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Survey 1, conditions nominal for descent.

You are right on target.

Survey 2, thank you for mapping the topography.

Course officer Johan, you're the finest line item

every approved by MCORP accountants.

Don't feel too bad.

I got the same thing for launch prep.

I don't know which red tape is worse,

ours or the government council.

Well, on the upside,

Geo-Recon is reading that this moon near Saturn

may contain one trillion dollars in the Neo-Lithium.

Radioactivity detected.

They must not be lying.

They left a backup supply of plutonium,

enough for mass refueling.

Looks like the rumors of us getting a new space port

must be true.

Approaching coordinates 34.4, 198,

vector 70, Saturn Moon PX1.

It's like deja vu.

What's that, Officer Johan?

34.4, 198, it's...

Ever since we took off, it's like...

Those coordinates sound so familiar,

but I just can't place it.

If I remember correctly,

that's from the training simulator

we used to use years ago.

34.4, 198.

That's right!

But in that simulator, weren't those the coordinates

for a hypothetical moon with hostile alien life?

Sure, but I'm sure they're grabbing

from real coordinates like this one.

No access to brief in the orbital perimeter.

Still looking clear, Survey One.

Oh, so no aliens.

Afraid not.

Touchdown in 300 feet. 200.

100.

And...

Touchdown.

Oh, looks like I got good news.

We got a level 5 reading on the electromagnetic scan.

Okay.

That does mean our odds of this rock

having a ton of Neo-lithium just went up by 5%.

Oh...

Geo-Recon showed our landing strip as solid rock,

but the ship is listing.

Cyrus, the leveling system says

there's a 1.2 grade increase in the port-side strut.

Is the ground unstable or is our strut damaged?

We didn't fly here just to tip over.

Ground instability negligible.

Strut is optimal.

However, the ship has now listed 1.3%,

increasing at a rate of 0.01% per minute.

We should initiate sample extraction immediately.

If we wait too long, the anomaly

may become too hazardous to address.

Thank you, Cyrus. Perform the extraction immediately.

Cyrus...

In MCORP simulator logs,

what are the coordinates of the Pandora incident?

Beth, what are you doing?

MCORP forbids use of the name "Pandora"

in its simulator log.

Gene, the threat example used in our simulator logs

is identical to Pandora.

I think MCORP leadership

used the same coordinates in their simulators.

So you think this moon...

Moon PX-1 is actually Pandora?

Mission control would have told us that.

Not if they were ordered not to.

Cyrus, what are PX-1's coordinates?

34.4, 198 vector 70.

Cyrus, as a matter of historical reference,

what are the coordinates of the Pandora incident?

As an historical reference, the incident

occurred at 34.4, 198 vector 70, 100 years ago.

MCORP renamed the moon,

because its pilots refuse to fly there.

We need to get out of here.

I'm cutting the extraction short.

Gene, start heading to Earth now.

Put space between you and Pandora.

Cyrus, prepare to launch.

Launch sequence initiated.

Beth!

Officer Erin Black.

Report to Hanger 7 for combat training assessment.

Officer Black, hanger 7 for assessment.

Hey Black! Come on, you're up.

Six straight hours of drills

and here she comes for combat review.

So what do you think, man? You gonna pass her this time?

No. No way, man.

Morales, this is her third time.

Hey, Lieutenant,

I heard Nova Force have strict standards,

but if Erin Black can't get in,

almost makes me glad I'm still a combat pilot.

See? Character and consistency.

Even Quint here knows hard work when he sees it.

Hey, Lieutenant, so I gotta head to Hanger 11.

MCORP ship, emergency landing.

Molten plasma on the outside core.

That doesn't make any sense.

MCORP's port is 6 miles away, why would they come here?

Yeah, they probably just melted

through the outer thrust casing.

She broke protocol during the Battle on Titan, man.

We're Nova Force.

We follow protocol and obey orders.

If she wants to run fast and loose, just let her

play with the regular Space Force.

Did you forget what she did on Titan, huh?

She was bleeding out.

Still managed to hold off the enemy.

I know, I know. While rescuing two of our men.

Hey, hey, hey. You were one of those two soldiers.

-Don't you forget that. -That doesn't matter, okay?

Flemming put in lead position that day instead of her.

That militia would have been dealt with in five minutes.

You know, you keep saying that.

Do you realize the reason she broke formation

was to draw fire away from us?

We both know exactly why she even made Nova Force

in the first place, okay?

Her grandfather is Greg Black.

She keeps making waves to the DoD, man,

over upgrading our bioweapons defense.

Just let her go back to research, man.

She's one of the best in the world.

No, no, no, no. She is the best in the world.

The best.

And yet she still chose to come back here

and go into combat with us.

Okay, sure. But she even modified

some of the inflight drones on her ships

because she thought they weren't good enough?

I mean, come on, man.

Those drones are some of the best that we've ever had.

Look, Morales, Flemming is going to approve her,

and unless she does something really, really sloppy

or messes up bad, so am I.

She makes waves, man.

This is her third and last chance at readmittance.

If she doesn't make it this time, she is done.

Fine.

If she gets close to beating Flemming

in hand-to-hand combat, she has my vote. Okay?

All right. I'm gonna hold you to that.

Help me with this shit.

Woo!

And that completes our third review.

Excuse me, sir. Is this some device from the medical team?

It's called a flash drive, sir.

It's also called contraband.

It was willed to me by my grandfather. I--

I wear it for good luck.

Keep it in the safe in your barracks then.

We've had enough trouble today.

Quint from Hangar 11 told me an MCORP pilot

just received an unknown three-pulse signal

from Saturn Moon PX1 after landing here.

I guess your reflexes are intact.

Lieutenant, what's your assessment?

Per S.O.P., they need both my vote and yours.

Officer Black, you were bleeding out

on Titan under hellfire from a rogue planetary nation.

We all saw what you did that day.

Seems like you recovered from your injuries as well.

So for me it's an absolute yes, sir.

That makes two of us.

Morales?

Morales?

No.

Lieutenant, why is that?

She broke protocol, got herself injured, along--

They had us pinned down, Morales.

I had to draw them away.

If I didn't, then every single person on that fleet

would have been dead.

We all know exactly why she was even put on

Nova Force in the first place.

Morales, stand down.

Officer Black, continue.

If you think that I was fast tracked

because my grandfather is Gregory Black, fine.

I don't care.

But I don't think any of this is about protocol.

What is it then?

I think it's because I bothered the DoD so much

about our bioweapons defense

that you think it'll hurt your career.

Officer Black, Lieutenant Dean here

is Nova Force's top bioweapons specialist, okay?

With plenty of years under his--

Hey, hey, hey. She is the best, Morales.

You know that.

I could have lived a cushy life as a contractor.

Instead, I joined Nova Force

because I saw where things were heading.

The DoD is acting like Pandora could never happen again.

And somebody needs to press them about

upgrading their bioweapons defense.

It can't just be about fighting rogue nations.

No matter what you think of me,

I will always think of you

and the rest of Nova Force, my brothers.

Nothing that you can say will ever change that.

That's not incoming.

That's a code green alarm.

Wait. We're being hit by a biological attack?

Nova Force, that's a code green. Let's go.

-Let's go. -Let's move.

Lieutenant, this pilot refused decompression and

started waving that gun around.

Hey, Gene, Gene.

Easy, easy.

Why don't you just put the gun down?

-No! -Get back! Get back!

No!

Get a rapid-seal body bag and tranquilizer.

Get him to alpha-level quarantine now!

On it.

No!

Oh my God!

One load should have put him down!

Hit him again!

Again, hit him again!

-Hit him again! -Come on. Get down!

Down!

We have to get him to quarantine before

he suffocates inside that bag.

Okay, let's do it now.

Black, give the order.

All units, all units. All personnel are in lockdown.

MPs are to proceed in hazmat protocol.

Immediate arrest of any officers displaying erratic behavior.

One, two, three.

All right, Black, let's take him to med bay.

If we see any more infected,

I say we hit him with cyto-propofol.

No. If there are others infected,

let's have EMTs hit them with two doses of

gamma-thorazine and take them to quarantine bay.

Copy that.

Okay. His vitals are clear.

The source of that three-pulse signal

is definitely not pulmonary.

-Any signs of nanotech? -Negative.

General Watts.

Captain Flemming.

We received an alert of an advanced bioweapon

attack at Space Force in New Mexico.

Do we have a lead on what it is and who's responsible?

Potentially, yes, but we need to confirm the structure and

biomechanics of this before we begin countermeasures.

We do have some intel though.

A three-pulse energy signature from PX1

and from this individual officer, sir.

General, Flight Officer Quint also

reported a molten substance on the outside of his ship.

- ETA? - An hour, sir.

For a prelim. No, sir. Fifteen minutes

and then I'll have some leads.

Then we can determine scale of response.

But for now it seems like it's confined to this base.

Well, we've been in touch with the MCORP CEO, Ian Mather.

He confirmed one of the two mining ships went missing.

The pilot who landed at your base

never reported the issue.

Mather is en route now from New York to help provide intel.

General, if he could provide us with

a complete elemental index of PX1,

it'll help us to determine the organism's weakness

and if that substance on the hull

of his ship was organic.

-I'll make sure he does. -Thank you.

We're syncing the MCORP data cloud with ours

as a precaution to get real time exchange.

You'll see enhanced tech in your space flight display.

We just received word that the pilot,

he was communicating clearly during his return from PX1,

but he gave no indication there was a problem.

He managed to convince your tower

he needed an emergency landing.

Copy that, sir.

Do any of our bioweapon think tanks

at Beijing, Oxford, or MIT have any leads?

Yes. They told me all I needed was to consult with Erin Black.

Proceed, Captain.

Wait. MCORP ships run on a nuclear drive like ours.

He could have crash landed here

and blown this whole place to dust.

Yeah, but he didn't.

He went out of his way to encounter us face to face.

He's coding!

Clear the scanner. Morales, defibrillate.

Clear.

No response.

We got it back.

I apologize, Officer Black.

I should have put you back on the team immediately.

We're all good. I've got your six.

Fifteen minutes. How is that possible?

It's about access points.

A bioweapon is like a ship.

If you can't sever the fuel line,

sever the power line.

If the power line is sealed, cut the steering column.

What did we get?

The residue in this gun looks like it has

traces of crypto-cytosine fulgurite and some neo-lithium.

So whatever's on that gun had to be some superheated plasma.

Fulgurite only occurs when lightning strikes.

And a plasma carrying an electric pulse like

this one is consistent with an electrically charged bubble.

-Like-- like a lightning ball. -Mm-hmm.

We had a cargo ship that was struck by lightning once.

The charge literally turned the air

into a floating molten blob,

and blew out the end of the hull.

That's right. And that tracks with the burn on his hand

and the molten substance on the hull of his ship.

Mm-hmm.

But that also means it could travel as an aerosol.

Wait. That means there's a chance we're all infected.

If it's aerosolized, yes.

But there's a separate neural signal

out of phase with Morris's.

It's-- it's tapped into his nervous system.

That tracks with a charged particle, but a unique one.

One that can transmit information electrically.

Crypto-cytosine is a rare proto-form.

Okay. Give me the worst case rapid-spread scenario.

The DoD needs to be ready.

We need to evacuate all humans in a six-mile area.

After that, it becomes a statewide

then nationwide emergency.

That may not be enough.

I mean, the only other time

that a life form possessed a crypto-cytosine base

was from the Pandora incident.

Yeah, but that doesn't make any sense

because cytosine is a protein

that is in most species on Earth.

No. Crypto-cytosine. It's the base of life forms

with a decentralized consciousness,

or a mind that lives among multiple bodies.

Like the life form from Pandora.

Gene...

Morris deceived us to land here.

MCORP pilots have spotless records.

And he, or it, rather, wanted to infect

the nearest military base and weaken our defenses first.

I am starting to think that PX1 used to go by a different name.

Well, then we do what your grandfather did.

We hit it with massive doses of sodium chloride.

Wait. You're okay, Gene.

You have awakened us.

-Soon you will be defenseless. -It's locked!

Our power grows,

and you will see how it turns your world

to fire and ashes.

Soon you will see.

Soon you...

He's gone.

Level 9! Level 9!

Scramble all fleets! Incoming North/Northeast!

UAPs inbound!

Let's go. Let's get to the tarmac.

Scramble the fighters.

We'll hit the armory on the way out.

We need high-capacity rifles and grenades to atomize

any other plasma spheres.

Go, go!

Black, get to the ship!

Use it to take out as many as you can.

Okay.

You two, with me, let's go.

Ah!

Morales! Get up, soldier.

Come on, get up.

Make sure the squad hasn't taken off yet.

They'll be wheels up in less than a minute.

Hey. Incoming!

-I'm out of ammo! -Keep firing.

I'm out.

Zero damage. Let's hit it with grenades!

Three, two, one!

Damn it.

Oh. Let's go, let's go! Move it!

Launch sequence initiated.

Okay. Here we go.

Black, we're out of ammo!

Get to launch pad west, now!

Okay. I'm on my way.

Lieutenant Briggs, what's the status report on

our Space Force in New Mexico?

We've lost all contact, sir.

Their last transmission reported flaming spheres

with lethal force attacking their grounded spacecraft.

Satellites show one launch pad remaining on the western side.

General Watts, our laser artillery

is tracking an unidentified craft

at 100,000 feet, 40 degrees northwest

and descending rapidly on the Septagon.

Has our reconnaissance craft made contact?

Yes, sir. They're identical to the ones in New Mexico.

They just fired on our craft.

Okay, prioritize neutralizing objects below the mesosphere.

If we don't erase this threat, D.C. will be next.

Yes, sir.

Orbital intel, render all objects below 200,000 feet.

General, lidar volumetrics show that the objects

have almost no mass,

but carry a powerful electrical charge.

Set the laser cannons to full capacity.

Scramble all assets in New Mexico

to defend the Space Force base, now.

-Yes, sir. -Sir, incoming.

30,000 feet headed directly to us.

Fifty objects, tight formations,

spherical shape and extremely bright signatures.

Open fire! Maximum power!

Engage!

Zone 2, Delta 1-9, and...

Fire.

Direct hits for 4, 9, 20.

Every kill accounted for, sir. We got all of them.

Good deal.

Hit it. Hit it.

Flemming, I just encountered a massive power fluctuation.

Do you have any visual on what could have caused it?

The com on my uniform almost blew out.

No visual. Black, they're closing in!

You gotta be quick!

Kira, what was that power surge?

European alliance reports they tracked a powerful

radio signal from coordinates

34.4, 198, Vector 70,

near Saturn, directly to Space Force New Mexico.

That can't be right.

Those are coordinates for the moon Pandora.

That moon is a no-fly zone.

Negative, sir. They're coordinates to PX1.

That surge nearly took down all of our power grids.

Our testing with MCORP data cloud showed it would

accelerate our capacity, not slow it down.

Is our sync to MCORP data cloud holding?

Yes, sir. The data is consistent.

PX1 was the departure point of the MCORP ship

that landed in New Mexico today.

Something's off.

Make sure there are no disruptions

to communication to our forces in the field.

And compare those coordinates to Pandora's.

Sir, EU's orbital observatories

report unusual activity on PX1's surface.

A protrusion has emerged on the solar facing side.

What is Ian Mather's ETA?

His drone just touched down, sir.

He says him and his team are streaming

a diagnostic of PX1 as we speak.

Sir, New Delhi reports spherical objects entering

the atmosphere like the ones in New Mexico today.

We also have sightings in Egypt, Tokyo, and Reykjavik.

This is a global threat now.

Sir, should we pull back to Doomsday Bunker Zero?

No. Retreating to the bunker is our very last resort.

Briggs, a Level 5 Doomsday protocol.

We remain here fighting until we have no choice.

For now, you tell them

evac the President to the bunker as a precaution.

Come on, let's go!

There's one trying to engulf the ship.

It's literally eating through the windshield.

Come on!

Find a way to repel it.

The de-icing agent, it has sodium chloride in it.

Shoot. No effect.

They're closing in on us!

I'm gonna override the de-icing pump to explode the container.

Windshield's clear. I see you.

General Watts, apologies.

My flight was, to say the least, harrowing.

Our bioweapons specialist is pinned down under

heavy fire in New Mexico.

I'm sorry to hear that.

We streamed in the real-time diagnostics for you, sir.

And there are glitches in the data sync that did not occur

when you and I visited there last week.

Sir, an additional swarm of orbs

just joined the others in the airspace.

Copy, Lieutenant Kira.

Have the Pacific Carriers scramble

added air support immediately.

My team will run a trace.

We'll correct those glitches immediately, General.

Look. The EU's orbital observatories

report swelling on PX1's solar side.

That was moments after a powerful radio signal

transmitted from PX1 to a New Mexico base.

We haven't encountered anything like that

in our mining operations.

Sir, all nuclear capable countries

are requesting we coordinate a nuclear strike.

On the ground or in orbit?

On PX1, sir.

Sir, before you consider a nuclear strike,

I'd like to show you our topology report.

Go ahead. Bring it up.

So, right now the protrusion has a base

of five square miles and an elevation of 1600 meters.

And it's expanding at a rate of 120 cubic meters per hour.

So pressure is building up inside of the mass.

Exactly. And it's pointing directly at Earth.

So we don't know what a nuclear explosion might trigger.

Briggs, tell them to hold their fire.

There may be catastrophic collateral damage.

Yes, sir.

-Kira. -Sir.

Kira, direct all Nova forecast craft

from our other bases to a position

above PX1, escorted by half the Space Force, okay?

Have them use their cloaking devices.

But before they depart,

have commandos bring the Septagon's biolab equipment

to the lead ship.

Yes, sir.

I suspect Erin Black will need it.

Show me the element profile.

We have conducted a comprehensive

element profile free of the data cloud, sir.

And that should be transmitted momentarily

to all military units.

Okay, what's the status of our signal to the Armed Forces?

The electrical surge disrupted the data cloud to all units.

Army, Air Force and Navy are back online,

but we're still working on Space Force, sir.

Get it done.

We need Erin Black's input.

Better late than never, Black.

Did you think I'd leave you behind?

Let's go, Captain.

I'm opening the underside hatch.

The hatch is damaged. It's not opening all the way!

I'm revving the servos, but they won't budge.

I think I can see the manual override. Stand by.

Go.

Come on!

Come on, come on.

Okay. The servos are shorting out.

You're gonna have to hold it open to get them inside.

Morales, let's go. It's not opening.

Go. I'll cover you.

Get up there.

We've been hit. I'm trying to hold it steady,

but you might have to jump.

-Dean, let's go! -Dean, come on!

-Come on, Dean. -Dean, run.

-Jump! Come on. You got this. -Let's go. Let's go. Move it.

Come on.

Ah!

Let's go! Run!

-Come on! -Come on!

Come on.

Go!

-Let's go! -Dean, come on!

Come on!

Ah!

No, Dean! Dean! No, Dean!

Black. Come in.

Flemming.

Get us outta here.

No!

You'll get the rest of us killed!

Hey, keep it shut!

No! I could have saved him, Captain.

I know, soldier. I know. I know.

I could've saved him.

It's okay. It's okay.

Hey. Nova Force.

Hey, hey!

We don't stop. We don't surrender.

We don't quit. Right? Say it back.

We don't stop. We don't-- We don't surrender, and we--

We don't quit.

That's right. That's right.

Captain, what's the status on the evac?

We lost Dean.

Oh my God.

I'm so sorry.

We don't quit, Black.

We don't surrender. We don't stop.

Hey.

I have a dispatch alert.

General Watts, go for Erin Black.

Officer Black, I see the base is taking heavy casualties.

It's a relief to see you airborne.

What's the status update?

General, this life form is nearly identical

to the one from the Pandora incident.

However, this time

sodium chloride seems to have no effect.

We do have some tactical intel, however.

The MCORP pilot warned of a growing force

that they were going to use to blow up the Earth.

He also mentioned that they were going

to render us defenseless before that happens.

If this enemy is as sentient as you described,

then their strategy is clear.

They say break our defenses so we're helpless

against a larger weapon. That's all there is to it.

Hello, Officer Black, this is Ian Mather of MCORP.

Can you tell me how this lifeform

is almost identical to Pandora's?

Yeah. It has a crypto-cytosine base,

but this is an evolved variant.

I need time to figure out its weakness.

Officer Black, the situation has escalated

exponentially since the attack began.

It is now worldwide.

Our latest intel may shed some light on the pilot's warning.

His warning was there's a dangerous anomaly

forming on the surface of that moon.

Something that could pose a threat to the Earth. Ian?

You should see it on your flight consoles now.

It's a pressurized mass underneath the surface,

really like a volcano.

I see its element profile here,

but it certainly isn't magma.

This is an organic composition matching the composition

that infected the pilot and the same one

from the Pandora incident.

This isn't a volcano, General.

It's forming a giant fully conscious spore.

I'm sorry. I--

General, my ship's system is malfunctioning.

Negative. Our sync with MCORP data cloud was

delayed by the power surge, but it's now complete.

Hello, Officer Black, General Watts.

Oh, that's Cyrus. That's our AI.

Part of Space Force Systems now.

It does everything. Navigation, threat matrices,

even the ship's repair drone.

Well, we generally reserve network wide AIs

for unmanned combat crafts, but thank you.

Cyrus, I need a projected completion time for a bioweapon

that will wipe out all traces of this life form.

Given the element profile and your expertise,

in ideal conditions, it should take precisely four hours.

Four hours, okay.

We could be to Saturn in 30 minutes

given our nuclear engines.

We could save half an hour if we do it while we drive.

Cyrus, how much energy is stored in this anomaly?

12 million megatons,

with surface elasticity of 92 giga-pascals.

General, MCORP shows the spore expanding

at 120 cubic meters per hour.

At that rate, it will erupt in three hours.

And when it does, it will fire

a superheated membrane at the Earth.

A membrane?

What will it do?

Suffocate us. Eat us.

Basically kill us all.

This membrane?

It's all one organism.

One hungry alien.

Can we attack from the air?

Every part of this is sentient. Even the spores.

Come on, that's impossible.

So if we attempt an orbital strike,

the spore might erupt at the Earth in self defense?

Am I right about that?

I think that's correct.

And once we reach PX1, a swarm of plasma spheres

will very likely attack us if we're detected.

This bioweapon needs to be delivered

in a stealth mission on the ground.

And you're certain of this?

Because our fastest option is to strike from the Earth

or from the moon's orbit.

If we learned anything from what happened before on Pandora,

we know that this lifeforce will defend itself

with every part of its being.

But its interconnectedness is both a strength

and its greatest weakness.

Right now, it's putting the majority

of its energy into that spore.

You're making a really big assumption here.

So if you destroy that spore,

then you destroy the rest of the life form,

no matter where it is.

Am I right about that?

Yeah. My grandfather did it before, General.

I can do it again.

A covert ground strike it is then.

Officer Black, do whatever you have to do

to develop your bioweapon.

The Nova Force fleet was ordered to make a cloaked approach

to evade detection.

The Septagon's bioweapons will also be there when you arrive.

MCORP also has a stash of plutonium substrate

left over if you need any additional fuel, okay?

We'll send a team to the surface ahead of your arrival

to shield you at all costs.

-Are you with me? -Yes.

General Watts, Officer Black, I am telling you,

do not neutralize that spore.

This is a living volcano about to spray

a planet-sized amoeba that will destroy the Earth.

What is wrong with you?

Sir, four surviving Nova Force craft

and 380 Space Force just arrived,

cloaked in orbit inside of a debris field near PX1.

Okay, good. What about the rest of Space Force defending Earth?

We lost 61 percent our fleet, sir.

General, I compared coordinates for PX1

and Pandora multiple times.

PX1's coordinates and Pandora's are identical,

but Pandora has been scrubbed from the system, sir.

Why has Pandora been replaced by a moon called PX1?

General, do not attempt to destroy anything on that moon.

I'm telling you.

Mr. Mather, we are detaining you in

the doomsday bunker right now.

Get him out of here.

-Why? For trying to save-- -Get him out of here.

General!

Erin Black, you have three hours

and the DoD's full resources

to reach Pandora and destroy this enemy

without triggering the spores explosion in the process.

Earth's survival depends on it.

The wounds are. superficial.

No harm to arteries, internal organs.

Captain, I told you, it's just shrapnel.

The sphere exploded, making contact with the shrapnel.

The shrapnel pierced your skin so you could be infected,

and we just don't know it.

But thankfully you're not displaying any outward symptoms.

Secure your suit and put your helmet on

to limit our exposure, okay?

Cyrus, what's our damage assessment?

Payload remaining, 40 percent. Fuel, 89 percent.

Damaged underside hatch with a minor leak.

We are losing O2 at a rate of .4 psi per minute.

There is also a small breach in the proton filtration line

in the cockpit.

Release the repair drone and have it seal the door,

and then have it seal the filtration line.

That drone is not accessible to me, Officer Black.

It has been modified and now considered contraband.

Cyrus, direct all reserve power to

hold the door closed as tightly as possible.

Directing reserve power.

We better check that filtration line.

We're messing with some highly radioactive stuff.

There's a Geiger counter in the slot

on the left side of the drone.

-Will you hand it to me? -Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

80 cpm. Radioactive, but nothing that'll hurt us.

So you modified another in-flight drone.

That's why the AI didn't recognize it.

No, it doesn't recognize it because I was forced

to use old spare parts.

But I did add a new Geiger counter

and a pathogen detector, so--

That's impressive, Black.

Captain, can you place this sample inside

the temperature-controlled compartment on the side?

You can press the red button, it'll give reading.

Okay.

I think there's already one in here.

Oh, let me see.

That slime mold is destroyed.

I should have updated my specimens.

Looks just like a dead leaf.

-Should we just throw it out? -No. No, don't waste it.

Captain, can you put in the other specimen port?

Mm-hmm.

I still don't get it.

So, on the initial incident on Pandora,

this thing controlled water.

Right? Now it controls fire.

So are we dealing with a completely different life form?

Not exactly. Here, watch this.

See that? Bubbles in water.

That's gas trapped inside liquid.

A simple membrane of sorts.

But now watch this.

See, it's not just a membrane.

It's alive. Self healing.

And inside this membrane, plasma.

An energized bubble of matter,

normally wild and uncontrollable, is held stable,

exhibiting unprecedented level of confinement

unlike anything we've ever seen.

It's like a living trap for fire.

Exactly.

Both the water-controlling life and the fire-controlling life

use this membrane.

A living container built on that same crypto-cytosine base.

It adapts to whole different states.

Gas bubbles in water, plasma bubbles in air,

but it's basically the same principle.

So it's not the element that defines the life form,

it's the membrane controlling it.

Right. The membrane is the key.

That's what lets these creatures survive and manipulate

radically different forces, because it's alive.

It's flexible and powerful.

T-minus six minutes.

I thought I said in the safe in the barracks, Black.

When on earth would I have been able to do that?

Anything we could use on it?

No. I just wish I could access it.

It's a century old.

I've taken it to multiple tech departments over the years

and no one can read it.

Command's coordinates have the fleet staged

in the debris field inside Saturn's outermost ring.

Okay. We have two hours and 29 minutes

before the spore explodes.

Any progress on the weapon?

Possibly, but I can't test any hypotheses

until we're on the bio lab at the Nova Force Base.

I do know we're going to need to deliver it

close range on the surface,

leaving almost no margin for error.

But if we pierce it, wouldn't that just cause an eruption?

It will, but the bioweapon will disperse it

instead of the spore preemptively exploding at us.

And the blast radius should only be about a half mile or so.

So once we fire the missile--

We are going to need to evac instantly.

-Roger that. -Mm-hmm.

Then that's what'll happen, then.

Sooner it's done, the sooner we can go home.

My sister's due any day now

and I want to meet my new nephew.

No way, Captain.

Soon we're gonna have to call you Uncle Flemming.

Yeah, I got a son and daughter back home.

Okay, hold on.

How is this the first time I'm hearing about this?

Officer Black, what about you?

I want this bioweapon finished.

Hey, Black, I'm curious.

Why did you want to join Nova Force so badly?

My grandfather wanted to join, but he was killed.

My mother used to always quote him when I was growing up.

"Don't judge surface appearance unless it's a protein."

He and my mom wanted to make Nova Force more than anything,

but they were killed in battle after I was born.

So I thought maybe I'd be the one, you know?

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

-I got your six, Black. -Thank you.

Okay, we're about to join the fleet.

I'm going to send a non-euclidean post

to the Septagon confirming our arrival.

It's non-radio signal, so it should just be read

as background noise for the enemy.

Cyrus, can you give me a summary of Nova Force

in orbit near Pandora?

There are three craft from D .C.

Destroyer 21 is in orbit with two Nova Force aboard.

Destroyer 4 has already landed on the surface

carrying three Nova Force and Septagon's bioweapons lab.

Okay. So we're down from 30 Nova Force to eight.

That means we lost five in D.C., seven in New Mexico, ten in--

I guess God knows where. At least we still have--

We still have explosive ops, plasma, infantry and bioweapons.

Hopefully.

T-minus five minutes to PX1 orbital zone.

Cyrus, initiate cloaking device.

Electromagnetic and thermal exhaust, silent.

Ambient radiation, silent,

and retrograde thrusters 20 percent.

20 percent, copy.

And entering the debris field.

Okay. I'm pinging the Septagon now.

Non-euclidean transmission

and initiating cloaked communication.

Destroyer 21, this is Captain Flemming.

Come in 21.

Destroyer 21, this is Captain Flemming.

Come in 21.

Is the pulse blocking your communication?

Incoming message from Captain Grieger,

21, Nova Force.

He says "welcome to the party."

Grieger, any new intel from the DoD?

He says forces from the other countries

have been wiped out. Either that or they mutinied.

It's just us now, Captain.

Mm-hmm. What about the situation on the ground?

He says Nova Force commandos are on the surface,

maximum stealth, two miles east of the target.

So, if we wanna defuse this bomb

bioweapons is tip of the spear.

Well, Officer Erin Black

will be joining the rest of us on the team.

He says, "Also check out what's casing us port side,

83 degrees, negative Y."

No way, Captain.

They're waiting for us.

They're literally guarding the perimeter.

Normally, I'd say just go for it

with the amount of firepower we have,

but after what we just dealt with on Earth,

and with the team so vulnerable down there,

I don't want to provoke another attack.

Paris has fallen, sir.

Tokyo has fallen. Berlin has fallen.

No response from Moscow or Mexico City.

Briggs, can you establish

an independent firewall in the sync

between MCORP's intel stream and our own?

Negative, sir. MCORP has orbital satellites

throughout the solar system.

If we put up a firewall screening,

their intel will slow our reaction.

Don't put up a firewall. Not yet.

Time remaining for eruption?

Two hours, 18 minutes, sir.

I made the mistake of sacrificing accuracy

for efficiency, Lieutenant. Trust for verification.

Yes, sir.

We use their satellites but in the meantime,

keep scanning MCORP's entire network for inconsistencies.

There's bound to be many.

You're gonna be traveling fast and light.

These contain shrapnel grenades and EMP pulse charges.

Both of these can be fired long distance with a propulsion gun.

Captain, these are all fully loaded.

Message from Captain Grieger.

Something's coming up from the moon, and it's big.

It has metallic coating.

It's looking for us.

The entire fleet arrived cloaked.

Transmissions, exteriors, networking, everything.

Well, then...

something made it start searching.

It opened fire!

Evasive maneuvers!

They're anticipating our every move.

Something's wrong.

Officer Black, our ship must be destroyed.

Grab your helmets and give me a hand.

Doesn't that operate the hatch?

Yep. Hold on to these.

Officer Black, there is nothing you can do to stop us.

Why didn't that work?

Officer Black, you cannot override the system--

What are you doing?

Hold on to something.

Sorry, Cyrus. We'll clean this up later.

Captain, most of the fleet's gone.

The rest are just covered in those orbs, controlled by them.

We're the last ones left.

No, we still have a team on the surface.

They were ordered to execute stealth protocol.

The ship's probably powered down.

I don't think they're gonna move until we get there.

Black, good call on taking the AI offline

and powering down the ship.

They're gonna find us again, though.

Eventually.

Yeah. I also don't like the fact

we're starting to burn through oxygen so early.

That organism took control of Morris's electrochemistry,

and now it took control of our electrical network.

But how do we know that it wasn't

Mather's AI Programming that took control of the ship

and that instead, it was the organism?

His entire livelihood depends on Earth still existing.

So, regardless, we need to keep that AI powered down.

And our job gets a lot harder if we don't make it

to that bioweapons lab.

Okay, we need to know how it detected our fleet.

You said its consciousness is decentralized.

But if someone's nervous system

is infected by the enemy,

does it know what the infected person knows?

Yes. Yeah, that's what happened

on the Pandora incident, and with Morris.

It tapped into his knowledge of our protocol

to convince the tower to let him land.

But Morris was patient zero.

And the only people to deal with him were us and Quint.

And he was killed.

So then there's a chance that one of us

is still infected with nanoparticles

that's drawing the organism to us.

-Morales. -Don't look at me like that.

My pupils look nothing like his.

Yeah, but we have no idea how long this organism

takes to infect the nervous system.

But-- no.

No outward symptoms.

What's the ETA on the eruption?

One hour and 58 minutes.

Until what?

Well, until containment fails

and that organism either explodes

or it triggers the event.

-Eruptions and earthquakes? -All of it.

End of our world.

End of the Earth.

Okay. So we can't stay here.

Those spheres will find us eventually.

We can't do a crash landing

because it's just going to kill us on impact.

Pandora's gravity is only about

80 percent of Earth's moon.

So crash landing is a better option than falling

and only protected by spacesuits.

It's the better of two bad options.

We need a third option.

I mean, this ship is full of trace organics, fuel, missiles.

Officer Black, if you're thinking about

attacking from up here with purely analog weapons,

we're gonna be dead in no time.

No, no, no, not at all.

But if we are stranded up here

and we can't get down there,

we need to figure out something to do,

anything, to either stop that thing

or at least slow it down.

And I still don't like that

we're burning the oxygen in our suits.

Yeah.

-I'm at 84 percent. -85.

Good.

My grandfather knew what something like this

was made of and how to destroy it.

I mean, he killed it with something as simple

as sodium chloride, table salt.

They're still patrolling.

We're just a floating piece of debris for them now,

but we're gonna have to keep it that way.

I thought you used a saline solution earlier.

The deicing agent from the ship that had zero effect.

Yeah, but I think that whatever we use

to destroy this could be just as simple.

Uh-huh.

The only way to access that drive

is to have it interface with other technology.

Morales, there's absolutely no way

we are turning that AI back on.

It literally just steered us directly into enemy fire.

I understand, but that technology is the only way

we can access that drive.

We're in a firefight on the edge of a cliff,

and the only thing we can do is fight or jump.

What's the ETA on the eruption?

One hour, 42 minutes, sir.

Sir, we lost all communication to Space Force Fleet.

Our observatory reports radio silence

from our surface team and Erin Black's team.

All right, Kira, get me a diagnostic.

I can't, sir.

The entire system is flooded with broken code.

Sir, the malevolent code is locking the system

and taking over portions of our network.

It could completely paralyze our operations, sir.

General Watts, you have awakened us.

You should not have awakened us.

Our main ventilation. Sir, the enemy redirected our exhaust

from the building's power plant down

into our primary air supply.

Kira, kill the circuit in the command center.

Literally cut the wire!

The box just locked itself in high security mode.

Do not attempt to interfere.

Soon your world will be blown to fire and ash.

Here, pry it open with this.

Kira, cover these vents.

You have awakened us.

You should not have awakened us.

Sir, we're cut off from all global communication now.

All other systems are still under Cyrus's control.

No, the base isn't under the AI's control.

The AI is under life form's control.

Sir, we could isolate communications

via analog signal.

I can go to the tech storage and retrieve old ham radios.

I believe that tech R&D modified them.

Do it.

In the meantime, let's devise a way to

access our database without dealing with the AI.

Briggs, shut down that tablet.

Sir, look at this.

The system on my tablet is still intact.

No glitches, no broken code.

It must have tapped out of our network without a problem.

Or something kept it from being compromised.

-Did you modify it? -No, sir.

I had that smoke detector on top of it.

Okay. Crack open the smoke detector.

See if there's any insulating material in there we can use,

something that repelled the attack.

I don't think our radio signals were enough to draw them here.

Something's off.

Morales.

What? You still think I'm infected?

We had a full fleet

that arrived untouched and cloaked!

They were using basic contact for hours!

Soon as we arrive, we have one person

who has an open wound from the enemy.

-That's you. -But look at my pupils!

Guys, we are literally in a floating coffin

if we do not evac this ship now.

How strong is the drone's propulsion?

Not strong enough to get us all the way down,

but if we get closer, it could break our fall.

So to get closer, we just pop a fuel cell and light it up.

It'll push us in the right direction, right?

No, that is way too risky.

It will spray fuel all over the ship and blow us up.

Flemming's right. We need to get out of here fast.

We need a strong propulsion.

Wait.

Cyrus reported that we had 40 percent

of our payload left, right?

Uh-huh.

So what about the ship's missiles?

We can't use them to fire on the spheres, okay?

Without them, we're just locked in place.

Wait, wait. Guys, guys.

We're facing dead center at the moon.

We can use the missiles to propel us a bit closer

and then bail out the side before impact.

We'll be there in 30 seconds.

Captain?

-Captain? -Grab the drone.

Let's get to the missile chamber.

There's a firing pin that triggers the ignition.

We need to remove the safety and release them all at once.

Or else the ship is gonna spin out of control.

-Ready? -Ready.

Okay. Three, Two...

Pop the hatch.

Okay. Wait for the next rotation.

There it is! Go!

Black?

Black!

Black, Black, Black.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, look at me.

Look at me, Black. Hey!

Hey.

Hey, come on, look at me. We gotta get Flemming.

Come on, get up.

Why is your hand shaking?

Hey, don't worry about it, okay?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Are you, you good? How's the head injury?

Look at me.

As long as I do not throw up in my helmet,

I'm going to be okay.

I've been knocked out before.

Combat training?

No, some guy in a bar, goofy looking like you.

Give me a hand.

Yeah.

Come on. You're fine.

Ooh... Okay.

How much time do we have?

One hour and 17 minutes.

Ugh... I think they're gone.

All right. Come on, Black.

Flemming, on three.

You ready? One, two, three.

Again, again, again.

One, two, three.

I'm going back on ship. I'm getting a welding torch.

No. This thing could explode at any moment.

We gotta get him out of here.

No. I already lost Dean. I'm not losing Flemming.

We gotta take that damn thing out

before it gets possessed like our ship.

No, no, no.

Do you remember what Cyrus said?

It couldn't read it because it saw it as contraband.

So the drone is safe, I think.

Plus this thing has a cutting torch.

Oh, God. I'm sorry I doubted you, Black.

You should be.

Wow, Black.

This place is actually kind of beautiful.

I mean, despite our current situation.

Yeah. Imagine what it must have looked like

before the mining company started clear cutting.

Yeah.

Damage assessment?

We got a cracked camera lens.

The radio messaging system shorted out,

but other than that, we are all good.

This thing is remotely operated,

but we can't risk them seeing us.

So we might as well put the information in manually.

Doesn't even matter, Black.

Sooner or later those things

are gonna find our burning ship, and then us.

You armed it too?

Just in case of emergencies.

God, why did I doubt you, Black?

I'm gonna check your suit for any damage.

It's self-healing. It's nanopolymer.

Oh-- I think my ribs are broken.

I think it's a compound fracture.

Hold on.

I'm gonna give you a full dose of this, okay?

Zonoepinephrine.

Looks like Uncle Flemming won't be feeling anything for a month.

Where's our search-and-rescue detail?

That's a good point.

A fleet of Nova Force commandos

should have met us when we crashed.

Captain Grieger reported...

...that they landed two miles east of the target.

The dried up riverbed runs east to west

so if we follow that we should be able

to find their landing zone.

Let's go.

Look, there's a part of the destroyer.

Where's the rest of it?

You remember those new metallic looking orbs

-that shot up from Pandora? -Mm-hmm.

You think it's possible that they--

That they, like, melted down the entire ship,

using it as some giant metallic ore?

I mean, we've seen them engulf an entire ship,

vaporizing them, so--

Okay. So, no bio lab.

And we still don't know where the rest of the team are.

Think it's clear.

Maybe if we radio the Septagon there's a way.

No. We can't reach out to the DoD, okay?

What-- what if the enemy detects us?

Maybe there's a way we can rig an analog system...

out of the crash site.

Yeah, and double back?

Great idea, Captain. Let's just waste more time.

Hey, stand down, Morales.

Black, time, resources, abilities.

We have 56 minutes. We keep moving toward the spore.

If we don't destroy it, then Earth is done for.

I'll scavenge compounds from the missing ship.

Hydrogen canisters, coolant, whatever we can find.

Okay, let's keep moving forward.

Yes, sir.

We're gonna stick to the tree lines.

And if we run into the rest of the fleet, it's only gonna help.

Briggs, what have you found so far?

Aside from its log, network circuitry,

the detector trips once this tiny chip overloads.

What's in the chip?

Actinium D5, sir.

That's radioactive.

The organism is repelled by radioactivity.

But aren't our ships powered by uranium, sir?

How could the spheres attack them?

Because we coat our fuel cells in lead.

We need to relay this to the team on Pandora ASAP.

Where is Kira with those radios?

What's happening?

-General. -Briggs?

Briggs, help me cut the power.

General, I have a diplomatic solution,

not a military solution.

It involves allowing this organism to flourish,

even at great cost.

General, your defenses here have been eliminated.

We will leave your world in ashes.

These spheres will cut through this facility

like a scythe through grass.

We need to get to Doomsday Bunker Zero now.

Do you hear me? Back up.

Whoa. Look at that fleet.

Look at their trajectory.

They're headed straight to Earth.

Something must have called them back.

Maybe this time they won't be as nice as Morris's ship.

Instead of infecting everyone,

they could just use them as guided missiles.

There's at least 500 million megatons

of nuclear power in those fleets.

And if those spheres still trying

to neutralize Earth's defenses,

it's gonna cut their time in half.

General Watts is ready for a spore strike.

But by the time that any kind of observatory

were to pick up a nuclear strike,

it's gonna be too late even if we do stop that spore.

I know we're running out of time here,

but we need to buy them time back on Earth.

100 percent.

We need to find some transmitters now.

What about the drone?

I told you, it shorted out on impact.

Doesn't even matter.

If we send that signal,

they're gonna find us right after.

Since we can't use the drone as a weapon,

maybe we can use it as a distraction.

We'll alert General Watts

that we no longer have any bioweapons.

And see if he can send a ship,

any ship, with any type of bioweapon, ASAP.

Okay, let's grab any comtech we can salvage from the Destroyer.

Let's go.

Found a satellite dish.

I found a signal repeater.

That's literally blasted to smithereens.

-Okay, keep looking. -I found half a missile.

Then there's a navigation system in this.

Okay.

I'm gonna go look for a radio transmitter.

Wait, wait. Right here.

No. That barely has five watts.

We're gonna need a nuclear power plant

if we want to send a clear signal to Earth.

Okay, what about an EMP?

Smart.

All right, you set the charge,

put the message to text and loop it.

Okay, then we let that signal fly

and get as far away as possible.

It's gonna reach Earth in a few minutes.

Let's do it.

Set.

Shield detect on your suit as you go.

Still have telemetry?

Yeah, I'm all good.

It looks like it short circuited my wrist console.

But I'm still intact.

Okay. We gotta keep moving.

Let's go.

Get up there.

We have total control

of your weapons systems, General Watts.

Lieutenant Briggs, General Watts, sit down.

Briggs, don't sit.

You need to release my lieutenant

before this gets much, much worse for you, pal.

If you hurt her, you will not be leaving this bunker alive.

Yeah. And if they don't kill you, I will.

I know you're pissed.

I know you're doing what you swore an oath to do.

But this is going to be better.

Better for the world!

You let her go, and I might let you live.

Do it now.

Do you even know what neo-lithium is capable of?

It can power anything without being refined.

It converts into medicine.

It converts easily, effortlessly,

into raw materials.

And do you know what produces one million metric tons

of neo-lithium per day of its own free will?

The life form on Pandora, General.

So we must surrender now.

We must show them we're acting in good faith.

You want us to negotiate

with a seemingly unstoppable force

that wants to kill all of us?

Is that what you want?

Maybe a million people will die today

so a billion people can live in paradise tomorrow.

Which billions? Your kind, or ours?

Take that, bitch.

General, we have confirmation from

a holdout force in New Washington.

We have a sighting on incoming Space Force Fleet

armed to the teeth.

Okay. Have them contact the fleet

and direct it to attack any incoming spheres

around the Septagon.

That's what we need.

I have the old ham radios.

I believe that we can hardwire them

to the building's main repeater

and transmit them to Pandora.

Kira, wire up the radios.

Briggs, use that tablet to contact

all assets around the world still fighting.

They need to fire on our fleet before it can reach the Earth.

Guys, look. It's the drone.

Seems like it hasn't been completely destroyed by the EMP.

Nice.

Officer Black, radiation repels the organism.

Repeat. Radiation repels the organism.

I guess they received our transmission, then.

Radiation.

Yeah, radiation repels it. That's an access point.

I mean, I still need to be able to turn that into a kill shot.

General, we just received a delayed message

from the team on Pandora.

"Enemy has our ships as guided nukes inbound.

"Will destroy Earth. Bio Lab gone.

Black needs any ship anywhere to bring bioweapons."

We are facing nuclear annihilation.

They've commandeered our Space Force ships and

used our AI to cripple our defenses.

Even a fraction of that fleet has millions of megatons.

They'll kill everything on the planet before

the Pandora team can even stop them.

Recall the rest of the fleet and have them

combat the ships in our orbit.

Do you understand?

I can't, sir.

Our last satellite recon shows that the entire fleet

is either controlled by the enemy

or it's completely wiped out.

It's the spore. It's erupting.

How much time do we have?

Thirty-three minutes.

It's the diagnostic on your blood work, Morales.

My wounds were superficial.

Easy, Morales.

Captain, I'm okay.

Get down on the ground, Morales.

I said I'm fine.

Put the weapon down, Morales.

Guys, guys, guys. We're on the same team, okay?

I was fighting against them just--

Put your weapon on the ground, Morales.

Drop it.

Hey, we have bigger fish to fry, okay?

That alert means we're all running out of CO2.

I'm at 19 percent. You?

Yeah, I'm at 19 percent, too.

The spheres are attacking.

Open fire.

I don't have eyes.

Me either.

You got eyes?

Over there!

Come on. Let's move!

All right. He's around here somewhere.

-Okay, keep your eyes peeled. -Okay.

Morales, stand down.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Black... Black.

Erin. I'm losing control, okay?

-It's okay. -But-- but I can--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Morales, I'm going to put the gun down, okay?

-Captain-- -I put the gun down.

You put the knife down.

I can't. I-- I can't do that, Captain.

Have you got that, Lieutenant? Simple.

Nice and easy.

Gun down. Knife down.

Captain...

Okay. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I'm losing control. Captain, I can't.

Morales, Lieutenant, that's an order.

I've got a clear shot.

Okay. No, no, no, stop.

Stand down. That's an order.

Morales, you gotta fight this thing, okay?

No!

I'm sorry, Captain.

I'm sorry. He almost had me, Black.

I keep losing...

When they reach that door, do not stop firing.

No. No, Morales. Throw that knife away.

You know, it's actually--

it's actually not that bad, Black.

It's actually... kind of peaceful.

Stay with me a little bit longer.

Throw that knife away.

Black.

Watch as your world turns to fire and ash.

You soon will have the same fate as your grandfather.

I'm sorry, Captain.

You want to kill me?

Then fine.

Here I am. Come kill me.

You should not have awakened us.

Well, then go back to sleep.

Ah!

General, there's too many of them.

Keep firing!

Oh, no.

No, it's all right. You're still here.

You're still here. You're still here.

You're still here.

No way.

No way.

I mean, I knew the parts to build you were old,

but not that old.

This is Captain Black.

This message is for my daughter

and perhaps a future grandchild.

You need to know the truth.

When we returned from Pandora,

powerful forces aligned against us,

trying to revive that moon's lethal alien life.

By now you may have heard

that I was the one that saved the Earth.

That is a lie.

The real hero is a woman named Dr. Jennifer Ryan,

who was forced into hiding by corporate mercenaries.

Presented as a false hero and a scientific genius,

I acted as a decoy, drawing them away from her.

She entrusted me with the knowledge

that this life form can adhere to any state of matter.

As she often said, never judge anything by

its surface unless it's a protein.

The membrane can be crystallized at the atomic level.

But she just couldn't figure out--

They found me.

Whatever you do, don't let them--

No!

This slime mold isn't dried up.

It's crystallized from the radiation.

It's an access point.

No, no, no. No.

No, no!

No!

We are Nova Force.

We don't stop. We don't quit.

Come on. Come on, Black.

Okay. Okay.

Four minutes. Four minutes.

All right, let's go.

Fourteen seconds. Okay.

They did it?

General, they did it.

All the spaceships and missiles are blowing apart.

They're shattering like ice.

It's like they crystallized.

Commander, you're never gonna believe this.

Every single invader is blowing apart!

The whole area is blown out!

She did it.

Do we have any messages from Pandora?

Sir, our last observatory tells us that the moon

on Pandora has exploded.

There's no trace of it above Saturn, sir.

Then we lost her.

We owe her a debt of gratitude.

I wish I could have told her.

Told her what, sir?

That she is the most elite among them.

The most courageous soldier to ever be a part of the Force.

Ever.

Sir, wait.

Incoming over the Atlantic,

there's a soldier free falling to earth,

encased in some crystal.

It's her. It's Erin Black!

Erin...

Captain Erin Black,

the world owes you a debt of gratitude

that can never be truly repaid.

Your sense of honor, duty and commitment

and unmatched courage have shaken this solar system

and brought great dignity to all of humankind.

Humanity has never seen a day as fine as this one, Captain.

And we'd be honored if you'd accept this recognition

of all that you've done for us.

Thank you, sir.

I accept this for my mother and father.

And for my grandfather who made the ultimate sacrifice.

I'm the one who's grateful, General.

I truly am grateful.