LANE: 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?
BRICE: 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?
STRICKLAND: 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. - (BEEPS)
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.
- WOMAN: Wow. - This is just the start.
We have lots more coming.
- (CHUCKLES) - 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?
(WHISTLING)
Oh.
No, no, no, no, no. Not now.
Not now, not now.
(GROANS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
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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.
(GROANS)
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.
GARNET: 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...
(CHUCKLES) ... 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. - (SIGHS)
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.
(ALARM BLARES)
BRICE: All council members to bridge.
I wonder what that's about.
Probably Brice's well-honed Scotch radar going off again.
- (LAUGHING) - 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...
(WHISTLES) ... fly down, grab it,
get back up to near light speed.
EVA: 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.
(HEAVY ACCENT) 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... - (SHOUTING IN SERBIAN)
... how's about having a wee bit of respect for my privacy as well?
(CONTINUES IN SERBIAN)
- 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?
(SPEAKING SERBIAN)
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? - (SIGHS)
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.
REPORTER: 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?
TRUST: 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.
(CLATTERING)
- 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.
(SOBS)
(SOBBING)
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.
(ALARM BLARING)
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. - (LANE SCOFFS)
LANE: What is it with you and your death wish, buddy?
BRICE: 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.
LANE: 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?
GARNET: 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.
BRICE: 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. - ALICIA: 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.
LANE: 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.
LANE: 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!
LANE: Shuttle, what's your progress?
All is well. We're approaching the target.
LANE: 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.
LANE: 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.
(CLEARS THROAT) 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.
BRICE: 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?
BRICE: 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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