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Previously on Gene Roddenberry's Earth Final Conflict:

Zo'or, the ship's going to explode. What are you doing?

Excising the problem.

The mother ship, being an organically engineered life form,

is designed to regenerate itself.

This is our stasis wing.

Those who have reached the critical threshold are placed here.

- So you're rationing core energy. - Yes. We are dying.

I have four children aboard the mother ship.

Barely living in embryonic tubes.

- I fear I shall never see them again. - To lose your family is..

unimaginable.

Thanks you for listening, Renee.

Navigation is unable to correct the interface problem with the ID drives.

The mother ship is still locked on a low grade descent.

Shabra! I will deal with navigation.

You will initiate an override on all power grids.

Renee, you're still here?

Yes, still waiting for meeting with Zo'or.

So in the mean time I thought why not partake in a little industrial espionage.

It's not a good idea. Things are little tense around here right now.

Technical difficulties, whatnot, and you, my friend,

- have nearly worn out your welcome. - What? Since when?

Well, since your boss Joshua Doors destroyed the critical mass of Taelon core energy.

Since word got out of your ANA affiliations.

Touchy bunch, aren't they?

Why does it persist in defying us?

Perhaps, because we persist in defying her.

Renee?

All navigational and power sources are completely shut down.

We're under Earth's gravitational pull.

Revert to conventional drives.

Transfer not acknowledged.

There's a photon static. The ship's blocking data channels.

Can I get a medic over here?

Switch all systems to manual control.

Zo'or,

we're entering the Earth's atmosphere. We're in free fall.

Renee?

Manual control is not responding.

I am well aware of our status. Leave me.

Impact with Earth in less than 11 seconds.

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8. 7.

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They have come to Earth with the promise of peace.

An alien race called the Taelons.

But, there are those who resist these Alien Companions.

For the Taelons' true mission,

the secrets they hide

will forever alter our world.

The fate of humanity now relies

on those who dare challenge the future

of Earth.

Reverse thrusters are activated.

We're leveling up. All systems are back online.

We're now climbing at .27, staggered speed,

back to stationary orbit coordinates.

Then we has ascertain the cause of the systems' failure?

No not yet.

- I believe it's something internal. - In a word, sabotage.

Quarantine the ship and shut down the portals.

No human leaves here until I have a satisfactory answer.

He. Welcome back.

What happened?

- Where am I? - Easy.

Mother ship hit major turbulence. You took a nasty spill.

Probably got a concussion.

Just keep your eyes closed, alright?

Fine, I'm just... I'm just really cold.

Why am I so cold... Cold.

Renee, hang on. Doctor's here, alright?

She's bleeding internally, going into shock.

She must've sustain a blunt trauma injury.

You'll be fine, Renee, you hear me? You'll be fine.

She's critical.

Your concern for Mrs. Palmer is very touching, Major.

Your interrogations will just have to wait.

I'm only doing my duty.

That's half your problem, the other half is you enjoy it.

All Companion Protectors, please, report to main quarters immediately.

All Companion Protectors.

Duty calls, Major.

Notify me when she regains consciousness.

Umbena! To loyalty!

- Is there a problem, Kincaid? - No problem, just not drinking.

Not an option. We're talking Taelon tequila here.

Tradition.

Whenever our loyalty comes into question.

Drink up. Zo'or's waiting for my assessment.

You can't get drunk if your CVIs are functioning, right?

That's why Lt. Malley drummed up this ritual for you.

- What's your point, Major? - Ritual's outdated.

You know your CVIs are failing.

And without an artificial mindset

you need your own integrity.

Doesn't true loyalty spring from free choice?

It does for me.

Well, aren't you one smart smug son of a bitch?

I guess you feel you can shoot your mouth off

because you never had to undergo an implant.

Because you never had to work your way up the ranks. No, Da'an knighted you.

So, now you're too good to drink with us, is that it?

You're taking this way too personally, Lieutenant.

You bet your stripes I am.

I will not let you denigrate the memory of Protectors like Malley.

Six months ago, when Malley was still alive,

he'd kicked your butt from here to the bridge.

But I guess he's left that pleasure to me.

Is that you or the tequila talking, Lieutenant?

Me.

Anybody else here wanna question my loyalty?

Help me! No!

Somebody help me. Help me.

- Renee. - Liam.

- It's got my legs. - Hold on! Don't let go!

No!

No!

Don't let go.

No!

Renee! Renee!

From what you had described, it would appear that Mrs. Palmer

was transported by a magnetic energy aberration.

Okay. Where would this magnetic energy aberration take her?

That I cannot tell you.

Then give me the lay of the land here, the blueprints.

The mother ship must be following some preprogramed instructions.

Tell me what they are.

The mother ship is in a perpetual state of evolution.

She has been programed to think for herself.

But only within the parameters of the mission protocol.

The mission protocol?

As you have stated, we are wasting time.

This will help access any tissues seam within the ship.

Coupled with the use of a DNA scanner, you should be able to locate Mrs. Palmer.

Relax. You've got an internal bleeder.

And tensing up won't do it any good.

A little Taelon core energy absorption now should do the trick.

Work wonders for me.

I used to have burns over 75% of my body.

What wasn't smoked, was broken, torn apart,

ready to be shoveled into a body bag until mother...

I'm sorry, I'm... I'm yammering. I..

I haven't had decent company for a while.

Who are you?

A Companion Protector, Mrs. Palmer.

Reassigned to serve her majesty.

I... I don't understand.

The mother ship.

She chose me as I've chosen you.

The hell you have. You have no right to keep me here. Release me.

- I can't. - Why not?

Because... because I need you.

There are shadow forces at work within the Synod, Mrs. Palmer.

The mother ship knows this.

And she has chosen me as her Protector,

her guardian, her emissary

to steer the Taelons back on their proper course.

- You? Chosen? A human? - Yes, me, a human being.

Reconstituted, anointed a Taelon, but never the less, a human being,

who can't go alone anymore, hiding out under these walls,

under the skin.

Void of any human bond or connection, I can't...

I need you, Mrs. Palmer, for sanity sake.

Is that simple?

Alright.

But first I need you to do something for me.

Renee. I'm here.

I got your signal.

- Where are you? - She's safe.

She wanted you to know that.

Who are you?

- Have the guts to show yourself. - First the weapon.

On the table.

You were always such a pain, Major.

Malley. Lieutenant Malley?

It's impossible. The shuttle bombing...

- I was there, you're dead. - Negative, Kincaid.

My DOA tags have been removed.

But I'm still on active duty.

I've just been reassigned.

I knew I was a dead man

as soon as I heaved that bomb clear of T'than's shuttle.

Anyway, I portalled my sorry butt back to the med deck.

That's when mother took over. Then she...

put Jack back together here.

Mother? You mean the mother ship.

But, Jack, your funeral?

Much appreciated it. Oh.

I especially liked that 21 gun salute.

You see, that coffin that was jettisoned, that wasn't mine. No, sir.

That was a holographic ruse

of my remains sailing off into the sunset.

- I can't believe this. - Neither could I.

You know what saved me, Kincaid?

My implant, a damned CVI.

The relay frequency is encrypted in Taelon, right?

Well somehow mine got altered during the blast. And the mother ship,

she think she saved one of her own.

Oh, so, now she thinks you're a Taelon.

Oh, it gets better.

I can read her now, too.

Her wants, her needs,

her operational protocols, her distress signals.

We've bonded, Major.

Yeah, she allows you to engage in what?

Kidnapping?

I told you that woman is safe, damn it!

Sabotage, too?

That was an operational meltdown this morning.

It's part of an ongoing campaign to rid the Synod of any bad apples.

Beginning with Zo'or.

- What, are you staging a coup? - No, mother is.

The Taelon sole purpose was to come here for peace.

To engage a mutually beneficial relationship for humanity.

That was the mother ship was for. That was its prime mission.

But now,

it's been scrapped because of a cowardly few.

What does any of this have to do with Renee Palmer?

She needs help. You can't give it to her.

I can.

I know you care about her, but she will be well looked after.

- I assure you that. - Yeah, what if she doesn't want to be?

Goodnight, Kincaid.

Wait! Let me see her first, I gotta know if she's safe. Please!

- Liam. - Renee, you're okay?

- Yes. - You sure?

Yes, I'm fine now. I just...

Renee!

Liam!

Liam!

It didn't have to be this way.

This is earlier. Major Kincaid meets with this phantom suspect

suspected of kidnapping Mrs. Palmer.

The audio is scrambled but a retinal scan identifies him as Lt. Jack Malley,

a former Companion Protector.

- Former? - Yes.

Killed in the line of duty.

You may recall the bombing attempts several months ago on a Taelon embassy?

Lt. Malley was General T'than's Protector.

Of course.

And now Mrs. Palmer is his hostage.

Not a very wise choice on his part. Unless she is a willing one.

Mobilize search for this phantom Companion Protector.

This is not a very pleasant assignment,

but there's a traitor, a saboteur,

a phantom Protector hiding within the walls of the mother ship.

Renee Palmer, another suspected saboteur, is with him.

We believe...

- it is Lt. Jack Malley. - Man is dead, Sandoval.

I was there that day at the embassy. I saw him blown clear across the room.

We have evidence to the contrary, Roberts.

He is alive despite his wounds,

and we believe he is being aided in a campaign of subversion

by a fellow Protector.

So...

It is time for another test of loyalty.

I believe we'll start with you, Major.

You were right, Major.

I do enjoy my job.

I'm curious.

Is there any part of you that's still even vaguely human?

I trust you had a pleasant sleep.

These walls have eyes. They don't have ears Mrs. Palmer.

Son of a...

My mother, God rest her soul, would've resent that remark.

Are you alright?

Yeah, sure.

Always enjoy a little shock therapy in the afternoon.

It's like they're coming for you, Lieutenant.

Once more thanks to you.

I was a ghost, an enigma

until I was foolish enough to honor your request.

Come on.

If you really think you could hide inside these walls for ever

you've already gone over the edge.

Show respect! I've saved you from death!

And the least you could do

is steer past your ingratitude for one moment,

and try to see the big picture.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

But sometimes I think you'd give me up in a heartbeat.

Would you?

I'm trying to do the right thing here, Mrs. Palmer.

Given the opportunity.

Your friend, Major Kincaid, he understands that.

Otherwise he would've briefed Sandoval in full by now.

What are you talking about?

Oh, God.

He's strong.

He may make it through the first session. Maybe the second.

You call yourself human?

How can you just sit there and watch?

Turn the power off.

Oh. Oh, I see.

You need me now.

- Please, anything you want. - Anything I want.

What I want is for you to stay here with me.

Alright.

Alright, I will stay with you.

Now, shut it down.

I need to focus. Would you monitor the Volunteer search units for me, please.

Yeah, just hurry.

Yes. But first I... I have to flash out the nanobots

that Sandoval has injected him with.

His ears may bleed a little bit, bat that a small price to pay.

Done. Power's off.

End of interrogation.

What?

Sir, sensors have been activated in a sub-obs deck. We may have located our fugitives.

I'm on my way.

We'll continue it, Major.

Secure the deck. Watch for any energy aberration in the walls,

ceilings, even the floors. You see either suspect, shoot to kill.

It's your choice, Renee.

As you can see I'm still a little co-dependent on mother.

I'm sorry.

Why did you come back?

Not that I have any illusions.

To save myself, yes.

But also...

to try and understand what...

what it is you think you could accomplish here.

Put yourself in my skin for a moment, Mrs. Palmer?

I was a Companion Protector.

I swore to give my life to protect the Taelons.

Though in retrospect, I was often protecting evil.

And my reward for such a blind loyalty

a resurrection from the dead, and a new assignment.

The keys to the mother ship, mine.

Along with a...

a terrible responsibility.

Okay, you may not have had a choice back then but

you do now.

Did Noah had a choice

when God told him to build the ark.

Because that is exactly what the mother ship is.

An ark intend on rescuing a species.

So, I guess mother knows best.

You know...

despite what mother thinks,

I'm still a human being.

I know.

I'm more even now than ever was.

I am. I mean...

despite my hideous appearance.

I am not a monster.

I am not a monster.

I see that now.

And it's Renee.

Jack.

Will you follow me, please?

Double up the patrols, seal off every corridor above and below the obs deck.

- Go. - Yes, sir.

Lt. Roberts, what is this?

We don't torture or kill one of our own, Agent Sandoval.

And we don't defy direct orders from Zo'or.

We? What do you mean we?

Apparently you're the only Protector whose CVI's still working on overkill.

- That's irrelevant, and this is treason. - No.

This is a crime against humanity.

Fine. Take him, he's yours.

You'll explain to Zo'or.

- Thanks. - Save it.

I still want a rematch.

Listen, this is gonna sound bizarre, but Sandoval was somewhat on the level.

Lt. Malley is alive.

- What? - The mother ship revived him.

Pulled him inside the walls.

He's doing her biding now, so he says.

Look, I don't what to make of him.

All I know is he's holding a friend of mine hostage.

We need to find them before Zo'or does.

Suffer little children to come unto me,

and forbid them not.

Actually,

children is what I miss most.

What you're looking at is the future of the Taelons species.

They're unborn.

Taelons.

Taelons at their most fragile.

It's okay.

They're well protected here on this deck. They call it the womb,

Because any stray radiation may destroy them.

I thought the Taelons were all barren.

It's a half truth.

Some are still

physically able to procreate, but...

psychologically they can't make that happen.

They're blocked by fear of their own way of mortality.

They may as well be barren.

And these embryos?

Mother wouldn't allow them to develop past the embryonic stage.

Not until Taelons console their core energy crisis,

gone with the... the last Taelon parent.

So, the mother ship is programed to protect them

as if they were her own.

Yes.

But even if there were enough core energy to infuse them

she would still abstain,

things being what they are.

You mean with Zo'or leading the Synod.

Mission protocol didn't call for Taelon domination, Renee.

It called for Taelon-human cooperation.

Implants, mind control, genetic manipulation,

an army of human drones, these were not on the agenda.

So, why would mother want her unborn to enter such a world?

Why?

Jack, you are limiting Zo'or's options

as far as the operation of the mother ship goes but

you and the mother ship need to do something that would increase your leverage,

allow you to move in for the kill.

The overthrow.

No place like home, huh?

- Hey, I'm picking up Renee's DNA. - They were here.

Jack Malley, Lieutenant Indestructible.

He's completely flipped out, hasn't he?

That a call I'd rather not make right now.

Is that an access channel trough there?

Yeah, yeah, I'll check it out.

At last we meet.

I do not believe we have been properly introduced.

Oh, we have.

You pinned a medal on me once.

I am Companion Protector Lt. John J. Malley.

And I've come here to serve your exit paper, Zo'or.

You've been found unfit to command.

You, a human, dare to judge me?

No, the mother ship has judged you

for your willful and continuing degradation of the Taelon mission protocol.

I think it's time you step down.

And if I refuse?

The malfunctions will continue throughout the ship.

Top to bottom right down to the womb.

And that certainly wouldn't go well for you within the Synod, now would it?

Resign, Zo'or.

And save yourself further embarrassments.

- Zo'or, we've completed the sweep of... - The saboteur, eliminate him!

All units, suspect located in sub-bridge access level. Respond.

- Renee, you're okay? - Yeah.

Hurry. Come with me.

- Where are we going? - For a ride.

Taelons?

Unborn, in stasis.

Amazing.

No, no, no, no.

Jack?

It was an accident.

It was an accident.

I'd never kill a Taelon ever.

I just took it from the womb to get Zo'or to back down.

No!

You don't understand.

I just tried to set things right. That's all I tried to do.

- Jack, what's happening? - Mother, don't!

Don't.

No.

Please.

I'm not your enemy. I am not your enemy, mother.

Zo'or's doing.

Zo'or's doing, not mine.

Zo'or!

Mother ship turns against him.

Look out! Get down!

What's happening?

I think the mother ship isn't reading him as Taelon anymore.

- It treats him like a virus. - We have to help him.

No, we can't.

- We got to get out of here, Renee. - No.

- We're in the line of fire, come on! - No, I won't abandon him.

But you go.

Tell Da'an we have to portal Jack to Earth base hospital. That's his only chance.

Renee!

All the king's horses, and all the king's men.

I don't wanna live through this.

It's okay, it's okay. I've got you, it's okay.

Renee,

it's too late. I'm dead already.

I've just been on... I've just been on hold for a while.

No.

Listen to me, listen to me.

Promise me...

Let you and Kincaid...

to save my CVI.

It's our only link to the mother. Renee...

it's the only way to save us.

You can save all of us.

I promise.

I promise.

I beg you...

forgive me... forgive me.

Why?

Why?

Malley wasn't a murderer Da'an.

He was serving as the mother ship's Protector.

He superseded his authority, Liam.

No, she gave it to him.

He was her sword, her conscience.

The guardian of your primary mission protocol, whatever that is or was.

I will admit that Lt. Malley's communion with the mother ship

- has given me pause for reflection. - Look, I'm tired of dancing with you.

I'm tired of the games,

denials, manipulations. I'm tired of burying people, Da'an.

What's the big secret, huh?

Why the hell did you come here?

And what the hell do you want from us?

We want you to save us, Liam.

Three millennia ago my ancestors realized our fate.

We needed to find a species

with the intellectual promise to solve our energy dilemma.

We searched a thousand years.

And then one of our exploratory vessels

found Earth.

- Ma'el. - Correct.

So, we built the mother ship and gave her a primary mission

to come here,

and preserve us once we all enter the death stasis.

Preserve you for what?

For your evolution.

However long it takes.

She will enter Earth's orbit

and we will place our only hope for survival with humanity,

trusting your boundless drive and imagination

will one day do what we cannot:

prevent our entire species from passing into oblivion.

So, you need us to save your lives.

You've known for thousands of years.

Yes.

And still you seek to dominate and destroy us.

If only you had believed in us.

Then we would have compassion for you.

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