Dark Matter

Previously on "Dark Matter"...

Alicia Reynaud.

Business magnate, venture capitalist,

ruthless criminal... Bad news.

We're going after her.

This is just a fact-finding mission.

Once we find out what this card does and how,

get out of there.

With the Blink Drive,

you just disappear from one place

and reappear somewhere else.

Initiating Blink Drive.

Something's wrong.

What the hell is happening?

I'm detecting micro-breaches throughout the ship.

Weapons and shields are down.

Nav systems are offline.

Engines are damaged, both FTL and sub-light.

Rerouting power from damaged sections.

Our weapons and shields are up.

Nav systems are online.

Sub-light engines are back, and working on FTL.

Well, that didn't go exactly as planned, did it?

Yeah, but was it a successful test of the Blink Drive?

No, we fell well short of our target destination.

How short?

We only traveled 1.2 miles.

1.2?

Guys, we could've walked.

What happened?

I'll have to run a thorough diagnostic,

which may take some time.

The Drive may also require repair and adjustments,

which could also delay our next attempt.

Next attempt?

Are you kidding me?

We barely survived the first one.

No, once we figure it out,

that device will allow us instantaneous travel

anywhere in the universe.

We can't give up.

What is that?

It's a distress call from Regulus-12.

Devon and Nyx are on that station.

Take us back.

Approaching the station.

Are you receiving any other transmissions?

Just the one.

It appears to be on a loop,

broadcasting at recurrent 3-minute intervals.

Other than that, oddly, none.

Why is it so dark?

What the hell?

The station appears to have come under attack.

Devon and Nyx...

Take us in.

I can't.

The bays are damaged and are now exposed to atmosphere.

We need to get in and help the survivors.

I'm sorry, Two. I don't believe there are any.

What's that?

They're ships.

I'm detecting three in all.

Onscreen.

Hang on a sec.

That looks like...

It can't be.

It's...

Us.

It's the "Raza."

What the hell was that?

It just disappeared.

How is that possible?

The residual negative energy I'm detecting

suggests they're in possession of a Blink Drive

not unlike our own.

Well, a fully functioning one.

I don't know what the hell's going on, but I've had enough.

Get us out of here.

What was that?

A third Mikkei destroyer just dropped out of FTL

and opened fire on us.

Can we jump?

FTL engines are still down.

The damage to the Blink Drive is impeding our ability

to restore them.

Get down to system control and disengage it.

Get us up and running.

Let's buy them some time.

You got it.

We're about to have more company.

The other two Mikkei ships are closing fast.

Hold your fire. Divert all power to the shields.

This is the "Raza." We are standing down.

Please respond.

This is the "Raza." Please respond.

We are not your enemies.

We are allies of your Commander Truffault.

We're not looking for a fight here.

- This is Commander Truffault. - Truffault?

What the hell are you trying to pull?

What's going on?

Why are your ships attacking us?

We're attacking you because we're at war.

What are you talking about?

You've decimated a dozen of our outposts,

destroyed three of our ships,

and now you claim you don't know what's going on.

The fact that you're even talking to me suggests

there's something wrong with your Blink Drive,

otherwise you'd be long gone by now.

How does she know about the Drive?

I don't know.

Either you surrender and let us board,

or we blast you to bits

and pick through your scattered remnants.

Commander, I don't know what's going on.

Your delay tactics won't work.

The second we pick up readings of a jump attempt,

we will annihilate you.

Again, awaiting your decision, "Raza."

All right, I promise you no resistance,

provided you can guarantee the safety of my crew.

Turn over the Drive, and you have a deal.

Done. "Raza" out.

Five, how's it looking down there?

Stand by.

It's not good.

The Blink Drive is fried.

What about the FTL engines?

We'll have to re-route through another access port.

That will take some time.

- How long? - Approximately 30 minutes.

Good. Keep working on it.

We're about to have some company.

I've placed the sections outside the air lock

and the mess hall under lockdown.

This is as much for their protection

as it is for yours.

Do not attack unless engaged.

And I need you all to stay out of sight.

We need to draw this out,

buy some time to make repairs.

Once we get the FTL up and running,

we'll make the jump.

They said they'd open fire if we tried.

I'm counting on the fact that they won't...

Not with their own people on board.

Two out.

Shouldn't you be with Five?

She doesn't require my assistance.

Besides, I've made a surprising discovery

that I think you should know about.

I've detected an anomalous distortion

in the area of the ship's exit point into normal space.

Right, because we used the Blink Drive.

But likely not in the way in which it was intended.

A slight variance in the temperature

of the cosmic microwave background

suggests a highly unusual possibility...

We may have inadvertently traveled to a parallel universe.

What?

The multiverse theory of quantum physics

posits the existence of alternate worlds

running parallel to our own...

Divergent time streams that may differ slightly

or even significantly

than the reality that we inhabit.

They can theoretically be accessed by...

Punching a hole through space-time.

It would explain a lot...

Mikkei's unusually aggressive actions,

Commander Truffault's knowledge of the Blink Drive,

and, of course,

the other "Raza."

The rest of the crew will no doubt have a hard time

believing this.

The rest of the crew is not who I'm worried about.

Are you done?

If you want to run a scan, I can give you the coordinates.

I have no interest in either proving or disproving

your lunatic theory.

I'm here for the Drive.

I'm sure you have someone on board

who'll be able to confirm it's genuine.

I gave you the device.

I held up my end of the deal.

And so will I.

I guarantee the safety of you and your crew...

until delivery to Central,

at which point my superiors will decide what to do with you.

I'm afraid it's not gonna be that simple.

Oh, no?

This section of the ship is under lockdown.

My crew is armed and hidden.

We won't be going down without a fight.

I will just have to return to my ship, then.

Making it back might be a problem.

Looks like we're at an impasse.