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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.
- No goodbyes.

Stick to the plan, yeah?

We're going to see each other again.
Tap our hearts.

Oh, screw it, I want hugs.

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

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.

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

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
going to 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.

Uh-huh. 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
going to 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.

Holo-projection.

I prefer "holo-person.”

I don't care about her.

Shut it off.

I know you're looking
everywhere for us.

Well, him.

Go ahead, have your people
track our transmission.

I'm not hiding.

And why would I come to you?

So you can say goodbye.

What was that?

This?

It's the poison
that the assassin used

in my memory 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 bio-feedback 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.
- Huh.

Marginally.

How do you plan to survive?

Who says I do?

Boys, are you there?

- Go ahead, Dutch.
- Bait is set.

- Heading in now. 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 them busy.

Okay, it's going to 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 deja 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.

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 got to 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.

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.

No!

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 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 going to 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, ah, they're
going to 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.

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?

Kind of.

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 going to 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.
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 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're tripping balls!

- Ow.
- Come on, fight it.

I need to stabilize
your central nervous system

before you pass...

out. Shit.

Ow, man.

Feel like I'm inside
a constipated robot.

Zeph,
we got problems.

- What is it, John?
- New plan.

I'm going to 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?
What if it's gas-permeable?

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

I heard that.

Can we all be Suzy Sunshines
for a minute

and assume that this plan
is going to work,

and we'll flip her
to 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. Huh?

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.

But 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 got to 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.
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 going to 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 going
to bloody end you.

Is it dead?

It's dead.

It's over.

Now aren't 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.

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?

Oh, never mind.
You're never sober.

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

Remember when
the Armada's bombers

left the mothership,
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 going to 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 goddamn 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.

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! Woo!

Muah!

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 going
to 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 going to 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.

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Heartbeat pounding deep ♪

♪ Got moves you've never seen ♪

♪ Crack them knuckles
ready for the hustle ♪

♪ Blow that whistle ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

I'm going to miss this.

Let's go get them.

♪ Whoa ♪

Dibs on the big one.

♪ Coming in like a champion ♪

♪ Burning like a legend ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey! ♪

♪ Come on! ♪

♪ Heartbeat pounding deep ♪

♪ Got moves you've never seen ♪

♪ Crack them knuckles
Ready for the hustle ♪