Killjoys (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - How to Kill Friends and Influence People - full transcript

YOUNG DUTCH: "When the nights
were long and the days were deep,

"there lived a girl."

Why does it always
start like that?

With the nights and the days?

All stories start like that.

That's how we
know they're stories.

Now, do you need me to continue?

"When the nights were long..."
"When the nights were long

"and the days were deep..."
"and the days were deep,

KHLYEN: "there lived a girl and
her father in a beautiful castle."

YOUNG DUTCH: Was he a king?



I like when they're kings.

KHLYEN: He wanted to be.

Sometimes he thought he was.

He was on a quest
to feed his people.

But he had disturbed
something old,

deep, deep under the land.

All gifts come with a price.

The girl's father had
awoken an ancient darkness,

something in search
of a name, a voice,

and without knowing it,

he gave it one.

(COUGHING)

(GASPS)

And that's when he saw
that his kingdom was small.



Microscopic.

(EXHALES)

YOUNG DUTCH: What happened next?

Yala, you must remember
the stories I tell you,

especially this one.

It's important. Why?

KHLYEN: Because, Little Bird,

this is how it all
began. (PANTING)

D'AVIN: Let him sleep.
DUTCH: I wish we could,

but that's just not
gonna fix things.

Hmm.

Hey.

Pawter. (GRUNTS)

What are you doing? We
have to go back for Pawter, now!

Lucy, ramp! DUTCH: Johnny, stop.

She found me when you put a
knife in my gut and left me for dead.

Now I made it through that, and
she is gonna make it through this!

Delle Seyah is not gonna let
that happen, and you know that.

Lucy was tracking
her vital signs.

If I thought she was alive,
I wouldn't have left her.

Johnny, she's gone.

Oh, good. Nap time's over.

Khlyen will be here soon.

What'd I miss?

SEYAH: (ON VIDEO)
Dr. Illenore Seyah Simms.

The Quad will never
see another like her.

She will be missed
by her family,

but she will be
missed most of all

by the people of Old Town,

whom she healed and
whom she championed.

We, The Company, are
committed to the roadmap to peace

that she laid out for Westerley,

and we are humbled to
declare a holiday in her honor...

Off. (SCREEN CHIMES)

You got to hand
it to Delle Seyah.

She doesn't stop.

Using Pawter's
death as propaganda?

Here.

Take your medicine.

You know, I started to think that
maybe my world was big enough

to include Pawter.

That I could be that
kind of happy, you know?

Regular-people happy.

So what do I do now?

Hey. If you want to bring
Delle Seyah to justice,

I got your back.

You want to quit
all this and run?

I call shotgun.

I mean it.

We don't have to stay here.

We can just fly away.

Never come back.

Well, that sounds amazing,
but we really can't do that.

Grieving is for winners,
and we haven't won yet.

Johnny, I don't even know
exactly who we're fighting.

You're right.

We used to be a
lot better at this.

(CHUCKLES)

LUCY: Based on
your vocal patterns,

I calculate this would be
a good time to interrupt.

What's up, Loose?
D'avin's heart rate.

Dramatically.

Fancy. Fancy.

Keep fighting, buddy. Give me a
reason to make your eyes explode.

Boys?

Khlyen will tell you his plans

when he gets here.

Be patient!

Be explode-y!

Boys, we have guests!

JOHN: Hey, Lucy, you
could have warned us.

LUCY: Apologies.

I was taken by surprise.

Their technology is exotic.

We've come for
Khlyen. Where is he?

Did you lead them here,
you green shit stain?

I highly suggest you
give us what we want.

How about a
Dreadnaught in your eye?

I happen to have one.

Where'd you get it?

From me.

Sir, really?

Well, this is embarrassing.

May have miscalculated.

Feel free to run.

(ALL COUGHING)

Never mind.

Holy leaking shit.

Sorry about the mess.

Ooh.

You brought us here as bait.

A tiny bit.

What'd you use on them?

KHLYEN: A toxin I
made after studying you.

I had to field test
my little weapon.

Well, I'm gonna say it works.

Indeed.

And what if I told you we
could use this to save the Quad?

All of us. Together.

One glorious suicide mission.

Who's in?

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

LUCY: He's getting
it everywhere, John.

I'll hose you down,
girl, I promise,

but for now,

let's just do a full
work-up on this shit.

It's harmless now.

No offense, not really
gonna take your word for it.

Suit yourself, genius.

(GRUNTING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

LUCY: Full-spectrum
analysis initiated, John.

Appreciate it.

Isn't Fancy still out there?

Yup.

DUTCH: Talk.

You weren't meant
to have that yet.

She's your daughter.

Yes. Why do you want
me to kill your daughter?

Because one day,

it might be necessary.

If Aneela ever
finds out about you,

she'll kill you first.

Why?

You've met quite
a few Sixes by now.

Have you ever wondered
why there are no young ones?

I'll spare you the suspense.

Their prefrontal
cortexes are still growing.

They can't take
the mental transition

when the plasma invades.

Aneela,

I am sorry to say,

is quite a bit insane.

Yeah, no shit.

I saw her lab on Arkyn.

My, you have been busy.

And you're putting
off the real question.

Why do I look
like your daughter?

I don't know.

That's the truth, Yala.

It's not good enough.

The truth often isn't,

but that does not make it a lie.

The Quad has one narrow
chance of being saved,

and right now, we are it.

That is the only
truth that matters.

Saved from what?

Hullen.

Specifically, the invasive
neuroparasite the plasma contains.

(SCOFFS) Come on.

You're telling me
this shit is sentient?

When bonded with a human
host, yes, we're sentient.

"Host." So you're...

Hullen.

No longer entirely human.

(SIGHS)

KHLYEN: Centuries ago,

my people offered the
ancestors of The Nine a deal.

Eventual assimilation
or immediate annihilation.

Their descendants
have had 10 generations

to suck the wealth out of
the Quad and honor the deal.

What you're seeing
in Old Town right now

is the beginning
of that handover.

A silent invasion has begun.

This is crazy.
No, this is bullshit.

This is... This
is crazy bullshit!

How can you be so
calm about all this?

Well, to be fair, I've had
a lot longer to process.

Centuries.

You do not have that luxury.

The sole reason the Quad
is of interest to my people

is its plasma.

Destroy that, we will
have no reason to come,

no ability to make new soldiers,

and the invasion
will be aborted.

So, those darts of yours can destroy
the plasma and save the Quad?

Done.

I don't care what you call
that shit, I want it dead,

and I am good at killing.

Lucy, change course.
Let's go piss in Arkyn's pool.

Arkyn is crawling
with Sixes right now

preparing for the handover.

We'd never make it.

LUCY: Confirmed.

Falcon-class Black Root
cruisers surrounding Arkyn.

So how the shit are we
supposed to poison the plasma

if we can't get onto Arkyn?

Pure plasma retains a strong
bond with its parent source.

Poison the parent,
the spawn dies.

Is this shit from Arkyn?

No, but I know of one
remaining pure source that is.

When you invaded my memories,

you saw the Scarback
attack on Arkyn, yes?

Hard to forget. Looked
like a bloodbath.

That was a raiding party.

They stole something
from my lab,

a tree growing in a pool
of original Arkyn plasma.

Aneela swore to break the
survivors and track it down.

We need to find that tree.

So 12 went to fight the Devil,

and one came back
with a goddamn tree?

We're sadomasochistic
theosophers, not botanists.

You worship a mystical tree.

You really can't
see the connection?

Look, your people must
have some sort of reliquary.

A place where they
protect the Faith's valuables.

If the tree is more than
religious symbology,

nothing on here says
where it is being kept.

Half the references say they
were stolen back by the Devil,

and my people were on some
holy mission to find it again.

Good. The Devil is what the
Scarbacks call Aneela, right?

So they must have figured
out where she took it.

What's all this say?

Poetry.

"The Devil covets
the sap of the tree.

"Judgment written in the stars."

You need to work on your termite
problem. Look at all these holes.

Yeah, that's
old-school technique.

Artists would use pin-pricks
as a grid to make it all line up.

So why are there
holes that don't line up?

Careful... What the hells?

Sorry. Genocide
over iconography.

What is it?

"Written in the stars."

JOHN: It's a star chart.

Lucy did a spec analysis,

and we matched the
solar configuration to here.

Which is? Crow nebula.

No nearby colonies. Not a
hells of a lot going on out there.

KHLYEN: There is one thing.

Archive. Lucy.

It's an ultra-high-security
storage facility.

It's been the
choice of the elite

and the paranoid since
"The J" colonies began.

How do we get in?
We'll need a ship

with strong
cloaking capabilities.

Fancy can call
in a few favors...

Stop.

Stop what?

Khlyen-ing.

You're not in charge here.

This is not another
assassination or a red box.

This is a classic
Killjoys mission.

Get in, get dirty, get out.

It's what we do.

So I lead, or you stay.

I think I would rather
like watching you work.

What's your trick
for getting in?

I am.

You say they cater to the elite,

and I'm a goddamn runaway queen.

SEYAH: Did you get
me what I asked for?

It took a while to dig it out of
the debris at Spring Hill, but yes.

Good. Have it brought to my
apartments. And find me a doctor.

I got a bit stabby
with the last one.

(COMMUNICATOR CHIMING)

Speak.

KHLYEN: Oh, you
may not like my words.

Go.

Khlyen. This is unexpected.

KHLYEN: There's no time
for a transmission dead-drop.

The liberation of Old Town
has challenged our timetable.

Okay, let me explain about that.

Backup plans are
already in motion.

My people are on their way.

We'll need to get creative.

Then you'll get your reward.

Good.

Aging is so bourgeois.

So I can still go
through the program?

If you do me one last favor.

You were right.

Yalena and her team have
become a complication.

I need you to take care of them.

Just tell me

where and when you need me.

LUCY: Approaching Archive.

JOHN: That is one
sassy-pants bank.

LUCY: Its docking matrix is
being rather condescending, John.

Don't let it ruffle you, Loose.

Fly like a rich bitch.

Okay, guys.

Stand by for docking.

Have fun saving the
Quad. Don't get any on you.

Your Highness, it's an honor.

It is.

May I present Yalena Yardeen

of Family Yardeen.

Ah, the Yardeens.

A noble family
fallen on hard times.

We're mounting a comeback.

Welcome to Archive.

If you wouldn't mind having
your body men wait here?

No personal security
beyond reception.

Rules, you understand.

I am Dej Serafin,
at your service.

It's been my honor
to serve as Dej

since my father was Dej,
and his father before him.

Discretion, of course, is
the heart of our operation.

Once registered,

I myself do not even know

which door leads to whose vault.

You may come and go unobserved.

This will do.

I'm satisfied.

Let's get your genome
into the system, shall we?

Hi.

So, you guys union, or...

Contract?

If Her Highness could place
her hand on the scanner,

we'll get a drop of blood
and open her account.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

It won't take but a
minute to process.

I didn't hate what
you did there.

Yeah, well, keep it in
your pants, but ditto.

Just keep doing your share.

My share?

Accept it, Jaqobis.

I'm physiologically
superior now.

You're a Six, not a Ten.

Simmer down.

John, scanner balls
doing their thing.

JOHN: Yeah, they're
building the floor plan now.

I'm gonna have you follow
some magnetic field lines

to what looks like
reinforced service tunnels.

You think you two can
keep playing nice together?

D'AVIN: Ask him. He started it.

Heading for the tunnel now.

Okay, we're in. Okay,
Johnny, check it.

You should be
in the system, too.

Okay, Lucy,

run Khlyen's DNA
through Archive's accounts.

Look for any DNA that's close
enough to be his daughter's.

LUCY: One match found.

JOHN: Okay.

Other Dutch is never not
gonna be a weird thing for me.

Okay, let's just match
Dutch's DNA to Aneela's vault.

I've overwritten
Aneela's genome, ID,

and fingerprints with Dutch's.

She can now open the vault.

Damn, we are good.

Dutch, ditch the Dej
and go crack that vault.

And for a little
more every year,

you do qualify for
our Gold Package.

It's the ultimate in
breach-proof security.

Something quite special.

We don't need anything
exotic, thank you.

Just the basic package.

We'll select her
vault another time.

We're needed elsewhere today.

Let's go.

There's one more level of
security I should mention.

Me.

I'm very good at reading people,

and you two read wrong.

A Yardeeni would never
abide her footman to lead.

So, Yalena Yardeen
of family Yardeen,

why are you really here?

Fine. You win.

Now we fight.

She's quite good, isn't she?

I'm very impressed.

Hmm.

Hey, a little help here?

I don't want to
step on your toes.

This is your
operation, remember?

(ALL GRUNTING)

You're such an
asshole. Get in here!

So I assume you have
some security measure

that will prevent me
from simply killing you?

There's a G1 explosive in my
chest connected to my heart rate.

Ah.

Harming me would
be highly inadvisable.

Tea?

No, thank you.

They'll never know we were here.

They'll never know
we're here, huh?

Oops. "Oops"?

Worst partner ever.

Now then, Yala, shall we
show them how it's done?

Admit it. That was fun.

Come on, before
Serafin brings backup.

D'av, we're heading
to the vault now.

Cook up an exit.
Keep it hot and ready.

(SIGHS)

Damn it.

Cover me. MAN: Come
out with your hands up!

Put down your weapons!

(MAN SCREAMS)

Easy shot. Oh, yeah?

Stick your head out there and
make a better one. I dare you.

Dutch, we might
need a minute or two.

(ALARM BLARING)

That's not a happy sound. Lucy?

LUCY: Two Black Root ships
are attempting to lock onto us.

Are they hailing? No.

They don't seem to
be in a chatting mood.

All right. Take us out. We
got to get 'em away from here.

Evasion pattern,
blueberry foxtrot.

We need to work
on your codenames.

Just shut up and
fly, Lucy. Guys?

Finish faster or you may
not have a ride home.

DUTCH: (ON COMMS) I got to
get in before you can pull out, John.

I'm going as fast as I
can. Be careful out there.

JOHN: No promises.

Come on, come on.

Hello, old friend.

DUTCH: It's quite beautiful.

KHLYEN: That's the green.

It tries to perfect the
organisms it invades.

When I first
encountered the plasma,

I thought it was a
miracle growth agent.

No time for memory trips, sorry.

That's never good.
(ALARM BLARING)

Don't move.

We've triggered
a security feature.

Okay, that's new. What is it?

KHLYEN: Sunlight.

From what sun?
Where the hells are we?

Looks like Aneela
bought the Gold Package.

(SIGHS)

DUTCH: It's no
good. We're trapped,

and about to get
our nuts roasted.

As Aneela planned, I imagine.

She left just enough
crumbs to lead us here.

Final punishment for
my sins as a father.

Well, save the
martyr-daughter pity party

'cause she didn't
plan on Killjoys. John?

John, are you copying?

LUCY: Shield webbing
absorbing damage.

I can hear you, Dutch, but you've
fallen off the edge of the map.

Where the hells did you go?

We're in a low orbit
around a sun somewhere.

What? How?

I'm not the nerd!

I don't know.

They must have some
sort of Myer-portal tech

or gradient warp field.

It's kind of genius
theft prevention.

Best way to keep
all that treasure safe,

not even have it on the station.

Super, now we're not on
the station. Get us back now.

This is not my
kind of hot-boxing.

D'av? Go help Dutch. Make
Serafin bring back that vault.

D'AVIN: On it.

I'm gonna do what I
can from here. Loose?

You better have your
dancing shoes on.

LUCY: I'm a ship,
John. I don't have feet.

Oh, I understand the reference
now. That was funny, John.

You're funny.

Yeah, yeah, I don't
need your pity, Lucy.

D'AVIN: Shit,
Johnny, we're pinned.

Dutch will be fine.
She has Khlyen.

No offense, I always imagined my last
stand, blaze of glory being with my brother.

Not you. I heal, remember?

You're the one having
an existential crisis.

Don't worry. I'll tell
everyone you died sexy.

I forgot.

You survive anything less
than instant brain death.

Right?

Why?

Don't say "human shield."

(GRUNTS)

(D'AVIN LAUGHS)

Stop enjoying this!

Too late.

Human shield, bitches!

You sure there's
actually an override code?

Aneela's insane.
She's not stupid.

Father of the year.

Why are you smiling?

Physical danger,
an obstacle to solve,

it's just like our old
games of Catch and Kill.

Solid quality time.

It's not good bonding if we die.

Well, do you have a plan or not?

Always so
impatient, Little Bird.

No. We can put off dying.
I'm super patient for that.

Take the toxin, just in case.

Why?

Desperate times...

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

You smell like chicken.

Are you going to finish the job

or just stand there
and quip all day?

Suck on this, you
little green bitches.

Crap.

Why isn't it working?

Didn't you test this stuff?

I had no original
source to test.

The plasma in this
pool is protecting itself.

Shit balls of bitch dicks!

Shit.

You ready, girl?

We're buzzing that damn tower.

LUCY: Negative,
John. The pattern is full.

JOHN: Whoa!

Yeah! Whoo!

That is how you thread a needle!

All right, people, that's
two Black Root birds down.

Thank you, and don't
forget to tip your pilot.

Hi, I'm D'av, and this
is my little buddy Fancy.

We'd like to talk
about a refund.

John, the toxin isn't
working here. Ideas?

One. Loose, tell
'em what you told me.

LUCY: I've been analyzing the
black fluid that stained my deck.

Pure plasma's natural defenses

against the toxin
can be overcome

by using a catalyst of
human-bonded plasma.

DUTCH: I have no
idea what she just said.

You have to poison a Six first,

and then use the
black goo to kill the pool.

Let me calculate. Just got to figure
out the volume you're looking at.

You don't need to
do the calculation.

We have enough.

Don't. There'll be another way.

In time.

The Black Root are coming.

Your John got lucky, but
the next sortie will get through,

and we'll have lost our
chance. Give me the toxin.

(BOTH GRUNTING)
Why are you doing this?

You don't give a
shit about the Quad!

No, but Aneela will.
She's leading the vanguard.

She'll already be on
her way here, to you,

unless I can give her a
good reason not to come.

This is my penance, Yala.

I failed her.

I didn't protect
her from herself

when she was so
mad and corrupted

that she came up with this plan.

What does she want?

Everything.

Those of us who
were first infected,

the pairing was imperfect.

We retained some
autonomy, some sense of self.

Aneela and the others, they
used the Red 17 experiments

to increase the bond,

to turn the
infected into slaves.

That was never my goal.

But I could live
with it, until...

Until what?

Until I saw you.

A face I never
thought I'd see again

in a place it never
should have been.

You were my chance
to make things right.

Bullshit.

Don't pretend you
love me. That's not fair.

My name was on that damn list.

You were gonna turn me Hullen!

To keep you with me, Yala.

Hullen will be
everywhere eventually.

Aneela will make sure of that.

I could lose you like her,

or I could train you to
survive the transition.

Those were my options,

until D'avin provided a third.

Now I can set you free.

No!

(KHLYEN GRUNTING)

Johnny!

Johnny, get us out of here!

Don't you goddamn dare!

You're stronger than this.
You're stronger than anyone.

Yala. The pool.

I'd rather not waste my heroic
moment, if you don't mind.

Where the hells is our evac?

Aneela won't rest until
she's conquered everyone.

Aneela can suck it.

We're killing the
damn green, aren't we?

KHLYEN: Here, yes.

There are other
sources in "The J".

But that's not your fight.

I'm sorry, Yala.

Everything I did, every cruelty,

I did to protect you.

And to prepare you.

You never prepared
me to be free.

I have nothing
left to teach you.

I'm not ready to let you go.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

"When the nights were long...

"And the days were deep...
"And the days were deep,

"there lived a girl."

"And her father."

(DUTCH SOBBING)

(GRUNTS)

(FANCY'S BREATH TREMBLING)

(GASPING)

Khlyen...

D'AVIN: Johnny,
the boat's docking.

(DUTCH SOBBING)

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

(GASPING)

(DOOR BEEPS)

Yeah, open.

(PANTING)

Are you doing okay?

Never better.

It's okay if you
don't want to talk,

but I would like you to listen.

You spent most of the
past six years hating Khlyen,

and whatever you're feeling,

I'm sure it is more complicated
than I can understand.

But speaking as a member
of the shitty dad club.

You don't have to forgive
someone to miss them.

And you don't need
anyone's permission

to love someone that you hate.

Thank you.

This has not been
our best 24 hours.

(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry.

You have been through
just as much as me,

and here you are being
someone's shoulder again.

Well, I like being
your shoulder.

It's my second favorite job.

You know what I like even more?

Being your drinking buddy.

JOHN: Lucy checked
the surface with probes.

Arkyn's plasma's
officially dead.

Well, after all that
loss and all the shit,

let's not forget, we won.

I will toast the
shit out of that.

JOHN: Pawter,
it's gonna be okay.

Hey, come on. Just
stay with me, Pawter.

Come on!

Johnny, we can go, really.

No.

It's fine. (CLEARS THROAT)

I'll get the next round.

Please, your
money's no good here,

even when money is good here.

So what happens to Old Town now?

What happens now
depends on whether

The Company and The
Nine keep their word to us.

Delle Seyah must have a
mouth full of honey-candy

with all the sweet
promises she's making.

Don't tell me that people
actually believe her?

There's a lot of
charm in that snake.

How about you?

Would you ever leave?

Sometimes you have to
leave a home to protect it.

Sometimes you
have to stay and fight.

Time will tell.

Pawter's favorite.

To Red.

May we all be so lovely.

May we all be so loved.

(COUGHING)

Whoo! Whoo!

Damn, my girl could drink.

Oh, that she could.

(EXHALES)

Will you tell them that
I need some space?

I'm gonna get some air.

Come on, Khlyen. Where are you?

Wasn't sure you'd actually show.

Kind of hoped you wouldn't,

but I guess greed
trumps caution.

It was you who was
calling me? Not Khlyen.

Technology is a disloyal bitch.

Kind of like you.

Clever. We're done here.

You know, everyone keeps asking
me how I'm doing after Pawter.

Ask me how I'm doing.

What do you want, Killjoy?
What you can't give me.

So I think the question
is, what will I settle for?

Well, I hope it's
not an apology.

Our sides were at war.
She was collateral damage.

Well, from what I hear,
the war isn't over yet.

(GASPING)

So you know,

that wasn't for all the
people that you killed,

or the millions more that you would
enslave if you got another chance.

I am not a hero.

I just loved her.

SEYAH: (ON RECORDING)
Dr. Illenore Seyah Simms,

the Quad will never
see another like her.

She will be missed
by her family,

but she will be
missed most of all

by the people of Old Town,

whom she healed and
whom she championed.

We, The Company, are
committed to the roadmap to peace

that she laid out for Westerley,

and we are humbled to
declare a holiday in her honor.

(DOOR CHIMES)

(DOOR CHIMES)

Open. LUCY: No.

Lucy, what's going on?

John Andras Jaqobis,
in the last three hours,

you have booked travel on
eight separate long haul flights

to eight separate destinations.

Were you not going
to say good-bye?

Trying hard not to.

Did I do something?

No. No, Lucy.

I did something.

Something unforgivable.

I...

(SIGHS)

I don't even know
if I'm sorry about it.

I forgive you.

It doesn't work like that.

I forgive you.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, thank you.

It helps a little.

Are you in trouble?

Yeah.

Look, people are probably
gonna come for me for what I did,

and I can't bring that back
here to Dutch and my brother.

Not with everything
else that's going on.

You got to let me go, girl.

Good-bye, John.

CLARA: Hey, nerd.

Clara?

What... Lucy called me.

Said you might
need some company.

You need a wingman,
and she has a gun arm.

Sorry about your friend.

So, you running away from home?

As fast as I can.

Cool. I love road trips.

I call shotgun.

We're gonna need
to steal a ship.

Well, I have had luck
with that in the past.

Where have you been?

FANCY: Getting stitches.

(SIGHS)

D'AVIN: Holy shit.

You're cured? Matter of opinion.

Let's say I'm just a
regular asshole again.

Well, I actually missed
Regular Asshole Fancy.

(SCOFFS) DUTCH: Welcome back.

Wow.

This belonged to friends?

Friends from where?

Way out of town.

One of 'em won't be needing
it anymore, and the other one...

Is an asshole.

I'm not exactly sure
how to fly this ship.

Good. No fun knowing everything.

Let's figure it out.

Let's see what this does.

(RUMBLING)

D'AVIN: Does this mean all the
Sixes are straight-up humans now?

The ones made with
Arkyn plasma, yeah.

Why?

What about Aneela?

No.

I don't know how I
know, but I just do.

That bitch isn't
gonna go so easily.

We finally got our answers.

We know who's behind The
Rack and what they're using it for.

Right now, we have two choices.

Take our local win,

hope the fight doesn't
come back to us,

die old and boring in our beds.

You make it sound so sexy.

Or?

Take the chance Khlyen
and Pawter bought us.

Make their deaths count.

There's more
Hullen, more plasma,

and Aneela is not gonna
stop unless I stop her.

So let's stop them all.

I don't want to
win just one battle.

I want a whole bloody war.

Who's in?