All language subtitles for Nebula 75 s02e03 For The Ashes Of His Fathers

This is Zodiac Launch Control.

Nebula 75 liftoff, stage one, commencing
now.

Nebula 75,

Stage 1, lift -off complete. Nebula 75,
adopting lift -off

position. All non -essential personnel
should now be clear of Area 2 -9.

Repeat. All non -essential personnel
should now be clear of Area 2 -9.

Commencing final countdown.

Ten. Nine.

Eight.

7 6 5 4 3

2 1

What's this?

Urgent. Get me General Ganymede. I'm
afraid he's in conference at the moment.

Then get him out of there.

We've received our first communication.

From Nebula 75.

Month.

It's been months and absolutely nothing.

So much promise.

We hope to eventually get home, but
that's not possible at the moment

more atomic fuel rods.

But we must... Miss Lunar? Yes, General?
I want you to cancel any appointments I

have with the Space Security Committee.

I'm taking this matter into my own
hands.

Just as I should have in the first
place.

Yes, sir. Oh, and Dr. Atlas is here to
see you. Ah, good. Send him in.

Ah, General, I... Ah, Don, get yourself
a drink and then listen to this.

This is Commander Neptune.

On the 28th of January, in the space
year 2120.

A year.

That was a year that the Nebula 75 was
missing.

And now months since we received a whole
slew of transmissions.

And what have we done about it?

Well... I'll tell you what we've done.

Absolutely nothing.

Well, I wouldn't go that far, sir. We've
designed and built a long -distance

survey craft in record time.

Yeah, and for what?

To sit out there on the launch pad while
all manner of petty politicians...

bureaucrats and overpaid company board
members drag their feet over a simple

launch window.

I don't know about you, but I could sure
have a cup of coffee.

I do sympathize, sir. Things have been
rather slow to progress.

Slow?

My godson's best friend is faster than
that lot, and he's a 47 -year -old

tortoise named Peppy.

Believe me, I'm the director of this
base, and I've been fighting those

shirts for long enough to know that they
have no intention of mounting a rescue

mission any time soon.

Tell me, have you been through Nevchin's
report?

Twice, sir.

Well, I've been through them three
times, and I understand less than ever.

Space maidens, alien forces, all manner
of weird and strange,

unexplainable happenings.

You tell me, what's truly happening up
there?

At least the commander sounds calm in
his reports.

Ray's a fine man, a fine astronaut.

And what did we do?

We sent him up there with a civilian
crew.

Totally unsuited to long -term space
travel.

Oh, General, they may not be seasoned
space veterans, but they were trained in

their respective fields.

Nothing can order the fact that we owe
them a duty of care.

Hang the board.

We're launching tomorrow.

But, sir... Just think of them.

All alone up there.

Stranded 33 million miles from home.

We can only imagine the hells that they
must be enduring right now as we

speak.

Does she find that partying is very hard
to do?

Just the same as I do when I'm leaving
you.

Does she feel the thrill of his Martian
charm?

Does she want to linger in his Martian
arm?

Does she feel the magic?

Just the same as I do.

When you hold me tight.

When you hold me tight.

I really couldn't wish for a better
crew.

Though by this point, inmates might be a
more apt description.

Does that make this a prison or an
insane asylum?

Either way, I reckon we've got all the
cells in good order.

Indeed. Every repair that needed to be
done has been, well, done.

Everything?

Well, except for the busted aerial, I
guess.

Say, where's Circuit?

Well,

that's our little surprise for you,
Commander.

Circuit volunteered to go outside and
repair the aerial himself.

Do you mean we can stop using the coat
hangers?

I'll be able to hang up my uniform
again.

Well, it's yet to be tested fully,
but... I think what the doc means is...

You should still leave your uniform on
the floor at night until he's certain it

works. Well, uh, yes.

But should the modification Circuit and
I have implemented function as planned?

Well, we'll have an ongoing and unbroken
line of video communication to Earth.

Oh, that's wonderful news.

This will be the first time we've been
able to transmit since our Christmas

miracle.

I regret that thus far I failed to find
the scientific miracle.

This will send us home.

No failure, Doc.

We always knew that the exploration of
space would be, well, a tricky business.

Agreed. Just as it was for our
forefathers.

For how can man die better than facing
fearful odds?

For the ashes of his fathers and the
temples of his gods.

What's that?

Oh, uh...

Just a poem an old friend taught me that
I thought apt.

Well, speaking of ashes, I should warn
you that I'm on cooking duty tonight,

you know how that turned out last time.

We'll get the fire extinguishers on
standby.

Just as soon as I've filed my report,
let's go down to the relaxation deck.

I'll buy circuit and ice cream.

Lieutenant Tratton to speak with you,
General. He says it's about the Nebula

Put it straight through, Miss Lunar.

We're receiving another transmission
from the Nebula 75, sir.

I thought you said we'd received all we
could expect to.

We'll analyze the transmission and then
send it through to you, sir.

I have no time for that now.

I'll view it at the launch site.

Uh, but sir, if the transmission
contains anything relevant to the

might we best delay the countdown?

The fact that we've received a
transmission is proof enough that they

out there and in need of help.

If anything, this increases the urgency
to launch.

Miss Lunar, have my car brought around
immediately and have Dr.

Atlas join me.

Right. There's no chance of us reaching
the Nebula 75 to stage a full rescue

mission. They've been flung too far out
for that. But at the very least, we can

venture out to the location where we
first lost track of them and investigate

how they were sent so far.

Then, we'll have some answers.

Now, not a word of this has been
breathed outside of this facility,

Not to the best of my knowledge, and the
ship is ready for launch.

Good. Uh, just a couple of points, sir.

Well, why did the board approve the
launch, and just who is to be the pilot?

To be frank, Don, the board hasn't
approved the launch, and, uh, well, I

need them to.

I don't follow. The board controls many
things.

The selection of test pilot, suitable
launch windows... which missions are and

are not economically and politically
viable.

But there are certain arenas in which
they hold no jurisdiction.

Such as?

Well, such as my work -related travel
arrangements.

Be it a three -pound bus fare to Hyde
Park, or a multi -million dollar space

flight into the unknown.

You're not telling me that... As
managing director of the whole project,

take any decision I see fit.

Oh yeah, I will be the pilot.

This is Zodiac Control to Reconnaissance
One.

Stand by.

Okay. All systems here are green.

Twenty -five seconds.

All chemical lights are go.

Ten. Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

What's going on?

Zodiac control.

Zodiac control.

Four,

three, two, one.

What's happened?

I gotta admit, Well, they told me that
one

of the comforts in deep space would be a
video screen showing images of nature.

I was more than a little skeptical.

But, well, these days, I can't say that
I'm ungrateful.

I must say, this isn't what I imagined
space travel would be like.

Oh? And what did you imagine?

I don't know.

I guess it was those shows from the
2060s. The ones they repeated that made

wish I were a spaceman.

The fastest guy alive, eh?

Well, anyway, I guess I dreamt of being
a real astronaut.

With a uniform, I mean. Not just a
civilian in space.

It'll come, Lieutenant.

One day.

But be careful what you wish for. The
collars on these things scratch like you

wouldn't believe.

And how was the ice lolly, think it?

Hmm. I guess that was to be expected.

Oh well, back to work.

Although, after today, I think we'll
take it easy for us, pal.

We've earned it.

General Ganymede's office.

Atlas here.

Uh, Marsha, sir. We're trying to trace
the source of our bar fluctuations.

Systems across the center are, well,
starting to overload, and, well, we just

can't fathom it. All right. Stand by.

This makes absolutely no sense.

An explosion of that size and not a
single fault report.

No explanation whatsoever.

And what do we do now?

I'll head back down to the tracking
center and investigate for myself.

Something strange is happening around
here, and I don't like it at all.

I just don't understand.

Don't play the fool with me, Neptune.

That hideous face, it was in your
report.

You mean the one I transmitted an image
of in my last report?

Do you encounter a lot of mysterious
alien faces?

You'd be surprised.

Well, if you're telling me that image
you sent was of the alien.

Then that's what I saw.

That still doesn't explain how you're
here.

If, indeed, you are here, General
Ganymede. Don't play these games with

You know full well it's me.

I've known you since you were a kid.

I want to believe you, sir. But after
the year we've had, I've learned that

anything can happen. In the next half
hour, we're going to get this all nice

straightened out.

But first...

Get that robot of yours here.

He'll confirm my identity.

Then we're going to find a solution.

You mark my words.

Well, Doctor?

Marsh wasn't jumping the gun. The
situation is serious.

I don't know where the fault lays, but
we don't have time to find out.

Evacuate the whole center immediately.

This is an emergency.

And is this General Ganymede?

There we go.

The party games are over. Now,
Commander, I don't know how I got here,

you're going to explain to me everything
to date.

Not the official version, the real
story.

The Power Third came out of nowhere.

I had no idea what was the con.

But I knew I had to act quickly.

Suddenly, we found ourselves millions of
miles off course.

There was this faith.

They called themselves Faith Maidens.

We're making our way back home, but she
warned us there'd be more trouble.

And boy,

She wasn't wrong.

It seems the universe is home to many
different types of life. Some bad and,

well, I guess some good.

Anyway, eventually, we hope to return
home.

Commander, that is out of the question.

This ship and its crew are contaminated.

Marked. You cannot take these menaces
back to Earth.

I will not allow our planet to go up in
flames.

Sir, you have got to get out of there.

Just five more minutes.

All of our work. The whole of the Nebula
space program.

You must get out. You don't have five
minutes.

I can't do that.

I can't ask that of my crew.

Self -sacrifice.

We are no danger to the Earth at all.

I'm not asking you, Commander.

I'm giving you a direct order.

The normal rules no longer apply.

I will not accept that order.

Very well.

Don't. The robot in the ship will
respond to me over you as the senior

Very well, sir.

I will give orders for the self
-destruct to be initiated.

But you will permit me the chance to
speak with my crew first.

You'll have plenty of time for that,
Commander. In the safety margin between

command and the detonation.

Give the command.

Neptune to Circuit.

Do you read me?

Initiate.

Initiate.

Initiate Nebula 75 self -destruct
sequence.

I have some explaining to do.

You have got to get out of there.

I'll be fine. Almost there.

But on the off chance this doesn't go to
plan, would you do me the kindness of

telling my wife I'll be late for supper?

Of course, but... Just one more
adjustment and I know I can...

has a funny way of turning out. But I
guess I was lucky, really.

I've seen sights that nobody back home
could ever imagine.

Parts of the universe that perhaps no
one will ever see again.

I don't understand much about this
journey, but I do understand that

And if Ray says we must do this to
protect the Earth, then I guess that's

enough for me.

And at least the doctor's new antennae
means we can send these messages home.

Well, I really don't know what to do,
Doc.

We've encountered many problems during
this past year.

But this is the toughest.

With the General here, the situation is
out of my hands.

Not completely, Commander.

But his commands override my own.

A mere scientific formality.

Indeed. I have already taken the liberty
of amending that.

As a security precaution during our
repairs.

It is, after all, your ship, Commander.

You are the man that we are proud to
serve.

So, the final decision is mine.

My friend, or the Earth.

If that is indeed the choice.

I did as you said.

Good. And you promise you'll leave the
Earth alone?

We promise.

But why all this?

Commander Neptune is a good man.

His crew, they can't harm you.

They can.

They will.

If you're so powerful, why not destroy
them yourself?

So why drag me halfway across the cosmos
to do it? We could have transmitted the

order from Earth.

You are important to Neptune.

Your presence is persuasive.

No. No.

No, I... I must resist.

We don't have details yet on the
situation. What we do know is that the

-famous Zodiac Space Centre is currently
being destroyed in an unexplained

incident. Eyewitnesses report a chain
reaction of explosions.

We understand that the complex has been
fully evacuated, though there are

reports that a Dr Atlas, the brains
behind the whole nebulous space project,

been killed whilst attempting to keep
the situation under control.

We also understand that there has been
an incident involving General Ganymede,

We'll bring you more details as soon as
we have them.

Dr. Atlas?

No. I must.

I must resist.

Your mind is playing tricks.

Ignore those images.

Remember your time.

It was a lie.

It was a lie.

Can he meet the circuit?

Abort Nebula 75 self -destruct sequence.

You must obey.

It is too late.

You have served your function.

You lied.

The Nebula Space Project.

The Nebula 75.

And Commander Neptune must be destroyed.

You said yourself you cannot harm this
ship.

It may be too late for the Space Center.

For Dr.

Atlas, my friend.

But Commander Neptune will cancel the
self -destruct order. We know Neptune

well. We wouldn't be so sure.

I thought what I was doing was for the
best.

But then this transmission showed me the
devastation that is unfolding right now

on Earth.

This thing was inside my mind.

Convincing me that if you went, well...

They'd leave the Zodiac Space Center
alone.

I did it for the greater good.

Or so I was persuaded.

I understand, General.

Being in command is difficult.

Now it'll all have to be rebuilt.

You'd better cancel the self -destruct
order.

Neptune to circuit.

Neptune to circuit. Come in.

What the... Commander Neptune.

I'm glad I've reached you. This is an
emergency.

There isn't time to explain the
situation, but there is an alien force

your ship.

An alien force?

Yes. We're being massacred back here and
have been able to trace the force

behind it all to your ship.

We think it arrived along with some of
your transmissions.

That's not me.

That's an imposter.

What on earth?

Who is that with you, Neptune?

Well, uh...

Commander, I don't know what is
happening, but whatever you've

threatening everything we've worked for.

The only solution, and I say this
reluctantly, is that you destroy your

sever the connection linking us to that
force forever.

Don't listen to him. It's the alien.

Your robot told you I was the real deal.

This is ridiculous.

He's clearly the alien.

How else could he have got on board?

Neptune, listen.

Also destruct in two minutes.

Neptune, I am your commanding officer.

Abort the destruct sequin.

No, I am your commanding officer.

You are endangering us all.

Save the Earth.

Destroy that thing.

Commander Neptune, listen.

Do as you're told. It's a trick.

Ninety seconds to self -destruct.

General Ganymede.

Yes. Just you on the screen.

Can you hear me okay?

Yes, of course.

I'm receiving you five by five.

Twenty seconds to self -destruct.

Countdown. Following me.

What? Just do it, General. I trust the
doctor implicitly.

Ten. Nine.

Eight. Seven. Six.

Five. Four.

Three. Two.

Stop. One.

What? What happened?

I canceled the self -destruct sequence
earlier.

Thanks to the doc.

How do you mean?

I couldn't be certain at first.

Stop this, Commander.

I think not.

Your countdown helped us work that out.

Yeah.

Circuit and I may have repaired our
antennae, but no matter what the

the distance between us and the Earth
prevents live conversation. We had our

doubts that the General could be
trusted.

Hence the dummy countdown.

But this confirms your lie.

We are experiencing no delay.

You are the imposter.

Doctor, disable the antenna.

Cut all communications with Earth.

But Ray... We're taking no chances.

Whatever the nature of this evil, its
power can clearly be transmitted via its

image. Have Circuit destroy the long
-range transmitter.

Very good, Neptune.

But one day you must return home.

We'll cross that bridge if and when we
come to it.

Came out here to help.

Instead, I let you all down.

You let no one down, General.

Life out here is difficult.

So much for being an unsuited civilian,
crew.

You learn quickly out here.

What am I to do now?

You still have your part to play.

But how?

This is Commander Neptune's ship. My
place is, was, on Earth.

We all have our parts to play in this
story, General. Some in the stars,

down on Earth.

Your part is to rebuild the Nebula Space
Project in order to help the Nebula 75

crew.

Good luck.

But won't that thing live on within me?
You have resisted it before and have the

strength to do so again.

Goodbye, General.

All hands stand down. Energy readings
have returned to normal levels.

Dr. Atlas did it.

For how can man die better than facing
fearful odds for the ashes

of his fathers and the temple of his
gods?