Pandora

Yee-haw!

Yeah.

Approaching Prion Control.

Breaker, breaker!

This is space ace trucker Roy Scantron,

aboard the Big Bertha.

Come in, Prion Control.

Show me some love.

Best cargo hauler to the moons of the...

Scantron, will you please shut the hell up?

Dock that hunk of interstellar junk in cargo bay 94.

Copy that.

Bringing my pretty girl in right now.

Welcome, Zazie.

Hey, Jaxie!

Remember what it was like to have fun?

Uh, vaguely, been a while.

Ralen's gone.

Jett's gone.

I'm beginning to think this entire study group of ours is vaporized.

Mmm.

Mmm, Dr. Greg, huh?

So hot. Can't believe you dumped him.

Zazie, I already told you, I didn't dump him.

It's a long story.

Yeah, I know,

but you should get back together with him.

We are at totally different places in our life right now.

Literally, actually.

I just got a transmission from him,

and turns out he's living on Aluna 4 now.

- The mining colony? - Yeah.

I know.

What's he doing all the way out there on the Outer Rim?

He said that he finally found his calling in life.

Thinks he can really make a difference out there.

Okay, whatever.

You just tell him I said

it's time for him to get that fine booty of his

back to Earth, pronto.

Greg was saying goodbye.

I think that he realizes that we're just

in two different places in our life right now.

It was a really sweet message though.

I'm... I'm happy for him.

Jax?

Are you all right?

What's happening to me?

Attention, watch crew.

Outgoing on bay 12.

Hey, these containers for EarthCom?

Sweet, I'll take the entire load.

No, you won't. These are not for you.

What? Hey, you know I'm the best

long distance hauler you got, Dangore.

Ain't a sector in the galaxy

I can't get to faster than anybody else you've got.

Look, Scantron. I'd love to give you a big-paying cargo,

but your insurance certificates are out-of-date.

Nobody wants to take the risk on you

losing your payload to pirates,

and then not being able to cover the loss.

You never told me that before.

Yes, I did. You just never listen.

Oh, come on, man.

Hey, the only reason why I can't get bonded

is because I can't repair my ship.

And I can't repair my ship

unless I get some lucrative cargo first.

- You feel me? - Well, I may have one job.

But I need a skillful, savvy, veteran hauler

who can knows how to keep his mouth shut.

Do you feel me?

Hey, I can keep my mouth shut.

So, what's the cargo?

You transport these containers to the Outer Rim,

past the EarthCom blockade,

and you don't look inside.

Ever!

Hey, man, it sounds shady.

I don't want to lose my transport license.

That's a shame, because this job pays ten times the going rate.

I'll do it.

Bertha, and get these loaded, pronto.

The white zone is for the immediate loading

and offloading of cargo only.

There is no stopping in the red zone.

It's done. Roy Scantron's taking the cargo.

Good. But I don't want any loose ends.

Understood. What happens to Roy Scantron is none of my business.

I wasn't referring to him.

Welcome home, Jax.

Are you okay? I was so worried about you.

What was it? What did the doctor say?

She said I'm pregnant.

Jett, are you absolutely sure that the signal you're tracking

is coming from one of the cargo containers

- that was loaded onto that vessel? - Absolutely.

Why would the pirates have an illegal weapons cache

smuggled onboard a civilian transport vessel?

It's actually very clever.

No one would expect it,

and EarthCom is far too stretched

to inspect every transport ship coming into the colonies.

This weapon was manufactured by Parallax.

If we can find more of them onboard,

we can prove that Parallax is supporting the pirates

by providing them with munitions.

Captain Duvall, should we notify Admiral Lucas of our current position?

No. First, we need to make sure that all the rest of these weapons are onboard.

We need to connect all the dots

before we bring Lucas in on this.

Jett, why don't you try

intercepting any outgoing transmissions

- coming from that vessel. - On it.

Routing through comms... now.

Damn it, Xander.

Why won't you answer me?

It is Xander's baby, right?

Of course.

I mean, I don't know how it wouldn't be.

I haven't been intimate with anyone else recently.

I'm sure he'll reach out as soon as he's able.

I just don't understand how this is possible.

I mean, we were both on birth control.

I just need to talk to him before I do something that can't be undone.

Is that the way you're leaning?

Yeah, I think so.

Are you sure, Jax?

It's just an undifferentiated cluster of cells, right?

I have so much going on right now that I can't even tell you about.

Besides, I don't even know what kind of world I'd bring this child into.

Look, Jax, I know this was unexpected, but

things don't always go the way we plan.

Look, I appreciate what you're saying,

but I need you to trust me when I say that I cannot do this right now.

Jax, you are...

such a good person,

and you'd make a wonderful mother.

That's more important than the timing being perfect.

Plus...

you're not really gonna be able to hide it for much longer.

Wait, I think something's wrong. I just...

I feel like a vibration or something.

That's the baby, silly. It's moving.

Wait, that's so crazy.

It...

feels like butterflies.

Isn't that hauler gonna make us?

The ionized gasses inside the nebula that we're traversing

will cloak our approach.

The pilot should think that we are a sensor echo

in all this soup.

Gentlemen, let's get ready to latch on.

Yeah, he knew the risk, but he took the job anyway.

Hauling dangerous contraband halfway across the galaxy.

Why? Because he's Captain Roy,

the best junk jockey in the galaxy.

Edit, computer.

Captain Roy, the smartest,

best-looking, sexiest

junk jockey in the galaxy.

You're under arrest for illegal weapons trafficking, Captain Roy.

Everything was going so well,

until he got caught.

Okay, so I'm telling you all, I have no idea

what's in those containers.

See, I'm... I'm just a patsy.

A patsy?

I suggest you tell my friend the truth.

He can be very persuasive.

So, who are you working for, Parallax Galactic

- and the Sumi pirates? - What?!

Hell no. I work for myself.

Roy Scantron, damn glad to meet you.

Not Captain Roy, the best-looking junk jockey in the galaxy?

He's my nom de guerre in the book I'm recording

about my wild and crazy adventures in the cosmos.

It's gonna be an interstellar best-seller, you'll see.

Well, I can't wait to read it.

With this illegal cargo,

you are empowering pirates to attack Earth colonies with impunity.

That is treason, sir.

Now, now, I'm just a long-haul trucker

trying to make his way in the worlds.

What, you all ain't never done nothing just 'cause you need the cash?

- Well, nothing illegal. - Speak for yourself, Cap.

- Shut up, Jett. - Sorry, Cap.

Whoo-whee!

So, who are you transporting this antique Earth vehicle for?

Nobody. That's mine.

And, uh, it wasn't cheap, so, uh, step away, please.

It was an impulse buy, okay?

These locks have network encryption.

Do you have the credentials to override them, Jett?

Yeah, on it.

Modulating.

Done.

Open it.

Who are those people in stasis?