Killjoys

Previously on "Killjoys"...

This isn't her ship. It's her prison.

Aneela's abilities with the Green are unlike anyone else's.

We watch her. We learn from her.

The Hullen have existed for thousands of years.

Did you really think the power structure ended with Aneela?

Turin, open the door!

If you unlock that door, he's gonna kill us all.

He is not one of us!

Cardiff was all over my ass, and I let myself doubt.

You're one of the good ones, Fancy.

You're not.

Ohron is home of the Ferran, the most badass outlaw mercenaries in the J.

When the Hullen come, the Ferran will answer.

These ships are key to reaching Aneela.

And so far, they only respond to D'Avin.

I just figured out what Khlyen was protecting in the Remnant.

Brains. Micro slices of a neocortex.

It's where memories are stored.

- Whose brains? - It's a close match to you.

All right, boys and girls.

Strap in, put on some smooth jazz,

and welcome to our first flight maneuvers test run.

Nice and easy.

These ships are running organic tech that we don't fully understand yet,

but with my fancy glove controllers spliced with D'Av's DNA,

those controls should be your bitch.

- Oh, you sound jealous, Jaqobis. - You sound bored.

Wanna kick things up with a little delta five formation?

Oh, you know I do.

Synchronizing telemetry.

Ten, nine...

Eight, seven...

The hells, Elis?

I didn't do anything. She just moved on her own.

- What's going on? - I don't know.

- Everything looks normal. - I thought you worked out the bugs.

- What's wrong? - I told you, I don't know.

- Well, figure it out! - Hey!

Give him some space.

Now.

Break left! Break left!

Son of a bitch!

The system's not responding.

Are you seeing this? It's like they're in sync.

No. They aren't in sync.

They're mirroring each other.

When one breaks right, the other one breaks left.

Okay, you two, listen close.

We think your controls are in some sort of feedback loop.

- Oh, tits. - Listen to me, every move

you make is affecting the other ship,

so pick a parallel trajectory

and stay the course, now.

Oh, shit, he's coming for me.

- What do I do? - Pull up! Pull up!

Ten zero niner, are you there?

Ten zero niner, come in.

Ten zero niner, do you copy?

There are no life signs.

God damn it!

You told us you could fly these things.

This is on you.

We gotta say something to the team.

- Hold morale. - Morale?

If you're the only one who can control these ships,

then we have no fleet. If we have no fleet,

- then we have no chance. - I know.

Dutch should have been here for this.

Dutch kind of took off last night.

- What? - I didn't want to say anything

in front of Turin. I figured she just took Lucy...

get some space, clear her head.

When I went to get her for the flight test this morning,

she still wasn't back.

Look, you need to talk to her.

I've tried. You're better at it than me.

Maybe because I don't try and kiss her

right before a tragic funeral.

- Sweet move, by the way. - Hey, that was her move.

Point stands. Do your "best friend power twins" thing.

Talk her back.

Lucy, coordinates on Dutch, please.

Lucy?

Hey, did you rewrite Lucy's access codes to block John?

I don't want him finding us.

Oh, yeah. I Zephed all over his Jaqobis.

I Zephed on it hard.

- What exactly is this shit? - Ah, don't shake the brains!

Sorry, micro slices of a neocortex with chemically encoded memories.

What makes you think these are Aneela's memories?

Your face, kinda?

The sections of genome I was able to analyze

are virtually identical to yours but Hullen.

And we only know one Hullen bitch who looks like you,

so, ta-da, deduction.

And you think you can help me relive them?

When I route the neurons back through your hippocampus,

your brain should process them just like any other memory.

What?

You have done this before, right?

I've read about it.

Twice.

Good.

'Cause I like being first.

What is this place?

Defunct Company lab.

Still has all the toys I need.

Look, um,

I really don't know what putting Hullenized shit

in your brain will do to you.

Are you sure you want to risk it?

The Hullen destroyed three of our allied RACs

because of a fight I started.

- Okay, but... - I don't know how to win, Zeph.

What's gonna happen when she actually arrives at the Quad?

How do I fight her?

- I don't know. - Neither do I,

but I knew Khlyen.

He was protecting me from Aneela.

If he was hiding those memories and sent D'Av

to go and get them, then they're meant for me.

Maybe they'll tell me her weakness, her endgame,

something I can use to win.

What about the boys? Shouldn't they be a part of this?

Do you miss them?

No. Whatever. Kind of.

Do they talk about me?

I'll tell the Jaqobis everything once there's

something to tell, but for now,

it's between us girls.

Like, a...

slumber party.

But also, you really need friends.

How's this gonna work?

The neurons will enter your brain through the optic nerve.

From there, they'll travel through the temporal lobe

to your hippocampus.

Since you're not encoded in the memories,

it should probably feel a bit like

watching someone else's dream.

I'll be tracking the electrical impulses in your cortex,

so I should be able to steer you through them

kind of like a memory road map.

I hope.

Just tell me when.

When.

Okay.

Try not to move.

This is your fault, you know?

There has to be another way.

I have to remove your memories to keep them out of the Green.

No one can ever know what you've done,

or she will come for you.

Now...

Let's begin.

The Wolf You Feed

Aneela?

I'm running away.

Yes, I see that.

A little fuel for your journey?

I don't want to leave here.

My friends are here.

Mommy's here.

Your mother will visit us.

I hope.

She says you're a fool.

What's that one?

Arkyn.

Qresh is sinking, Neely.

The ocean's are rising.

Once people realize that, war and strife will come.

Now, if we stay here,

I can offer you your piece of a dying empire.

But if we go...

I can give you a whole new world.

Now, how many Qreshi fathers can do that?

Khlyen is from Qresh?

Is that helpful?

Helps me understand why he was always

such a pompous git, I guess.

That memory's too old.

They're not even Hullen yet.

I don't want home movies. I want strategy.

I want to know what Khlyen was hiding.

Can you pull me forward, please?

Yeah, but there's only so long I can keep you in there

before Aneela's neurons attach to your cells

- and start replicating. - I know the risks, Zeph.

Copy that. Making neurons my bitch in five...

Aneela?

What have you done?

I've been experimenting.

Like father, like daughter.

This is not the legacy I had in mind.

There's something wrong with the way

the plasma bonds with the human bodies.

It's... inefficient.

If I can't fix them, how will I ever fix me?

Where are you getting these ideas?