There's nothing I can do
to change the past, yours or mine.
Heal thyself, doctor.
Emergency distress signal received.
- We're still in business!
- Nothing like being wanted.
I'll be in the engine room.
I've forgotten everyfhing.
What's my job? What do I do?
- Come on.
- It's been that long.
Emergency distress signal received.
Bridge.
Check.
Medical.
Check.
What have we got?
Signal received.
SOS, critical.
The signal's degraded.
It's taken five days to get here.
Dispatch misrouted it?
This isn't from dispatch. It's a direct call.
Direct? We don't get direct. Origin?
Pohl 6822.
I'm getting a little more.
Call letters for a merchant enterprise.
It's Titan 37.
It's a mining operation.
This is way past the colony outpost.
Sweetie, pull up all records
on Titan 37, Pohl 6822.
Titan 37: lunarmining operation.
This moon was expelled from orbit
around its original starsystem
- and is now classifiied as a rogue body.
- Rogue moon.
There's a lot of gravitational
instability in that sector.
Mining operation was abandoned
when rogue moon drifted
into unmapped space.
Complete crew evacuation
fiive years, three months ago.
An SOS from an abandoned mine?
Distance to distress call location:
3,432 light years.
If we wanna answer this call
in our lifetimes we'll have to jump.
We haven't jumped in three tours.
I'm not jumping this crew
for anyfhing uncertain.
I want a name with some authority.
If there is none, this is a no-go.
Scanning foridentifiication.
Transmission signature:
Karl James Larson.
Karl.
Karl Larson!
You know him?
Worst nightmare I ever met.
Mr Vanzant, plot us a course, please.
Yes, sir.
Dimension drive fully charged.
Call it, Sweetie.
All crew, prepare forrescue operation
via dimensionjump.
You go on ahead.
Course?
Plotted.
Dimensional stabilisation chamber
now sterilising.
- Maybe this Karl guy's just coincidence.
- With Karl, nothing's coincidence.
Last time we did this
I didn't shit right for a month.
You're gonna be fine.
This guy panicked during countdown
and he jumped out of his DSU.
So this other guy
pulls him into his with him, right?
Countdown goes off and they have to
D-jump like that. I'm not kidding!
Afterwards they go to pull 'em out...
and it's one guy.
14 feet long with a head on each end!
And then suddenly the heads start talking.
And both of them go, "Are we there yet?"
- That's not funny.
- It's kinda funny.
It's not.
Two minutes to
dimensionjump activation.
One minute to dimensionjump activation.
All crew, enter dimensional
stabilisation units at this time.
Research says D-jump is great
for your sexual stamina.
- Hallelujah!
- You know, you're gonna get it!
I am?
Kaela.
- I need to talk to you.
- When we get there. Use mine.
- I'll use number four. Now.
- Why?
No time.
- Call it musical chairs.
- Be my guest!
30 seconds to dimensionjump activation.
All crew, enter dimensional
stabilisation units at this time.
All crew, enter dimensional
stabilisation units at this time.
Final countdown. Ten, nine,
eight, seven, six, fiive, four,
three, two, one.
Olasma acceleration.
Oh, I had you!
I definitely had you that time.
Oh, God, no.
Don't touch anyfhing!
His skin's fused with polyglass.
Danika! Nanoscan kit, number three
laser scalpel, vascular cauteriser, stat!
He's still alive!
What's happening?
- Sweetie?
- Debris strike. Fuel reservoirbreached.
- Hold him still!
- Benjamin! Bridge, now!
Ship has entered high-gravity fiield.
Severe fuel loss.
Gravity increasing.
Laser scalpel!
Cauteriser!
Status?
Controls active. Systems up.
- Prime main engine.
- Severe engine damage.
Extreme fuel loss.
Christ.
Blue giant.
That's gonna be ten times
the gravity of our sun.
We've jumped into a high-grav field right
in the path of that moon's debris cloud!
I can't isolate these veins
unless you keep this hatch shut!
Warning. Lunarimpact in 57 seconds.
- Rate of descent?
- 98 metres