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James Dark Moon, by order
of theJudge Advocate General...

of the Army of
the United States of America...

you have been sentenced
to death...

for the murder of Lieutenant General
Louise Elizabeth Smith.

Make a statement
at this time.

I got something to say...|

But I guess no one cares
to hear it.

You're entitled to a statement.

Wish I could have
added to this life...

- instead of taking away.
-

But a man is what he is.

That's it.

-
- Who's at my hatch?

-
-

Sir, we have an unidentified
ISSAPC approaching. We have challenged.

- And?
- The response was a request...

to present you with a security password:
"Changing Woman. "

Clear them.

Place the Saratoga
on security alert.

All personnel, all decks...

are confined to quarters
until further notice.

Yes, sir.

-
-

We believed
the universe was ours.

Until one night in 2063, on
an Earth colony 16 light- years away...

they struck.

And now we are 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.

- 0530?
- They didn't sound reveille.

General Quarters.

You know, this could be it. I heard
this is how Roundhammer would start.

No. No, I heard it would be weeks
before D-Day 2. Months, maybe.

I heard it's been pushed up.
It's any day now.

Man, we all know it's gonna
happen. Just not where and when.

They should just come out
and tell us.

Maybe they're not saying anything
because Roundhammer's b. s.

Disinformation
to psych the Chigs...

- or us, somehow.
- No.

There's too much weirdness
going on for it not to be real.

The main weirdness goin' on
here is all these rumors.

It's just gossip.
Boredom killers.

If it happens, it'll happen.
When it happens, it'll happen.

~~~~

Looks like today's gonna be
the same old routine.

- Where is everybody?
- What's the deal here?

Mission briefing said
wheels up in ten mikes.

I don't even see a flight crew.

Flight deck 16, right? Maybe the war's
over, and they forgot to tell us.

No such luck.
I hear people working in there.

Let's check what's goin' on
through the O-room.

What are you people doin' standing around?

I want you out there bombing Chigs...

before they've had their
morning coffee and doughnuts.

Don't tell it to us- Sir.

Someone's locked us out.

- Security lockdown?
- You don't know what's goin' on, sir?

No, Wang, I don't.

Must have slipped the commander-in-chief's
mind when we teed off this morning.

Vansen heard crews working
on our Hammers in there.

Sir, our Hammers underwent
thorough maintenance inspection...

- after the last mission.
-

If they had found anything,
we would have been told.

It doesn't make sense.
Why give us orders we can't carry out?

Maybe it's just
a hangar door malfunction.

The mission's been scrubbed.|

- Every squadron?
- Just ours.

- Why would they do that to us?
- It's not up to us to ask why.

Now get back to your quarters.
Await further orders.

-
- Whoa!

Son, I don't know if you'll understand
what I'm about to say.

This is Rosilyn.
You damage her, you damage me.

And I will make you walk all 12. 6 light
years back to Fat Anthony's Guitar Parlor...

in Shreveport, Louisiana
to repair a single nick.

We wouldn't want that, now,
because I'd have to make him...

walk all the way to Country Dick's
Guitar Shop in Austin, Texas.

We're all secured here, sir!

Country Dick's! Whoo, well, baby.

Oh, man. It's been
a long time!

That night in Galveston.
We were bombed.

I drove those women away singin'
"The Ballad of Ira Hayes. "

You would have driven
anybody away, after six times in a row.

Speakin' of which: I was drivin'
through Arizona a few years ago.

I was with my people,
the Navajo, and...

I bought this off a guy
on the Pima reservation.

Claims it's an old letter signed by
Ira Hayes, that he wrote at IwoJima.

I doubt if it is,
but I thought about you, and-

Hell, I'd like to think it is.

I've been wondering
about Hayes a lot.

First Pima Indian
to become a Marine paratrooper.

Helped raise the flag
at IwoJima.

Became a hero
for a country that...

had massacred Native Americans.

They say he drowned
in a mud puddle. Drunk.

Did he ever feel he had been used?
That he'd done the right thing?

Would he have done it the same way again,
if he had a chance?

Too bad the dead don't get a chance
to redeem themselves.

Is there something that's troubling you
because of your new appointment?

You are now the highest-ranking
Native American officer in the world.

Although, it's hard for me to imagine you
in charge of anything...

called "intelligence. "

~~

The enemy seems to know our every move
in preparation for Roundhammer.

We don't know
if it's surveillance...

or if there is
a traitor amongst us.

Therefore, our mission here-

ultra-compartmentalized-

will alter that situation.

Once it's executed,
Operation Roundhammer is a go.

How much can you
tell an old friend?

I can only tell you
the details of the mission.

Just four people in the world
know the entire plan.

First thing I can
tell you, Glen...

is I will use one of
the Saratoga squadrons.

- The 58th.
- ~~~~

What I can tell you is...

the dead will redeem
themselves.

I don't know. Could we have flown
through some new enemy weapons fire...

and the techies are analyzing
the residue on our planes?

Seems more likely that there's
a defective part in the Hammerhead.

Maybe they're just
checking it out secretly.

Then why would they let
all the other Hammerheads fly today?

Why ground just us?

Now, don't look
when I say this...

but the woman
walking into the bar?

The-

I saw her going out on the flight deck
when we were locked out.

Coop? Go pump her.

- Say what now?
-

For information. Go on.|

Yeah. G. I. Geequed.
Go find out what's goin'on.

- Go.
- All right.

Evenin'.

Been aboard
the Saratoga long?

Long enough to want to leave, not long
enough to have completed my assignment.

- Which is?
-

- I'm sorry. My name's-
- Cooper Hawkes, Lieutenant.

948-98-01446.

Born at the InVitro
facility, Philadelphia.

Sentenced to the Marine Corps for
kicking the crap out of some punks...

who were really
trying to hang you.

Wild Card call name,
"Jack of Spades. "

An outstanding fighter pilot, awarded the
Montgomery Star for the Battle of the Belt.

Recently released from detoxification
for an addiction to green meanies.

Well-

- It was nice to meet you.
- We'll talk again.

- You get anything?
- The creeps.

Couldn't have been that big a deal,
if they got rid of Security.

Well, everything
looks all right.

Okay. Let me up. Let me up. Okay.

They put this in there, and I got a feeling
that they didn't want us to know about it.

-
- All right. !

Listen up. !

Your orders are as follows:
You're to fly in formation...

five M. S. K. 's away from the Saratoga
into the Doris region.

Doris? There's nothin'
goin' on down there.

You will be joined
by an APC...

on an intercepting course.

You will then deploy into a modified vic,
protecting the APC.

A squadron escort through a safe area, sir?
And to where?

I don't know.

You know as much as I do.
The orders.

That's all you need to know.

Look alive. We're five M. S. K. 's out.
Approaching rendezvous.

-
- Bogey, 3:00. I. F. F.

Bogey I. D. confirmed.
APC on intercept.

Let's give him a holler. Maybe they can
tell us what this mission's all about.

- Roger that.
-

This is Wild Cards to APC.
Request coordinates for escort.

This is Wild Cards to APC.
Please respond.

Come on, rude boy.
Start talkin'.

No response. He's flying
like he doesn't see us.

Somebody better do something,
before we get sideswiped.

Alter angle 90 degrees. We'll jump
on this guy from above. Hack!

I just tried all the frequencies.
No response.

This guy is D. U. I. !
He is stoned or dead.

He almost took me out.

APC, this is Wild Cards.
What the hell is your problem?

Respond on Tac One. Now!

I got three bogeys
straight ahead.

They're flying in classic
Chig formation.

- Confirm. Let's heat 'em up.
- Wait a mike.

I. F. F. confirms
targeting drones 12:00.

I don't get it. What, we came all the way
out here for target practice?

He scored a bull's-eye.
He sure went hot in a hurry.

That's not sayin' much,
against drones.

I'm holdin' off judgment
till he takes on the real thing.

Whoa, it's got me locked!

I'm taking hits!

- Can't juke him!
- Permission to retaliate?

Granted. Target that engine
and take him out.

Eat that!

- Return to home plate.
- We're just gonna leave whoever's in there...

- to drift in space?
- Note the coordinates for retrieval.

Relay it to the Saratoga.

Be advised, your flight
recorders will be confiscated.

You were involved in
a blue fire incident. This won't be good.

- They fired on us.
- Just keep quiet until you get attorneys.

Captain Vansen.

You're to follow me directly
to the interrogation room. Captain!

Each of them pulled the A. V. N.
Modules from their cockpits.

- It would have been a success otherwise.
- You gonna question her?

She put foreign objects in
our controls. Our controls. !

- Vansen!
- It is every pilot's right...

to know the condition of her craft.

You kept that right from us.
Without knowing the mission objectives...

we could not assume that we were not
being placed in danger.

Sir, we are not asking to be told information
that is not meant for us to know.

We are not afraid ofbeing
placed in jeopardy.

But we want to know
when we're being placed in it.

Sir. We can't trust you
if you don't trust us.

The APC locked on us.

Your insubordinate actions
made you a foe for the APC.

Oh, to hell with that. The pilots
fired on us. Let's talk to them.

There were no pilots.

Cancel interrogations. The 58th's
to report to the orientation room.

Immediately.

The following mission...

is classified
ultra- compartmentalized.

You are not to discuss it
amongst yourselves.

You are not to question it. You are
not to theorize, nor pose hypotheticals.

If any of you feels
incapable of doing so...

please speak up now
so that you may be dismissed...

with no consequences whatsoever
to your record.

Your assignment is as escort...

to an Inter-Solar System
Armored Personnel Carrier...

to the planet Eris.

There are two major obstacles
before you reach the target planet.

First,
enemy- occupied territory.

Defined by the Walden line.

And second, an asteroid belt...

that trails the planet Helios.

You will successfully negotiate
these obstacles...

fly to the Chig- held planet Eris...

and then, no doubt, encounter
further enemy activity.

At which time...

you will allow the ISSAPC
to become vulnerable...

and you will allow it
to be shot down.

Afterwards, you will
demonstrate behavior...

which could be interpreted
as squadron panic.

Then, turn tail
and run like hell.

Sir, are you
asking us to fail?

Failure...
will be our greatest success.

The APC will be piloted
via telepresence...

by Colonel Klingman,
here aboard the Saratoga.

This device,
which you removed from your cockpits...

interlinks the position and
velocity of your Hammerheads...

to the computers operating
the telepresence.

So that's what today
was all about.

There won't be anybody
on board the APC.

There'll be passengers
on the craft.

And we're to allow them
to be killed?

They'll never know what hit 'em.

That's all I can say
about the objectives.

Dismissed!

We're not supposed
to talk about it.

They want us to escort this thing
through two Chig fighter wings...

- only to let it get shot down?
- They're saying...

anyone on the APC
is expendable.

And what if
they're not the only ones?

Hmm?

I've been thinkin'.
The general said...

the passengers
would never feel a thing.

"Passengers. " To me,
that says they're not human.

I'm thinkin' they could be droppin' animals
or something on to the planet.

What, like, some
trained flying monkeys?

No, I mean- You know, something that
might freak 'em out a little.

Caesar used elephants
when they attacked the Britons...

because they had never seen one before.

They retreated, horrified.

More like they'd pump animals full of
some infectious disease the Chigs can't fight.

We're not supposed to discuss it.

You were the one who was
analyzing all the rumors.

And you were the one telling
everyone to ignore the rumors.

Yeah, well I think this
goes beyond just rumors.

- What turned you around?
- He told us the mission.

I still think they're not telling us
enough of what we're getting into.

- What could they be hiding?
- Look. !

I like to know the whole story,
but there's a reason...

that we're not supposed to know now-
we said it to his face.

We couldn't trust the general
ifhe didn't trust us.

He told us the mission.
All we can do is believe his word.

Captain? Message
from General Radford.

Think she knows
something we don't?

Coop. Where's the fire?

Maybe he knows something
we don't know.

They're dead, aren't they?

The 58? Don't tell me you've
succumbed to those bizarre rumors.

In World War II,
prior to D-Day...

the British placed false information
about the European invasion...

on the body of a man
who just died of pneumonia.

They dressed him as a high- ranking
officer, and put him in the English Channel.

Via submarine.

The Germans discovered the body,
and re-deployed several Panzer divisions...

away from the area.

It was a crucial deception
that aided the Allied victory.

The passengers in the APC
are dead.

If I knew, I couldn't confirm.

While looking into
the Second World War...

I found something else.

Operation "Naye'i. "

Naye'i is a Navajo word
for "alien gods. "

During the war...

we used Native Americans
as radio operators.

Navajo was the only native language
the enemy couldn't crack.

I assume any disinformation regarding
the location of Operation Roundhammer...

would be written in code, to make it appear
to the enemy to be top secret information.

We are not at liberty
to discuss this.

I have no problem with the mission-
if that's what it is.

But there is something
that bothers me, Commodore.

For disinformation
to be effective...

we would want the Chigs
to crack the code.

Why would the code
be written in a language...

that even other people on Earth
couldn't crack?

Unless we knew the enemy
was familiar with the language.

Naye'i. Alien gods.

- Colonel.
- Lieutenant.

I was wondering if you could
answer a few questions...

- about a-all this.
-

Telepresence has been
around for quite some time.

The Russians first used it
in 1998 to explore Mars.

Telepresence is an interactive
computer graphics system...

which provides the operator
with the illusion...

ofbeing immersed
in a simulated environment.

My question isn't really
about the system.

- It's about you.
- You got a problem with me?

- Yeah.
- Sit down.

You won't be there.
I mean, you yourself?

You seem okay to me. You seem like you
know what you're doin' with this stuff.

But a machine- All this?

It can't feel
what we do out there.

-
- When we're under enemy attack...

and it just becomes
one big hairy fur ball...

and you don't know up from down,
and your heart's pounding...

'cause you're taking enemy fire
from your 6:00 and 12:00...

and you barely have time
to think for yourself-

somehow we all just know.

We feel where each other are.

And I'm there for them,
and they're there for me.

- You're talking about situational awareness.
- Yeah!

And I don't see
how you can have it...

sitting in a closet
on the Saratoga.

Now, I'm not tryin'
to rag on you...

but have you ever had
your wingman-

a good buddy-
blown out of the sky...

then have to drive on while g-forces
are tearing you out of your seat?

I'm an engineer, Lieutenant.

And then puke all over yourself
when you came out of the roll?

- Yes, but not in an airplane.
- Have you ever been shot at?

No. I've never been in a dogfight.

But why must I have taken a life
in order for you to trust me?

This machine- These wires-

will save millions oflives.

This plan- My idea-

is my part to bring
everyone home soon.

Safe.

And I would think
you could believe in...

and trust someone...

who's working to be able to spend
a night with you back home...

rather than going out...

to look up your name
on some war memorial wall.

I believe in my plan.
I believe in myself.

It's what a machine can't feel.

That you and me can.

That scares me.

In more ways than one.

Sir. Captain Vansen
reporting as ordered, sir.

As you were, Captain.

That comment you made
to me about trust...

bordered on insubordination.

- Sir, the Captain apologizes for any-
- As a Lieutenant General...

I made a similar challenge
to the supreme commander.

I spent a year at Fort Grissom,
on the dark side of the moon.

I suppose trust can only be gained
by understanding someone.

- Do you agree?
- Yes, sir.

- Absolutely, sir.
- I can't understand too many people.

But people who know-
truly know...

what they are-

stand by it,
and live by it-

are so rare.

They are the ones
that go down in history.

In part because you will
lead Operation Naye'i...

but mainly because I respect
your challenge to me, I feel...

you're entitled to a bit more information
about the mission tomorrow morning.

- It doesn't leave this room.
- Yes, sir.

I need to tell another human about
my understanding of one of those...

who will go down in history.

And never know it.

He was born on the night
of a lunar eclipse.

In a Navajo reservation
in southern Utah.

They called him
Jimmie Dark Moon.

Jimmie spent his
whole life in trouble.

I met him in jail, when he stole
something from my sister's home.

I saw him
in the same cell...

where I sat
when I was young.

For throwing rocks
in library windows.

A recruiter came in and convinced me
I was wasting my life...

so I joined up.

I wanted to pay back that man
and giveJimmie the same break.

I'll never forget
the look on his face:

Sad resignation.

An ancient wisdom
to a teenage boy.

He spent the whole-
the whole time-

trying to convince me
it was useless.

That some people are born mean.
And he was one of them.

Two years after
he was in the corps...

he was assigned to
a lieutenant general...

who thought it was cute
to call him Tonto.

Some medals were stolen
out ofher office...

and without any hard evidence,
she accused Jimmie.

One night, he went
to her home to state his case.

No one will ever know
what happened between them.

I guess his life
just caught up with him.

He killed her.

Last week, he was
executed for that murder.

I see you, Captain,
as what I became...

and Jimmie is what I could have become,
but I will not surrender to that idea.

Jimmie believed
he was a villain.

I believe he had it inside him
to be a hero.

And tomorrow morning,
he's gonna prove it.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death...

"I will fear no evil:
For thou art with me;

"thy rod and thy staff
they comfort me.

"Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:

"Thou anointest my head with oil,
my cup runneth over.

"Surely, goodness and mercy shall
follow me all the days of my life:

"And I will dwell
in the house of the Lord forever.

"May the Lord bless you
and keep you.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Ghost. Amen. '"

Stand by for shuttle launch.

We are... locked.

58, you are looking good.

Roger that, Boss Ross.
Proceeding on designated course.

All we can do now is wait.|

Enemy squadrons now entering
the Helios system.

Okay, Cards.
It's gonna be rough.

Let's do what we gotta do
and drive on.

APC is a go.
We have you centered and holding.

Wild Cards, look alive.
We're in the hot zone.

Check right.
Chig squadron at 3:00.

- Klingman, check your 6:00.
- Behind you.

I see him.

-
- Boo- ya. !

- Greased him good, Colonel.
- Juke, Shane. Juke.

Enemy is superior.
Let's lose him in the asteroid field.

- Whoa, that was close.
- Look alive. It's getting thick.

- Look out, Vansen.
- Need help. They're locked onto me.

Hoo-rah!
Out of the yard.

Hoo-yah!

You're doing great, Colonel.

- I got trouble.
- Hang on. We're out of the asteroid field.

Enemy squadron,
12:00 high.

The interlocking system between
the APC and the Hammerheads is out.

Klingman. ! This is Hawkes.
I'll talk you through.

- Bandits on your 5:00!
- Behind you to the right.

- Jink left! Fire at 2:00!
- Ahead right.

All right, this is it.
Let's go, Olivier.

We need to let 'em
get an open shot.

Queen of Hearts,
go 10:00 high.

Wild Cards!
We are outnumbered.

APC down. Repeat!
APC is mayday.

Going down on planet.

Abort mission. ! Abort. !
Abort. !

Colonel Klingman?

Colonel?

58, it is too soon to tell
if our mission has been a success.

The bodies of those
we sent on this mission...

cannot be recovered
for a burial at space.

However, their sacrifice
will not go unrecognized.

On behalf ofJames Dark Moon, Captain
Vansen will accept the Montgomery Star.

Awarded posthumously.

I will create all around her.

The stars will be
all over the sky.

In the past, they all
had names, also direction.

So that nothing would go wrong
wherever you were on this Earth.

It is still the same way
that he made it.

-
- Now, we will set our minds.

Yes, we will give thanks
for all the stars in the sky.

This is the way
it should be in our minds.