Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Picked up a Mayday. Looks like a light freighter.
among the riff-raff of the Solar System.
Be fast and be careful, we're inside of a limb with a pin here.
I just need a couple of breaths.
Jesus. Spare me.
What if they don't like being followed?
Maybe what you hate about me the most
What?
when he knew the guards would be receiving their own injections.
Well, it's about time.
We never received that signal.
The O.P.A. demands legitimacy through violence.
I work for the future of my people
- Alex, shut him down! - He's locked us out.
Huh?
special hangar where rich people keep their pleasure-craft?
We get on that ship and chances are we're never comin' out.
Hey, it's none of my business, but...
How about this? You see that coming?
Vanished.
Have I given you the impression that I'm afraid?
If you don't think we're gonna make it, what are you doing up here?
and we're gonna make some noise and get rescued.
They slip off that screen, they're gone forever.
- It was a trap. - Are you insane?
Hey, whoa, whoa!
that could destroy the balance in the system.
Let's just take a deep breath here, people. All of you.
Cold war is a bloodless war.
Somebody shut that damn airlock!
Come on, kid.
The outer door's gone.
You screwed the golden goose.
We're wasting time.
Twelfth Level, condenser grid. It's in a warehouse.
Give me a hand over here, will you, buddy?
Copy all files.
You're well-spoken for an O.P.A. soldier.
Then why waste your time on a meaningless courier like myself?
You can't buy me off or control me anymore.
Least of all Mars.
It appears he broke free of his restraints,