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No enemy activity to report.
Currently 7. 5 M. S. K. 's out.

The sun'll rise, the Niners won't make
the play-offs, and I'll lose my shirt at poker.

That's a negative.

Come on, Brandt. Come clean.
The 35th is flying in tonight.

You know you want some time
with Captain Oakes.

- I'll neither confirm nor deny.
- The Faithful's flying in too?

It seems like every squadron in the Fifth Wing
is being called to the Saratoga.

Rumor has it the brass
has something big planned.

Okay, lose the scuttlebutt
over the radio. You know better.

This is Yellow Jacket.
I got an angel on the LI DAR. Confirm.

Negative.

Roger that. Negative.
Just a Toga at 5. 8 M. S. K. 's.

Juke right! Juke right!

- What happened?
- I got no bandits, visual or HUD!

- What the hell is going on?
- Someone talk to me. !

Good-bye, John.

We believed
the universe was ours.

Until one night in 2063,
on an Earth colony six light years away...

they struck.

And now, we're at war.

My name is Lieutenant Colonel
T. C. McQueen.

I'm an InVitro- A race of
artificially gestated humans.

I command a Marine Corps
squadron- The 58th.

They call us the Wild Cards.

We fight when called-

in space, on land and at sea.

To lose this war
means more than defeat.

To surrender
is to never go home.

All of us must rise to the call
above and beyond.

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You're working that olive
like it had bought you jewelry.

Well, I'm over this month's limit,
but I know...

there's another drink's worth
in this pimento.

Shame the nun there still has
this and last month's limit.

Oh, but it's goin' fast.

Hey, Shane, what's with you?

You've been, I don't know,
kind of weird...

ever since they said
the 35th was flying in.

I don't know. I-

I can't help this feeling...
somethin's gonna happen, you know?

Somethin's comin'.

Is this 'cause of all the talk...

about the old man planning
a big offensive?

Seven months in space
can make a girl fidgety.

And this ship is looking
awfully gray and cold.

And I, for one,
am getting sick and tired...

of looking at nothing
but rivets.

Ace to the king.

Three to the Finn.

Queen to the joker.

And a bullet to G. I. Geequed.

And I don't even need to see
another card. I'm out.

What? You guys are seeing my cards
in a mirror or something, right?

Ahh!

I thought InVitros were
supposed to be bad gamblers.

Well, don't look at me.
Talk to McQueen.

Talk to Colonel McQueen.

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I'm gone.

- Can I buy in?
- Pull up a chair, marine.

- You guys seen any action?
- We're the 58th.

Not bad.

I'm with the 35.

What do you hear about why
all these squadrons are being called in?

Ante up.

I ordered a double shot ofJ. D.

Well, sorry, zoomie.
No billet, no fill it.

I'm here to drink to the memory of a pilot
who this very day was killed in action.

You think you're gonna stop me
'cause I don't have a drink ticket?

Listen up, you maggot.
You got about a heartbeat...

to set me up with a double shot ofJ. D.
So that I can honor that memory.

You readin' me loud and clear?

Set us up.

Friend of yours?

More than a friend.

Then here's to Lt. Brandt.

You look older.

You don't look like a boy anymore.

I'm not.

He disappeared about
a hundred of these ago.

A hundred "more than just a friend"?

She's the only one
I've ever felt this way about...

since you.

Some soldiers we talked to
at Fort Bradley said...

they heard we're going
to land an invasion force at Hermes...

then planet-hop to a full-scale
invasion of the Chigs' home planet.

They don't know
the Chigs' home planet.

That's not what I heard.

I think we go in around Cerces.

They're calling all the squadrons in
for an air strike at Cora.

There's not gonna be any air strikes if they
don't figure out what's going on out there.

The entire 42nd Squadron
got it today.

Killed Captain Oakes'girlfriend, Lt. Brandt.
No one knows what hit 'em.

There was no Chig squadron
on the LI DAR? Nothin'?

- It's no squadron. One plane.
-

Chigs always fly in groups.

Not this one.

Air force guys in the Feynman region
are calling it "Chiggie Von Richthofen. "

- Chiggie what?
- Manfred Von Richthofen.

German ace of aces in World War I.
They called him the Red Baron.

Have they seen it?

They say don't even look.

'Cause if you see it,
you're dead.

You might as well be talking about ghosts and
werewolves, because there is no such thing.

There is no
Chiggie Von Richthofen.

You sound like a bunch of
old women at a quilting bee.

If the admiral has plans,
we'll know about it soon enough.

Till then, I raise two.

The worst thing is,
why isn't she here tonight?

No one will tell me.

It wasn't a classified mission.
There was no reports of alien activity.

No asteroids in the area.

No one will say why.

Even if you had a detailed report,
you'd still be wondering why.

It's the most-asked question.

Why did things turn out this way?

Thanks for the drinks.

Gentlemen, the mission you are about to
undertake is classified "compartmentalized. "

The objective is to deploy...

a miniature intelligence-
and-reconnaissance-gathering satellite...

into a polar orbit over
the planet Helios in the Ceres region.

As you know, this is deep
in enemy- occupied territory.

Sir...

we've heard talk
about an alien craft.

- Is there anything-
- There is no such craft.

Aye, aye, sir.

in 10, nine, eight...

seven, six, five...

four, three, two, one.

Launch.

Ooh. What the hell is that?

The second plane
was shot down moments afterwards.

Rumors of its existence
are rampant.

At what point
do we inform our people?

Inform them of what?

Our pilots never had time
to describe it.

It's cloaked or scrambled the D. M. S.
So no one can see it on playback.

We don't know what it is.

All we know is what it can do...

and we appear to be helpless
to stop it.

Be seated.

Now, I'm here to ask
an entire squadron...

to volunteer for a classified mission
in the Ceres region.

- Sir, I volunteer the 58th Squadron.
- I volunteer the 35th Squadron.

Sir, you specified an "entire squadron. "

Regretfully, the 35th is down a man
due to a recent casualty.

Sir, the 35th Squadron has flown
extensive missions within the Ceres region.

Respectfully, we have
more experience, sir.

Experience is what we need.

You get the call, 35.

- Thank you, sir.
- Sir.

In that case, I volunteer
to fill in the 35th's vacant slot.

Colonel?

This is an important mission.
Vansen's an excellent pilot.

35, Colonel McQueen
and Lt. Vansen...

remain in the "O'"room for briefing.

All others, dismissed.

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I've been looking everywhere.

- Time to go?
- In a few minutes.

- Let's go back inside.
- When this is out here?

Right there,
right in the top center area...

the Sea of Serenity.

That's where I did my marine corps
high-intensity survival training.

Mmm.

It must have been even more beautiful
to stand up there and look back.

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- Only 'cause I knew you were back here.

This song was brought here
on an optical disk so I could play it tonight.

This is for Marine Lt. John Oakes
and Shane Vansen.

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- What is this?

It's 95 years old.

It's sung by a woman
named Patsy Cline.

It was playing the night
that my dad proposed to my mom.

And now, it's playing the night
that I propose to you.

Shane, will you marry me?

I mean, maybe not now,
if you don't want.

It looks like I'll be stationed
on the U. S. S. Lincoln for a while.

- Baby-
- Shane, I know what it's like
to be away from you.

For months, let alone.

I can't take it.

I can't envision a life
without your eyes looking into mine.

I have no doubt, no fear...

I could happily belong to you...
forever.

Look at the moon.

Tomorrow night, it'll set
in a different spot.

A week from now, only half of it will shine.
In two weeks...

you won't even know
that it's there.

All that I believe is that...

no one can know how things will
be different, how things will change.

The only certainty is now...

and I sure don't believe in forever.

So...

that's a "no"?

No. That's a...

"Let's see where the moon is in five years. "

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35th, you are about
to participate in Operation Shadow Watch.

The objective is to deploy...

a miniature intelligence-
and- reconnaissance- gathering satellite...

into a polar orbit
over the planet Helios.

I was briefed on
Operation Shadow Watch.

I am not questioning the validity
of the mission nor its objectives.

However,
the use of an entire squadron...

to deploy one MI RG
and the nature of the directives...

indicates to a veteran pilot...

that the rumors of an alien ace
out there are true.

It does exist.

And, gentlemen, respectfully...

my senior officers appear scared.

We believe it is
a new form of fighter...

and there is most likely
just one being tested.

Then that's what our pilots
need to be told.

It's imperative
to keep this under wraps.

We're not keeping
anything under wraps.

We simply cannot have any cause for
hesitation during engagement, Colonel.

Hesitation?
These are our people!

You give us everything you've got,
and we'll go out and hunt it down.

And what are you gonna look for, Colonel?
No one has ever lived to see it.

Our pilots will never know
unless they are told of this situation.

Sir, respectfully...

you're sending them into the dark
without a light.

Colonel.

What I am about to divulge...

is our greatest military secret.

I expect you to act responsibly
with the information.

Deployment of the MI RG satellite
is the first small step in ending this war.

Sometime in the coming weeks,
the forces of Earth...

will engage in a major offensive...

landing a massive
expeditionary force...

in the Ceres star system.

The fifth planet from Helios...

we have learned,
is the enemy's home.

We will attack aggressively...

and drive the Chigs
to defeat and surrender.

Yes, sir.
Aggressively, sir.

This plan cannot be diverted...

by an obstacle
that no one can substantiate.

Gentlemen, until it is clear
what we are up against...

we are not to reveal
the existence of this alien craft.

In the 35th, we prefer to patrol
using a defensive combat spread.

Since the Chigs fly in swarms,
we attack using...

a strike- rejoin- strike,
loose deuce engagement.

Why not a bracket attack?
It keeps the squadron fighting as a team.

In all honesty,
Sullivan is a great wingman.

Chambers is okay.
Some of the others are weak.

Sullivan and me can do more damage
using the others as support.

I don't have that problem with the 58th.
I'd fight with any of'em.

Yeah, well, we fly in hotter zones.
The competition is tougher.

That's why I want you to hang back on
our six. I'm told you fly a tight tack turn.

If me and Sullivan get in a fur ball,
you'll be there for me.

Won't you?

You know I will.

So why did you volunteer?

It's my duty to volunteer
for any assignment.

One minute, you're competing with me
using the 58th.

The next minute,
you turn your back on them.

I would never
turn my back on them.

I just hope you're not risking your life
in order to make it up to me.

'Cause if you are, don't go.

Now you're one of them?

- Lieutenant.
- Sir.

- Good luck.
- Thank you, sir.

- Lieutenant.
- Sir.

- Good luck.
- Thank you, sir.

- Lieutenant.
- Captain.

Remember, I want you to remain
on my maximum six in formation.

Yes, sir.

I know pilots never wanna
talk about this...

but for me, prior to each mission
I like to shake everyone's hand...

in case it's for the last time.

Never told
any of the others that.

Then why are you telling me,
sir?

- Is that mike hot?
- No.

For telling you this,
I could be court-martialed.

There is something out there.

An alien ace,
or a new weapon.

Suspect everything.
Assume nothing.

If engaged, get the hell out.

Consider anything you see
compartmentalized...

and then report back
only to me.

-
- Colonel.

Am I doing the right thing?

- This is an important mission.
You're an outstanding pilot.
- Am I doing the right thing?

You mean if you're doing it
just for him?

There has to be something
beyond this war.

15,000 M. S. K. 's from Helios.
Commencing radio silence.

The MI RG got waxed!
I'm goin' hot!

Vansen, maintain radio silence.

LI DAR'S reading a malfunction
in the payload assist module.

Bogey, 9:00 low,
movin' back on our six.

I got nothing on the HUD.
Confirm.

Confirm. ! Confirm. !
It's locked on. ! Chaff andjink. !

Fox one!

Bogey dope.
Engage A. C. M.

Negative! Negative! Enemy is superior!
Get the hell out of Dodge!

Roger that.
Return to Home Plate.

You broke radio silence.
You revealed our position.

I had visual contact
of an enemy craft!

Our orders were not to divulge
our presence! I saw no such craft.

What the hell else killed those men?
If you hadn't-

Sullivan saw no such craft
on HUD or visual!

If you had listened to me
instead of the damned HUD...

- there would be three marines
standing here with us!
- We don't know that!

Now, I was the commanding
officer, Vansen!

For once, I'm supposed to call
the shots between us!

At ease, both of you!

Speak, Captain.

Lt. Vansen claims to have visually
contacted an alien aircraft.

Neither myself, Lt. Sullivan nor LI DAR
saw any such craft.

Lt. Vansen broke radio silence...

abandoned formation...

and then the lieutenant told us
to turn tail and run.

Now, I don't know if that's how
the 58th flies, but in the 38th-

I said, get back!

I was there for you, as ordered.

Lieutenant.

You were ordered not
to reveal your position.

Now, what evidence did you have
of enemy activity?

I am not at liberty to discuss
such evidence at the present time.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

- Now she's just trying to cover her ass.
-

Make a report, Captain.

It was approximately 17 meters.

Equal-distant tri-wing.

Span: 10 to 15 meters.

Angle of attack was much more pronounced
than standard enemy attack spacecraft.

I did not detect
any indication...

of the craft's position
on my SA-43 LI DAR.

And I believe that it is capable
of broadcasting false information.

The craft had a fuselage.

It was bullet- shaped.
And I didn't get a very good look...

however,
the nose had been marked.

Writing- English-

and a crude human skull.

Could you discern its message?

It read...

"Abandon All Hope. "

- Aces over eights.
-

I ain't doin' as good
as I was the other night.

And for as much as she hates the A. I. 's,
she sure gambles like one.

- Who's light?
- Vansen.

You in?

- Vansen?
- Let her go.

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That jukebox has every
Patsy Cline song but ours.

- ~~~~
- It's just as well.

Look, I checked out the cockpit's
D. C. L. replays and read Sullivan's report.

I just cleared my head...

and I know...

you were there for me...

this time.

I've always been there.

- ~~~~
- I hate the words you said to me that night.

Because I've come
to believe them.

It all started that night.

We drifted away after I could never imagine
you being out of my life.

The war began...

after everyone thought
there'd never be another.

Promotions, reassignments.

Shane...

I've seen so many people die.

John, I'm so sorry that she's not here.

But I'm not sorry that I am.

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Do you still
not believe in forever?

Yeah.

Only, unlike that night,
I'll no longer surrender to it.

The more something in life seems inevitable,
the harder I fight it.

And I now know that giving your life
to someone doesn't have to mean dying.

And I always wished that night,
I had given you mine.

Hey, guys, it's true.
There is a Chiggie Von Richthofen.

Ross announced that we're all
to report to a briefing at 0700.

They believe one alien fighter
is responsible...

for wiping out the 19th,
the 31 st and the 42nd Squadrons.

They confirmed it's what killed
Lt. Brandt.

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hiding...

is an enemy craft
that has killed your comrades.

If not destroyed,
it will kill you.

Not this day.

This morning, you will participate
in Operation Red Baron.

Now, hear this, C. F. B.

Your objective is to search for and remove
this enemy spacecraft from my sky.

Colonel.

Naval engineers have theorized
the Chigs are experimenting...

with an advanced LI DAR
signaling processing technology...

which allows this fighter
to cloak itself to our electronics.

Sir.

How do we detect it?

When a plane in
your formation goes down...

you'll know
you're in the school yard.

All our plans are on hold
until this Chig is destroyed.

We do not intend to wait around
while the enemy advances...

watching people die...

until a group of pencil-pushing,
rear-echelon engineers...

can develop a new technology
to combat the enemy.

Today, you will go out there...

find this bastard,
and you pile on!

Captain. For this mission,
we thought you might want this.

- Welcome aboard.
- Thank you.

Prepare for
Hammerhead engagement series.

Fighting Finns, this is Saratoga.
What is your position?

Saratoga, this is Finns.

We are 15 M. S. K. 's from Helios
heading 0-niner.

I'm taking fire!
Two planes are down!

- I can't see any-
-

Well, we found him.

What's the nearest squadron
to that region?

It's the 58th Squadron, sir.
The Wild Cards.

"Abandon All Hope" my ass.

Saratoga, this is Wild Cards.

Current position is five M. S. K. 's
above Helios, currently-

It's him!
Bandit, 5:00 low!

Jink!

-
- This is Oak Tree. I'm hit.

Hold on, John.
I'm comin' for you.

Negative, negative.
My weapons are disabled. I'm losing power.

I got a visual.

He's on our six!

Regroup! Regroup!

We're on his six.
Bring smoke!

I've lost contact.

He's locked on Vansen.

The cannons ain't doin'jack!

I can't shake him!

John.

We have 20 SAR teams
already on the planet.

Shane. I saw a flash
beneath the clouds.

I bet he ejected his cockpit.

- They'll find him.
- His Hammer didn't explode
on impact with the Chig.

I'm sure he made it.

- Queen Six to SAR 10. What do you got?
- Found him, sir.

SAR teams have found no remains
of Chiggie Von Richthofen.

He eluded the kill.

He's still out there.

John?

Where are you going?

To fight the inevitable.

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