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It is time for war.

- Help. - Better to stay hidden

and wait for him to recover.

You said you didn't love my other mom.

My real mom. That she was a mistake.

Am I a mistake, too?

I'll always find my way back to you.

I'm gonna miss it here.

You were out almost two months.

Thaedus believes he has won this war.

That he and his allies are safe on his adopted planet.

Thragg's returning to Viltrum.

He's gonna regroup there.

If we strike Thragg now, before he's joined by his remaining forces,

we may have a chance to end this war forever.

This is the third act of sabotage by the Relonian natives this week.

The species remains unusually defiant,

despite our clear demonstrations of Viltrumite superiority.

I recommend a planet-wide cull of the population

before they disrupt our mining operations any further.

They resist us because we are occupiers and we are cruel.

If we restrain ourselves, their labor will only aid in our goals.

Their labor is nothing without their fear and respect.

Decimation sets an example,

not only for them, but for the next misguided species.

Misguided?

Do Viltrumites not respect strength?

The courage to challenge one's oppressors?

They are nothing to us.

The fact that you believe otherwise makes me...

Regent Thragg.

Emperor Argall.

What is your counsel?

Thaedus, you say Viltrumites respect strength.

That is correct. We do.

But these creatures,

their strength is not true strength.

We must educate them not because of their defiance,

but because their weakness is an offense to the natural order of the universe.

You are young, Regent.

Perhaps you do not yet see the longer game...

Regent Thragg is correct.

Reduce the planet's population by 25%.

If they continue to resist,

eradicate them.

Emperor, I urge you to reconsider.

Do you?

Thaedus and I fought side by side at Capida Minor.

He was the strongest among our company,

the most ruthless.

Yet ever since he returned from his years in the Lay quadrant,

he speaks of mercy

and questions our ways.

It is troubling.

If you feel his weakness harms the empire,

take action.

Perhaps I am... mistaken.

Emperor Argall showed us our strength,

taught us our greatness,

gave us our destiny.

Because of him, all is ours.

All is ours.

The traitor has fled, but he will be found

and pay the price for his treason.

Be sure of that.

Even in death, Emperor Argall shows us

there is a sickness in our society,

poisoning us from within.

We will cut this cancer out.

You. Might you also betray us someday?

I will not, Grand Regent.

I do not believe you.

As our customs dictate,

I now assume the throne

as Grand Regent of Viltrum until one of Argall's

heirs can be found.

This is my first command.

Seek out the weakness that allowed this betrayal...

...and purge it from our midst.

Yes.

No.

It is done.

I will not repeat myself.

Yes, Grand Regent.

The blood that ran through our streets

has cleansed us.

For you, the strong,

your life is its own reward.

But our work is not yet done.

For even in death,

Argall still guides us.

We will follow his path

and take our place as the rightful rulers of the galaxy.

The universe itself will kneel.

As it was meant to be.

All is ours.

All is ours!

All is ours!

All is ours! All...

is ours!

I failed you, my emperor.

But I will not fail our people.

Not again.

All our intelligence agrees.

Thragg has retreated to Viltrum with no more than a few of his people.

The rest are on their way there,

but will not arrive for several days.

This is our chance,

a brief moment when the regent is vulnerable.

Um, Great Thaedus?

Don't get me wrong, I would love to kill Thragg

for, like, a million reasons. But won't that still leave us

with 40-something extra pissed-off Viltrumites out for revenge?

Since the assassination of Emperor Argall,

they have known no leader but Thragg.

His loss will leave them weak and directionless,

fighting amongst themselves as they did before.

It will not be easy,

but once Thragg is gone, the others will fall one by one.

Alone, Thragg could defeat any one of us.

But together, we have a chance to end this war forever.

The future of the galaxy

depends on us,

and we may not all return.

But it is worth any price

to show the Viltrum Empire, once and for all,

that even their strength does not make them...

We're on our way to fight this Thragg guy.

Um, it's just him,

plus two or three others,

versus eight of us, so... easy, right?

But apparently, he was specially trained from birth

to be the strongest Viltrumite ever.

Even my dad's freaking out about facing him.

Eve, I don't know.

This feels, uh...

this feels different.

And it's my last chance to record a message for you

just in case something happens,

and, um...

You know what?

You're never even gonna see this because

I love you and I'm coming back.

I cannot believe it. You, too?

I didn't say they were gross. I said I didn't want one.

Yeah, I know. No one does.

Hey, I'll eat anything.

My dad calls me the human garbage disposal.

I just never have much of an appetite when I'm nervous.

Also, those things have faces.

Your moo-cows have faces.

Okay, first, no one older than three calls them "moo-cows."

And second, they don't have faces when I eat them.

Why is everyone so nervous about fighting this Thragg guy?

No way he lives up to the hype.

You haven't seen the reports.

What do they say?

That he lives up to the hype.

We'll see.

You guys are all crazy.

You gotta eat something.

The Unopan is correct.

We must nourish ourselves before battle.

Later, we will feast on our enemies' entrails.

Or they on ours.

So this might be our last meal, huh?

Fantastic.

If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?

Burger Mart drive-thru.

Boom. Triple triple. Yes.

Ooh, with loaded fries from the secret menu.

It's my thing with my dad.

Actually, if I really had to pick,

Paul's spaghetti. He's my mom's boyfriend.

He makes his own meatballs and everything.

Mm. The Brain Bowl at the Galactic Grill.

I am already eating it.

My final meal will be my own blood,

as I choke on it, breathing my last breath

after a legendary battle with a superior opponent.

That will be a satisfying meal indeed.

Mmm!

Right?

You seem worried, Nolan.

I am.

You should be, too.

This is the best chance we've had in centuries

to end this conflict.

But that is not what troubles you.

No.

Thragg must die.

But the other Viltrumites...

You said it yourself,

they'll be weak and scattered without him.

And yet, still capable of untold death and destruction.

I will not risk even the smallest chance

their empire could rise again.

Mark and Oliver are part Viltrumite, too.

Everyone, we've reached Viltrum's sensor range.

Time to get ready.

We've only got ten of these?

You have no idea how difficult that sinlak poison

was to extract and refine.

Ah. Soon.

Thaedus is coming too?

He's, like, a million years...

...old.

Never mind.

Listen to me.

However strong you think you are,

Thragg is stronger.

Don't let him draw you away from the group.

That also means you don't try to take him on alone, Oliver.

I won't.

We stick together.

That's how we win this.

If anything happens,

just remember I...

Ah...

We know.

I am gonna be so bummed if I don't survive this.

Is everyone ready?

Stick to the plan.

Sneak in past their sensors,

then scour the planet as quickly as possible.

You all have coordinates for the regent's most likely locations.

When you find him,

call in everyone else.

Remember, Thragg's death

is the only thing that matters.

What are you waiting for?

Go save the galaxy already.

Whoa. Are those...

Yes.

After Emperor Argall's assassination and the Purge,

our empire expanded rapidly as we conquered planets

in memory of the leader we lost.

But it wasn't long before the scourge virus came

and took almost all of us.

This was the most fitting tomb we could think of.

Every time we left our home,

we'd be reminded of our weakness

and failure.

They will help conceal our approach.

Uh... guys?

Well, at least now we don't need to waste a lot of time

looking for him, right? Heh.

This changes nothing.

They knew we were coming.

It doesn't matter. Kill Thragg!

Yes!

Traitor!

You dare return here...

This bug juice better work!

Huh?

Eat shit!

Okay, it works! It definitely works!

Great! Shoot someone else!

I should have killed you both on Thraxa!

The betrayer!

You were always weak, Kregg.

Oliver!

So disappointing.

Your time on Earth has made you soft.

Don't count on it.

More!

More!

Allen! Get to Thaedus!

What? Oh, shit. On my way!

Kill him before he fires again!

It's not my gun you should be worried about.

Now!

Allen!

Save the darts!

These things are doing just fine on their own.

Go!

It's been too long, Nolan.

What do you want, Thragg?

Simply to talk to an old friend.

Since when do we talk?

We've always talked.

Some simply chose not to listen.

Then talk.

Come home, Nolan.

Come home and all will be forgiven.

We have no home.

This place is a tomb.

Viltrum is not a tomb!

Mm.

It is who we are.

We will restore it to what it was,

as we will restore our people to their rightful place

in the galaxy.

There's barely 40 of us left, Thragg.

Forty Viltrumites who know you better than you know yourself.

Who have fought beside you.

Who have suffered exactly the same way you have.

You're not my family anymore.

But the man who almost caused our extinction is?

I know Thaedus created the scourge virus.

And yet, you fight beside him.

He committed genocide on his own people.

To stop us from committing it on others.

You know we only ever did what was necessary to preserve order.

Like coming after my sons?

We tested your sons, as we have all been tested.

Do you think Thaedus will be as kind to them if he wins this war?

Ah.

I see you're not as naive as I feared.

Ridiculous creatures.

A distraction at best.

That is what you think of every species but your own, Lucan.

You'll soon learn better.

Hold on.

Repairing exterior object.

Thank... thank you.

It's all good. Just keep kicking ass.

This room once echoed with thousands of voices.

All united with the knowledge that the universe belonged to Viltrum.

Argall showed us this.

Taught us our true power.

Thaedus...

Thaedus was a coward.

You know that, don't you?

It doesn't change anything.

Fighting for him is fighting for your own destruction.

Your family's destruction.

I won't let him hurt my family.

You already have.

It's over, Thragg.

The entire galaxy is unified against us.

But it doesn't have to end with our extinction.

Agree to terms and I will stop this,

no matter what Thaedus wants.

Would our emperor ever agree to terms?

Look around, Thragg.

We lost.

Can't you see why all this fell?

This is our home.

We will rebuild it.

No.

You won't.

The death of any Viltrumite leaves a void in me.

Uh...

Hey, dickhead!

A black hole called.

It wants its suck back!

You are not one of us.

Oliver!

No!

The child was a failure.

He was no brother to you.

I killed Conquest.

I'll kill you, too.

Show me.

I'm not impressed.

Zoe!

Quick!

Ammunition depleted.

Oh, shit. I'm out.

Kill me if you can,

and die if you cannot,

so I may find a better foe.

Animal.

Finally!

No.

Everyone with me. Now.

Forget him. I need you.

What are we doing?

Space Racer, out front.

No! Stay with me.

No.

No way. We can't.

Mark. Trust me.

Space Racer.

Now!

No.

No!

Keep close.

Hold together!

Whoa.

Zoe!

It was the only way to show them the truth.

I know.

Oliver. Where's Oliver?

Viltrumites!

Your world is destroyed.

Surrender is your only option.

No!

I choose death!

Emperor Argall, you are avenged.

You are all next.

Thaedus. Oh, God.

Allen.

Find Oliver.

Allen!

Yeah. Yeah, o-okay.

I offered you forgiveness.

I offered you an honorable death.

Instead,

you destroyed everything.

I was too quick with Thaedus.

I won't make the same mistake with you.

Okay. I understand you are all a little surprised

and upset about what just happened.

Uh, Space Racer?

Space Racer!

Allen!

- Zoe! - It's okay,

I got him.

We have to go.

We can't leave Mark and Nolan.

And where's Oliver?

We can't help them.

You could have been a Viltrumite...

...but you chose to be noth...

How... how do we beat him?

Mark...

Dad!

What a waste.

Grand Regent, kill him.

They destroyed our home.

Silence.

We are too few already.

What are your orders, Grand Regent?

Hey.

Hey, buddy. Mark?

You awake?

You are.

Look at that. Welcome back.

Allen. How long...

Couple weeks. It was touch and go for a while.

Tell you, you guys sure know how to stress a Unopan out.

Where's Oliver? Where's my dad?

Dad.

You're alive.

Woke up yesterday.

Oliver.

He'll be okay.

He just needs time to heal.

What happened to Thragg and the others?

What's the last thing you remember?

Thragg had me.

You were... I-I thought you were dead.

Why'd he let us live?

Good question.

But we've got a bigger one.

What? Where are they?

That is the thing.

As all of you know...

Um, as all of you know, Thaedus is dead.

So the council asked someone to lead

until there's time to appoint his replacement.

And, well, believe it or not, it's this guy.

They mostly want me to deal with one small problem.

The remaining Viltrumites.

Yep. General Telia?

We have ships searching sector by sector, but so far, they've just disappeared.

It's freaking everyone out.

I mean, the hiding is a good sign, right?

It's not generally what Viltrumites like to, uh...

Uh, Mark? What's up?

They've gone to Earth.