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Previously, on "The Outpost"...

I am Yavalla, prophetess of the Blackbloods.

What does your Kinj do?

We must show them the power of the United.

She can control it.

There's a black Kinj.

Maybe the only weapon that will kill Yavalla.

- And where is it? - My father.

- The TeraKinj. - Kill Yavalla in a suicide attack.

- That's your plan? - Something like that.

Gwynn, you'll die!

- They see you as their new leader. - They released the gods.

You all knew her as Queen Rosmund,

but I never called her that.

To me, she never stopped being Gwynn...

...who risked her life for an outcast

that had nothing to offer her.

She was the best Octor player I ever sat across from.

And she was my best friend.

And we should all be...

and we sh...

Rosmund was not just our queen.

She sacrificed everything

to save the Realm from tyranny.

She died for the Realm.

Without Rosmund, who will stand up for those who suffer?

For those who are oppressed?

Who will treat every subject of the Realm with dignity

and fairness?

Who will unite humans and Blackbloods under one banner...

...and usher in a new era of peace and prosperity?

I'm not a queen.

Talon.

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♪OUTPOST♪ Season 05 Episode 01

Episode Title: "Someone Has to Rule" Aired on: July 15, 2021.

Talon?

- I can't lead these people, Garret. - They've chosen you, Talon.

They need someone to follow. They've lost their queen.

Don't.

I loved her too, you know.

Which is why we both need to do what she would want us to do.

Well, that's exactly the problem.

I have no idea what she would want us to do.

I don't have her education, her compassion.

I don't know about matters of money, of law and order.

You would learn. You would learn.

And you'll have advisors. I'll help whenever possible.

But... the people need a leader, Talon.

And like it or not, they want that person to be you.

Then they want the wrong person.

Tobin, you're so cold.

Falista of Relman.

- Who are you? - Someone who can help you.

I'm the one who resurrected your husband from death

the first time.

Leave us.

And you can bring him back to life like you did before?

I can, but everything... has a price.

I have money.

Riches.

I'll give you everything.

It will require the lives of 20 men.

20 men?

Lord Tobin has been dead for some time.

It requires a greater sacrifice.

Surely you have 20 men who would lay down their lives for him.

But he's... There must be another way.

Everything has a cost, my dear.

Tobin would never agree to such a thing.

Perhaps.

But he is in no position to decide.

It must be your decision.

I can't.

I can't do it.

You don't have what it takes to be one of us.

One of you?

You have the red Kinj,

but clearly you don't comprehend what that means yet.

Where's Talon?

She shouldn't be alone right now.

Try telling her that.

Can't force Talon to lead the people, Garret.

Not if she doesn't want to.

You know, you people aren't the only ones

who have lost someone dear to them.

Falista, of course. We know that.

Tobin was important to all of us.

Which is why I'm confused

that you still haven't arranged his rites to be performed.

We'll have his funeral as soon as possible.

Aegisford customs weren't appropriate to do

at the same time as Gwynn's memorial.

And as for Talon,

she was right to refuse the crown.

Well, someone has to rule

or the Realm will collapse into chaos

with humans and Blackbloods fighting each other for power.

Not to mention all the factions in each.

Perhaps, but to wear the crown requires a royal bloodline.

And the last living royal... is gone.

Actually, that's not true.

I am a royal.

Maybe not so directly as Rosmund,

but I most certainly have royal blood in my veins.

And now with Rosmund lost to us all,

may the gods be with her,

I'm the rightful heir to the throne.

I'll have to cross-reference this

with my copy of the archival almanac records.

You know, I don't really want this horrible job without Tobin by my side.

But do verify my claims, brewer.

Like you said, someone has to do it

and I'm not one to shirk when duty calls.

Oh, and send my regards to Talon.

Do let her know how much I respect her integrity.

I have to get started on this.

Why bother knocking if you're just going to barge in anyway?

- You all right? - I'm fine.

What's so urgent?

Falista claims she has royal blood.

- Does she? - Janzo's looking into it.

But if it's true, she's the rightful heir according to law.

Then you'll have a new queen to serve.

Well, personally I think she'd be a terrible queen,

and she's not even sure if she wants the job.

But if she has royal blood, the crown is hers to choose.

Unless perhaps you wish to claim it first.

- Get the people behind you... - No, Garret.

Falista will be a better queen than I ever could.

- No, I don't agree. - Well, I won't do it.

So the best thing you can do is help Falista make it work.

I see you, Tera.

I hear you, Vorta.

Are we the only ones returned?

For now.

But do not fear, my friend.

We will find the others

and we will all rise again.

Nobody here except me.

That's good 'cause we need to talk.

Oh, saying "we need to talk," is literally the worst way to start a conversation, Zed.

And what if I started it by saying now that Yavalla's dead,

you're the new High Priestess?

Wow, that is so much worse.

No, I'm not.

Blackbloods need a wise leader.

Someone they can trust.

Someone to guide them.

Fine. You do it.

I'm just a warrior.

I can't offer spiritual guidance or interpret dreams

or do any of the things your mother used to do.

We need a new High Priestess.

I don't know anything about any of that.

Right? The rituals of law, the religion of it all.

I'm a woman of science, Zed. I'm not a mystic.

You're the daughter of the last High Priestess.

It's in your blood. They're already talking about you.

They're just waiting for you to declare yourself.

Well, they'll be waiting a long time

- 'cause it's not going to happen. - I'm sorry, Wren,

but like it or not, it is going to happen.

You don't have a choice. It's in your blood.

I found some old records.

- What did I miss? - Chemek didn't realize he had quads,

so he thought he was bluffing, which is obvious,

so I lost the hand because Chemek is an idiot.

Or maybe you're just losing your touch.

Bet against me and find out.

- One. - Two.

How about we make this a little bit more interesting?

Last time you wanted to make it interesting,

you ended up licking Munt's boot.

That's right, you did.

It was... yeah, you did.

So tell me, Zed, how interesting do you want to make it?

Well, if I win, then you have to bring back

all the remaining Blackbloods through the portal.

- No, Talon, don't... - If I win,

If you win, you can ask anything of me

that's within my power to give.

Now or in the future.

Seems like something you're going to regret.

Talon, don't.

Double Octor.

Sorry, Talon, but it's time to bring the Blackbloods back through.

Triple Octor.

Looks like I'll bring them through when I'm good and ready.

Can't blame me for trying.

Now the only question is

what do I want from you?

I think I'll ponder it for a while.

Think of something juicy.

Bringing the Blackbloods through,

that is not something to be trifled with.

I beat him, didn't I?

Humans and their silly royal bloodlines.

If I'm not mistaken, you Blackbloods have similar bloodline ascensions

to positions of power as we do.

Yes, exactly, we do.

Stupidity just goes double for us.

I mean, what's so special about whose blood runs in your veins?

Really, do what if you're related to a leader from the past?

How does that make her any more fit to be a leader?

We are talking about Falista, right?

- Of course. - Right.

Well, having a clear system of succession provides stability.

Everybody knows who's next in line.

Every parent can pass things down on to their children.

- Munt and I inherited the Nightshade. - Oh, yeah, sure.

Your mother left you things that she owned, things she built.

But, Janzo, come on, no one should ever inherit people or civilization.

Well, that I do not disagree with,

which is why it's so important that we figure this out.

If we can prove that Falista's claim is false,

that there's no living bloodline,

maybe we can create a new system of government.

One that actually makes sense.

Yes, then we could break the tradition entirely.

Then they'd have to figure out another way to decide who'll be leader.

Again, we're talking about Falista, right?

Yes, Falista.

Wren? Wren, look.

Isn't Falista's father's uncle's cousin... wait.

Falista's father's uncle's cousin.

Isn't that the same as saying Falista's grandfather's cousin?

Well, that depends. Is the uncle her father's father's brother

- or her father's mother's brother? - Hmm.

Who would have thought that genealogy would just be as mind-boggling as science?

Sometimes moreso.

- Wren? - Huh?

Your ears? Pointed tips?

Oh, yes. I have pointed ears.

I'm glad you finally noticed.

I'm sorry to break it to you, Janzo, but I'm not actually a human.

The pointed tips, they're white, not dark like they usually are.

- What? - Something wrong?

Uh, no, nothing's wrong. Um, maybe check Falista's grand cousin,

whatever it was. I'll just be a moment.

Gods.

Oh, it seemed it must have been her father's father's brother

because, well, her father's mother was an only child.

Wren, my darling, are you quite sure you're all right?

Uh, everything's normal.

Sorry. Uh, yes, then Falista's father's uncle's cousin

is simply her grandfather's cousin.

Right. I suppose that explains it perfectly.

It does? Yes. Yes, it does, doesn't it?

- I'm still worried about your ears. - It's fine, Janzo.

It's healthy. It's normal. Just drop it.

I'm going out to get some fresh air.

- What are you doing? - Priestess.

What? I'm not anyone's priestess.

Who are you?

- Stop for a second. - I'll stop when you're dead.

Who trained you in Grinjorian?

I'm trained in many more than that, murderer!

Where the hell is Xaba?

You're not such a great warrior as they say.

You got me on a bad day.

Come back tomorrow when I'm not full of ale.

I hear you, betrayer.

Finally, you will pay for your betrayal.

I tried to warn you, Wren. They already think you're their priestess.

Whoa, you're pregnant?

Shh! Yell it to the whole world, why don't you?

- Well, it's plain enough, don't you think? - No.

Not to humans it's not. They have no idea what it means.

Janzo has no idea what it means.

- Janzo's the father? - Oh.

Who'd have thought the little man had it in him?

- Very funny. - Wait, so humans and Blackbloods can...

- Apparently so. - And you're not telling Janzo?

- No, not yet. - But when?

When I'm good and ready, that's when.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Well, I don't know how he's going to react, Zed.

Not well, I suspect, all right?

So I'm just waiting for the right time.

Good luck keeping it from him.

No. No, no, no. You have to swear to keep this a secret.

- Mm-hmm, sure. - No. Swear it.

Swear it.

I won't tell Janzo you're keeping secrets from him

- and betraying his trust in you. - Thank you.

Are you coming in pregnant, uh, Priestess?

Oh, shut up.

Wren, what a lovely scarf.

Yes. It is lovely, isn't it?

It's fine. Can we please get to the point of this meeting?

Talon, your face is bruised. What happened?

Long story. Don't worry about it.

Talon, have you seen Xaba?

No, I whistled for her last night, but she never came.

Strange. Vikka ran off. I whistled for him, too.

He just... ignored me and kept going.

They're probably out hunting. I'm sure they'll come back soon.

Can we please get to the business at hand?

Yes. We have completed

the genealogical analysis of Falista's claim

that her father's great uncle's cousin was Kelton the Green,

nephew of Rayner, who was of course Ranulf's great grandfather.

And?

And her accounts aren't entirely accurate.

- So Falista's claim is false? - No. Incorrectly expressed.

Would you just get to the point, Janzo?

It turns out that Falista's grandfather is King Rayner's nephew.

Oh, that's a much stronger claim than she was even suggesting.

Mm. She has a legitimate royal bloodline.

The she's the rightful heir to the Realm.

I mean, what more is there to discuss?

What about whether she's an honest person?

Or wise? Or a good leader?

Wasn't it Falista who stood there and held off Yavalla's horde

- when no one else could? - So you think she'd be a good leader

just because she has the red Kinj?

I don't know. Maybe.

Well, just having the red Kinj doesn't have anything to do

with being a good queen.

Any more than a bloodline should.

Look, I'm sure that we can all agree that bloodline ascension

isn't exactly optimal in this situation, yes?

But who knows?

Perhaps Falista will make a perfectly good queen.

Go back to your captain.

We're in charge of the Outpost.

No one's in charge. We can do whatever we want.

Hey, break it up.

- She's killing them. - Falista, stop!

I suspect there will be no more trouble from any of you.

Kultor, I see you.

Come and take your place with us.

And what do I owe this honor?

Have you come to tell me of Tobin's rituals?

No, not exactly.

Um... I've come to tell you that I've verified your bloodline.

That's how we're still choosing governments around here.

Congratulations.

You are the legal heir to the crown.

I see.

Will you be accepting the crown?

I think I will.

I expect I'll be quite good at it, don't you?

And none of you will oppose my ascension to the throne, will you?

No.

Commander Spears?

I found your actions today quite concerning.

How so?

You used your power to torture those men.

And if I had not stopped you, you might have killed them

for the crime of drunken brawling in the street.

Commander, I hope you don't expect me

to rule with the weakness that Rosmund did.

And what's that supposed to mean?

It means that Rosmund was too indecisive to rule effectively.

Look how I stopped the chaos in the streets in an instant.

Those people will obey me till the day they die.

Out of fear, not out of respect.

They will come to love me.

They will never love you as they loved Gwynn.

I offered Rosmund the Kinj when I was in prison.

Did you know that?

I was ready to give her my power,

but she was too afraid to take it.

And to think,

she might have survived if she had the courage.

Rosmund is the only reason that any of us are alive,

- Talon? - Including you.

And nothing changes the fact

that I possess the Gods' given right to the throne.

Furthermore,

I have the power to enforce that right,

- and I'm not afraid to use it. - No.

Garret.

There is no way that we are letting Falista sit on that throne.

She's bloody dangerous. I should have...

Should have walloped her over the head with that rock

a little harder when I was infected.

Janzo, can't you convince everyone that her claim is false?

And lie, Garret?

Anyone with half a brain and the right almanac

would be able to prove that she's legitimate,

apart from yourself.

Besides, what good is any of that

if we don't have anyone better to replace her with?

What?

The only person who can take the crown,

the only one with the support of the people is you.

Take the crown?

We can't just declare me queen and slap a crown on my head

in some secret ceremony. It's a terrible plan.

- It's our only plan. - Well, I'm not a queen.

- I am nothing like Gwynn. - Talon, out of everyone in this world,

Gwynn would have picked you to replace her.

- I agree. - Then why don't you take it?

That's a far better plan. Why doesn't he be king?

Because I don't have the support of the people. You do.

Well, sometimes the people don't know what's best for them.

You? King?

Supposedly that's good for you.

- Wren, who are you talking to? - Oh. What?

Talking? Who would I be talking to? I'm here alone.

Or so I thought until you sneaked up on me.

Sorry.

Oh, is that...

- My father's ashes. - Right.

I remember when I was little when a Blackblood would die,

we'd do something with the ashes.

I thought...

maybe you could help me get it right.

Yes, of course.

I do know a few old ways.

Not because I'm a High Priestess

or anything like that it that's what you're implying.

You didn't speak to Zed about any of this, did you?

No, I just...

I just want to respect my father's remains.

Sorry. Yeah.

I would be glad to help you.

We will need a flowing river.

First thing tomorrow?

- Thanks, Wren. - Right.

I need to get a lock.

I was wondering when I would see you again.

You really want those as your last words?

You really want those to be yours?

- Let me go. - Look, I'm not drunk,

so you're not going to beat me.

So you might as well tell me what this is about.

You murdered my sister.

I've killed a lot of people, but I've never murdered anyone.

She was 11 years old. How is that anything but murder?

And what makes you think it was me?

Female Blackblood, dark hair, great warrior.

Does sound like me. What was your sister's name?

Ilyin.

Her name was Ilyin.

The Dragman.

So if it wasn't you who killed my sister...

A Blackblood named Rebb.

You speak the truth.

You can do that lie-detecting thing Ilyin could.

Not as well as she did,

but well enough for an open book like you.

So, where is this Rebb?

She's dead. I killed her.

That was my vengeance to have, not yours.

I didn't even know you existed.

Besides, Ilyin was my friend.

I wasn't going to let Rebb get away with killing her.

Where'd you learn to fight like that?

Some of the things you did I've never even seen before.

The monks taught me a thing or two.

- Monks? - Monks from the sanctuary,

where potential Dragmans were raised.

Fighting lessons was the only thing I was any good at,

until I ran away when I was ten.

That's a young age to be out on your own.

But it really toughens you up.

I was eight when I left home.

I owe you a debt for killing this Rebb.

Repaying you will make it as if I got revenge myself.

No, you don't owe me anything.

I killed Rebb for my own reasons.

We're even.

No hard feelings about how I almost killed you?

You didn't almost kill me.

Yes, I did.

And I will repay you for my vengeance.

Look, just do me a favor.

Stay out of trouble.

Thanks for the talk.

The Lu-Qiri.

I wonder where they're off to.

Xaba and Vikka ran off as well.

Huh.

Do Lu-Qiri have mating seasons or something?

Not that I know of.

Pretty disturbing image though.

The river carries your father away to be reunited with his ancestors.

You really believe that?

No, not really.

I'm sorry you lost your father, Talon.

I'm sorry you lost your mother.

It's hard to miss her after what she did.

Besides, she wasn't much of a mother anyway.

He wasn't much of a father.

He lived alone in a cave.

You think he wanted to live in that cave?

He gave up everything to protect us.

If it wasn't for him, we'd all be dead.

I suppose.

Talon, your father was selfless.

The only other person I've ever met who was that selfless was Gwynn.

And you.

Me?

How many times have you risked your life to save us all?

Too many to count.

Just like your father.

Just like Gwynn.

Should I leave you alone for a while?

No.

We should get back.

I wish you could advise me.

I'll be a good queen, don't you think, Tobin?

My Lady, it's time to carry his body to the hill

- for his last watch. - No.

Not yet. Just give him a little longer.

But, My Lady, the sun is aligned for the ceremony.

- We can't... - Would you disobey me?

Stand watch over him until I return.

I'll do it.

- What? - I'll be queen.

To keep Falista off the throne until we find someone better.

What made you change your mind?

Something Wren said.

My Lady, we already have enough men to carry the body.

Are you all loyal to Lord Tobin?

Would each of you give your life to save him if you could?

Of course, My Lady.

Well, then I thank you

for your loyalty and your courage.

I see you, Janya.

It is your time now.

You know what you must do.

I've seen the gods, and they see me.

Just like I did when I used my Kinj.

What are you waiting for? We have to save Tobin.

On one condition.

That you join with us

and reunite The Three.

I won't serve you.

The Three are a council of equal partners.

You don't serve us anymore than we serve you.

Janzo, these books that belonged to Talon's blacksmith friend,

is this really all you have on Blackbloods?

Apparently your histories weren't a high priority to us humans.

There's not much here, to be honest. Fragments of old texts, bits and pieces.

My mother's manuscripts

- were far more detailed. - Your mother's manuscripts are

still in the Plane of Ashes.

Which is one more reason why you, Janzo,

need to convince Talon to bring the Blackbloods through the portal.

- The Blackfists, too. - I happen to agree with Talon, actually.

After the way they treated us last time,

I don't want any Blackfists near me, thank you.

They'll behave themselves this time.

They've got Wren as their Priestess.

Oh, don't put that on me. I can't control Blackfists.

You've lived there, Wren.

How can you allow our people to suffer in the Plane of Ashes?

If you feel so strongly about it, Zed,

why don't you ask Talon yourself?

She doesn't trust me like she trusts Janzo.

Exactly. See, she trusts me because I don't manipulate her

into doing things that she doesn't want to do.

See, Zed? That's how a man gains trust.

Oh, hmm, trust?

- Way to go, by the way, Janzo. - Hmm?

- I didn't know you had it in you. - Zed.

- Had what in me? - Oh, that's right.

Or is it Wren who has it in her?

Janzo, do you not have somewhere with Garret and Talon?

- I am late. Sorry. - Wren has what in her?

I've been spreading word all morning.

The people are ready to support your claim.

Even most citizens who are here from the Capital were open to it.

Now once you're wearing this crown, well,

any claim Falista tries to make will look traitorous.

This is a terrible idea.

I mean, look at me. Do I look like a queen?

Um, you're a new kind of queen.

You're the kind of queen we need right now.

Let's go. Come on.

In these momentous times,

a great hero has proven herself during the final battle.

A hero who bring us all into a new age of peace and...

Thank you, Commander Spears,

for the very fitting introduction.

Tobin!

Tobin, how?

People of the Realm,

I hereby declare Falista of Relman as queen of the Realm

and call on every loyal subject to defend her true claim.

I want to thank my advisors and my husband,

who has been resurrected by the gods

to serve as your king.

- King Tobin. - All hail Queen Falista!

All hail Queen Falista.

All hail King Tobin.

All hail Queen Falista.

All hail King Tobin.