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I am Memory Sphere Avon 7119 Revision 3, built on Earth in

2073 and upgraded in the year 2109 to level 6 with a Class

1 privacy rating.

This information is now made public under the authority of the Great

Overseer. who lives despite the rumors it is public knowledge

that five years ago the overseer was the victim of an uprising these words

of cerebius plutanicus the great overseer of the federation were recorded

on planet alron one week ago

as history is often biased

Here are his own words.

May the truth prevail.

Recorded history is wrong.

Complex life in the universe is rare.

It was believed that intelligent life started on Earth, but I've discovered

humanoids existed on Gauda Prime over a million years before.

the creatures from this world the masters visited the earth in the past

and accelerated our own evolution eventually a human

empire rose wise enough to foresee the need for space travel this

was the foundation of the first federation worlds similar to earth were

found

and great terraformers transformed these worlds into biological copies of the

Earth.

Artificially enhanced humans, also known as the Constructs, gained dominance,

and their arrogance overcame us.

We fought, and we won, at the cost of 128 billion

lives.

I was born in the aftermath of this terrible war, when humans numbered only

three million.

Through the blood of the Masters, I became immortal.

I was given a vision, and I founded the Second Great Federation.

The blood of the Masters has given me an extension of life.

But now, I must take upon myself.

I'm John Worthy, and...

I've never been one to play by the rules.

It's not my style.

But in the Federation, that is a punishable crime.

My father, he was a kind man with a strong voice.

I knew he was famous, and I loved how people looked up to him, but most of

all, I loved the times we spent alone, away from the politics.

We oppose this ridiculous war against the Terranostra.

We demand that the Sovereign Overseer Stop diverting funds to the war effort

to help his own people.

Puppets of the Federation, we ask that you think about... We were

so close until life took a different course.

I wanted to be him, the private man, and not the street preacher that got too

much attention.

If I survive the flight scene for three minutes, I can take the exam.

A one in ten thousand chance.

The Federation flourished, and the people were censored.

My dreams grew in the silence.

Flight Lieutenant Chaplin?

Flight Lieutenant Worthy?

Worthy?

General, did we know someone by the name of Worthy?

Yes, there was a dissident, I believe, but he was assassinated.

Oh, yes.

Any relation?

No relation, Supreme Commander.

Hmm. I see.

Flight Lieutenant Trapper.

Flight Lieutenant Kittredge.

Pilots generally last three minutes in combat. Jet fighters cost the Federation

180,000 credits per year. Should you crash and survive?

you will never fly again i hope i make myself clear what are these

uh oversupplies the ship's inventory had a few errors is this legal probably not

no you think our overages should be just used for charity it's um deep space

concentrates it should last you about six months federation property is not to

be used for liability no captain anyway i got promoted flight lieutenant

Yeah, no more dinner dumpster dies. Why did you join the Federation?

I wanted to fly. You want to fly? Yes, Captain.

Fear, anger brought forth its due punishment.

The storm clouds were gathering and a new order would soon arise.

We found something on Gaudaprime.

DNA storage 200,000 years old.

Do you really believe we're descendants from those horrible, horrible creatures?

The Masters.

Yes, the Masters.

All the way to Gaudaprime to prove your link to the gods.

I am a god.

Of course you are, darling.

There's more.

It's a form of DNA storage.

It's slowly been decoded.

Our ancestry could go back all the way.

I'll miss you when you're gone.

Terranostra, the dogmatic nemesis of the Federation, ruled by the paleo-religious

High Pope that all love to hate.

Who could foresee the cancer that was growing within their ranks?

The new weapon of terror from the despicable Sovereign Overseer and its

evil Federation. This is the prototype of the Star One class, the fastest, most

vile Rednaught in the Federation fleet, brimming with dozens of their highly

immoral calamity missiles.

Each missile is capable of extinguishing life on any of our nine worlds.

I, the High Pope, the Terra Nordstrom, declares a holy war against the

Federation and their so-called peacekeeping.

You'll be fine.

We've all been there before.

Earth.

A pit of radiation.

Battle scarred. The ghosts of our ancestors still haunt its hallowed

lands.

Terranostrum vessels dropping the sublight! Bring it around!

Aye, Captain!

All hands, prepare for battle!

Shields at maximum!

Oh, no, no, no, not now!

Weapons Control, charge batteries to target engines.

Weapons charged. Getting a lock, Captain.

Lock! Fire!

Captain, I recommend not engaging.

Electro shields are not balanced. Then get them balanced.

Shields are gone, Captain.

Already? If you'd gone with the shields I recommended, we wouldn't be in this

position, Captain. Three more missiles. Taking evasive.

Pilot, 28,000 kilometers and come about.

Long-range communications are down. Are the missiles armed?

Just a minute.

Calamity's armed.

No, no

We need to talk later.

About us?

It's always about us.

Us and the Federation.

Leave us.

How many holy men have you killed?

Sixteen. All good servants of my kingdom.

And what did you hope to gain from this uprising?

Justice.

Your execution will be your suffering.

We will rise.

If there was another fighter pilot on board, you would be in the brig.

Yes, Captain.

Lesson learned, Captain.

Remember,

everyone, you are mortal in the service of the sovereign... You're all vital

part of the machine known as the Great Federation.

If one of us falters, we all falter.

Our first mission as crew of Starship One is to visit Old Earth.

Stupid name for a planet.

Raise shield.

New photon shields activated.

Push on.

No. All existing warbots are to be drafted into the Federation Corps.

100% taxation and we become slaves to the Federation.

And you say all this with super weapons aimed at us. We monitored your little

disagreement up there.

Your weapon has no shields, no communications. Hey, Sunshine, you don't

realize that they will shoot upon this planet while we are still on its

surface.

Hey, Sunshine, you don't realize that they will shoot upon this planet while

we are still on its surface.

Long-range communications back online.

Get those jackasses back up here.

Yes, sir.

Patch me into General Gustav.

I thought we were going after the Terra Nostra.

Do you really want to question me, General? I know, but we should have a

definite game plan before we... There's a point, Mother. Old Earth is steeped in

so much history that...

Following orders, Supreme Commander.

Good.

Dismissed.

You either place yourself under Federation rule or be- We're forced to

eat their synth meat and drink their artificial fruit juices, all laced with

mind control enzymes.

We gotta go. I'm sorry.

Tell that civilian engineer that his life is forfeit if he cannot modulate

the shields.

Yes, Captain.

Landing team, Doc. Prepare to come about.

10,000 kilometers safe distance.

Arm calamity two.

I'm not liking this job.

You two, to the bridge, now!

Yeah, we know, we know.

Where are you going?

Missile Bay. Now get out of my way, you fucking runt.

Hey! Fuck you, Twinkle.

I've been in direct council with the Supreme Commander.

Old Earth is to be vaporized under the charge of conspiring with the Terra

Nostra to supply them with Class 4 Warbots.

Do you understand the orders, Captain?

Understood, General.

Your negotiations failed.

They've launched two gunships. Rimmer.

Rimmer!

Calamity 2 primed and ready.

Target.

Sure we should do that, Captain? Question me again. Private Torgus! Yes,

Captain.

Having trouble walking on? Well, get walked on!

What the fuck?

Belay that order!

Belay it!

Marta! I'm by your back, Worthy! It's a fucking mutiny!

The vessel's approaching!

Defense cannons are online!

Fire!

You fucking son of a bitch!

Let's bring this bird down!

Starship window high command, we are engaged in immunity. Suspect they are

Terra Nostra- We are not Terra Nostra!

Try running lower atmosphere.

The guns won't be as accurate.

That's a stupid idea!

Do it! No!

I fly better than they can shoot.

I got one!

Stay focused!

I'm with you.

I hope I'm on the right side.

Get back to engineering.

Going down!

Marta, get to crash control! I got it, Worley. Hide the maneuvering thrusters!

Not an option!

Tracer, what can you tell me?

We're gonna crash!

There's only one escape pod left. That's it? We're a prototype.

The gas intake.

If we vent the gas through the engine intake, we can use it to slow our

descent. It'll blow the ship. Not at this speed. The wind will blow it away

from the intake.

Do it. Togus, assist.

Could have planned your mutiny a lot better.

That's one.

The silver one.

The other silver one.

I'm sealing it. Back to the print.

Try some.

It's working! It's not working!

Bring the nose up! Brace for impact!

You fucking idiots!

I killed Captain Savage.

She didn't deserve to die like a dog.

Without warning.

without a moment to reflect.

She was a great starship captain.

You want to motivate people to war.

Give them a reason to fight.

Feed them.

Police 02 order received, Supreme Commander. We need a confirmation code.

Alpha 3993 Tau.

Confirmed.

She'll never fly again.

Oh, she's solid state, baby. She'll fly.

After a few repairs, huh?

If you built a better ship. If there's your Federation tax dollars hard at

work, that's what that is.

All Federation diplomats have been executed in what is known as a

Terranostra Day of Cleansing. It is estimated that at least 30 women have

been executed in the underground network.

Though denied by the government, civil war has erupted in the streets.

It is expected the Terranostra High Council will make a formal declaration

of war against the Federation in the coming hours.

The question is, where is the Overseer and why is our government silent?

Missionaries are needed now to bring repentance upon the population.

And while they have declared war...

We have the first victory with the Terra Nostra Grand Army.

Callisto II has fallen.

Missionaries are needed now to bring repentance upon the population.

This voice is set and on timers.

I've issued the press release.

How soon? Soon.

No!

You two, to the shelter, now!

Why didn't you greet me at the docking bay?

Where's that?

Callisto 2.

Oh my god.

Your son.

And so many others.

I am truly sorry.

Terra Nostra agents have mutineered Starship One.

Yes.

That's why I'm here, General.

Courage, ladies.

I never expected this.

We have word that the Starship One has fallen into rebel hands.

Theranostra? We don't know.

We lost our contact with Old Earth.

You can give us a name.

Which one of you is Tabor?

She was beheaded yesterday.

We have 528 legions ready for action and there's no one to lead them.

You know what, Worthy? We sell the calamity missiles and we buy ourselves a

fast starship.

No, we can't allow the missiles to run out of the black market.

What a level the playing field thing.

Level thing.

You okay?

Yeah, I just need to take my suppression meds. You're on them?

I got upgraded last week.

If I don't take my meds, I get all warm hungry.

Where's your captain?

She's dead.

This is Lieutenant Worthy.

He wrestled this vessel from the Federation.

You'll need our help then.

Enter.

See, this was born to me when I was 15.

The first three years of life I did not want him.

But I grew to love him with such fierce devotion that I can hardly breathe at

the thought of our separation.

Your son's life will be dearly paid for.

There will be no clemency.

We do this under one condition.

Okay. You join the uprising.

What uprising?

I need to show you something.

No. No, we can't trust these guys. You'll leave.

Come.

Assault bots, general infantry, special weapons, all class four.

So my superiors are right.

Great. Federation has amassed two million hunter bots, class twos, sent to

every remote world in the sector.

They're looking for something. We're afraid that you people are nothing but

war mongers. Young man, I appreciate your idealism, but the web is far more

complex than you perceive.

Just use Psyduck. Neither the Terra Nostra or the Federation.

Our angles are the same as you.

We're just walking down different roads.

You have your finger on the trigger of the Federation's greatest weapon.

And you appear to have a conscience.

I want you to have this.

We need young leaders to take control of events.

You may not be ready, but the situation is ready for you.

I killed a superior officer.

I've stolen the most powerful starship in the fleet.

My name's Trouble.

Then we're in good company.

The Federation fleet's been dispatched. It's 19 hours away.

How do you know, rude boy?

It's all over the holo news.

Mom, mom, mom. No, it's not. I'm okay. I know, John, but... Get out.

Now.

I'm so tired of all this. Why don't you just... Look, just get out of there. The

Fed cops are coming for you.

Just go. The people are fighting against the Federation garrison. We're booked on

the next shuttle. I love you, John.

Yeah.

Number three, bring down the guidance crane.

You wanted to see me? Give them all the trinium we could spare.

We... Yeah. I want your class forms.

What? What? I downloaded all the Federation's attack protocols. We can

store them here.

No, we can't... I say.

Yeah, well, anything but to get back on that small-ass flying pillbox.

Get back to work.

Hey, you're not supposed to be here.

We need a secure channel to Old Earth.

Do you think the robots are ready by now?

I don't know.

I've got your back, Worthy, just not for space travel.

But we're in this together.

Look, you want to be the revolutionary soldier boy? Get on the bike. Who said

anything about revolution?

I'm built for hand-to-hand combat.

Really?

And that's it?

Don't be the big hero worthy. Heroes always end up as roadkill.

Thanks.

It's coming together well.

Thanks. I want you to take my daughter with you.

No.

She will be your greatest asset.

But she has been in my life.

She needs to start living a life.

I'm not sure I'm... You're a small, heavily armed, moving target to earth a

huge stationary target.

She's better with you.

You're doing good, kid.

Do you know what you're doing?

I'm figuring out as I go.

Drives online.

Where do I put my stuff, Captain?

What's in the bag?

Things I'm going to need.

Hair products?

Essential oils?

My antique gun collection, buttwarp.

Second room on the right.

Com systems online.

I'm locked out.

Really? Yeah.

I wanted to see who mutinied the ship.

Identified. Navigation Officer Merle Torgus. Flight Lieutenant John Worthy.

Contract Engineer Travis Drason. Screen off.

I'm locked out.

Terranostra agents.

Our war is with your government, not with you.

Surrender now and you will not be executed under the laws of the

Federation and its policies.

We're in a whole lot of doo-doo.

Well, I, uh, disabled the command protocol for the entire starship.

Can you do one of those, uh, citizen broadcast things?

Give me some time. I can hack in.

Do you know how much time and effort I put into Star One?

I want it under your command in 48 hours.

Damn it. God damn it!

If you fail me, your son will be executed.

Yes, Sovereign.

Right.

Apparently we've been busy.

What? Somebody's nuked Altern 5.

The Federation are bombing their own planets?

They're blaming us.

Dramas. Tracing. Stories.

Barbing. Charge with usage of revolution.

I'd just like to say, I know I'm not trained as a captain. Spare us the

speech. You're not qualified.

Federation fleet closing, Captain.

Call me Worthy. Drayson, can you jackhand? Lines are open.

I'm John Worthy.

Now in command of a Star One class warship.

People of the Terra Nostra and the Federated Worlds.

I demand that both sides open themselves to proper negotiations.

I demand a ceasefire.

This is coming from the Earth system.

We are the arbiters of peace.

Our calamity missiles are capable of taking out any world that wishes to

continue to wage war.

We need to go there.

No, you stay. No, I'm coming.

You have two hours to respond.

Screen off.

Blessed are the peacemakers.

They're opening fire.

Do we fire back?

We have no shields.

Blast them out of the sky.

War power.

Fire!

Another hit and we're done! Suggest we surrender!

Target again?

Turn tail and run. What?

Pilot!

Tracyn, can we go superluminal? It's worth a try. Do it! Are you serious?

It worked.

Destination?

Torgus, Worthy. I'm sending you a coded navigation link. I have a private

workshop at the Outer West Rim.

I'm shielding its exact location from your sensors.

It's like flying with a blindfold.

From the direction we're headed, I would say it's Pulmaris or Oasis Prime.

General, they sustained damage. We can assume their shields were down. We split

the fleet to follow.

To where?

Out of West Rim, or maybe Oasis Prime or Palmaris.

Never heard of them.

That's where they're headed.

The darkness is closing.

Father, I did what was right.

And I was wrong.

What have I done?

Father, speak to me.

Speak.

I thought the Overseer forbade family members from having personal dealings.

What the Overseer doesn't see can't affect the Overseer.

Besides, who said this was personal?

Master, we're gifts from the High Office. You are virgins, yes?

Yeah, we're virgins.

You know how to fly?

No.

I'm Rortac.

Code 371992.

Accepted. Glad you're safe.

You biomech.

My pleasure.

I can smell your machine oil.

I think you can trust her.

Do you have a female biomech? It is illegal for me to create an entity that

is more intelligent or powerful than myself.

But it does have its advantages.

I'm not prone to emotional violence or petty jealousies.

You don't like flying?

Well, making conversation, I want to tell you my conspiracy theory

about the High Pope.

Seriously.

It's a really good one.

Okay.

The detrinium will go a long way. The AI that you're using, are there any

intelligence limitations?

I prefer not to discuss it.

We're somewhere in the Palmera system, aren't we?

One of the larger asteroids?

Nobody move!

General Gustav, if you can receive... Caution! 12mm high-power semi-automatic

pistol! No!

Staris... I am fulfilling my vows to the Federation.

You fucking traitor!

Send her back to Terminus.

Nasty fucker.

Fuck you and your pathetic band of terrorists.

You'll find a first aid kit in the left-hand compartment.

Goodbye.

Very good.

I need your opinion.

Yeah, it's one of ours.

Protocols have been modified.

I found them snooping around new here a few weeks ago.

Can I keep it?

I have two more.

You make me nervous.

What is that?

Nothing to concern yourself with.

I've never done a landing before!

Yeah. You're not nervous, are you?

I sure am.

The worst pilot I've ever seen.

I know what you're going to say. I'm on it.

Whose quarters are you in? Oh.

The general kindly gave up his quarters for me. I remember when you were a baby.

I looked in on you. You looked quiet, almost content.

I could read you. Your eyes revealed your soul to me. You cannot hide

anything from me. As soon as you're done, return.

My mechanical men have found what we are looking for.

Chaos breeds confusion.

Keep them all occupied with their pity.

Soon it will be over, my dear.

As soon as Star One is in your hands, return to Terminus.

I'm surprised you're in one piece after that landing.

This is Diana.

And I'm Trina.

Hi.

They're all ready for you.

Yeah, girls, you can kick up your feet. The boss is in the city on business.

Swords, huh?

Uh-huh.

Robot 2 has completed his scan.

The DNA is in this sector.

Be sure nothing is disturbed.

What is at rest should remain that way. Yes, sir, Vizier. We understand.

Is there any evidence of where they are?

Did they stay?

Maybe they just moved to another planet.

I've given orders for all... all things in hibernation to remain as they are.

Nothing is to be awoken.

Dread very carefully.

Federation engineers insisted on those ridiculous electro shields.

Renewal shields are the best.

You agree, babe?

Fuck you.

Set course for Earth.

We have an army to build.

You see?

Hey.

Maybe encryption is high.

Must be a secret worth keeping.

Well, we know that they're looking for some DNA decoder. Well, it should be

easy enough.

The data is more complex than a simple strand.

It's 12 zettabytes.

Wow.

I'm going to create an alert tracer.

It'll worm its way back to the source and we can see what they're looking for.

Sounds like we've arrived.

Don't worry, but they made sure that every... Total destruction, every major

city, radiation bombs.

I'm sorry.

We have an entire army in the mountains waiting to be activated.

John Worthy?

You know me?

The whole galaxy knows you.

Oh, yeah.

Diana's in charge of 528 legions on Terra Nostra.

We're taking charge of the war bots that were bought and paid for by the

uprising.

I see.

You take care of the Federation and we'll hand you Terra Nostra.

Where the hell have you been?

He's on Earth.

Why haven't we met him at the intercept?

I know. I have a plan. Relax.

Oh, really? You have a plan?

I have a special envoy arriving. I am sick of fucking plans. I need results.

Sarina, calm down.

Everything's under control.

Don't touch me or I will have you shot. Do you understand, Gustav?

You're very tense.

You need to trust me.

The rest of the fleet's headed to intercept.

Jolie?

I don't feel anything.

This is not my home anymore.

Let's make him suffer.

General, courier shuttle has arrived.

Good. You know what to do.

How many?

30 ships, maybe more.

Omnimissile. Incoming message.

Did he say to answer it? Oh, no, I just figured it was... General. Flight

lieutenant. It's captain.

Bring them over.

What the hell are you... Your mother and sister will die one by one unless you

surrender the starship.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Surrender! There's no more time for discussion!

Nice work, General.

How do we do the exchange?

Surrender and your family will be released.

And you will be taken into custody.

My conditions are as follows.

No!

No!

Fuck you!

No!

No! Back to the brick!

How does it feel, terranostrous scum?

How does it feel?

No.

Cygnus Alpha, neutral zone.

Meet there for the exchange.

One ship only.

Any games and we start blasting every Federation world we come across.

We're in the neutral zone.

Yeah.

Jolie says that the Cygnus Alpha, it's one giant electrical conductor.

Apparently, we use plasma guns.

It's bad news.

But she wants to try to use her antique weapons.

Uh-huh.

Right, yeah.

I kind of want to, you know.

Try the old bang-bang?

No.

You stay with the ship if we need you.

John, look, I'm... I'm sorry.

My grandmother was gunned down by friendly fire during the August

uprising.

We all hoped she would come out of her coma thing.

God.

I must have said goodbye at least a dozen times.

She never woke up.

Not now, Torgus.

Please.

I know.

I know.

You're gonna hold it all in, wait till this is all blown over, and then boom!

You're gonna explode.

And you're not gonna be the only one taken down by it.

Really?

Really.

We're all with you!

But we're not going to lay down our lives for a personal vendetta.

I know.

I know. I...

But it's my fault.

I was too busy playing the hero to really care about

those that mean the most.

General Gustav.

Is playing you.

Yeah.

He is.

But I know.

And I gotta focus.

I gotta focus.

Yeah. You do.

I don't want to die out here.

We have enough guns, we won't be needing your knife collection.

Guns are the weapons of cowards.

We'll see.

Make sure you have the robot gun safety protocols turned off.

There's limited gun stock.

The DNA codex is on board and we've started replication.

Tiberius.

You have been a good friend.

But I don't trust you.

Tiberius. Yes, Overseer.

Throw yourself off the range.

Yes, officer.

Good.

Told you it works. I never doubted you. I can't believe I am stepping foot on

this fucked up planet.

The legions are ready. Just give the word.

The word is given.

Each of you will take a platoon and assign it to your own church sector.

At 2300 hours, we strike.

Stay away from the front lines. That is the territory of the class fours. We

fight alongside you until every last Terra Nostra male is dead.

Were they setting a trap?

Where's the starship?

It could be right under us and we wouldn't even know.

I don't like this.

We use this planet for testing reconnaissance warbots.

It's a death trap for technology. I see them!

What's the fun in that?

Get rid of the sidekick.

Clever.

How you doing, sis?

I'm ashamed we served under the same flag.

Terranostra scum. I'm not Terranostra. Of course you are.

Nice distraction.

That's my cue.

No! No!

Starship! Don't move a muscle! Starship! Don't do it! Don't do it!

Motherfucker! No!

Come on, Worthy! Take her! Get her, Daigusta!

No, no! I'm gonna hunt you!

I'm gonna kill you!

You never should have done it like that. The whole thing was a setup.

There's nothing we could have done.

Hold on, hold on.

Aeolus 14 Umbra. Pick up needed at meeting point.

Dad!

Let's kill these motherfuckers. Hey, some of us like men.

Go fuck, it's the Home Guard!

I need to die! No, no, no!

All units, push on to the west. Activate the sleeper cells.

Go, go, go, go!

Like this. Get used to it.

Higher. You need help.

Yeah, I do.

Ten battlecruisers incoming.

Move us in and out of the storm. Stop them getting weapons lock.

Like this? You keep doing that and you'll fry the system.

General, we have 20 frigates, 12 bombers, two gravimats, and one

bioweapons cruiser. Start the orbital bombardment as soon as we are clear.

General, we can't get a lock from this distance.

Tell them to circle in.

Eyeball it.

Yes, sir.

Circle in. Fire at will.

Yes, sir.

We're trying to go superluminal. Not at this altitude.

We're headed for the eye of the storm.

Perfect. Are you mad? Yes, I am.

with the air currents. Don't fight the wind. Bad idea.

Trust me.

Do this on a jet fighter, not on a storm ship.

Stress on the hull spiking at 20k PSI.

Stay with him.

He's emotional and will make mistakes.

Yes, General.

Too fast.

Like a storm. You're a fool, Worthy. This is not... Open fire.

Christ!

We're gonna blow!

Faster! No!

We can do it!

Pulling up 20 degrees!

Losing lateral thrusters!

All right, all right!

Pull out!

Pull us out of here!

When we smooth at 28,000, pull up. Use the momentum to reach escape velocity.

Fuck, really?

It's a stupid idea!

It's working!

You're lucky! I'd offer my congratulations, but... Now it's a

street fight.

Bring it on.

any time soon. What are they? Artificial gravity field generators were locked in

a fucking gravity cage.

Okay, okay.

Grayson, what's the heat weighting of the shields? 7,000 degrees Kelvin.

And the Federation ships?

Maybe 3,000, but the command ship is six. And what's the heat range of a

calamity missile? Got it. I know where you're going. What is it?

Six to 15,000. If we're right on the very edge of the blast? Correct. No.

We'll die. Do it.

Yes, Captain.

Yes, Captain.

Coming about on the missile. Already armed. Launch.

It's not going to end well.

Hell no.

How long? 30 seconds. Robotons, port and starboard. Circle

around, wait for the first blast wave and then dive between them.

Shockwave! Holy shit! Blast shield!

Race!

Let's go!

Jason, cut the power!

I need more Warbots running Distraction

at the East Gate so Diana can get her team inside.

I haven't been this close to death in years.

Feeling old?

Some days.

All right. Manual restart.

Okay.

Superluminal offline.

Maneuvering thrusters are gone.

Weapons are offline.

Well, the good news is food service still works.

So basically we're adrift.

Could be worse.

Really. Captain!

Keep moving.

Section 8 to the west wing.

Section 7.

Diana,

you have incoming.

Get out!

They've sustained a lot of damage!

Guns!

Decks 3 and 4 ablaze! Requesting the order! Abandon ship!

Denied! The reactors are critical!

Keep firing!

Oh, we're fucked!

Keep moving.

Left corridor.

You're it.

I got him. Stay out of this. Whatever you say. Where's the fucking... Off

-world.

Of course he is.

Dracic, any thrust would be good. Rerouting life support.

Thrusters online.

Grabbing speed.

You gotta be fucking kidding me!

I think your luck's run out.

Check the engine room. I'm already there!

We can't all fit in the jet fighter.

I'm going to the other ship to steal an escape pod.

Hey, you said 15 minutes, right?

It's done.

Keep this safe.

and he's not going to make it. He's got five minutes. We need to get the hell

out of here.

Abandon ship.

Life support systems have failed.

Abandon ship. Life support systems have failed.

You won't kill me?

Not if you lead me to him.

He's headed to the executive escape pods level two. Get off the ship. It's all

gonna blow.

Go! I

set

the transponder to priority.

You will be the first that gets picked up.

I had recordings of everything on my ship.

Everything.

One reactor is critical.

One reactor is critical.

You and your religious fanatics have killed millions in the name of your God!

My son is dead because of your people!

I know, fucking Pteranostar!

For killing my family in cold blood!

I can really make you be angry! Your family!

Your family!

Your

family's

still alive!

Someone tried to warn them! I didn't get to my family!

We used robot simulants!

We had no voice records, that's why they didn't talk!

Why?

Clark, they're judgmental!

The Federation have-

Rescue chefs!

I guess you are.

terminus. Roger that. Speak for more survivors.

He'll be executed for sure.

We leave.

I have control.

Lines are open.

The galaxy's listening.

Confess. Do it.

I am Tetratus, Bishop of the Terranostra. I have your wife and

children.

We have surrendered what is left of our military to

the Resistance.

Say it.

The High Pope of the Terranostra and the Sovereign Federation Overseer

are one and the same person.

who are fighting each other for no reason!

The High Pope of the Terra Nostra and the Federation's Sovereign Overseer are

one and the same person.

Were you aware?

It's just politics.

How do we rescue Worthy?

He'll be executed by morning, am I right?

Four-day journey to Terminus in this old crate.

Let's get away from here.

Overseer, we have the virus cloud generator activated.

Particle delivery tanks are full and primed. Delivery system standing by.

What took it so long? We had problems integrating the alien DNA to the

delivery modifiers.

The DNA cloud will be capable of permeating all planetary worlds

suitable.

Nanobots are all independently primed and ready.

Good. You know what the fuck's been going on? I've been waiting here for

several hours. Come here and sit down and see this.

but you have to listen and listen well the overseer is on his way back right

now and we have to act we have to do something right now has he found what

he's looking for have you ever

suspected anything

The Overseer is my half-brother.

When I was 15, he had his way with me.

He doesn't remember it because he was in an elevated binge or something stupid.

He can't remember a thing.

But I was young and I told him that it was a Terra Nostra ambassador who had

actually raped me.

But he did not forgive.

And he can... Never ever know.

Because this is all my fault.

Listen to me.

The throne of the Sovereign Overseer is rightfully yours.

It's yours.

He raped me.

It's yours.

He's my father.

I'm the enemy of all.

My mother and sister are alive.

The general was a smart but just man and he played me like a deck of cards.

But now I see the Overseer and his family are the true enemies.

We must forgive each other and ourselves and all our sins and focus our hatred on

those who deserve it.

The Overseer must die.

of the Terra Nostra and the Federation Sovereign Overseer are one and the same

person.

It's true.

I'm sure your mother knows.

What about the bombings on Callisto 2?

I was there when she gave the order.

I see.

Keep me informed.

So you're here to carry out the execution order?

It seems that you were right.

Yeah?

I'm getting you out of here.

We have a war to fight, friend.

The Terranostra fallen, and the Federation not far behind.

The folly of my youth would be my curse, and yet there was hope.

While the gods away, the humans shall play.