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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.

- ♪ 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 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.