something.
- You better get down here.
- On my way.
Yerzy?
Let me tell you somethin'.
Whatever it is,
it's the most amazing thing
any of us is ever gonna see.
You've played around
with this thing, haven't you?
Now, why would I do something like that?
Robotic link engaged.
Transporting possible
biohazard to quarantine.
Of course I didn't tell you.
I'm a treasure hunter.
There's two parts to that job -
finding it and keeping it.
And keeping it's a lot harder!
I intercepted a stray transmission
three years ago.
Ice miners.
They'd dug something up
on a rogue moon.
I didn't know what it was,
but I didn't need to.
Just knowing where was enough. Frozen.
In the middle of a rogue moon.
I knew whatever they'd found
was a lot older than that moon.
So I did the research, grabbed
some of my friends, and we went hunting.
And then I found the Titan 37.
There were no signs of the miners,
no signs of anything.
My friends blamed me
and they took my ship.
I stayed on, took my time,
searching every inch
and then searching again.
And then I found the treasure.
And now there's nothing to stop us.
- Us?
- Yeah, us.
You know how much
the government'll pay for this?
Who knows what new technologies
it could lead to?
We'll all be in on it.
If you guys help me out here,
I'll cut you in for five per cent.
- Each.
- Five per cent each, huh?
How about we give you that?
I found it last.
Am I missing something?
We don't even know what it is.
It's either human-made or it's not.
It's not man-made.
It was buried in an ice moon.
Look, there's no question. This is it.
Primary contact.
- It's been a dream for thousands of years.
- Exactly.
I'm not sure we shouldn't
blow it out the closest airlock.
Do you have any idea
what you're saying?
I'm saying I don't know what it is,
and nothing you've said indicates you do.
Maybe it is an alien artefact,
maybe it's a magic trick.
Maybe it's a distillation of knowledge,
maybe it's just a toy - an alien child's toy.
Or an alien sex object. It looks like it...
Or maybe it was so dangerous that the
only way to get rid of it was to bury it.
Maybe.
It has no business being on this ship.
- It's harmless.
- You had contact with it.
- And you have abnormal bone growth.
- I've had that my whole life!
We don't have uplink. We can't confirm it.
Scan it and log it on record. When we
get to clear space we tag it and float it.
- I think you're making a big mistake.
- Oh, yeah?
Do you want to clarify that?
I'm offering you
the opportunity of a lifetime
and you're passing it up.
- For all of us.
- For all of us?
Your "opportunity"
has cost us our captain,
endangered this crew
and wasted critical time.
All this for some delusional belief
that you'll get rich.
There's no opportunity.
And there is no "us"!
It stays in sealed quarantine
till we get to clear space.
I want a rescue return transport
on the shuttle.
- Think you'll need that?
- I don't know.
But the distress signal from the mine was
cut short, it came in under a false name,
and our friend didn't bother to attach
a hazard warning to his distress signal.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's just
a kid trying to make some dough.
If that's how it is, I'll come back,
we'll blast out of this orbit
and I'll make one hell of an apology.
Any way you look at it,
it beats staying behind in the shuttle.
- Rescue transport's on board.
- Thank you, Benjamin.
Keep an eye on this guy. Both of you.
- Good to go?
- Set.
See ya.
- Initiate launching sequence.
- Main thrusters primed.
Shuttle clear for launch.
It's not easy, is it?
Watching someone
you care about go away.
That's how it was for him when you left.
I know that surprises you,
but it's the truth.
- I know you cared about him too.
- I have a lot of work to do.
Kaela!
If you need anything,
anything at all, you just let me know.
Warning. High-gravity field
creating excessive rate of approach.
That would explain
why