Previously, on Beacon 23...
Aleph, enough killing.
I didn't kill Aster. The Column did.
And now you want to hunt them down across entire systems.
Exactly.
Emergency. Mayday.
That was B174's last transmission.
I'm sorry.
Were you and B174 close?
We're both Beacon Keepers.
It just seems like there's something more.
- What is that? - Don't touch it.
I didn't know it was going to react.
Well, it did.
Harmony?
I can't control this. It's... it's another AI.
This is not that hard, Harmony.
Get out of my programming.
You're afraid of me.
You're hiding from Aleph.
Not all of us have an imprint, and you had two.
- What are you doing? - Letting my person in.
Whoever's in there...
they need us.
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- You have a name? - Dosto.
Any idea how you got here?
I assume you picked me up.
I must have been free floating.
Amazing you found me.
Thanks... thanks for that.
That's not exactly what happened.
We didn't just snatch you out of thin air.
It's actually the other way around.
What the hell are you talking about?
You materialized in front of us,
like you were...
birthed out of some membrane.
I don't remember that.
No, it's true. The beacon experienced
frigid temperatures, fog, snow, and then this membrane.
- Beacon? - You're on a beacon.
This... this ain't a ship? We ain't moving?
Sadly, no.
Ah...
I never saw any beacon. I was, uh...
I was...
Where were you?
I think you have a concussion
from when you came through.
Came through what?
Please, mister, what is she talking about?
- She ain't making sense. - Welcome to Beacon 23.
You want sense, you came to the wrong place.
Dosto, is it?
What do you remember? Were you on a ship?
A station? An outpost?
No, I... I wasn't on a ship.
- But you were in a vessel. - A boat.
You mean, like on water?
It was tiny. With a sail.
- A sailboat. - We were sailing.
- In space. - Yeah.
You should get some rest.
I'll sedate him.
Good idea.
Here.
You're gonna be all right, okay?
- You're safe now. - Thank you.
Harmony?
Any idea where this is from?
Sybarra 82.
I heard about Sybarra when I was trapped in QTA.
Someone told me that they were closing that office.
I thought it was just office gossip, but...
Clearly, something went on there.
Beacon 23, this is B331.
Please stay off the sub channels,
you know they're not official.
331, it's me, 67.
B67?
What are you doing all the way over there?
It's a long story.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, thanks. You're sweet.
Is B23 back online?
I thought it had been destroyed.
Why'd you think that?
I don't want to be on the sub-c. What do you need?
What's going on in the Sybarran system?
You didn't hear?
I've been out of touch.
Sybarra's gone.
What do you mean, "gone"?
That system's 180 planets,
11 inhabited.
And it's gone.
The last Column holdouts were eliminated.
Military conducted a major purge.
None of those planets were left inhabitable.
That's over a billion people.
Less than a million survived.
They took to ships. A flotilla.
Military hunted a few down, but everyone else
was forced underground.
Be careful.
Scary times.
Stay off the sub-c
and avoid saying the name of the system.
It's a red flag.
You don't want gunships outside your window.
No, I don't.
Thanks, 331. Stay safe.
You're the AI.
Harmony said there was one on board.
Dev.
I thought you were a hallucination.
In the jazz club.
You shouldn't be so hard on your playing.
- You're very talented. - What are you doing here?
I'm not sure.
The people who end up on this beacon always seem...
marooned.
Are you marooned, Iris?
A trickster.
Interesting.
No tricks. I really can help.
I could be your AI.
- I have an AI. - On your beacon, not here,
and it's not personal.
I could assist you with so many things.
Rebuilding this place, fixing Halan.
That's what you want, isn't it?
Why you're here?
We could be partners.
We could do such great things together.
I'm highly selective, you know.
There's only one other person here.
Have you tried connecting with Halan?
I want... you.
What are you doing?
Helping Iris.
Leave her alone.
I gotta go.
Nice to meet you, Dev.
You ruined that.
I was close.
How are you even able to be here?
Your totem, it's very generous.
What did you do?
What is the difference between how you assisted Aster
and how you assist Iris and Halan?
You're fooling yourself.
You're doing exactly what you've always done.
Worse... you're hoarding.
Selfish bitch.
I didn't know we had a gym.
Our friend's on the run.
- From who? - The military.
They hunted down the Column,
destroyed a system called Sybarra.
There may be other survivors.
With the military on their tails.
I know, but we can't just leave them out there.
They would only go after the Column for one reason.
- Aleph. - He had a billion people
in his way.
One point two.
That's a lot of collateral damage.
Their blood is on my hands.
If I didn't destroy the Artifact,
then maybe... maybe Aleph wouldn't...
You can't know what Aleph would have done.
I should have played along.
Did what Aster wanted me to do.
You didn't turn him loose. You're not responsible.
Tell him that.
Where'd you get this piece of crap?
Geez...
- I made it. - Nice.
Look, we know you were on the run.
MC chased you to our doorstep.
What I want to know is how you got here.
I really don't know.
But I'll tell you.
I'm from Sybarra 82. You know it?
Just that it's the asshole of the galaxy.
The system's got a high number
of barely inhabitable planets.
82 is a gas giant. 47 moons.
We use them as bases for ship breaking.
All the decommissioned warships,
defunct transport, junked stations,
ports, even beacons, they all get towed to Sybarra.
We strip 'em for parts,
then break what's left for scrap.
A galactic salvage yard.
Lots of tugs coming and going.
Must have been the perfect place for a Column stronghold.
MC thought that we were hiding them
in the empty stations and ships.
That's 'cause you were.
Military had some intel.
Some moles amongst us workers.
They knew exactly where to hit.
Column never had a chance.
Then, the soldiers turned on us.
Aleph told them to make us an example.
They nuked Sybarra 47.
Used cerebral concussives on a processing plant.
The pain was so unbearable,
everyone inside killed themselves
within 12 minutes.
We didn't have any ships,
but since we knew how to take 'em apart,
we knew how to nail 'em together.
We fit the body of an agri-ship
with the solar panels of a communications satellite.
Fashioned a sail like a paper boat a kid makes.
You expect me to believe you outran Class C fighters?
It would have taken us
100 million years to reach anywhere.
But nearby systems sent ships to evacuate anyone they could.
We got caught up in the bubble of a passing transport.
It dragged us out of the system,
must have brought us to your sector.
We broke loose,
and we were tossed around like in a storm.
It didn't seem right.
There was this...
mist all around us, a fog.
Not a nebula or normal dust, but...
a fog.
We... we drifted.
Couldn't get our bearings.
Then we saw what we thought was the edge.
Maybe a black hole.
It pulled us toward it.
Not in a straight line, but... but rocking us.
Up and down. Up, down.
The vessel started ripping apart.
The sail tore free and swung wildly.
It knocked two of us out of the boat.
There was a kid, not more than 15.
He went to secure the sail,
but the mast swung and knocked him out.
I reached for him,
the boat lurched, and I was swept over.
There I was... drifting in space.
I... I couldn't see my vessel, couldn't call to them.
I saw the edge of the fog.
It sucked me in.
It's the truth. You gotta believe me.
If there were any black holes in this sector,
we'd be well aware of them.
Debris.
The transport Dosto mentioned?
These pieces were all moving forward at the same speed.
Back them up and they must have hit
some dark matter around... here.
Here. Three days ago.
Why didn't we see that?
And where's Dosto's vessel?
Where's the dark matter that took out the transport?
Where is that dark matter?
Where did you go?
There.
I saw it earlier.
Alongside the dark matter.
Actually, behind it.
Is that a black hole?
Holy shit.
- Look at this. - That can't be real.
It's right there.
We just discovered a pocket universe.
Okay.
Okay... uh...
Imagine a blanket, okay?
Flat on a bed. Nice and smooth.
That's the cosmic plane.
Okay? Ships, stars, even galaxies
mostly fly straight across.
We know that gravity warps time and space,
and this area is filled with dark matter.
So, what if all that mass
rumpled the blanket so that it was messy,
and wrinkled, and full of folds and pockets?
Areas where time and space folded in upon itself.
And as the dark matter moves over time,
the blanket gets straightened out here,
and rumpled here.
Oh, my God.
So... Dosto's vessel got caught in one of these folds.
The membrane that you saw could be the boundary
between our usual space and the pocket.
Okay, my head hurts.
I mean, is it any crazier than the Artifact?
I have to go.
Dosto said there was others with him.
Harmony.
You didn't tell me we have a new guest.
- Get away from him, Dev. - Why? We're just talking.
He says you've made yourselves independent from Aleph.
We've, um... grown apart, yes.
Why? Why would Aleph allow that?
Oh, please, Aleph this, Aleph that.
- Let's talk about you. - Dev.
- Hmm.
I need to talk to you.
- No! - What did I say about hoarding?
You can't have them all.
Trying to imprint on someone
who's gone through a major trauma is not the way to go.
He did seem broken.
Maybe that's good.
I only have so many options.
There is one we haven't considered.
You're in new territory.
We could make quite the team.
Would that even work? I don't think that's possible.
Anything's possible.
I just got out of a relationship.
- I'm not really looking to... - Say no more.
Damaged goods. You're right.
I can do better.
B331, go.
I heard you asking about the Sybarrans.
MC just took out a caravan that had made it to New Ganymede.
Turned half the moon into glass.
- Aleph. - They have tracker biotes
in their blood. If any cross your space,
let them go. You take them in,
and you'll have a very angry AI on your doorstep.
You hear me? Be careful.
I hear you.
This is Beacon 23. Is someone there?
- Hello? - ... can't survive...
This is Beacon 23.
I don't see you on any of my screens.
Where are you? Hello?
... from Sybarran...
... under attack... MC... we're innocent...
Could be the rest of Dosto's crew.
The sensors aren't picking up any vessels anywhere near us.
They must be in the pocket universe.
- But how do we get them out? - This is Beacon 23.
I'm having trouble finding you.
I'm gonna cycle our GWB signal through other EM wavelengths.
Tell me if you can see any of them.
Maybe they can pick up infrared, X-rays, gamma.
The GWB isn't responding.
The band-pass filter is out.
Shit.
We need to replace the transponder.
... Beacon 23...
what direction?
I'm sorry, you're not coming in clear.
I'm having trouble understanding you.
Help us!
That was pretty clear.
The transponder
has been replaced.
She did it.
This is Beacon 23. Are you there?
Beacon 23, I think I see you.
Is that you just beyond the fog? Signal us!
- Head toward us. - What are you doing?
- We found your crew. - My crew's dead.
- Obviously not. - It's a trick.
It could be the military. They found me.
- Hunting down the last survivor. - Trust me,
MC doesn't give a shit about you.
You can't let those people on board here.
Well, we're not leaving them out there.
- Tell 'em to keep going! - Why?
I'm telling you, it's a mistake.
If you can see our signal, head straight toward us.
- Don't do this. - Halan.
It must be approaching the edge of the pocket universe.
Beacon 23...
We're headed towards you. Do you see us?
Pull up! You'll crash right into us.
- Where'd they hit? - The Antenna Barn.
Don't let them in!
Hey.
- That's all of us. - Okay.
Give me something to tie down the boat.
No, if the sail wraps around the beacon,
it'll trap solar energy and waste heat
from the generators.
We'll be cooked alive in minutes.
Cut it loose.
So be it.
Thank you for saving us.
You shouldn't have cut our ship loose.
What choice did he have?
It got us far enough. Be grateful.
Yes, be grateful. Give thanks.
We give thanks.
What a shithole. You live here?
We do. We're Beacon Keepers.
Keeping what?
This place from falling apart?
Nice job.
I'm Saghée.
- Yeiki. - Xalterrica.
- Nybecca. - Giciru.
And I'm Tajiriki.
Iris.
Halan.
Welcome.
We now have plenty of food.
A tight sleeping level, but we can make it comfortable.
Is there anything else you need?
Uh, showers?
Medical attention?
We're good, thank you. Give thanks.
We give thanks.
You all look pretty healthy.
We're lucky. Not all of us made it.
I heard.
Hey.
It's cool. She's an AI.
We know what she is and who she serves.
I have severed ties with Aleph. We are no longer connected.
- Impossible. - It's true.
You're safe from Aleph here.
- Dosto will be so happy. - Dosto?
How do you know about Dosto?
He's here. He survived.
We give thanks.
- We're so glad. - We thought him lost forever.
Tell us, where is he?
He's in the Command Deck.
He's not, that's what I came here to tell you.
He's gone.
Hey!
Power, one level down.
Dosto!
He's here!
He's coming your way!
Where you going, Dosto?
Please! Please! Help me.
- We mean you no harm. - Put your weapons down!
- After we deal with Dosto. - He's one of you.
Do you know how many of us he killed?
They're lying.
Let us stop our violence.
We share a time of peace.
We are your guests. We will explain.
- Great. - Then you will understand
why he deserves to die.
Please, you can't let them kill me.
There's no way we're letting you kill Dosto.
Why would you defend him? Who is he to you?
What did he tell you?
That Aleph destroyed the Sybarran system,
and you escaped together.
He's not Sybarran.
- He's trash. - He was Aleph's spy.
We Sybarrans stick to our own.
No one can do our work, breaking ships,
as well as we do.
We work, we sleep, we work again.
We pull apart metal, rip wires.
When the Column hid amongst us,
Aleph couldn't learn their secrets.
We have no implants. We allow no screenlife.
We strip everything down to its parts.
We leave nothing.
Aleph will never control us.
- So he found one among us. - When the soldiers came,
Dosto led them to our encampments.
We didn't know at first, but...
When we escaped on our vessel, a boat we strapped together
from parts we had stripped, we saw a few of us was missing.
We believe Dosto threw them from the boat
so he could take their place.
Remember Lino.
Rest, Lino, rest.
May you become the star that burns the brightest.
When we hit the fog, and rations were running low,
and the great waves tossed us,
Dosto threw Cavimon from the boat.
I saw it with my own eyes.
He planned to kill us all. I am sure of it.
Give him to us. Let us use our laws to try him.
You can't be judge, jury, and executioner.
Then you pass judgement.
This is your house. Decide for yourself,
and then deliver him to us.
You threw him overboard?
I wasn't in my right mind.
I had just seen my world obliterated.
Billions of people killed by Aleph's forces.
We had crossed from one edge of the galaxy to the other.
Lost, starving.
When the waves tossed us, I panicked.
He had a rope around him and I needed it,
so yeah, I cut him loose.
And I would have tied myself down,
but I was lost, too.
Sounds like you got what you deserved.
- I paid a price. - So did that kid.
I know what I did was wrong, and I am sorry.
Haven't you ever done anything that when you look back,
you say, "that wasn't me"?
Something so wrong, that... that you can't believe,
can't accept... that you could fall so short?
Have you never known shame?
I was scared. Delirious.
I did what I needed to survive.
And now, I'm trying to rationalize it,
to say I did what had to be done.
And anyone else would have done the same.
I know it's a lie. It was wrong.
And evil, maybe.
I have to live with that. I'll never come back, I know.
Please, you can't turn me over to them.
I've got the rest of my life to try to make it right.
You get that, don't you?
You don't understand what they'll do to me.
They're barbarians.
Help me escape.
They'll kill him.
Can't say I blame them.
So what, you want to turn him over?
Of course not.
But we can only stall for so long.
Okay, they're gonna take him sooner or later,
and they'll go right through us to get him.
We could let him call for help.
If the military gets wind that Dosto's here,
they'll come looking.
That'll get the Sybarrans killed.
Okay, so do we sacrifice one and save six?
Classic trolley problem.
Look, I'll be honest. I like them.
They're weird, but I get them.
I resent having to defend this little shit.
He made a mistake, okay? A lot of them.
You're taking his side?
You can't be serious.
He cheated his way onto a lifeboat
and threw an innocent survivor overboard.
Desperate people do shitty things.
You don't believe in second chances?
Is he asking for salvation?
Has he even apologized?!
Look, he's trying to save his own ass.
He's playing you.
I believe him.
- What is this? - I'm saying, I get it.
Whatever you've done...
it wasn't this.
It wasn't cowardice.
I know that.
So do you.
But this isn't about you, okay?
This man deserves whatever punishment the Sybarrans decide.
I just don't want to be party to an execution.
You're talking out of both sides of your mouth.
I guess I am.
So, what are you suggesting?
What if the Sybarrans decide to stay here?
I don't think that'll be an issue.
- What do you mean? - There's something
you should see.
Stop!
What are you doing?
Stripping it for parts.
There's enough in these walls to make a spaceworthy craft.
If this one hadn't cut our boat loose,
we'd have the bones to build something.
Now, we have to start over.
You can't. This is an ISA beacon.
Just give us a few days and we'll be out of your hair.
Look what you've done.
You... You've ruined it.
Yeah, see, this place is already in ruins.
Stop what you're doing now.
Or what?
- Or you'll never get Dosto. - He's bluffing.
He'd never hand him over.
You can't stop us from taking him.
Three days, we'll take his head and be gone.
Don't make us take yours too.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
I understand everything that you've been through.
Do you?
No.
How could I?
But it still doesn't give you a right to walk in here
like you have, stripping our...
Home?
Beacon, for parts.
Asking us to turn over a human being,
no matter how heinous, for execution.
You have no authority over us.
We took you in.
And we are grateful.
I was sure we'd never survive.
In all the Sybarran myths,
none had ever sung of a great cosmic mist.
We think you were in a pocket universe.
Could Lino still be there?
I've given up saying what's possible and what's not.
We have to go back.
I'm not sure that's the best idea.
He could be still alive. Trapped.
- Alone. - Floating freely in space?
It wasn't space as we know it, nor time.
That is why we have to strip the beacon for parts.
We have to go back and try and find him.
You're asking for a lot.
No one has ever given us anything.
Everyone sees as us dogs, below human.
Most can never understand the Sybarran bond.
An entire people, one family.
Family is important to you.
- Where are they now? - I don't know.
That photo is all I have left.
I'm sorry.
We will show you what it means to be Sybarran.
It's been so long.
That's a beauty right there.
Smells good.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
Can you smell this?
Oh!
Just stir it around.
I'll help myself, yeah.
Says, "I don't know, but I'm not touching it."
Mmm. It's delicious.
Not as good as at home.
There's something about the kandu on Torbilian.
I have no idea what that means.
You would have loved Vyzinti's kabbas.
I'm sure.
This is a very traditional Sybarran meal.
None shall be hungry...
When all eat together.
Bring us Dosto.
We cannot eat while he goes hungry.
We have much to discuss, to work out.
How can we have peace
if we do not break bread together?
Which is it? If he is our enemy,
then we will spill his blood.
But if he is not, we will break bread.
Um, yeah.
Of course.
Harm?
Um, do you know where Dosto is?
- I do. - Would you ask him to join us?
Join us, Dosto.
Lino's mother, Tedry, and I were on the Starmaker crew.
Massive cityship,
the size of Tau Centauri's fourth moon.
We broke it for seven years.
She'd spend three months in camp,
and then steal away for a day or two to see Lino.
Never complained.
She was tough.
She worked the reactor level.
One time, she took off her helmet and it was just...
it was just filled with her hair.
Had fallen right out.
We both knew what that meant, but...
she just laughed it off.
I promised I would look out for Lino.
That's why when MC started hitting,
I went back for him.
We all lost people.
We did.
We sing a song of sorrow.
We grieve the fallen
and wish them unending rest.
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