Deep Space

Base do you copy?

Base, mayday!

I have no power!

I'm cycling, the breaker is gone.

Damn you!

Oh my god.

Oh!

Eject, eject!

Brains!

We were the first astronauts into deep space.

A crew of military and scientists

sent to explore microbial life on a distant ice planet.

We came using the Terminal,

a transportation system that reduced a 10,000

year journey to just months.

It was incredible.

And dangerous,

because it was our only connection to Earth.

Did you see that?

Siege, say again, I didn't copy you.

I have radar contact.

Your frame 14 down 5 oh.

Charlie, do you see what she's on about?

Sorry dude, nothing on radar.

Dammit Siege.

Well I'll be damned.

I'm still not getting any readings here.

Siege, tally your visual on your bogey.

Copy.

Maybe a comet fragment scattering the radar?

Charlie, update on the capsule?

Capsule's arriving in 12 seconds.

Looks like the bogey will stay out of the arrival zone.

Duke, we have to leave.

Say again.

We have to get out of here.

What are you talking about?

What the hell was that?

Charlie, what happened?

Charlie?

Siege, do you copy?

Base, do you copy?

Siege is not responsive, but her ship

is outside the debris zone.

We have a visual on Duke.

Athea and I are on route to his position.

Athea, return to base now.

John, the capsule exploded.

If Duke lost power, that means he can't outrun the debris.

I can flip him around and use his engines as a shield.

Leave him, you don't have the fuel.

Then come and get me when I'm done.

Senna, cut base comm.

Roger.

Did she just cut us off?

ETA on that debris.

90 seconds.

We have to save time by coming in fast and stopping hard.

Authorize remove safety.

Authorized.

Replot with 90 D-cell new arrival.

40 seconds.

But it's gonna hurt, Athea.

Execute.

OMS burn for pitch-down maneuver

in three, two, one.

Pitch over complete.

Main deceleration burn, in three, two, one.

Rendezvous is imminent.

Brace for impact.

Okay, Senna, I have control.

Copy.

Careful.

Come on.

Are we okay?

I think so.

I'm trying to contact Duke's ship.

There's no power.

Backup systems failed.

Oh my God.

Put your helmet on.

I was attacked.

What?

I was...

Oh my God.

Duke.

Duke!

Shit.

No!

Oh God.

All medical personnel to muster station Alpha.

Now receiving out of hangar bays one and two.

Siege!

Hey, you okay?

Hey, hey.

Wow, you are not okay.

You barfed all over the hangar.

Sorry.

It's okay, it's okay.

Just, okay here, come with me, come on.

Up we go, yep.

There you go.

All personnel to muster station Alpha.

Now receiving out of hangar bays one and two.

Down you go.

Hey, hey, what happened to you?

I'm fine, where's Duke?

All clear.

Athea?

She's okay.

She's insane, actually.

She took her ship into the debris field.

She flipped Duke's ship dicks over dongers

and she used his engine as a shield.

It actually coulda worked, but...

Someone should go check on her.

Okay, alright.

Stay here, okay?

Athea.

Gimme a fucking second.

With all due respect sir, I can't sign that.

It's just a reprimand.

I had to try and save him.

You didn't.

Athea.

Duke's death was an accident.

Yours would have been a mistake.

An accident?

That's right.

I was out there and I have no idea what that was.

We've been here 11 months.

No issues receiving capsules and suddenly,

all hell breaks loose?

And Duke, he tried to signal me something.

I read your report.

Eddie is on it.

It is no longer your concern.

We have to ground the fleet until we know what happened.

I am not grounding the fleet.

We just lost our Wing Commander.

We should have left five months ago.

Because Eddie extended our mission here,

we have run out of food and if the transport

terminal is damaged, we can't receive the next capsule

or go home.

It is our lifeline

and everybody flies until it gets repaired...

Sir, we have to...

Unless you wanna die here.

So, I need to know,

can you take an order whether you like it or not?

By the way, if the Terminal really is screwed,

you might wanna ration that.

Athea.

Yes, sir.

I was in the Round Room having a toast with the pilots.

We watched the explosion from there.

They're waiting on word of their new Wing Commander.

Congratulations.

Nemain, we read you on good approach

to the Terminal.

Hold at waypoint one while we do a final check on Tau Ceti

for any stellar activity.

Hey, quick question.

Did you take your boots off, 'cause it kinda

smells like death in here.

My feet get hot.

Yeah.

Please don't be blown to shit.

Hey, don't worry about it.

We're the dream team.

Nothing you can't fly, nothing I can't fix.

Checking weather reports now.

Nemain you're a go for survey pass and Bobbi,

you're a go for EVA, good luck.

Copy that.

Turn on the port light.

Base, we're coming under the blast shield now.

Missing two fuel cells and there's major damage

to the Terminal's attitude and thrust control module.

Copy that.

There's a lot of interference on the video feed.

For now, carry on with a verbal description

of what you see.

That's the thing, Base, there's not much to see.

You can fix anything, right Bobbi?

I can't fix this.

There goes our ticket home.

Oh, Jesus.