All language subtitles for Battlestar Galactica 1978 S01E22 Experiment in Terra

We're heading directly into a war zone.

What happens to people on Terra
affects us as well as your people.

'You have got to help them.'

Unidentified flying craft
entered our airspace.

Stand by to launch all missiles.

Come in, Starbuck.

Computon readout shows them to be
armed devices of a nuclear type.

Come in, Viper 4.

It is now seven sectares
since the escape of our captives,

numbering amongst them
a group of nomen

and the dangerous soldiers
from the Eastern Alliance,

whose Destroyers cruise these skies

in search of any opposition
to their political will.

I have a recon patrol launched
to track the Destroyer

to its base on Lunar Seven.

Once located, we can assess
the strength of the Alliance

and determine our next step.

Commander, we have picked up
alien fighters tracking us.

- Apollo.
- I got 'em.

Blue Squadron, this is flight leader Apollo.

We now have the Destroyer
on scanner and will follow them.

But I do not - repeat, do not -
want that ship overtaken.

Starbuck, you move out on point.
Be careful. Stay out of their range.

The rest of us spread out
on either flank of that Destroyer.

- May I ask why?
- To increase our scanner range

in case they bring in more Destroyers
to catch us in a crossfire.

- Ouch.
- Yeah.

OK, Blue Squadron,
we know where target one is.

Look around and see if we can find
any more. We don't want any surprises.

What's that sound?

Oh! Ah!

Too loud!

Stop! I can't... Ahhh!

- 'Starbuck?'
- Yo.

- Is the Captain up there with you?
- No, he's back there with you.

- 'Uh-uh.'
- What do you mean?

He sent me to check out this Destroyer.

Then he divided the squadron.
He and I moved off together.

- Well?
- Then he vanished right off my screen.

Jolly, you close enough
to come up and take my place?

- I've got you on my scanner.
- Well, get up here fast.

- I'm moving up to join Boomer.
- Moving out.

Welcome back, Captain Apollo.

- Where am I?
- You remember.

- I'm not sure.
- That's to be expected.

Where's my ship?
I gotta get back there! Lives depend on it.

A lot more lives depend on
your not getting back to your ship.

- What?
- I think it's time you met someone.

Hello.

- Who are you?
- I'm sorry.

We must keep the amenities short.
Time is running out for us.

What are you talking about? Where am I?

Oh, yes, all recollection of your last visit
was blocked out, wasn't it?

Very well. You can call me John.

And to put it briefly, we're brothers.

- We're brothers?
- In a way, yes.

But we are several generations,
eons ahead of you.

- Then you can't be from Terra.
- Oh, no, no, no.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be
in so much trouble.

That's where you come in.
You have to help them.

- Me? Help them?
- And to help yourself.

Now you must move swiftly.

We will get you as close to Terra
as we can without causing complication.

And then the rest is up to you.

Wait, wait! Er, John!

John, what do you mean? Terra's far away.

The ship will be there before you know it.

- And then what?
- You must do your best to stop a war.

John, this is ridiculous.
You say you're eons ahead of me

and you want me to stop a war
on a planet I know nothing about?

- Why don't you stop it?
- Apollo...

I can't expect you to understand laws
that transcend you by many generations.

The simple truth is,
I cannot be seen by the people of Terra

outside the environment of this ship.

I have no physical body as you know it.

- What do you call that?
- A reflection of intelligence.

My spirit, if you will.

If you're so advanced,
why do you care about the people on Terra?

What happens to the people on Terra

can affect us as well
as you and your people.

But we're only in a position to advise.

Then do it. Advise them, advise me.
Tell me what's going on.

You'll find that out for yourself
as soon as you arrive on Terra.

In the meantime, let me counsel you

not to be alarmed if
the people you encounter

seem to think of you as someone they know.

How's that again?

You haven't time
to build up a credibility on Terra

so we're borrowing someone else's.

A warrior who's missing.

- Missing in combat, I think you call it.
- What happened to him?

He's being held captive on Lunar One.
He'll eventually escape.

Though I should mention
that he's a bit of a scoundrel.

But he's all we've got to work with.

So make allowances if you're not
the most popular man on Terra.

I'm dreaming all this.
I'm in my ship in a state of flight slumber

and when I wake up
I'll realise this was all a dream.

Excellent idea.

Wow. I'd better give up nightlife
or have my oxygen checked.

My uniform's turned white!

It wasn't a dream.

I got it. A long-range distress signal.
That's got to be Apollo.

There's no way he could have overflown
our scanners in the time he's been...

There it is. Boomer, good Lord.

It's coming from the wrong direction

and it must be beyond any chance
of having the fuel to get back.

Let's just pray that the fleet picks up
my beacon and follows me.

- Follows you? I'm coming with you.
- 'You can't.'

You have to take command.

Continue our primary mission.
Follow that Destroyer to Lunar Seven.

- We could lose both of you.
- He's one of my closest friends.

If he's in trouble then
I'm going to help him or die trying.

'I'll be seeing you.'

- 'Commander?'
- Colonel?

- 'You'd better come up to the bridge.'
- What is it?

'I haven't the slightest idea.
Certainly nothing that makes any sense.'

I'll kill him. I will kill him.

Not a word in six weeks
and he has the nerve to call me up

in the middle of the night
to come and pick him up!

Oh, man! Charlie Watts, when I find you,
I am going to kill you with my bare hands!

- Er, please don't be alarmed.
- Charlie!

- Charlie?
- It's like seeing a ghost!

That's entirely possible.

Oh, Charlie,
I thought you were dead.

I get this call in the middle of the night
to come pick you up.

I don't know.

Where'd you get that getup? You look
like you've been to a costume party.

- My ship crashed.
- Oh, Charlie.

You've been in the desert that long?

Where'd you find a phone?

- A phone?
- Are you sure you're all right?

- I'm very confused.
- I'm going to take you to a hospital.

No, look, is there someplace
more private we could go?

- I need to get my bearings.
- I think you need medical help.

I feel fine. I just need time to think.

What was your name?

- Amnesia.
- Amnesia, that's a pretty name.

- Do you know anybody named John?
- I'm going to get you some help.

No.

- Would you just do as I say?
- OK! OK.

We'll go to my apartment.

I need a drink.

This is nice.

Does everyone get one of these?

Charlie, have a heart.
We had something special once.

It wasn't exactly a one-night stand either.

- I don't look any different.
- No. No, you don't.

This doesn't make any sense.

I wonder what this Charlie Watts looks like?

- What did you say?
- Huh?

Oh, I was just talking to myself.

That's not a good sign, Charlie.

Look, Amnesia,

I'm going to have to level with you.

I know this is going to sound crazy at first

but I don't know what else to do.

You don't have to do anything.
I'm going to change my clothes...

You wouldn't do anything foolish,
would you?

- Like what?
- Like getting in touch with someone.

Wasn't I the one who was always honest
in our relationship?

You tell me.

You haven't changed.

I'll be right back.

You can't tell her the truth.

How did you get here?
You said you didn't have a body.

A reflection, remember?

What have you gotten me into?
Who is this Charlie Watts?

Someone whose identity
will get you inside the Precedium

with the truth about what's happening
on Lunar Seven and Paradeen.

'We'll get a team over as soon
as possible. Brenda, be careful.'

Don't worry, I will.

Look, John, you're going to have
to clear up a few things for me

because I don't know what's going on!

You know quite a lot. I can fill in a few gaps.

My face? How is it possible that
this Charlie Watts is an exact lookalike?

He isn't. They merely perceive you
to look like him.

Actually, he's quite an attractive fellow.

Very funny.
At least you have a sense of humour.

In my job dealing with
primitive cultures, it's a necessity.

Primitive?

Well, primitive or not, if I get the feeling
you're gonna leave me hanging,

I might tell them all about you.

Then see how far my story gets you.

Actually, I'm not merely
helping these people,

I'm also helping you and yours.

Then you'd better start levelling with me.

- I want to know exactly what's going on.
- I'm not sure I'm permitted to work that way.

I'm not going to cooperate
until I'm sure whose side you're on.

Charlie, I'm on your side, of course.

Explain your way out of this one, John.

John?

I guess that's better than Amnesia.

Welcome home, Charlie.

Her name is Brenda.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Look, er, Brenda...

you're gonna have to tell me
everything my friend here won't.

- Your friend?
- Yeah.

She can't see me, Apollo.

Only you can, and then only
in your protected state.

My protected state?

You presently enjoy a protecting white aura.

Let your uniform be your guide.

As soon as it returns to normal colour,

look out, you're in trouble.

Until then...

John! John, you...

Poor, Charlie. Honey, listen to me.

Whatever happens,
I want you to know that I still love you

and I want the very, very best of care for you.

Even if you did walk out on me
six weeks ago.

Who's that?

Charlie, don't be cruel.

You know my father's
been missing in action.

Maybe you don't know,
you've been away so long.

We haven't heard from him in four weeks.

I'm sorry.

What's that?

It's my regular dinner service.

I'm always too tired to cook
when I come home from work.

You know that.

Colonel...

Hold it right there.
Don't make us use force.

- Thanks, Brenda.
- Charlie...

I was thinking of you. You need help.

You need help - all of you.
That's why I'm here.

Don't make this any harder on me.
I want you to come with us - now.

Thanks, John.

Come visit me, if any of us are still around.

Good news, Colonel.
You're in excellent condition.

- Then I can go?
- After a brief observation.

Observation?

I feel fine. You said so yourself.
What's all this observation felgercarb?

Felgercarb?

- Guards.
- No, wait. You don't understand.

John, get me out of here
or I'll spill everything!

John?

Oh, by the way, Colonel,
if you're thinking about escaping...

Fun, huh?

John...

What am I supposed to do now?

Mr President.

How is this possible when I had your word
Charlie Watts was on Lunar One?

I don't know, Mr President, but since
the attack by the Eastern Alliance,

our information's been very sketchy.

Maybe he's escaped.

How? Everyone else on that planet
has been annihilated.

A fleet of Eastern Alliance Destroyers

obliterates everything
that traverses from Terra.

I don't know, sir, but he's here.

- Who else knows about it?
- Only a girl and my security guards.

- I'll see that she's handled.
- Good, good.

- I'm sorry, but it is necessary.
- Of course.

One more thing, Mr President.

Earlier this evening an unidentified
flying craft entered our airspace.

- An Eastern Alliance ship?
- I'm not sure.

Our interceptors tried to track it
but lost it on their radar.

It's probably an optical illusion
or flying fatigue.

The Precedium is so convinced there'll be
an attack, our boys are always in the air.

Ordinarily I would dismiss it too
but there's been another incident.

Another unidentified flying craft?

We lost it on our radar outside the city.

Our ground teams are searching for it now.

- Keep me informed.
- Mr President, about the Precedium.

Now might be the best time
to inform the Precedium

of the damage caused to our outpost
by the Eastern Alliance.

Mr Moore, if you do not want
to wind up in detention

with the rest of our disloyal officers,
you will respect my wishes.

I have no intention of allowing
those warmongers

to interfere with my peace treaty
with the Eastern Alliance.

My loyalty is beyond challenge.

Then help me!
Help me keep that band of warlords,

which calls itself a Precedium,
from hurtling us into an abyss

which will end all civilisation on this planet!

Yes, Mr President.

Yes, Tigh?

Emergency beacons from Vipers 4 and 2
are transmitting from this quadrant.

- That's a long way from Lunar Seven.
- Yes, sir.

If our geoscan is correct,
it's from somewhere near Terra.

That Eastern Alliance Destroyer
must've gone directly to Terra.

- I didn't think it had the speed.
- What's the patrol report?

They're out of range.

We can pick up their emergency beacon
but we can't communicate with them.

We'll never catch them
at the speed we're flying.

Put me on unicom, please.

- Unicom, Commander.
- Thank you.

People of the fleet,
this is Commander Adama.

'The Galactica
is temporarily leaving the fleet

'to meet with one of our long-range patrols.

'It is purely precautionary.'

Two full squadrons of vipers
will escort you to our rendezvous point.

Thank you. Unicom out.

Tigh, plot a course for Terra.

- What velocity, sir?
- Light speed.

Sir, it has been some time
since the Galactica...

- Light speed, Colonel.
- Yes, sir.

Apollo!

'This is Captain Apollo.

'Should any Galactica warrior
successfully track me,

'I have set out on foot for a large city.

'I will keep my personal communicator
on standby to act as a homing device.

'Be careful, I don't know
if we're in friendly or enemy territory.'

Holy frack!

Gentlemen, whoever or whatever flew
those craft in are not from Terra.

Their technology is too advanced.

Let's hope they've not been brought here
by the Eastern Alliance.

In my first contact with people
from Terra, my laser is set for stun.

That's close enough!

And lower your weapons.

- There are nine of us to one of him.
- That you can see.

Those ships appear to be single-man craft.

Even if you are two,
you're intruders into airspace

under the protection
of the People's Nationalist Force.

Surrender your weapon
and submit to interrogation

or I will have no choice
but to take you by force - dead or alive.

Men!

I sure hope I don't have
to pay for those machines.

'Apollo, if you can hear me,
I'm on my way.'

"I'm on my way, Apollo"?

Father! Oh, you're alive!

Father, what's been going on?
It's like everything's upside down on Terra.

Baby, I wish I could tell you.

But I'm afraid things
are even worse than we imagined.

What do you mean?

I'm sorry I had to leave without telling you

but I've been on a secret mission
for the Precedium.

It appears the President's
been lying to all of us.

But you were the closest of friends.

Once.

But now he's just a tired old man

who's so worn down by wars,

public opinion and God knows what else

that I'm afraid he's just cracked.

I can't believe that.

But the Precedium suspects
that the President's already surrendered

- every one of Terra's satellite planets.
- Father, that can't be true.

How could the President hope
to keep that from us?

Maybe he believes the alternative
to peace is not necessarily war.

That there's middle ground to be found with
those animals from the Eastern Alliance.

- Can you prove we've lost our satellites?
- No.

I couldn't even get to Lunar One because
of the Eastern Alliance Destroyers.

I don't know if this is important
but did you know Charlie's back?

Colonel Watts? What are you talking about?

He's here on Terra.
I picked him up just outside the city.

He had some story
about his plane crashing.

He was talking crazy. He wasn't himself.

Brenda, if he was back, the Precedium
would want to know immediately.

He was on Lunar One when it was attacked.

He'd be the proof I need
against the President's deception.

The government must know by now.

- I called security.
- What?

He wasn't making any sense.
He sounded delirious.

That call may have cost Charlie his life.

Brenda.

General Maxwell.

This is an unexpected pleasure.

- Charlie!
- General Maxwell.

- Stoney! How many are in here?
- I don't know, sir.

Probably everyone
who questioned the President.

Charlie, I'm sorry.
I thought I was doing the right thing.

- I know, but I'm not Charlie.
- You're what?

I'm not Charlie.

Look, I know I look like Charlie
but I'm not Charlie.

I'm from another galaxy.

- What'd they do to his head?
- I wish I knew.

Would you listen to me? I'm not crazy!

Hello.

You're not thinking of blasting your way
in and out of here, are you?

Who said that?

And now you can see me. And remember.

- The ship of lights.
- Precisely.

You're the one who brought Apollo here.
Where is he?

I'm afraid he's incarcerated - in there.

- I can take care of that.
- Just a moment.

You're not contemplating violence, are you?

Yes, unless you know a better way?

No, not in any way
that I would be permitted to use.

I am not allowed to interfere in any way.
It's a rotten job.

Then stand aside.
Or I'll walk right through you.

I know it's not our way.

It's the best I can do
with the material I have got.

They're primitives.

Uh-uh, you don't want to do that
or I'll do this to you.

Now drop them or I'll incinerate you.

Now move!

'Drop it or I'll incinerate you!'

Now, you're holding a man
here against his will,

a man dressed very much like I am.

- Apollo!
- I never thought I'd be so glad to see you.

No! Don't come near us
until they turn off the force field.

Come on. Quick!

Right in there. Move!

Let the others out too.
That's her father.

Who is this? You're dressed alike
and he called you Apollo.

You mean that crazy story
you told us is true?

If it was, maybe they can help us
stop the Eastern Alliance.

- No one can do that.
- Give us a chance.

- We've a lot of help on our side.
- Let's go.

Within one centare,
we'll be in striking range of Terra.

Do you wish to reduce speed?

No, continue at light speed.

The President'll be here in one hour.

He's going to call us liars.
We have no tangible proof.

I know. Look, whoever you are,

you're the only one who's been
on Paradeen and seen the holocaust.

How can you convince the Precedium
that the President lied to them?

- Where's John?
- I wouldn't expect much help from him.

He seems to help those
who help themselves.

- What about our ships?
- What kind of ships?

Vipers. Faster than anything you've got.

Advanced enough to prove
we're from another galaxy.

- You haven't got time to show them.
- Have you got a better idea?

- Who's he talking to?
- Look, we're here. That's a plus.

What else can we do, John?

Great! I'm challenging the President
in front of the Precedium

and my evidence is two men who talk
to someone who isn't here.

I told you.

Yeah, you told us, but you can't help us.
If someone can take me to my viper...

- Where is it?
- Next to yours.

I can take you there. I remember
where I picked up Charlie...Apollo.

General, we can't let them go.

They can't help us unless
they can prove they're from another galaxy.

Starbuck, get the Galactica to put on
some kind of show of strength.

- Maybe then they'll listen to us.
- What's the Galactica?

I'll explain later.
We'll be back within a centare.

I hope that's less than an hour.

She's quite right.

At this very moment, the Eastern Alliance
is planning a surprise attack.

It's the beginning of the end.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.

The Galactica needs time to get here,
even at light speed.

Your ships travel at the speed of light?

It won't be soon enough.
Look, I have it on the...

best authority the Eastern Alliance
is planning a surprise for you tonight.

How can you know that?
Unless you're working for them.

No. If he were, he wouldn't be warning us.

If this is their final strike,
they couldn't have timed it better.

They know the President's on the edge

and he can't contain the news
of what's happened.

Why can't we just throw everything
we've got at them on our own?

You can't do that, Stone.

That's what separates you
from the Eastern Alliance.

He's right. We've got to plan
what we're going to say to the Precedium.

We have to convince them
that your story's the truth.

Let's go.

It is decided.

A swift and decisive attack

by our forces this very night

will provide complete
annihilation of the Nationalists

and subject us
to acceptable losses in return.

All of our primary personnel
have already been escorted

into deep underground chambers

that are as safe as this war room.

- Shouldn't we warn the general population?
- No!

Overpopulation is one
of our most severe problems.

With the annihilation of
the Nationalists' entire populations,

combined with the loss of the
non-designated members of our Alliance,

an ideally-sized group of loyalists

will then be formed

which will supply population for our planet

and all of its satellites.

Well?

I know it's around here someplace.

Someplace?

Brenda, we don't have much time.

We got 30 minutes.

Even if I got back to my ship now, I couldn't
get back before the meeting started.

Is it my fault you lost your ship?

- You don't even believe it's out here.
- I don't know what to believe.

I am here to announce this night

a secret treaty

made with the Eastern Alliance,

whereby all hostilities will be halted!

A treaty with the Eastern Alliance?

- Has he lost his mind?
- Hasn't everybody in the past 24 hours?

Now before I ask for a formal vote,

I ask General Maxwell

if he would like to comment on my proposal.

He's boxed me in
and there's nothing I can say.

I can.

Starbuck, come in.

Come in, Starbuck.

If you can hear me,
I'll stall them as long as I can.

I will call upon a visitor to our nation,

a young man who has come from afar

to tell us that our predicament is not unique,

that once upon a time
there was another world,

very much like our own,

which ended as abruptly
as I believe ours is about to end now.

I give you Captain Apollo
of the Battlestar Galactica,

a ship from a world and a star system
far from our own.

- What kind of trick is this, General?
- Hear him out, Mr President.

If he makes a fool of me, you win.

The chair recognises Captain Apollo.

There was once, far across this universe,

a system of 12 planets

who had reached
a level of commerce and peace

unparalleled in our knowledge of man.

Stand by to launch all missiles.

We're within communications range,
Commander.

Try to contact Viper 4.

Look, enough's enough.
I'm going to turn around.

It has to be here. I couldn't
have walked any farther than...

There it is!

I don't believe it.

I came from a world
where the people believed

that the opposite of war was peace.

We found out the hard way
that the opposite of war

is more often slavery.

And that strength, strength alone,

can support freedom.

Launch!

I compliment you on your strategy, General.
It's very theatrical.

But considering
the implausibility of your guest

and the tangibility of my treaty,

forgive me if I'm not too concerned
with the outcome of this vote.

Neither am I.
The Eastern Alliance has launched.

- Launched what?
- Everything they have!

That's... That's not possible.
I have this treaty. They've signed it!

Well, frame it. But hurry.

What can we do now?

Nothing, we're out of it.
Everything's automatic.

They launch, we launch. It's all done.

All we can do now is wait.
We've got about six minutes.

How will you convince the Precedium?

I'm going to get back into orbit
to contact the Galactica.

If that doesn't work, I'll land on their
front lawn and put on a laser show.

At least that'll get their attention.

- When will you be back?
- I don't know.

Now stand back, I've got to launch.
And, Brenda, thanks for your help.

'Starbuck.'

- Now where are you?
- 'The Galactica is trying to reach you.

'In three minutes,
enough missiles will pass each other

'to devastate four-fifths of that planet.'

- The Galactica, her lasers.
- 'Precisely. But you haven't much time.'

Viper 4 to Galactica.

'Viper 4 to Galactica.'

Commander,
Viper 4 coming in over comm line.

- Feed it up to the bridge.
- Ready.

'Come in, Viper 4.'

I haven't time to explain in detail,

but you're about to pick up
a myriad of flying objects

angling across the planet below me.

We're picking up missiles now.
They're entering the planet's ionosphere.

Computon readout shows them
to be armed devices of a nuclear type.

We've got to destroy them.
They'll blow each other up.

Battle stations.

- Stand by force shields.
- Standing by.

- Maximum laser power stand by.
- Standing by.

Positive shield, now.

One minute to impact.

Everything launched on schedule, sir.

How reassuring to know
our technology is sound.

30 seconds to impact.

Starbuck, come in, Starbuck.
Do you read me?

Come in, Starbuck!

Commander, all the missiles
are in the ionosphere.

Some of them are completing arcs
and heading towards the planet.

They'll all re-enter
the atmosphere in 15 microns.

Ready...

fire.

We're getting a chain reaction, sir.
Missiles destroying each other.

We must destroy every single missile.

Wow, what a show!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

It's a good thing those things
are going off above the atmosphere.

I'd love to see the faces on the boys
that launched those machines.

- Well...
- Zero minus ten.

Zero minus ten.
That means impact has begun.

How have we done?
Direct hits, near hits, what?

- Uh...
- What does "uh" mean?

None of our missiles appear to have hit yet.

That's impossible and you know that!

Our intelligence says they have nothing

that could intercept our missiles -
that we know of.

What do you mean, "that we know of'?

Do you mean they have a shield capable
of blocking out all of our firepower?

It's beginning to look that way.

Then they can launch wave after wave
until we are annihilated.

So far, none of their missiles
have reached our space.

- Surely they know we've attacked.
- It's all very confusing.

There are reports of explosions
high up in the ionosphere.

What treachery could they be up to?

Sir, may I suggest this might be the time

for direct communication
with their president...

before it is too late?

- Starbuck, are you all right?
- A little shaken but fine.

- I'm heading for the Galactica.
- Thank the Lords of Kobol.

I'll be joining you in about a centon.

You stopped them,
nuclear warheads and all! How?

Don't tell them!

Now that you've put the fear of God
into them, let them worry for a while.

There are some things
we are not permitted to tell you.

Even our civilisation has its military secrets.

Perhaps in time our council
will elect open relations.

- In the meantime...
- You're not leaving?

There's so many things you could teach us.

Our presence could bring you
a greater danger than the Alliance.

We'll be back when the time is right.

Excuse me, Captain.
May I have a word with you, General?

The Supreme Commandant
of the Eastern Alliance

has asked me whether the treaty
has been approved or not.

They want to sue for peace on our terms.

What shall I tell them?

I think you can safely count
on the military's support.

I don't think the Alliance is going
to be double-dealing us for some time.

Apollo, we have you to thank for...

Stoney, where did Apollo go?

I didn't notice.

Er...just one more thing
before you vanish again.

- If I can.
- Is this Earth?

- I can't.
- But you've got to!

I've risked my life, Starbuck's - the fleet.
You owe me at least that.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, this is not Earth,

and it is not the end of your journey.

- How much farther is Earth?
- I'm sorry, I'm only here to...

I know. To advise.

But you must have faith.

Thank you.

- All in a day's work.
- Are all your days like this?

Heavens, no.

'Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny,

'the last battlestar, Galactica,

'leads a ragtag fugitive fleet

'on a lonely quest...

'a shining planet

'known as Earth.'