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After 150 years of calling out...

the silence of the universe
assures us that life is unique.

We are alone.

You and I...

are among the first
to bring life to the stars...

to this planet...

the farthest any human
has ever ventured.

I know there are those
at home who say...

that we are here
only as a status symbol.

Others say
that we are fortune hunters...

or that we're running away.

But I know we're here
because of faith-

faith in each other,
in a better world.

The rocket fuel that brought us here
can be burnt away...

but our belief in ourselves,
in one another-

in the future-

never can be;
never will be.

-
- It's okay, Buzz. It's just a meteor shower.

Mayday! Mayday!
This is the Vesta Colony.

Repeat, Vesta Colony.

We're under attack by unidentified craft.
Many are dead.

- 82 tank pressurization okay.
-

- Roger. Out.
- Tellus, this is Control.

A. P. U. start is go. You are on
your onboard computer. Over.

Roger. Out.

Tellus, you are go
for auto sequence start.

Lock your visors
and initiate O2 points.

Roger. We copy.
Tellus out.

We are "T'"minus 20 seconds
and counting.

- Auxiliary power units start.
- Go.

Roger, A. P. U. We copy.
Tellus out.

"T'"minus ten, nine...

eight, seven, six, five...

four, three.

Countdown hold.
"T'"minus three seconds.

- Tellus, you are go for launch.
-

Simulated
launch sequence complete.

Reset countdown to nine hours,
15 minutes, 12 seconds.

You are go for launch.

-
-

Vesta Colony
never ran this smooth.

They're still having problems. We lost
communication with Vesta this morning.

If I'm this pumped by a test launch,
I won't need a rocket.

Final countdown.

I know.

Most people don't know
if their dreams will ever come true.

Ours is definitely
nine hours and two minutes away.

Attention,
colonists Aprey, West, Celina, Brown...

Glick, Gonzalez, Hyan,
Larly, Mannesis, and Gatharian...

report to Governor Overmeyer's
office immediately.

Hey!

Check him.

I knew it. A Tank.
I smell 'em like an animal.

I told the foreman not to hire him.
Get him up.

I had two uncles die...

in the A. I. war
'cause the Tanks wouldn't fight.

The InVitro platoons
were dissolved when I was a kid.

I had nothing to do
with it.

Then you're even
more worthless.

I never asked to be born.

Great.

Then you can ask to die.

Go on. Ask.

Ask.

- You gotta protect me.
- What the hell are you doing?

- Get out! Get out of there!
- Drop it!

He's crazy, sir.
He's a Tank.

Go on, get out.
You're setting him off.

Drop it. !

- He tried to hang me.
- I said put it down.

"InVitros'"?
Call him what he is- a Tank.

and then they make us
wait two hours?

The others
didn't have to wait.

Good afternoon, sir.
The launch simulation went perfect.

We are still a go?

I know you are aware of the growing
rights movement for InVitros...

those conceived and born
in artificial gestation tanks.

Sir, we have every right
to support the InVitros.

They're human beings, sir, just like us
only conceived from parents who never lived.

Last evening the Tellus
Board of Governors...

was issued a directive
from the United States Senate.

The launch will be scrapped...

unless ten InVitros
are on board.

Given the severe limitations
on weight...

rations,
and personnel capacity-

Are you saying
we're being replaced?

It is my sincere regret
to inform you...

that one of you...

will not be on board.

- One of us?
- Nine colonists have been released.

- Postpone the mission.
- If we don't go in six hours...

the forecasted wormhole
passage to Tellus...

won't be open
for another 12 years.

They're not even trained.
Send them on the next colony.

The next colonial mission
won't be ready for five years.

There are members of Congress
who need to look good now.

- We'll both resign.
- You have a commitment to
execute vital assignments...

on this mission, duties
which one of you could cover...

but for which
no one else is trained.

Not to mention the severe
legal consequences...

of breaking your contract.

Besides I know you both.

It's your dream to go to space.

The dream was to go together.

I'm on record as saying
this directive stinks.

I fought it all the way.

Rather than issuing an order...

I'm allowing the two of you
to decide who shall remain.

There is, uh, an alternative
for one of you.

There is a possibility
the Marine Corps Space Cavalry...

may be assigned duty
as Colonial Sentries.

You want us to bet our lives
on a possibility?

We did everything you told us.

We followed the rules.

We gave the program
everything we had.

These InVitros
didn't train.

These senators
haven't sacrificed.

Why should we pay for a mistake
they made before we were even born?

You're letting them throw away our lives.
We believed in you.

Now the only thing
you can believe in...

is each other.

Please arrive at your decision
by 2130 today.

They're coming.
The lights.

Shane, take care of them.
Remember how I told you.

-
- The A. I. 's, they're here. Hurry.

- I love you.
-

-
-

-
-

Everyone's saying good-bye
to their families.

I never thought we'd
be saying good-bye to each other.

Then let's run away.

To a life of what?

Because we broke our contract,
no one would employ us.

We'd be indentured servants
to the Colonial Program for 20 years.

Did they keep
their word to us?

The program was all
I ever believed in.

And now there's nothing.

You believed in equal rights
for InVitros.

Not at the expense
of our rights.

We've trained, we've sacrificed,
we've dreamed...

together.

Well, maybe we have
to find another dream.

We can't spend the last hours
we have together as victims.

We have to somehow
take control.

Gantry 4, complete
final preparations.

Hydroponics loaded
and secure.

Ground personnel
clear launch area.

Ground personnel
clear launch area.

All ground personnel
clear the launch area.

Ground personnel
clear launch area.

Tellus report. Ignition primary
launch sequence.

Mission Com,
this is H. P. Com.

We're getting an abnormal
CO2 imbalance on level 22.

- Nathan?
- No, Kylie. It has to be you.

I wrote this for when
you are going to land.

- I can't leave.
- I'll find you.

- Come on now, don't fight it.
- I will find you!

Nathan?

- I believe in you.
-

Why'd you enlist?

Just did.

My name's Nathan.

- Hi. Shane Vansen.
- Hi.

Mike Pagodin.

Vanessa Damphousse.

Damphousse. Damphousse-
is that, like, French for something?

Probably...

but my friends
just call me "damn fool. "

It's got a tough ring to it.

My friends call me Pags,
like I'm a dog or something.

Nice to meet you, Pags.

Yeah, you too.

Hey, uh, I know it's only
the first day.

Any guess as to when
we get our planes?

~ I don't know but it's been said ~

~ I don't know but it's been said ~

~ Army wings
are made of lead ~

~ Army wings are made of lead ~~

The 127 th.

That's why I joined.

"The Angry Angels'"-
best there is or ever will be.

Someday...

that'll be me.

They're gonna yell a lot,
aren't they?

I hope they don't yell as much
as I've heard they do.

All right, you people,
listen up.

You are now at the United
States Marine Corps...

Space Aviator Recruit Depot,
Loxley, Alabama.

When you left home, you were under Mommy
and Daddy's care. You are now under mine.

From here out,
you will not speak, eat, sleep...

or take a dump until
you are told to do so.

And the first and last words
out of your slimy holes will be "sir. '"

- Do you maggots understand me?
- Sir, yes, sir.

- Louder!
- Sir, yes, sir!

Upon the command you will be
given approximately 30 seconds
to fall out of this bus.

- Any questions?
- Sir, when do we get our planes, sir?

Move! Move! Move!

- Move! Move!
- Hurry up.

- Move, move.
- Let's go, let's go.

- Move!
- Come on, move it.

- Nice sunglasses.
- Yes, thanks, homes. I got-

- Give me those. Move!
- What are you looking at?

I am Sergeant Major Bougus.

I am your
senior drill instructor.

I am here to turn
you slimy civilian cesspool parasites...

into United States
Marine Corps space aviators...

invoking bowel-wrenching fear
into the dark hearts of your enemies.

- Why are you here?
- Sir, to find a direction, sir.

- A direction? Are you lost?
- Sir, I suffer from a sense of disconnection-

- Answer the question.
- Sir, yes, I am, sir.

Well, do I look
like a road map to you?

- Sir, no, sir.
- I am a road map.

I will lead and you will follow.

I will teach and you will learn.

When you leave my academy,
you will be weapons-

focused and full of purpose-

hot rod rocket jocks
of precision and strength...

tear-assing across the cosmos,
hunting for heaven.

What's your name?

Wang.

- Paul Wang, Officer.
- Officer? I'm not an officer.

I work for a living.

Did I hear a sound
out of you, Wang?

I did!
I did hear a sound.

I'll bet it was
your Marine Corps battle cry.

- Let me hear your battle cry.
- Aaah!

I am not impressed.

Sergeant, demonstrate a Marine Corps
battle cry for this pantywaist.

Still pathetic.

In space, no one
can hear you scream...

unless it is the battle cry
of the United States Marines.

Why did you join
my precious Marine Corps?

- Sir, to defend my country, sir.
- To defend your country from what?

We have no enemies.
Are you crazy?

- I think you made a horrible mistake.
- Sir, no, sir.

- Are you calling me a liar?
- Sir, the best way to maintain peace...

is to maintain
a good defense, sir.

Are you a politician?
Are you running for office?

- Do you think I'm funny?
- Sir, no, sir.

- Do I amuse you?
- Sir, no, sir.

Drop down and give me 25.

Well, I'm glad to see
you're having such a fun time.

You too.
On your face. Twenty-five.

One, two, three, four.

I love the Marine Corps.

Gunnery Sergeant?

Are all of these worms present
or accounted for?

Short one, Sergeant Major-
the Tank...

Cooper Hawkes.

He's all yours.

I know all about you,
Hawkes.

So the judge thought
it would be cute...

to sentence a Tank
to the military.

I fought alongside
you people in the A. I. wars...

so I know that Tanks
are lazy...

and they don't care
about anyone...

or anything.

I won't let you down.

The only thing you're going to let down
is your face upon my deck...

and crank out 50 pushups.

Now, do it.

One, two, three, four.

I love the Marine Corps.

One, two, three, four.

I love the Marine Corps.

-
- Trans- Tellus injection complete.

-
- Prepare for entry.

Five billion years
from now, maybe to the day...

the sun burns 90%
of its hydrogen...

the balance is destroyed...

more energy is created
than released.

Quickly, a few million years...

the sun radiates all
of its potential power.

The star swells.

Mercury, Venus,
the Earth disappear...

swallowed.

The sun truly,
finally touches the sky.

Life vanishes eons ago.

Eventually, the sun shrinks...

decreasing to the size
of the Earth...

which reappears
from the red dwarfs grasp.

With no gravity to hold it...

the Earth slowly floats away.

Elsewhere, stars are born.

Other star systems-
older, larger-

continue to breathe.

The solar system dies
of crib death.

If that's what it takes-

This is Red Leader.

Bandits at 2:00.
Confirm.

Red Leader, this is R-3.
Confirm.

A. O. A. , 15 degrees.

R-4. Confirm.
Check six.

R-5, check six.

R-5, check six.

Hawkes, answer me.

- Enemy craft have us locked on.
-

Duke right. Buzz east.

Hawkes is breaking formation.
What's he doing?

- I don't know. He's not responding.
- Answer me, Hawkes!

He's coming right for me.
Hawkes, hit the deck. !

You're dead. You're dead!

The entire squad is dead, and it's your fault.
Now, get out.

- You stupid Tank.
- What the hell were you doing?

You two, shut the hell up.
You are dead.

This ain't real.

One day, Hawkes,
it will be real...

and you're gonna find yourself right
in the middle of a big hairy fur ball...

and you will die.

With you around, the squad doesn't need
to worry about the enemy.

Just you. Just you!

Should have blown your ass away.

Is that a fact?

Out! Everybody out
of your cockpits.

Now. ! Get down here.
You're too slow.

Quickly. Move it. !
You. ! Grab his ass.

That's an order.
Grab it.

Everyone, grab the ass
of the person to your right.

Well, now.
Isn't that beautiful?

Do you feel it?

His ass is yours, her ass is yours,
and yours is theirs.

You may fly
in individual rockets...

but you are a squadron,
you are a team...

and if your risk your ass,
you risk the team's.

You people have been here
six weeks now...

and you still do not know
how to work together.

Well, you will learn
to work together...

or that fatty clump of flesh
in your hand...

will be blown to
the far corners of the universe...

- and yours will be right behind it.
- Sir?

Maybe Coop would do better
in a real plane, sir.

- I know I would.
- I'm afraid of you people in a simulator.

Now we're going
to do it again...

and we're going to keep doing it
until we get it right.

Get back into your pits.
Go! Move it!

Think I could ever talk
the Marine Corps into pleats?

Oh, right. Pleats.

- Know what I think?
- Yeah, yeah, you give 'em planes
on the very first day.

Well, yeah.
It makes sense.

Yeah. I was-

On the house
for an Angry Angel.

Shane,
you want another one?

Look. The Angry Angels.

Hi.

- Serve it here.
- We got room.

Shane, maybe you'd better-

Excuse me.
I'm sorry to interrupt.

I just wanted to tell you all how much
I admire and respect the 127 th.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

We'll have four pitcher of draft
and a couple of shooters.

She's not a waitress,
she's a marine...

so apologize.

Until she graduates, she's slime.
Now you apologize.

So, what's the farthest
you guys have ever flown?

- Four point eight light years.
- Well, that's how far
you can shove your apology.

to bring you an emergency
announcement...

from the Secretary General
of the United Nations, Spencer Chartwell.

has our universe
changed so infinitely...

so desperately, so quickly.

Tonight, for the first time
in the briefhistory of mankind...

we are truly of one planet.

Last evening we confirmed...

that the landing party
of the Tellus Colony...

was massacred...

unprovoked, by an advanced
alien civilization...

of tremendous power.

Two hundred and twenty- five
are dead.

Twenty- five
are unaccounted for.

Because of destroyed communications,
we've only now learned...

that the Vesta Colony
suffered the same fate.

The alien civilization...

has not responded to
our attempts at communication.

Of this race we know nothing.

The only clue to their people...

is the bloodshed
they've left behind.

My fellow citizens
of Earth...

no matter where you stand
on this planet-

either beneath the sun's warmth
or the cold of night...

storm clouds of war
gather over our home.

Soon they may fall
in unceasing thunderbolts.

We must stand together
against the deluge.

We cannot possibly retreat.

There is no moving the Earth.

for further information.

Government updates will follow.

This is F. T. N.

I believe in you.

We are at war.
Hurrah. !

War is what marines
pray for.

From here on out,
every move is crucial...

all personnel vital.

While combat-ready pilots
are being dispatched into battle...

you people have been assigned
a training mission...

nonetheless imperative
to the global war effort.

You will proceed via military
heavy- launch vehicle...

to the space station Goddard.

At Goddard you will board
an inter- solar system cargo vehicle...

and proceed for 84 hours...

to the planet Mars.

You will be issued
rationed supplies-

food, air,
water for one week.

You will be issued one urine
and fecal collection device.

Ayellow flashing light
on the flight suit...

indicates full capacity.

Your mission is to repair
a malfunctioning Mars tracking drone...

vital to interplanetary
communication.

As part of your training...

there is no commanding officer.

You will be on your own.

From this moment
until we win this war...

the only easy day
is yesterday.

I heard they had an army
of six million.

They can't know that.
How could they know?

You think they got
better planes than we do?

They gotta be more advanced.

I knew we couldn't
have been alone...

but now that we're not,
I don't know what's scarier...

being alone or-

Do you think you'd be scared
if you saw one?

I remember when I was a kid
and saw my first A. I.

They looked so human,
but something inside me couldjust tell.

I felt that way
when I saw my first InVitro.

I don't mean anything
by that, Coop.

Hit the sack.

When the time comes to face 'em,
we'll all hack it fine.

You okay?

Mm.

Sorry I woke you.

I wasn't asleep.

Don't take this wrong...

but, uh, I was just wondering-

I mean-

Well, I've always heard
that InVitros can't dream.

I dream.

I know they never lived...

but when I dream,
I see my parents.

Me too.

Only I have nightmares
about mine-

same ones since I was five.

What happens?

Hmm.|

My parents
were Marine Corps officers...

in the Artificial Intelligence
War.

One night the A. I. patrol
attacked our house.

My mother hid my sisters
and I in this crawl space in the attic.

I saw them kill my parents.

Your sisters still alive?

Mm-hmm.

That night during the attack,
my sister tried to scream...

and I put my hand over her mouth
and she bit into me.

I still have the scar.

What's weird
is we're not close.

Maybe I'm the parent that they needed
to grow away from...

or maybe seeing them
reminds me of-

They've always looked to me
my whole life.

I need to get away
from people looking to me.

I joined for me-

my life.

I'm tired of taking care
of others for a while.

Does that sound bad?

Did you ever lose anyone close?

What the hell was that?

How does "Did you ever lose
anyone close, "

translate into "Please stick
your tongue down my throat"?

I don't know a lot about loss
and nightmares...

so don't go
to moaning over it.

I won't be around here
much longer anyway.

What are you,
looking to buy real estate?

Let's go.
There's a war on.

Load the gear.

- First we secure our location. Low?
- Mm-hmm?

Our position...

is out in the middle
of nowhere.

They're secured.

Now unload this gear.

- The HIST manual clearly states-
- The manual?

When they drop you
in the middle of a hairy fur ball...

you gonna take time
to check the manual?

You do what you want.

I'll be happy to see you take one
the minute we're in battle.

We do what we're told.

Oh, that's right.
Follow their rules.

They'll just keep taking from you,
and you'll let 'em.

-
- Hey!

- West, get off him. Hawkes. Hawkes.
- Wait a minute, you guys.

-
- Help me get 'em apart.

What the hell is wrong with you?
And you, knock it off.

We have a mission to achieve.

You think we're going to blow it
because you two need to butt heads?

We're drivin'on, so you two better get
your heads screwed on right.

Now, Low,
tell West our position.

Low?

We're 45 degrees south, 271 west-
the Hellas plains.

That accounts
for the sparse vegetation.

They just started
terra-forming this area.

The tracking drone
is about four klicks from here.

What should we do?

All right, grab your gear.
Let's move out.

I can get up myself.

Probably, but it looks like you could
use a hand, and I'm offering one.

Ain't easy for me
to recognize a helping hand.

If that's a thank you,
don't worry about it.

Someday you'll pay me back.

Damphousse, replace
the transceiver units...

and let's go back.

- We've got about ten hours of sunlight.
-

- What's this?
- That's the Earth message.

They made it a requirement that all
off-Earth installations had to have one.

It's got pictures and sounds of Earth,
in case an extraterrestrial found it.

~~

Mozart.

- ~~~~
- If only this had been
our first contact with them.

They would have never
killed the colonists.

- ~~
- Whoa!

If they would have heard this first they
would have wiped us out a long time ago...

- and I wouldn't have blamed them.
- ~~~~

- ~~
- Hey.

- What the hell is that?
- I know this.

I heard this in
my 20th Century history class.

They called this rock and roll.

I think this group
was called The Pink Floyd.

They went like this-

- Hey, ho, let's go.
- ~~Hey, ho Let's go ~~

-
- ~~Hey, ho, let's go ~~

- ~~~~
-
- Look!

What?

- Move out! Move out!
- ~~

~~

- Let's go!
- One, one thousand.
Two, one thousand.

- Three one thousand-
-

On Mars, about ten miles away.

Let's do it.

All right, we all go.

Everyone carries water and their M-590s.
Let's do it.

- All right.
- Okay.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

Could be a Mars orbiter.

- Maybe it's a classified recon ship.
- Something to do with the war.

Damphousse, Carter,
West, Stone, Pags and me.

The rest of you spread out,
provide cover.

- You don't want me to go?
- Mm-mmm. You stay here
in case something happens.

Move out.

- Radiation levels?
-

Uh, let's say
we don't stay long.

Can't see anything.

What the hell is it?

Well, I can't see
a cockpit or anything.

There's no electronics.

-
- Take cover! Take cover!

Move it! Move, move, move!

- Fall back!
- Move out!

Shane. !

Sit tight, West.
I got you.

You're squared away.
How's Vansen?

Pressure's stabilizing.

- Low is on.
- Pags is dead.

- You all right, Vansen?
- Yeah.

Thanks.

West is solo.

Damn it.
What the hell is he doing?

You three move out
with me.

Rest of you stay here.

West?

There it is.

Stone, Carter, over here.

I think it's trying
to surrender.

I think it thinks
we're going to kill it.

- The odor's gonna make me sick.
- Smells sulfuric.

Must be a scout-
going toward Earth...

had to crank the chicken switch
over Mars.

- Probably sent a distress call.
- That means there'll be more coming.

There's got to be some way
to figure it out.

Don't. It could carry
some kind of disease.

I never had a mother,
but you sound like one.

Looks like it operates the vehicle-
like a key.

Yeah, some sort
of encoded information.

- What is this?
-

What does this have to do
with him?

This is this?

It's like a picture
of his family or something.

Maybe we ought to give it
something to eat or drink.

It wants water.

Right.

It's probably one thing
we have in common.

- Let's give it some water.
- What the hell is the matter with you?

And you guys want to waste
water on this thing?

No. No way.

This thing killed Pags!

God knows who else it killed.

I'm giving it some water.

Let's show it what it means
to be human.

that it would be so afraid of us
that it would kill itself.

We're the enemy.

This is the first time
I've ever seen a dead body.

Won't be the last.

~~~~

~~~~

~~~~

~~~~

your SA- 43 endo- exo
atmospheric attack jets.

Your current orders
are to take 48 hours' leave.

- Sir, ship us out, sir.
- Sir, why have we been...

on accelerated training
if we're not going to be used, sir?

Listen. All we know is what
you people found last week.

We have no idea
what lies ahead.

We know basically nothing
about the enemy-

numbers, weapons, tactics.

That's why we have been losing...

and losing badly
in every battle of this war.

Don't be in such a hurry.

My advice-

Go home.

See your families.

Could be the last time.

Dismissed.

Gonna go see your sisters?

I don't think
they want to see me.

I don't know if my parents
want to see me.

I never told them
I was joining the Corps.

They'll want to see you.

- Want to be a witness to that?
-

I'll never get
in one of those.

- Ten of us Tanks were with the Tellus Colony.
-

Only makes the aliens
just as bad.

I'm not going to die for them.

What would you die for?

Nathan?

Mom, Dad, it's Nathan!

- Nathan. !
- Johnny.

Nathan.

Mom, Dad,
this is my friend, Shane Vansen.

It's a pleasure,
Mr. And Mrs. West.

Dinner is- Is almost ready.

I was gonna give you a rock
I pocketed on Mars...

but they took it.

Come on inside.

- Hey.
- Shane, this is my brother, Neal.

- Hi.
- Hi.

The TV said we're
about to begin another battle.

I'm here at the U. N.
Task Force Headquarters...

at Vandenberg, California,
receiving the latest reports-

I heard the alien fighters
are made of some unknown metal-

that we can't harm it.

We've only started reverse engineering
on the one we found.

It's just rumors.

Kylen's brother told us-

... official dispatch
of the elite Marine Corps...

better known as the Angry Angels,
which left their base...

in Loxley, Alabama,
sometime last evening.

This is, without a doubt, the largest
mobilization of Unified Earth force-

It doesn't seem
like we can win.

Don't worry.
This time out we'll beat 'em.

- How do you know?
- Well, because this time...

they're going up against the 127 th-
the Angry Angels.

They will knock the enemy
into Andromeda.

... seen from the Earth
in the Northern Hemisphere...

about 50 degrees
above the southeast horizon.

Uh-

Pags...

um...

I wanted to say something
to you when they buried you...

but I don't know what.

And now that I'm here,
I still don't.

Besides, they don't let anybody say
anything at those things anyway.

I guess I just wanted to say...

you were the only guy
that was ever okay to me.

I wish-

I just wish, somehow,
you could...

just feel my insides and know.

Maybe right now you can.

I doubt it.

I wish I knew what you
were feeling right now.

See, I thought I knew
what it would be like...

but seeing you up there...

all...

blood...

I just-

I wish I could know
if anything's worth it.

-
-

Here, on the U. S. S. Yorktown,
the 127th Airborne...

known as the Angry Angels, are engaging
the enemy and meeting heavy resistance.

There's smoke,
electrical flashes.

You can hear the metal
buckling in the bow of the carrier.

- It's over.
-

of the Marine Corps
Aviators Cavalry.

You are to report immediately
to base for active duty.

Repeat: M. C. A. pilots...

are to report to base by 0630
for immediate active duty.

Any idea where
we're heading?

Damphousse said we're going
straight to the line.

We've got the 127 th coming in.

The 127 th.

Ten-hut!

Be seated.

The information you're about
to receive is classified level red.

I don't need to remind you
of the consequences of divulging
class red information.

58th, because of you...

we've caught a break-
a major break.

Within the wreckage
of the alien recon vehicle...

you recovered during
your HIST...

was an encoded transmission detailing
the enemy's projected battle objectives.

Subsequently, all enemy
movements have been anticipated.

Fearing that the captured
information may be deceptive...

we have not shown our hand...
until now.

The Earth is here.

The enemy intends to attack
with extreme intent...

two-thirds of its forces, at the Groombridge
34 Star System Naval base...

in 71 hours.

This is known as point "G. '"

The Earth forces...

the greatest mobilization of military might
since the 20th century...

will surprise attack
from behind enemy positions...

at two points,
point "F, '"here, and point "H, '"here.

The Marines will participate
with the 8th Air Wing.

This will be possible...

due to a fortuitous projected
wormhole opening in the Galileo regions.

From the captured information,
we have ascertained...

their planes are faster,
with a greater rate of climb;

ours are more maneuverable
and better armed.

It evens out.

Surprise has been
their best weapon.

Now it's ours.

It's too easy.

Sir, if the plans
weren't planted...

then they at least
would assume we have them.

No doubt their intelligence informed them we
would be unable to decipher the transmission.

And, in fact,
it has taken...

fifty Quantum Charno computers
interlinked on four continents...

to decode the enemy's
complex language.

And, as mentioned,
their movements have since...

been in accord
with the captured plans.

Sir, are deploying
to point "F" or "H, " sir?

58th Squadron will operate
in a support capacity at point "A. "

- Point "A"?
- Here.

Rear left flank.

Sir, why bother telling us the plan
if we weren't going to be a part of it?

You are part of it-
rear left flank.

Sir, request permission
to transfer to 8th Air wing.

- Denied.
- Sir, with all due respect, we have the right-

Sit down, Lieutenant.

58th will report to the naval space
carrier Saratoga across theJupiter line...

by 0840 tomorrow.

You'll meet your squadron
commander on board.

Dismissed.

Gold Leader confirm Saratoga position
at 32. 5 megastatute kilometers.

Come in, Gold Leader. Confirm.

Just a minute. I'm getting
interference on the light LI DAR.

Check six. I had a bogey on the HUD.
Must have been an asteroid or-

-
- Red Leader. Confirm bandit or recon vehicle.

Confirm, confirm.
LI DAR 4.

- Alien bogey, 10:00.
- I'll turn intercept angle 30 degrees.

Blue Team, White Team, watch six.
Hack.

12:00 high.

He jinked. Scram! Scram!

- Lost it.
- Must be jamming our LI DAR.

Went below us like a fish
on the line.

- Let's go fishing.
- Negative.

Don't have the fuel.
Return to designated course.

I'll call Space Com and report
A. C. M. with the enemy.

Hey, hey.
What's going on?

They look a little harried.

Ten-hut!

58, report to the briefing area
immediately.

Space Com checked out
your report of the enemy recon vehicle.

Radio telescopes have since
found not only...

no trace of enemy troops
in the Groombridge system...

but rather a force amassing
outside our solar system.

Enemy plans were a set-up.

At this point,
no one needs their plans...

to know which direction
they're headed.

Sit down.

I want to be able
to look into your eyes.

Courage, honor...

dedication, sacrifice-

These arejust
the words they used to get you here.

Now the only word that means
a damn to you is "life"-

Yours...

your buddies'.

The one certainty in war
is that in an hour, maybe two...

you'll either still be alive
or you'll be dead.

For the next hour,
here's your best chance of staying alive.

The Trojan asteroid belt
trails Jupiter's orbit.

Our objective is to hide
in the debris.

This may be as difficult
as engaging the enemy.

You're gonna have to react
to the pitch and yaw of the asteroids...

in order to keep out of sight,
shielded from LI DAR.

Intelligence says they'll fly right by-
then jump 'em.

Now, nobody's asking you
to wax their tails.

Your goal is to stall them.

Our forces
at Groombridge 34...

have doubled back, and are right now
passing through the Collie wormhole.

If we successfully
delay the enemy...

we'll have reinforcements
appearing from behind them...

and out of the sun.

And that's when we teach them
something every human knows-

payback's a bitch.

Now...

I'm here because I've been
in a knife fight with them.

They come at you in groups.
Check your six.

And they have a low angle of attack,
so keep your nose level.

Planes you've been issued have
an "upgripe'"in the retro- thrusters.

One more thing.

It's okay to be scared.

I'll see you in an hour.

Hawkes.

Cockpit engagement sequence
complete.

Cleared for launch.

Coming in. Stay tight.
Thrusters at ten percent.

Red Four, you're too close. 9:00!

We're tied on.
Acquired position alpha.

Commodore, the enemy forces
have adjusted their course.

If they continue,
they'll avert the asteroid field.

Saratoga...

- LIDARshows the enemy to be-
- Affirmative, Blue Leader.

- Will advise.
- Advise? They're moving away.

- Hold position.
- Could they know we're here?

No. They'd attack.

Something's got
to bring them our way.

Negative. Hold your position.

Wait him out.

~~~~

~~

~~

~ Hey, ho, let's go ~

~~Hey, ho
Let's go ~~

- ~~~~
- One of the 58th has moved out of position.

I'm baiting them past you.

- I'm going to help him out.
- Negative, Blue Leader.
Hold your position.

He'll bring 'em past.
Wait till we all can go.

I'm going in.
Fangs out.

They're locked in. Approaching position.
Stand by, Alpha Attack Wing.

-
- My control's froze.

Kill the right thruster,
you stupid Tank.

- Hurrah!
- That's a kill.

This is Red Leader.
A little help.

I'm losing thrust.
They're all over me. I can't hold it.

-
- Hawkes, hit the deck. I'm coming in head-on.

-
-

Bandit locked on you, Shane.
Check your six.

I can't shake it.

West, I can't get to her.

Hurrah.

- Popped 'im good, West.
- I didn't fire.

Who got the kill?

Sir, the Groombridge forces
are through the wormhole...

and are inflicting
severe damage on the enemy.

Damage is nominal.
Enemy in retreat. Return to base.

Objective achieved.

Yes.

of the Marine Corps
58th Squadron...

the many peoples of Earth
will breathe a single sigh of relief...

and tonight,
at their graduation ceremony...

we honor them.

I believe even the great leader
of the 20th century...

Winston Churchill
would agree-

never...

in the field of conflict...

has there been so much owed
by so many to so few.

We of Earth...

are proud and grateful.

Celebrate well.

Although I suppose
the break in the storm is momentary...

the thunder shall return...

and the lightning...

will certainly strike again.

- Thank you.
-

Hey.

Here you go.
We're gonna have a toast.

A toast.

Congratulations.

Sir, I-

Those words that day,
they kept us alive.

Save it.

You'll have all the chances
in the world to thank me.

I've just been assigned
as your squadron commander...

and if you ever pull anything like what
you did out there under my command...

the only medal you'll be wearing
are cuffs in the brig.

At least he doesn't yell.

Here's to Pags.

- Here's to being alive for one more hour.
- Cheers.

Other star systems,
older, larger...

continue to breathe.

The solar System dies
of crib death.

If that's what it takes...

then okay.

If I must wait that long,
then all right.

Because when I think of this...

nothing is more desirable
than the hope...

of watching that last day,
when the sun flickers out...

with you beside me.

We'll sit alone on a dark chunk of ice
at the top of the world...

and the stars above...

beyond, and between us...

will never shine brighter
as we drift away...

into space.