Infini

- Step forward, please. - Sir, take your eye line to me.

- What is your name? - Lieutenant Philipa Boxen.

- Look me dead in the eye. - I'm gonna ask you a series of questions.

- I'll repeat the question. - I advise you to take your eyes to me.

- What is your name? - Claire Grenich.

- Do you know where you are? - Yeah, East Coast Headquarters.

I need your full cooperation before I can clear you.

Chester P Huntington.

- What does the P stand for? - Peter.

- Charlie Kent. - Captain Seet Johanson.

- How are you feeling? - Please focus and cooperate with me!

- I'm a BioMed. - Sir, you must tell me immediately.

- Sir, are you hallucinating? - No.

- You're quite jittery, sir. - Harris Menzies.

- My vision is fine. - I told you that already.

- Huntington, answer the damn question! - Do you believe in the resurrection?

- It's hot in here. - How many times have we done this shit?

I'm sure you don't wanna be standing here all day. And neither do I!

- Pick this up! Come on! - Yeah.

- What the fuck? - I don't wanna fucking hear about it.

- I wanna clear you, I wanna... - Can I get the fuck out of here now?

- I need answers. Kent, stay with me. - Emma!

I'm looking at you!

Hey, there, early bird.

Everything okay?

I'm either really excited or...

just stone cold shit scared.

Probably both, but that's a good thing. It'll bring you home each night.

Yeah.

- We are doing the right thing here. - Well, maybe we're not.

Obviously nothing good can come from getting us out of this and into a better life.

Is it too early for me?

- Not today. - The correct answer is not any day.

I've trained my ass off for this.

Yeah.

Which is why those tactical boys won't know what hit them.

And whatever you have to do...

you come home to us at the end.

That's old school.

- Don't go. - I have to go...

- You don't have to go. Please? Please? - I'll take this with me.

- It'll be my lucky charm. - But actually, you don't have to go.

I promise you... that I'll be home for dinner tonight.

- Now you stop looking like that. - I'm not looking like anything.

- I'm gonna take this book. I gotta go. - No, no, no. Please, please, please.

- No, no, sit down, sit down. - I can't.

- This is an order, sit down! - It's my first day!

- I have to go, I have to go to work. - No. No.

- Are those tears? - Please?

- I gotta go. I gotta go. - Please? No.

I'm betting we sit around doing core drills...

Okay! You bitches ready to rock?

Where's my wing man?

I was looking for my old buddy boy...

not some poser who looks like he should be over on the east coast.

We hate those pussies.

Ladies and gentleman, Mr. Whit Carmichael's first day in the big leagues.

Come on, gimme some sugar, Brohemius.

Yeah, in front of the boys, come on, man. It's all good.

We've all been through it.

- I'm gonna kick your ass. - That's cute.

- Look how cute they are! - You said you weren't gonna do this.

And what? You believed me? You good?

- Yeah, I'm good. - You're gonna fit right in.

Okay, Schmiddy, Fisher, Matson, you guys are outta here.

- Why we gotta leave? - Because you're dressed and I ordered it.

We got a 9:30 at technical. I'll be down in a minute.

Get out of here.

- So, Dave... - Yeah?

You wanna talk to me about anything?

Not really. Why?

No, I was just going through the slip logs and...

I noticed something small, real small...

like a couple of minutes missing.

Now to most, that don't mean much, but to me...

well, it kinda looks like someone might've borrowed time they didn't have.

Probably just an error, something that small, you know.

Or a dirty jump.

Who am I talking to here?

My captain...

or my friend?

Both.

- Maybe you don't wanna hear this? - Sure he does.

- Our trouble's now his trouble. Come on. - Your trouble's always been my trouble.

Listen, we can't chat about this here.

Okay.

Okay.

Tonight at Sake House, then.

Can't do tonight, I'm sorry. I promised Lisa I'd be home.

What? You're kidding me.

She's pregnant, you know how she gets. I promised. She made me promise.

You see what I mean? Puddy-whipped.

Hey, does anybody else know?

All personnel squads 14 to 28 are preparing to jump. I repeat...

- Okay, where we at? - ...squads 14 to 28 are preparing to jump.

We have no idea what you will encounter when you arrive.

You know what you've got to do. You're going in blind.

We have no idea what you'll encounter when you arrive.

Above all, I want you back safe, all of you.

All personnel squads 14 to 28 are preparing to jump.

- We're on standby. Grab your gear. - Back on deck, boys, back on deck.

You are go in...

five, four...

three... two... one.

We have squad 28 incoming in three... two... one.

- Quarantine breach. Squad 19. - What happened to the rest of them?

- Squad 21. - Bronson, put down that weapon!

Bronson, what are you doing?

Don't arm that! Don't arm that!

Okay, we're on, let's go.

Shit.

Emergency lockdown in effect.

- The door is locked! - Let me at it.

What do you mean it's locked?

Emergency lockdown in effect. Please remain in your quarters.

Where's security? We need goddamn reinforcements!

You see that?

We got a fire! We got a fire!

Sit tight. Hold tight.

Get down! Down!

- Dave, get the black box. - What box?

Dave, you've got the box! I know you've got it! Get it!

Fuck! Worst fucking day of my life.

- Stay down, buddy boy. - What's he getting, the jump box?

Why are you getting that thing? No, no, no, I'm not jumping!

- We're not dirty jumping! - Check the coordinates.

Don't fucking move.

- What have we got, Dave? - Infini, where the fuck is that?

- Come on, show me, show me. - It's off the grid.

- That can't be right! It's off the grid! - Check it again!

- ...Delta sequence commencing. - Fuck!

What's delta lockdown? Dave, what's delta lockdown?

- We're gonna fucking die, man. - We gotta dirty jump, right now.

To where those other guys went? To where those other fucking guys went?

The next step after a delta lockdown is stasis! You know that!

Our destination is fixed to wherever this is and I ain't fucking going!

We've gotta jump, now!

Shit, they're gassing!

- Go, go, go! - Just don't move, don't move.

It's... hang on, hang on, hang on.

You're good. Move, move! He's done.

- Something at APEX is shutting me out. - Fucking fix it!

- Your clearances are too high to crack! - Dave, you can fix it!

I can't, it's not fucking letting me in! I can't fucking break the code!

Carmichael, you're out in five.

Oh, Jesus. It's all right, it's all right.

We're gonna figure this out, right?

Sef, I can't die here.

I don't wanna die, Sef. I gotta get home. I gotta get home.

Buddy boy?

- Have you seen these new plasmid readings? - I'm seeing everything. That's my job.

Look, if it is not a fucking fact, I don't wanna know about it.

Good morning. Menzies, Jacklar, Huntington, Captain Johanson, Grenich, Kent,

this is Philipa Boxen, your acting lieutenant.

She's just passing through. Be nice.

Rex Manning's been drafted in as added security. You're gonna fucking need it.

In front of you is a sample of what is already in your kits.

I'll get to that in a moment. Now listen up.

I'm getting this intel as you are. There's way too much conjecture for my liking.

I'm calling bullshit on half of this, remember that. Here we go.

The OI Infini...

the furthest outpost in our galaxy.

Sitting on a rock devoid of life, devoid of light,

and frozen to the point of near infinite crush.

Claire, you sure you're all right?

Please, please, be quiet.

But what she's best known for is the worst deep space disaster in history.

1,600 men and women, all workers, killed when the mineral aggregate opus...

a potential mined energy source unique to that planet,

turned out to be highly volatile under normal operating conditions.

Then why build a station out there in the first place?

- They should've known that beforehand. - Yeah, my thoughts exactly.

The station was permanently shut down and all pending shipments halted...

an order classified code Zephyr

in the realisation, and I quote...

"A catastrophic global event was imminent if the contents of any one payload

"ever met with our atmosphere".

Which is where the real shit-storm occurs.

12 minutes ago, west coast slip stream depot 946

attempted to recall research officer Montoli Reece...

from active duty on mining station Infini.

Now, we know Montoli was part of an inspection team of 15

sent to assess the site following the recent disaster.

During the time out there, something happened to the other members of the crew

resulting in their deaths.

HQ tried to pull Montoli out...

he crippled his APEX device to remain on the facility.

- So are we talking villain or saviour here? - I would definitely go with the former...

expect phenordementia, maybe even rhombust psychosis.

So should we be expecting some sort of fire fight out there?

- Jacklar, I don't fucking know. - Well, we've got Rex Mannings.

Be prepared for anything. Okay, listen!

Whilst on Infini...

Montoli was able to bring base operations back online via the local network,

then severed remote connection.

He has prepped a payload...

to be delivered to an undisclosed location here on Earth.

Given the slipstreams, is six minutes from now.

I don't have to tell you how important this mission is. Wait.

We just lost the west coast.