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, five, four,
three, two, one.
Plasma acceleration.
Oh, I had you!
I definitely had you that time.
Oh, God, no.
Don't touch anything!
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 field.
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 persecond.
Time to impact?
49 seconds.
- Recommend alternatives?
- Assessment...
Sweetie, get us out of here!
- The hatch is gonna open!
- The controls aren't responding!
- Alternatives, Sweetie!
- Unacceptable risk factor on all options.
- It's opening!
- Cut the power!
Now, dammit!
- It's not working!
- Close the hatch!
- Engage docking thrusters.
- Thrusters insufficient to escape...
Overriding computer. Going manual.
No! We need Sweetie!
What are you doing?
Buying us some time!
Firing docking thrusters.
Kill me.
Please.
- How d'you know how much fuel to use?
- I'm guessing.
- I can't keep it shut much longer.
- Don't kill him!
Please.
Don't kill him.
Oh, God.
Clean this place up.
- Sweetie.
- Do you need me back now, Nick?
- What's our status?
- Fuel loss: 82%.
The dimension drive must recharge
in order to escape high solargravity field.
- Time to recharge?
- 17 hours,
one minute.
- Flashpoint time based on fuel reserve?
- Solarincineration
in 17 hours, 12 minutes.
That leaves you
an 11-minute window, Nick.
Maintain orbit, six-second thrusts,
15-minute intervals.
I will maintain orbit.
Start broadcasting ID and position,
all coordinates.
See if you can contact the Titan.
This is Trans Soma rescue vessel
Nightingale 229 hailing TSMO Titan 37.
Captain Marley?
This is Trans Soma
medical rescue vessel Nightingale 229
hailing Trans Soma
mining operation Titan 37.
Repeat: this is Trans Soma
medical rescue vessel
Nightingale 229 hailing Trans Soma
mining