"Dutch! We're in the middle of a heist!" "You're right. Something red." |
Above Arkyn, unable to approach due to an artificial defensive layer, the team are forced to retreat and go looking for a rumoured piece of tech that allowed a smuggling crew to dip in and out of Arkyn's atmosphere to escape pursuit. Their warrant broker confirms that the tech exists, and that a warrant exists for any person in possession of it, but that it was believed to have been deposited in a black market casino. Fortunately for the Killjoys, they have added bartender Pree to their roster, and he happens to have a criminal past notorious enough to get them in.
"I like that one. Can we keep her." Alas, Lucy, it seems she will only be recurring. |
Meanwhile, something about D'avin rejects the green conditioning goop. Learning this, Khlyen breaks him out and sends him back to Dutch, explaining that the only reason for taking him was to create a protector whom Dutch would let close. He also tells D'avin to lie to Dutch and say he's gone, because she won't leave until she's killed him, and staying would bring her into contact with 'the Black Root'. Fellow Killjoy Fancy Lee comes with, but when he doesn't bleed after being shot they chuck him off for a Level 6 and book, while Khlyen is knocked out and taken off by the Root to see 'the Lady', although one of his minders is then shivved by Fancy.
"Don't make me cut a bitch." "Please, cut a bitch already." |
Killjoys blasts back for a second season in fine style, with its impressive cast, organically-explored world and more than usually sophisticated SF corporate conspiracy. It's a shame not to see the always-impressive Leonidas - who is north of thirty now, curse her eternal, fresh-faced youthfulness - become a fixture post-Defiance, but the existing ensemble is strong enough. Between this and Dark Matter, it seems we are living in a new golden age of space opera.
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