would really like

to shorten this conversation.

I wouldn't push it any more than that.

Oh, very funny.

Shit!

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.

Hey, Brice, send me
the approach vectors.

Lieutenant Brice, he's...
he's in the toilet.

He'll respond in a second... minute.

Come on, come on. Wake
up, wake up, wake up.

Wake up, dummy. Wake up!

You love me. You want to kiss...

Aah! Ow!

- Not gonna pass out, huh?
- Ah.

It was a damn good
thing that I was here.

Yeah, I... 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.

Um, blame Angus, man.

Those veggies went right through me.

Brice out.

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

What should I have told them?
That 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, 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 all that crap that
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?

Then it goes away again.
Then it comes back.

The last cluster was, um...

it 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, please.

There's nothing she can do, all right?

And to be perfectly honest, I don't...

I don't really want to be
treated like some fragile patient

for whatever remains
of my life, you know?

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.

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

I treated Lieutenant Garnet's
burns with 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.

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 just exhausted.

I insisted she take
a much needed day off.

You don't need to cover for me, Felix.

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 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
the captain's chair?

- It's easier access.
- No, I'm not the captain.

Well, you're the acting captain.

No one sits in that
chair except the captain.

Take me to my usual spot.

Fill me in.

We're approaching the planet.

Brice took the shuttle ahead?

- Brice and Eva.
- You were out.

- I had to make decisions.
- Angus' and my sensor,

it detected a whole bunch of
the stuff that damaged our ship.

We had to find out if it was
safe to approach the planet, so...

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 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, Lieutenant.

To answer your question, I ran the
scanner check. It's working fine.

It detects every other element,

but not U-238 or the acid stuff.

We really have to come up
with a name for that stuff.

- How about Aliciaminium?
- Or not.

The scanners can only scan
line of sight surfaces.

Could it be on the other
side of the planetoid?

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

- Oh, shit!
- Sranje!

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

Um, well, you guys aren't
going to believe this,

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

They're on another ship.

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