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Personal journal,

Captain Matthew Gideon, continued.

It's now 3 days since
our visitors arrived

on behalf of Earthgov's
political affairs office.

There's apparently some concern

about how our work here is
being perceived back home.

They've been assigned to... help us.

Before their tour is finished,
I may have to kill them,

assuming Lieutenant Matheson
doesn't beat me to it.

But it's just too light, that's all.

It doesn't have any weight to it.

And, uh... what's that, Kevin?

Well, it's just...

All this.

This is an important mission,

vital to the salvation of Earth.

People see this ship on the news,

in stories that are
supposed to reassure everyone

about how you're trying
to save everyone back home

from this terrible plague.

And?

Well, look around you.

The colors... are too bright.

They don't say "power" to me.

They don't say...
"importance" to me.

They say... "day at the circus. "

It'll all have to be red one.

Re-what?

I'll have my own
people do it, of course.

I wouldn't trust anyone else.

We'll choose a color palette

that's more... palatable. Heh.

A palatable palette. It's a...

anyway, you won't
even know we're here.

That's right. Because you won't be.

I can't have strangers messing-

Captain, I understand your concern,

but this mission is still
under Earth jurisdiction.

Since we're paying the bills

for this little hail
mary across the stars,

we have a right to take
whatever steps are necessary

to ensure the effort

has the right political
and social impact.

Impact! That's the very word.

The plague is only part
of the problem, Captain.

The rest is panic.

We still have 4 years
in which to find a cure.

The panic is a problem right now.

We've had... Riots back home.

Doomsday cults. You name it.

The only thing that's
calmed them down

is knowing this ship is out there

looking for a cure.

Now, we have to do everything we can

to help make the folks
back home feel better

about this mission

and their chances of survival.

Trust me on this one, Captain.

If anyone knows how to
survive political changes,

it's me.

So... if a little paint,

the proper presentation
does the job, great.

I promise we won't get in the way,

and at every stage,
we welcome your input.

Input? Let me tell you something-

Captain, we're picking up something

on the long-range scanners.

Source unknown.

This is getting too intense for me.

It's a first-contact situation.

We've handled them before.

I meant the colors.

So if you'll excuse
me, I�m going back down

to look at the uniforms again.

Unif-

Distance to target.

2,000 kilometers.

Let me see it.

Bring up long-range scanners.

Aye, sir.

Holy...

are we getting any life forms?

Just one. Barely.

It doesn't make sense.

A ship that big would need a crew

of several hundred people.

It does.

We're picking up one life sign,

but well over 1,000 organics.

Everyone else on the ship is dead.

It's practically a ghost ship.

Matthew Gideon, Captain.

Attached to the Earth
alliance starship Excalibur.

To find a cure to the Drakh plague

before it wipes out
all life on Earth.

Anywhere I have to.

Who do you serve?

And who do you trust?

E.V.A. team standing by, Captain.

Roger that, Lieutenant.

You're clear to proceed.

We're moving out
of the air lock now.

I don't understand.

Why are we stopping for this?

Our mandate is to explore

any possible source for a cure.

It doesn't matter if it's a...

a lost city, a new civilization,

or a derelict alien ship.

If it's a first contact
situation, we go in.

But the odds of something
like this being of any use...

who would've thought
to look for penicillin

in bread mold?

I'm not seeing any
recognizable markings...

no sign of missile or
high-energy beam impacts...

so my guess is she wasn't
hit by raiders or...

stand by.

We found something, Captain.

What is it?

There's a large opening
at the back of the ship.

Looks like an explosion.

Then the ship was attacked.

Negative.

The blast damage is
coming from the inside out.

Whatever happened here,
it happened inside.

Do we move in?

Affirmative. But go slow,
and don't take any chances.

If you run into trouble,
get the hell out.

Will do. Moving inside.

We appear to be in the
engineering section now.

Since the jump engines
are back the way we came,

this should lead us out into
the main body of the ship.

My god.

What is it?

We've reached the main
chamber and found the crew.

It's hard to tell-

They've all been
exposed to hard vacuum-

but it looks like they've
been dead for less than a week.

Dr. Chambers would
be able to give you

a better estimate than I could.

What killed them?

It looks like they
killed each other.

Mutiny?

I can't tell. Maybe.

But in that case, what
blew up the engines?

If it was a mutiny,
destroying the ship

wouldn't be in the best
interests of either side.

Well, maybe it happened
during the fight

when no one was minding the store.

Maybe. We've found
another passageway.

This one might lead
to the command deck.

Moving on.

We've found the
source of the signal.

We are registering one life form...

and a whole lot of dead ones.

Equalize the pressure in there.

Janey, do we have the right air mix?

I think so, doctor.

Don't think. Get it right.

I'm not getting anything
on the main scanners,

and what I�m getting on the
others doesn't make sense.

How long until you
can crack the tube?

We had to make sure it
was decontaminated first.

That's done now.

We can send in a team in
pressure suits anytime.

Doctor, we're losing him.

Getting massive coronary
disruption, total shutdown.

What? We just had him
stabilized 2 minutes ago.

I know. I don't understand.

We need a defibrillator
team in there.

They're suiting up. 2 minutes.

There isn't time!

Janey!

I'm cracking the tube.

Janey! Janey!

It's no good.

We lost him.

Mark the time.

All right. I want an autopsy

asap before the body
starts to decompose.

At least we'll get some
information out of it.

And you... I want you to go through

full decontamination procedure

before you come out of there.

Including body cavity decon.

Maybe we'll get lucky and find out

where your copy of
medlab regulations went.

Yes, doctor.

Damn it! He shouldn't have died.

We had him stabilized.
One minute he was fine,

the next, total systemic shutdown.

It's almost as if he
willed himself to die.

It doesn't make sense.

He sent out a distress signal,

so he wanted to be
saved. Why choose to die?

I don't know. Maybe
some cultural imperative

against being helped
by another race.

Or maybe he didn't like the decor.

Well, he wasn't the
first person today

to make that observation.

Either way...

now we'll never know what
happened to that ship.

Not necessarily.
Matheson was able to find

some data crystals on board.

With luck, they may have
something to say about this.

Maybe.

Matt, I�m sorry.

You did all you
could. Now, one thing-

you said that what you were getting

on the main scanners
didn't make sense.

Yeah. All I can figure is

the equipment needs recalibration.

See, when I looked at his
brain wave patterns, he...

you ever stand in a room
with mirrors on all 4 walls,

so the reflections
go on into infinity,

one into the other into the other?

Yeah.

Well, that's what I saw when
I looked inside his head.

Multiple e. e. g. readouts,

and that's simply not possible.

So it's not...

a mathematically based language.

Random consonants.

Not good. Always takes longer.

Excuse me. Can I have
some more of these,

whatever they are, please?

Salted. I work better with salt.

Did you know that
in the 20th century

they actually thought
that salt was bad for you?

Listen to the animals, I say.

The lion will sit down with the lamb

to share the salt lick.

Good enough for them,
good enough for me.

A total lack of pronouns,

nothing to compare it against.

Never a rosetta stone
when you need one.

Load visual records

of Lieutenant Matheson's
logs of the alien ship.

Morning, Max.

Captain.

You're up early.

Never went down.

You've been working
here all night? Why?

There's a number of things
that I hate, Captain.

I hate it when I pull up a
piece of skin next to my nail

and it catches every
time I put it in my pocket

and it hurts like a son of a gun.

I hate it when I go to movies
with kids in the audience

because there's always someone there

that tells me I can't kill
them when they get loud.

Now, who makes up
these rules, anyway?

And most of all, I
hate contradictions.

This is a contradiction. A big one.

How so?

Well, I�ve been analyzing
the spoken records

of the alien ship all night,

and I�ve-i've narrowed it
down to 94 basic letters

and... 114 basic
language components.

That's good.

Except that the spoken record

has nothing in common

with the words we found
written inside the ship.

Now, either they have
one language for speaking

and one language for writing,

which is highly unlikely,

or else-

or what?

Or someone else
other than the aliens

wrote all this.

But there was no one else there.

Exactly. So who or
what drew these figures?

I mean, look at it.

Just look at it.

I didn't want to say anything
in front of the Captain,

he's so resistant to new ideas,

but you can't expect
anyone to take him seriously

wearing this.

Might as well be a mechanic.

It's a standard issue uniform

for crews of explorer ships

and other deep-range vessels.

It allows freedom of movement,

it could be adapted
to different climates,

it has outside pockets.

An officer doesn't need pockets.

He can have people
carry his things for him.

Where's the rest of it?

Come, come, come,
come, quickly, quickly.

Blue is wrong for these.

Here, take a look at this.

Later.

What? But we've just begun sorting-

I have more important
things to do right now.

More important?
What's more important

than the right clothes
for the right job,

the right style for the right...

oh, I try.

Goodness knows I try,

but it's just so hard some days.

Why, yes, we were
gonna all, you know,

take the transport and leave and...

Kira?

Kira...

Yes!

Yes! I knew that would work.

This is the Captain's log, you see.

What would a Captain talk
about more than his ship?

His ship.

So the equivalent word for "ship"

would be the most
common word in the log.

Once you've established that,

then you go to "my
ship," "their ship,"

and it all starts
falling into place.

Ahh... God, I�m good.

Display last records, text only.

Holy...

Eilerson to Gideon.

Gideon here.

I'll meet you in the conference room

in 10 minutes. I
have found something.

Hold that door!

Help me!

Hold that door!

Eilerson, what the hell's
going on down there?

I've had reports of weapons fire.

We got a guard down in here.

He's been shot, and
we will need medics.

What happened?

There's no time. Just listen.

You've got to close
down all the decks.

Seal the air doors,
turn off the bullet car.

Decompress the tubes if you have to,

but you got seal off all the decks.

Don't let anyone out except me!

Make sure this car gets out.

How's the guard?

On life support,

but I�m not getting
any brain activity.

We can keep his body
alive, but that's about all.

Look, what's this all about?

What happened down there?

Why are the decks sealed off?

Max?

As I was just telling the Captain,

we have been invaded.

According to the records
of the alien ship,

they picked up a probe,
they brought it on board.

The only thing inside
was a high-energy source,

organic in nature.

It disappeared after
they opened the probe,

and that's when people
started changing.

Changing how? Physically?

Mentally. Inside.

Apparently, the energy contains

an alien life force

that divides and subdivides

each time it moves into a new host.

It's-it's transferred...

it's transferred by touch...

from one person to another.

In a matter of days, it
took over half of their crew.

That would explain

the multiple brain wave patterns

on the alien we found.

Apparently, this alien presence

tends to stay in
groups, in-in colonies.

They take control of one area,

and then they move on to the next.

By sealing off the decks,

we can control how
fast this thing spreads.

Good thinking, Max.

Thank you, but not my idea.

In these records I�m decoding,

it was the first thing
that the Captain chose to do

when he realized that this
was taking over his ship.

He still thought that
he could contain it.

All he did was buy
himself some time.

In the end,

he decided the only
way to stop this thing

was to destroy the ship
and kill everyone on board.

and if we don't figure
out a way to stop it...

we may have to do the same thing.

Everything seems normal.

Deck 8 looks clear.

All right.

Open up a P.A. channel on 8.

Channel open.

This is the Captain.

You are all ordered to
remain in your quarters

until told otherwise.

Refrain from any contact

with other members of the crew

until the current
situation is resolved.

Activating recorder
on decks 9 and 10.

Is that the same writing

that you found on the alien ship?

Aye, sir.

Damn. Eilerson was
right about all this.

I hate it when he's right.

He'll be insufferable for days.

Has there been any sign of the crew?

Negative. Either they're
staying in their quarters

or they're deliberately
avoiding the recorder.

Wait. Wait, hold up.

Hello, Captain.

I was wondering when you'd show up.

We should talk.

About what?

About negotiating a
peaceful way out of this.

Because otherwise,

neither you nor any of your crew

are going to get out of this alive.

Max.

Are you ok?

Not really.

But better than him.

Is there anything we can do for him?

Anything at all?

I'm afraid not.

He took a shot to the brainstem

that severed all-

All we can do is
keep his body alive.

He was protecting me
when this happened.

He stepped right
into the line of fire.

He didn't flinch, he
didn't think twice.

He just did it.

That's what they're trained to do.

Intellectually I know that,

but no one has ever...

Saved my life like this before,

offering to exchange
his own life for mine.

I've been standing here wondering,

if he had known the
subject of his attention,

whether he would still consider
the exchange worthwhile.

I don't think any of them
can look at it that way.

They look for an
opportunity to serve,

to protect us and the mission.

That's what he was here
for in the first place.

They join the military
looking to serve with honor.

He did that.

You know, no one's
even told me his name.

Greenberg.

Stuart Greenberg.

It's a good name.

Yes, it is.

Did you contact Welles,

Give him the location of our talk?

I did. We've got security personnel

welding shut the air lock now.

I still think it's too dangerous.

It's a calculated risk.

I've been studying the report

of the attack on Eilerson.

If they could take
control of someone

just based on line
of sight or proximity,

they would've done so.

But you can see them reaching out,

transferring the alien
presence by touch.

As long as we make sure
that they can't touch me...

I should be fine.

Well, it's the "should"
that bothers me.

It's not 100%.

Nothing ever is, Lieutenant.

All right. Let's get this done.

I'm here.

Captain...

good of you to come.

Who...

What are you?

We don't have names as you do.

There is the one,
the beginning of us,

and we who are the
shadows of that beginning.

As our race grew, we
began to send out probes

that would allow us to
colonize other worlds,

not by traveling ourselves,

but making those places...

just like us.

So instead of
terraforming the planet,

you terraform the people...

pass along your race memories

and make them into colonies.

And what they have, we have.

Why risk ourselves

when we can program others

to become us?

So what do you want with us?

Transportation. That's all.

There are several inhabited
worlds in this area.

Take us to one of them,
and we'll leave peacefully.

You can go on your way.

While you take over their world.

That would be the inevitable result.

Once our kind is introduced
into the population,

there is no way of stopping
us without killing everyone.

And we would not
allow that to happen.

Our instinct for self-preservation

is quite strong.

So, in other words,

exchange someone else's
world for my ship.

It seems a fair trade.

No deal. The price tag is too high.

I don't think you
have a choice, Captain.

You've sealed us off,
but we're still here.

If you starve us,

you'll only kill the
poor, innocent crewmembers

whose bodies we inhabit.

If you send in your troops,

they will leave asourtroops.

Your only way out

is to make us someone
else's problem.

I'll think about it.

Captain.

I suggest you not try anything rash.

The Captain of the last ship
thought he could stop us.

He failed.

He didn't understand

that from the moment we arrive,

we have the upper hand.

I don't know.

Looks more to me like
a Mexican standoff.

After all, you're stuck on
this ship same as we are.

Anything you do to us...

you do to yourselves.

Oh, not necessarily,

as you'll discover for
yourself soon enough

if you don't give us
what we're asking for.

Do you mind?

Sorry.

I thought you were
supposed to be staying

in your quarters.

In the middle of a crisis?

I've got to do something,

get involved, make decisions.

Lighter or darker here
- what do you think?

I think that you're in my way.

What is this, anyway?

It's a record of my
visit to the alien ship.

Hmm.

Strange, isn't it?

What?

Well, I�m a designer.

I think in terms of
lines, forms, direction.

How the image adds
up to something more.

And?

Well, look.

All those aliens touching
each other like that.

They were fighting.

No, I�ve seen fighting,
and that's not it.

They form a chain

leading up to that tube,

the back row touching
the one in front of it,

and on and on to the end.

We know the alien force
was spread by touch.

Yes...

But the numbers get smaller

the closer you move to the tube,

until there's just... one.

Interesting.

Dr. Chambers saw
multiple e. e. g. readouts

in the alien we brought back.

So the personalities are
all in one body again.

So there you are.

If touch is how the genie
gets out of the bottle,

then maybe touch is how

the genie gets back
in the bottle again.

Maybe. But we still
need to figure out

how to get the alien forms
off the ship willingly.

That's not going to be easy.

Just show them this color scheme.

If that doesn't drive
them off, nothing will.

Lieutenant.

Given what I�ve just heard,

it seems likely that
our unwelcome guests

are going to make a
move sometime soon.

We've sealed off the
decks, but there's a lot

they can do to hurt
us, even from inside.

I had the same thought.

This deck alone gives them access

to helm and steering controls.

They could immobilize us

until we agree to take
them where they want to go.

Exactly. So we have
to limit their access

to critical areas.

Now, life support for these decks

are still controlled from here.

If we can kill the heating systems

in all the areas we need to protect,

then we can herd them together

in one central area over here.

It'll take a while.

We'll have to override
the safety protocols.

But once we cut the heating system,

it'll get real cold there real fast.

Then I suggest you get to it.

Aye, sir.

Sir, Mr. Welles is on the line.

Put him through.

I told you there
would be consequences

if you did not comply
with our demands, Captain.

Your actions would indicate
you don't take us seriously.

Let me change that for you.

Wait-wait! Wait! No!

Aah!

You son of a bitch,
I swear to god I�ll-

You'll what? Kill this body?

We'll just move into another one.

As long as one of us
goes on, we all go on.

Our mistake the last
time was allowing

the Captain his
freedom for too long.

We don't intend to make
the same mistake twice.

You have exactly 10 minutes

in which to surrender
yourself to us.

If you refuse,

we'll begin killing
one of your people

every 5 minutes until
you change your mind.

Decide quickly, Captain.
You now have 9 minutes.

Tell security to
unlock the bullet car.

I want to get in there
as fast as possible.

Sir, I object-

and I object to sitting here

letting my people get murdered.

Sir, once you're inside,
they can take you over

same as they did everybody else.

I may have a way to
stall, buy us some time,

but not a lot.

So we need to figure
a way out of this.

We'll have to pull out plan B.

What's plan B?

We can't afford to let these things

get to an inhabited planet.

If we can't stop them...

if it looks like

they're going to gain
control of the ship,

I'm authorizing self-destruct.

One way or another, this ends here.

Yes, sir.

Welles to Gideon
- you now have 4 minutes left.

I know.

30 seconds to spare.

I'm a punctual kind of guy.

Does our presence offend you?

Yes. But that's not the reason.

You deliberately precipitated
the crisis in medbay

so that she'd have to enter
without a protective suit.

So whatever you are, I figure
you can't get through this

any more than you can
pass through a closed door.

Very perceptive, Captain.

Flesh is our conduit,

our biochemical door into
the soul and the mind.

So, if you don't
mind removing that...

not a chance.

Not as long as I have this.

If you kill us, then
you kill your own crew.

Which rather defeats
the point of coming.

I don't have to kill you.

All I have to do is
blow away the kneecap

of anyone who tries it.

Then we can fix the damage
later, after you're gone.

And meanwhile, you're, uh...

stuck here with people that
you can't use in a fight.

As I said, perceptive.

But there is one small
problem with your logic.

In less than an hour,

your air supply will run out.

Then you'll have to
take off that suit...

or die.

Even you need air, Captain.

That's true.

We all do, don't we?

As Mr. Eilerson says...

"The air is human. "

What is he talking about?

That's a cliche.

I never use cliches.

I never said that in my entire life.

If I didn't feel for his position,

I'd consider suing.

Wait a minute.

The saying is, "To err is human",

not "The air is human".

Does he know he's being monitored?

Affirmative.

But they've got the
frequency as well,

so they're probably listening in.

Then maybe that was meant for us.

If he's figured something out
and he couldn't say it openly,

he'd have to say it in a
way they wouldn't notice.

But what does it mean?

"The air is human".

On the other ship,

the bodies were pointed
toward the cryotube,

as if they were
sending the alien force

back into one person as
the ship depressurized.

Well, it's obvious
they need air to survive

just like everyone else.

If their host bodies die
of oxygen deprivation,

they die as well. But
how does that help us?

Oh, hell. I've got it.
Sarah, how long does

the average human
last without oxygen?

4-5 minutes, no more.

Then you start to get brain damage.

That'll have to be enough.

Come on, we gotta get to medbay.

What's in medbay?

If I�m right, it's
our ticket out of here.

Is there any way to
depressurize the decks

that these things have taken over?

Mr. Eilerson,

there are E.V.A.
suits on the main deck.

If even one of them gets to them,

all we'll have succeeded in doing

is killing 200 people.

Trust me.

Computer, how much oxygen left?

There are 24 minutes remaining

of E.V.A. oxygen.

Come on.

Come on, figure it out.

I repeat, stand by

to override safety controls

and depressurize decks 7 through 9.

All medical personnel stand by.

Security details to all air locks.

Do not allow anyone
passage without challenge.

Prepare to crack air lock on deck 9.

Use of deadly force is authorized.

I repeat-use of deadly
force authorized.

Decompression alert.

Repeat
- decompression alert.

No.

Noooo!

I told them they couldn't stop me.

I told them.

Hey, something's wrong.

I... can't move.

I can't move.

I can't move!

Don't... we can work this out.

Don't do this. We can work together.

I know what you're looking for.

I know where you can find it!

Don't do this.

Don't do this!

Lieutenant. Yes, sir?

You know what to do.

Aye, sir.

Fire.

Beginning repressurization.

Med teams report immediately
to decks 9 and 10.

Repeat-all med teams to
decks 9 and 10 a. s. a. p.

We've secured the ship, Captain.

Good.

Now, before you let
anyone else on board,

be sure the thing is decontaminated

From stem to stern.

I don't want this
happening all over again.

Roger that, Captain.
We'll crack the database

and let you know if we
find anything we can use.

Good luck. Move us away.

Yes, sir.

Captain.

Mr. Welles. Feeling better?

Still a little weak
around the knees,

but yes, thanks to
you and your crew.

We're about to head out.

It's a bit more excitement
than I�m used to.

But before that,

I'd like to thank
you properly. Kevin?

While we were waiting
for the other ships,

I finished my designs.

We had them stop off en route

to pick up the new uniforms

So you could have them right away.

New uniforms?

I didn't want to
wait a minute longer

than was necessary.

Huh.

It's got power, presence, strength.

It'll blend in with the ship

so you're all more a part of it.

It's official, dignified.

It's everything you could
ask for in a uniform.

Mr. Welles...

we've already approved the designs

with Earthforce personnel back home,

and they've given the go-ahead.

Wear it with pride, Captain.

That's an order.

Take a look at that collar.

Yeah, I see it.

I'm not sure I�ll be able
to breathe in that thing.

Breathe when you're off-duty.

Yes, sir.

I wanted to thank you for your help,

for doing what had to be done.

I keep hoping that he would have

approved of using
his body like that.

I think so.

This way, he not only saved my life,

he saved everyone on the ship.

And you feel better about that.

A little.

You're such a puzzle to me, Max.

On one level, you've got an ego

that's as big as a galactic core.

But at other times, like this...

I hear the voice of someone

desperately unsure of himself.

It's such a contradiction.

Not really.

Not when you consider what I do

compared to what they do.

The most I risk is
a paper cut, usually.

But them, they risk it all, and...

in the end, who's to speak for them?

Gideon.

And I don't envy him the job.

Power, dignity, presence.

I look like a bellhop.

Begin recording letter.

Confirmed.

Dear Mrs. Greenberg,

I was your son Stuart's
commanding officer.

I wanted you to know
that he gave his life

in the pursuit of his duty.

His actions saved the lives

of over 300 of his fellow crewmen.

I have submitted his
name for a commendation.

He was...

he was a good man, Mrs. Greenberg,

and all the commendations
won't make up

for his absence at the dinner table.

But you should know
that he was a brave man

who did what needed to be done,

and we all owe him our lives.

My sincere condolences on your loss,

and should you feel the
need to talk, please...

do not hesitate to contact me.

Dear mr. Arkham,

your son David gave his life

in the performance of his duty.

I was his commanding officer.