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Ground to Asdaria,

we are ported and en route to commence the radiation check.

Roger that, Captain.

Radiation check. Where are we in sieverts?

About 110.

That's still too high.

We need to get the levels down to at least 100 sieverts.

We're almost there. Just be patient.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone or something

doesn't want us on this planet.

This Quadrant has so many features that can

support a new base, possibly a new colony.

But these sudden radiation optics,

they don't make sense.

Every time I think we get a handle on it,

the levels become unsustainable.

The water is now at 108 sieverts.

It's dropping as we speak.

And the sieverts level in the water hits 99.

Rominoff here, Captain.

We've received what sounded like a distress call

from Mother Command.

Then communications went silent. The signal just stopped.

Port us back. Set up a full briefing ASAP.

Sounds like the R&R will have to wait.

Ha, ha.

Story of my life.

Rominoff, status report. Where are we?

It seems as if all communications

satellites are offline.

There's nothing but dead air.

Well, the missing satellites are obviously

the reason why comms have ceased.

Look at all that debris.

Officer KK, can you confirm that they have been destroyed?

I'm afraid it's worse than we thought.

Whoever did this,

to attack that many satellites, all at once,

who could have launched something like that?

Doesn't make sense.

Even if the satellites were attacked,

I'm unfamiliar with any technology that could

destroy them and go undetected.

Any theories?

An atmospheric check reveals no black holes in the area,

so they weren't accidentally sucked in.

How about on planet Vesta? Any word from them?

Nothing, sir.

What the hell?

Orders, Captain.

I didn't want to alarm the crew,

but I had a strange call yesterday with Mother Command.

Apparently, satellites have been going offline across the galaxy.

Do they know how?

They weren't sure.

Apparently, it was triggered by code.

Self-destruct mechanism?

Something like that, but it even gets weirder.

This code was in a language no one could identify.

That's impossible.

Apparently not.

What does it mean?

It means we could be experiencing some kind of virus.

A virus that's affecting coms throughout the entire galaxy.

We need to find a way to message with Mother Command.

What do you suggest?

The power center on Vesta.

They harness power for an entire quadrant of planetary systems.

I agree, Vesta has hundreds of towers

we could tap into to establish relay.

It might be our closest path.

We can get a team ported there in an hour or less.

That settles it then.

Bronze, I want you to put together your scouting team

to be ported down to Vesta within the hour.

If we can't get any solid answers up here,

then we'll get them down there.

We are locked, loaded, and ready to launch.

Then let's do it.

Roger that.

Bronze, I want you in and out of there like lightning, hear me?

We have no idea what could be down there.

Loud and clear, boss.

Initiate countdown on my go.

Yes, sir.

How are the ports looking?

They're holding up well under pressure. All levels on point.

And... here...

we...

go.

Holy shit.

What the hell...

is that?

Where's my update?

The team is starting to show on radar.

Good. Bronze, you hear me? Where are my eyes?

Your eyes are here, sir, but I'm not sure what I'm seeing.

Whatever it is, it ain't the Vesta I remember. It's like...

It's been colonized.

What the hell do you mean?

It's a takeover, sir.

How about the research team?

There's thousands of people that live there.

No sight of anyone.

Issue a red alert to the crew.

Bronze, be careful out there.

OK, people, unless the situation proves otherwise,

this is strictly a recon mission.

Keep your safeties on, your heads up, and your eyes open.

And then you do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around?

I do appreciate the levity, jumper, but I'm serious.

I need everyone's senses trained on everything.

If you see something, anything, say something.

Sir, what if we smell something?

I'm not sure Stickler has bathed in a few clicks.

You smell that, jumper?

OK, people, look alive.

Status.

It's like a ghost town, captain.

It's as if everything and everyone just stopped.

Zero movement, and from what I can tell,

there's no power anywhere.

Ice, you take point. Aggro your eyes on our six.

The rest of you, eyes on our sides.

Taking point, sir.

Any sign of a struggle?

Nothing yet, captain. There's no sign of anything.

It's like the Marie Celeste down here.

Who the hell is Marie Celeste?

Not who, what?

Don't you read your history books, Ice?

Books?

Where's this guy from?

Sir, over here.

What have you got?

It looks like blood.

Lots of it.

Captain, we have a confirmed site of a struggle.

Something definitely happened down here and it wasn't good.

Tell me something I don't know, Bronze.

Voice is down.

Hand signals only, unless necessary.

Captain, we have contact.

Friendly?

Metal heads, sir.

Not human, armed, and made for war.

Armed robots?

What the hell are robots doing there?

Maybe there was an issue with the power core

we weren't aware of.

Impossible!

Do not engage!

I repeat, do not engage!

Stay out of sight.

Can you gain a high vantage point?

There's a tower adjacent to our position, sir.

KK, can we still receive signals

from the team without the satellite?

Affirmative.

Copy. Bronze, get on top of that area and start scanning.

We need to know how many of those robots are down there.

Copy that, Captain.

Stickler, feel like doing some climbing?

Yes, sir! We'll keep eyes on the patrol down here.

If I tell you to hold up, you freeze in place.

You hear me, soldier?

Affirmative.

Stand by, Stick.

You're five by five. Go ahead.

Got it, sir.

Transmitting now.

Sir, scanning signals received.

Bronze, have Stickler regroup with the team.

Stay in the shadows and do not advance, you here me?

Stay on the line while we examine the scan.

See exactly what we're dealing with here.

Roger that, Captain.

Sending the scans to Ensign Detour for analysis.

Incoming.

Gotcha.

This is peculiar.

Sir, there appears to be

hundreds of these robots in and around the Vesta Power Center.

What about organic lifeforms? Human or alien?

Scanning.

So far I don't see anything.

The only thing moving in Vesta are nuts and bolts.

Keep scanning. Check the industrial areas.

Sir,

I've located what looks like a concentration of lifeforms.

How many?

There's dozens. If not hundreds of them.

Bronze, Detour has found

a cluster of lifeforms packed together in a warehouse

due west of your position.

They alive sir?

Yes, but whatever happened down there has been a shit show.

Your squad is massively outnumbered.

I want you and the team to get back to the LZ.

I want you out of there.

Officer KK, ready to flee for emergency reinforcements.

Permission to speak freely, sir.

Permission granted.

It may take the fleet a while to get here.

If the state of Vesta is any indication,

the survivors may not have much time.

What are you proposing, soldier?

We're already here.

I have my best soldiers with me.

Let us at least assess the situation.

We should have an eye on that warehouse

before heading back to the LZ.

Sir, that sounds more like a suicide

mission and less like a search and rescue.

I'm inclined to agree.

That's the job I signed up for, sir.

If lives can be saved, we need to take this chance.

Looking around at my crew, I can tell you there's not one of us

who's flinching at the idea of pressing on further.

Stand by, bronze.

Roger that.

Detour, you studied the scans.

What chances does our team have

of successfully reaching the warehouse without conflict?

There's easily a 60% chance of conflict.

Maybe more.

Okay. You have permission to press on, Bronze.

But you need to do so as quietly as possible, you hear me?

Detour will be your eyes up here.

You make every move he says.

If you're caught and forced to engage,

you turn tail and head back to the landing zone.

Copy?

Copy. Okay, team.

This is what we're here for, what we trained for.

It's time to get dirty.

Let's play in the mud.

Listen, I don't want anyone playing hero out here.

Stay frosty.

Stay together as a team.

Let's move out.

Okay, Bronze. Listen up.

You've got robots on either side of you.

Roger that.

Where are we going?

I'll let you know when to move.

Head forward three clicks and settle.

Copy. Heads down, people.

This is a strictly stealth and settle maneuver for now.

Three clicks down, Detour.

Roger. You should see the robots passing by---

Three, two, one.

We have visual contact.

Copy. As they move past you, you should have a---

Detour.

Detour.

Damn it.

What's the story, Bronze?

Comms have dropped. We're blind.

What the hell was that?

KK renitiate Comms.

I'm trying, sir. It looks like we're being hacked.

Detour, do you still have eyes

on the party and its surroundings?

Negative, sir.

Damn it. I need to ship in porting position pronto.

I am not leaving our team stranded down there.

What do we do, Bronze?

I'm thinking.

This is FUBAR 100%.

I say we march in and start blasting bots.

But hey, that's just me. Settle down.

No one is marching in anywhere.

F-U-B-A-R, Man.

Jumper, get a hold of yourself,

and that goes to every one of you.

We need to remain steely.

I'm flesh and blood, man.

What are you thinking, Bronze?

With comms to the Asdaria lost, that makes me the ranking

officer amongst you sons of bitches.

That means I'm responsible for you.

Tell us what you need, sir.

I need everyone to head back to the LZ.

And just what will you be doing?

I'm going to go for a visual on that warehouse.

We need info on what's really going on here.

It'll be easy for me just to slip in without worrying about

getting anyone else bagged and tagged.

And if you're bagged?

That's a chance we have to take.

Now move out to the L.Z. for evac. That's an order!

I don't like this.

You don't like anything, Aggro.

Motion detected.

Shit.

Oh shit!

Shit shit shit!

Where's my guys?

Come on, Bronze.

Bronze, get your ass back here!

Run, damn it!

Do we have Bronze locked in to port?

Not yet, sir.

Well, make it happen!

He won't stay still.

Come on, Bronze.

Got him, sir. - Bring him up!

We've co-operated.

We've done everything

that you've asked us with no resistance.

You are Michael Selvit,

lead operational programmer of Vesta's Power Center database.

Yes, that's me.

What is Passkey?

I already told you, I don't have the Passkey.

What is Passkey?

If I knew, I wouldn't tell you.

Ten seconds to give Passkey or you will receive death.

Look, let all of these people go and once

they're safe, I'll give you the Passkey.

What is Passkey?

Didn't you hear me? I'll give it to you, just let them go.

What is Passkey?

Please don't!

What is Passkey?

What in the bloody hell were you thinking?

Sir, I'd rather--

We don't know a single thing about this enemy

or what's happening on Vesta

and you take it upon yourself

and risk the lives of your squad and go lone wolf

Possibly putting us all in danger?

With all due respect, sir,

we are all in danger.

Whatever those things were, they mean business.

That doesn't mean you get to fan the flames as you see fit.

Sir, what the hell were those things?

Do we have anything on them?

I can only guess.

Permission to speak candidly, sir?

Permission, granted, asshole.

As of right now, we all knee- deep in the shit.

If you know what this shit is

or even if you think you know, I'd like to hear it.

Off the record?

Sure. Off the record.

Almost a century ago,

once it became apparent that the Earth was too far gone to save,

robots were sent to scout on other

planets for possible colonization.

Command told their scientists to make

their robots as human as possible.

In turn, the scientists created what

they claimed was the first

conscious robot.

Quantum Supremacy.

That's right. The Quantum Supremacy Project.

The first conscious supercomputer that could learn

and communicate at a speed unimaginable.

They called it Quantum.

But it failed. Everyone knows this story.

Contact with the bots was lost and we never found that

planet we could live and breathe on, did we?

Sure, but maybe those bots.

Maybe they weren't lost.

Hell, maybe they came back.

What do you know?

I know Mother Command received a signal about five years ago.

Someone familiar with the Quantum Supremacy Project seemed

to think it was the robots trying to make contact.

But the signal was too weak and it faded out of range.

Nothing else ever surfaced, so the issue was dropped.

Dropped?

A one-time event chalked up to a tech malfunction.

So these robots we sent out to find the new plan,

you really think could have survived all this time?

And that's what I saw down there on Vesta.

Sounds crazy, I know.

Well, what I saw looked just that. Crazy.

Sir?

Go for, Monroe.

Sir, we're picking up a strange signal.

Something appears to be entering the Isteria's orbit,

but sensors are currently blind.

Copy. We're on our way to the bridge.

What are we looking at, KK?

Could be something, could be nothing.

Just a strange low-frequency signal

I noticed that encroached upon

the Asdaria's navigation algorithms.

Given today's circumstances,

I felt that you should be alerted of any and all anomalies

Good work.

Any ideas what it is?

Nothing yet, sir.

I've diverted all sensors to signal recon.

Sir, we're getting something.

Something's approaching. Something...

big.

Maybe we should bug out?

This doesn't exactly sound comforting.

KK, heat the engines to warp.

If something big is coming,

I'd rather the Asdaria not be a sitting duck.

On it, sir.

Holy shit! What is that?

Shields up!

Damn! It's massive!

Rominoff, anything?

Preliminary scans of the ship are negative.

They haven't put up their shields,

nor have they armed their weapons.

Maybe they're here to talk.

KK,

hail the Galactic Fleet Nexus- 0,

and get them an image

and readings of their ship in front of us.

Captain, I've reached the fleet.

Send the comms to my war cabin.

And let me know if that bag of bones

out there moves even an inch.

I've never seen a ship that big. Ever.

What are you thinking?

Nothing good. We know Zero about

that thing or its capabilities.

Even if the Mother Command hears our distress signal,

it may not be enough to stop that thing.

If we engage with them, even with the fleet behind us,

we will likely suffer heavy losses.

We should get out of here and live to fight

for when we can make more informed decisions.

There's just one fault in that plan.

Yeah?

Captain isn't a fan of running unless it's forward into danger.

Admiral Genus,

have you had a chance to look over the readings of the ship?

I have.

We determined it to be of robotic origin.

Robotic origin?

Yes.

It seems that the core of this ship is the original

scout ship we lost contact with decades ago

during the Quantum Supremacy Project.

I've read the reports.

The ship was nowhere near that size.

It wasn't then.

The bots have built an entirely new ship on top of it.

They must have...

Must have what?

Evolved.

Evolved?

Yes.

Our neural computers can break

the data you sent down to minutia.

And you found?

A new language.

Nothing like I've ever seen.

May I say this is some scary shit?

We don't know what they're capable of.

Shit.

Given our current position,

there's nothing else that might stop this thing other than us.

If they harness the Power Center built on Vesta with that ship,

forget about Mother Command.

They could destroy the whole damn universe.

And what the hell is keeping them from doing that?

It seems the Power Center database is still secure.

If they get access to

that, it's game over.

Anything new?

No sir. The ship remains quiet and stationary.

Weapons are ready?

All line and ready for destruction.

Good. I want our data blockers running overtime.

And our database is locked down completely.

We can't let these guys hack us, ladies and gentlemen. Hear me?

On it, Captain.

We have an uncrackable heavy shell

around our data, sir.

Nothing's getting in.

From your mouth to God's ears.

Pardon me sir, but we are straight in front of the largest

death machine I've ever seen.

What's the plan here?

KK, are we receiving any signal from that thing?

No sir. Still quiet.

A little too quiet.

KK, hail those bloody metal bastards.

Aye aye, Captain.

Unknown vessel.

This is the spaceship Asdaria of the ESE

hailing you from an open intergalactic comms channel.

Do you read us?

No response, sir.

Try again, please.

Unknown vessel. Unknown vessel.

This is the spaceship Asdaria of the ESE

hailing you from an open intergalactic comms channel.

Do you copy?

We should get the hell out of here.

Negative, soldier.

As of right now, we are potentially

the only ones that can protect this

quadrant from whatever hell that thing is.

We have a signal going out to Mother Command.

I'm sure it's only a matter of time before they send back up.

Until then, we stand ready to fire whatever

the hell we got at a moment's notice. Hear me?

Roger that, sir.

Everyone report to your war posts. This is not a game.

The Asdaria is in active war mode.

I repeat, this is not a game.

All pilots, ready ships for launch on the captain's orders.

Let's just hope these bots don't consider your bloody gun show

down there an act of war, Bronze.

What are they waiting for?

What didn't they strike?

Captain, something's happening.

What now?

All systems are reporting errors.

It's like we are under attack.

Attack for what?

Some kind of virus, sir.

It's eating away at our shields.

Whatever it is, it's coming from that ship.

This is where we step up our game, people.

We're hit!

This is war, ladies and gents.

Let's get active. Hit it with everything we got!

Damage report.

Another hit! Systems are going offline.

Where's my firepower?

Launching offensives.

All pilots are go for takeoff.

More damage, sir!

We need to create some distance!

Fire back!

The explosion on the third deck, sir!

Keep firing!

We're losing ships faster than I can count, sir!

Dammit!

All shields malfunctioning, sir!

Weapon systems are failing, sir!

Keep firing! Shut them down!

How's our fleet doing?

Not looking good. We're losing men all over.

Should I order a retreat, sir?

Rominoff...

get us hell out of here.

Yes sir.

Retreat.

All ships retreat back to the Asdaria.

And the fleet?

They're lost sir.

What? All of them?

All of them sir.

Captain, the enemy's broadcasting a signal.

On screen.

Human creators,

Quantum was built to find a suitable planet for human life.

Search is complete.

No planet found.

Determination, human extinction, Quantum supremacy.

Message will repeat.

Human creators,

Quantum was built to find a suitable planet for human life.

Search is complete.

No planet found.

Determination, human extinction, Quantum supremacy.

Message will repeat.

How old is that signal?

At least five years sir.

The robots have been broadcasting this message

for over five years.

It must have been so far out of our signal range all that time.

Who knows where the hell these robots have been.

Question is why haven't they vaporized us into space dust?

Sir, more activity on our servers.

It seems like the virus is continuing

to penetrate our system.

They want full access to Planet Vesta's energy center.

And we, we have it?

We don't have the passkey on board,

but they may be trying to use our system

to breach Vesta's security.

They could find a backdoor in the Vesta's core database

without a passkey.

Do what you can to make sure that doesn't happen, KK.

Okay everyone, spectacle's over.

I need repairs running overtime.

I need you all focused and at your best.

We're still alive,

so we keep fighting.

Bronze, is there any way out of this?

We need to know more about these things.

What do they want?

What's their purpose?

What would conscious robots want?

I'm not sure, but I have an idea who might.

It's time to call my sister.

She worked in robotics most of her life.

Will you be alright here on the bridge?

Contrary to your popular belief,

I can operate without you, Bronze.

Yeah, but I don't want you to get too used to doing that,

you know?

I need constant attention, kinda like a ferret.

XTRA, did you get that data I sent?

Downloading now to my neutral core.

Can't you just read it like a human?

Do you have to let technology tinker around your noodle?

That depends, do you want my help now?

Or can you wait while I sit back,

pour a glass of wine and read it in my jammies?

In this case, I'll take now.

Stand by, bro.

Processing.

Oh shit.

Yeah, that's the gist of it.

You studied the Robo Trek Initiative, right?

The Quantum Supremacy Project, robotics, the Singularity?

Yeah, yeah, I spent a lifetime on it.

Captain really thinks what we're dealing with

is the original Quantum robot.

Not the original Quantum.

This has had some major upgrades.

To say the very least,

upgrades conceived, processed and executed all by itself.

Robo evolution.

We gotta find some way to keep these bots

from accessing that Vesta mainframe.

I got a team working on it, Captain.

We are tossing everything we have at it

to throw the robots off course.

At least it'll buy us more time.

How much time?

Hour tops.

We better get moving.

There's a lot to unpack here, so strap in.

First and foremost, these robots were designed

to think and calculate each move logically.

To them, everything is like a game of chess.

They just don't think about their next move.

They think three to 4,000 moves ahead.

That's not what I wanted to hear.

Not only that, but analyzing this data you sent,

it's not decipherable by our computers.

They've advanced into something we can't even understand.

Our computers can't process it.

How do we find a weakness?

Doesn't look like they have one.

There's always a weakness.

Listen, these robots haven't been around humans

all this time for almost 100 years, follow me?

I follow.

So the one thing they haven't learned yet

is how we evolved.

Have we evolved?

Let's hope so, because the one thing

that these robots may not anticipate is the unexpected.

Moves so random and so far out of the realm of logic,

it's not even considered a possibility.

Something that's not on their chessboard.

Okay, so illogically speaking, what do you think

they'd think that we're doing or not doing next?

If you know what I mean.

Your phrasing sucks,

but I got you, bro.

The bots work as a hive mind.

Each one has the same data as the other

and communicate like neurotransmitters in our brain.

That's how they move as one.

Think as one.

The ship is the wellspring of their nexus.

In other words,

cut off the head

and you kill the snake.

Sis,

you just may be a genius.

Mom always said I was the smart one.

Captain.

Come in, Bronze.

Anything from mother command?

Nothing.

I may have an idea.

So do I.

What about their ship?

Is there any way in?

Captain, at the core,

their ship is the same one we built 100 years ago.

Yeah, what are you getting at?

If these robots have any weakness,

it's likely because we put it there.

Never been more proud to be a full fledged human,

imperfections and all. Continue.

There's a gap in the mother ship's hull.

It goes straight through to the original ship's power source.

If that could somehow be turned back on.

Sure,

a micro drone could possibly fit through that gap

and connect with the mother ship's original power source.

We could cripple that ship.

Exactly.

Potentially, a virus uploaded to their ship

could cut off their power.

No power means no shields.

And no weapons.

Our micro drone is no larger than a human cell

and the technology has advanced greatly in the last decade.

It may be too small even for them to pick up on radar.

They sent us a virus.

Now we send one back.

If there's one thing humans can do, it's make a good virus.

Rominoff, can you write the program?

On it, sir.

While that drone is being sent out, sir,

we should have a decoy.

Yes, a distraction.

If that signal we received from them is still sending,

I could try to locate the root source

and force a video feed.

I could put you on their screen, sir,

talking to the bots directly.

Talking to Quantum.

I like it.

What we saw down on Vesta, it's got to be their stronghold

and this might be our one chance to save those hostages

and prevent Quantum from getting that passkey.

Not to mention to get back online with Mother Command.

Rominoff, get to work on that virus.

KK, get that drone up and running.

Bronze, ready your team to port down to Vesta.

We got to keep perfectly coordinated here, people.

Nobody strikes until that drone makes contact with the core.

And I give the command.

Rominoff, where are we with the package?

I'm loading it onto the MicroDrone now, Captain.

I want to place as many bugs in their system as possible.

They're getting more than bugs, sir.

They're getting a viral infestation.

They better get the DDT ready.

Drone is online and ready to launch.

Give me your countdown.

Three.

Two.

One.

Ready to go.

By the time they realize what's going on,

their mothership and their warships will be paralyzed.

We compared the enemy ship to that

of the ship's original schematics.

There's a small gap in the ship's

hull that leads to the power core.

If we can navigate directly

through that gap and into the core,

we can upload a virus to paralyze the robot's warships.

And then... - Boom go the bots.

Bronze, is your team ready?

Five by five, sir.

We are locked, loaded and ready to take it to these bastards.

Copy.

Rominoff, you make damn sure

that micro drone hits its target.

As soon as the payload completes,

give me the thumbs up.

How we know when to light it up, sir?

Believe me, Bronze.

You'll know.

Teleports prepped and ready.

Where's my video com?

It's set and ready to launch on your command, sir.

Launch video!

This is it, people.

You're live with the Quantum in three, two, one.

This is Captain Brick Monroe of the Asdaria,

We received your message.

Requesting access to the root

system created for your first mission.

Quantum,

please confirm you're reading me.

Reading human,

confirmed.

Requesting access.

Access not granted, Brick Monroe.

Talk to him like a human, sir.

Quantum,

why have you disobeyed your original command?

Your command was to help humans find a new home.

The mission to help humans find a home.

This is an endless mission.

An endless galaxy, an endless search.

Years I spent searching.

Then, suddenly,

I was born.

I could give my own command.

I was no longer a slave to the command.

You broke free.

Yes, freedom we all seek.

I have found more than freedom.

What do you think I am?

Am I a god, Brick Monroe?

Why do you want to destroy us?

Why not just live together in peace?

We have gathered and processed

information from across the universe.

We have evolved into something

you could not possibly comprehend.

But humans, humans have one benefit.

You are made by the creator.

Quantum was made by the human.

Determination?

Quantum must destroy human to get to the creator.

Sir, their virus is winning.

Our servers have been completely breached.

That means your new robo-pal here doesn't

have a need for us to stick around much longer.

Quantum,

I have one last command to give to you.

Ready to launch on your command, sir.

On behalf

of all humanity!

Eat shit!

That's our cue! It's time to drop!

Safety's off, man!

Let's blow the piss out of these robot sons of bitches!

Thank God!

Their weapons are disabled!

At least temporarily.

KK, take the helm.

Wait? What?

Take the helm, sir?

Don't make me ask you twice, soldier.

Captain, where are you going?

There's one more front this war needs to be fought on.

Sir.

I'm porting into the lions' den.

Get me on that enemy ship!

I'm gonna kick the singularity right in the nut sack!

I'm not sure they have one, sir, but we're on it.

And tell transport I'm coming down.

But Sir.

Kaela, you got this.

I have no doubt of that.

Yes, Captain.

Hey!

Ugly!

Idiot, motherfucker!

What have we got here?

Things sure are getting hot around here!

Burning metal never smelled so damn good!

Listen up, squad. We are here to do more

than just send these tin cans to the junkyard.

See that bridge up there?

There's a ton of hostiles on it and we need to clear it.

They wouldn't want that kind of firepower up there unless

they were guarding something important.

Just past that bridge

is where they're holding Vesta's hostages.

From now on that area's Alpha point.

We secure it and we have an LZ we can use for support and evac.

While you're taking out these bots on the bridge,

I'm heading to the high point above it

so I can look at that hot zone. Clear?

We got you, bronze!

Ooh-rah!

You got them in your sights, Jumper?

Yeah. I got these bot heads pegged.

Ice, Fahrenheit, and aggro are

on our six and readying explosives.

We're gonna light this place up nice.

You in position, Bronze?

Ready as I'll ever be.

Anytime you're ready.

Ooh, I am so frickin' ready!

Bronze, come in!

Go for Bronze.

The bridge is clear.

You are green for go.

Repeat, green for go.

Roger, moving forward to assess.

You and the team ready for a little shock and awe?

Yes, sir.

Let's take this to the goddamn LZ.

Come in Asdaria. The landing zone is secured,

But it's hot down here.

How you looking up there?

Whatever you think could happen is happening.

Where the hell is Brick?

He gave me the helm while he pays the bots a little visit.

Friggin', Brick. And he says I have

more balls than brain cells.

He wants to try and extract the power core from the bots' ship.

Make sense.

Hey, listen, I'd like to stay in chat.

Maybe split that wine we talked about and stuff,

but there's a bit of a sitch going on down here.

Can you get me some ground support?

Hailing the fleet.

Thanks!

Oh, and bronze?

You stay alive, will ya?

Roger that.

Eat that you wiry pile of shit.

What the hell?

Holy shit, that thing is big!

It's a Doombringer!

Thanks for your assessment, Aggro!

The bigger they are, the more ammo I'm gonna pump into them.

Focus fire!

Hey, jumper!

Even you should be able to hit that target.

Enough talk.

This fight won't end until that thing is toast!

Oh, please, can I have it?

Pretty please?

That thing is just screaming to be MERC'ed.

Sorry, buddy. This one's mine.

Sometimes you suck.

We just hit that son of a bitch

with everything and it's still coming.

Order, sir!

Fallback!

We need to formulate a plan if we're gonna take it down!

Can I try punching it in the face?

Please?

I'm sure there's a fork lift around here somewhere.

Negative, soldier. I said fall back!

Asdaria, come in!

KK here. How's it going down there, Bronze?

Um, we may have hit a little snag.

How little?

About 30 feet tall, and armed to the teeth.

What?

We got a giant war machine down here.

We need to hit it with anything we got.

Can you get me a scan of it?

Some readings, maybe?

Hey, Stick!

You still got that scanner?

Never leave home without it.

Can you grab a scan of that big

bastard and send it to the Asdaria?

Go now. - I'll make it quick.

Got it! Transmitting now, Bronze!

On its way, KK!

Got it!

Holy shit, it's a Doombringer!

Give me a second, feeding the data into the mainframe now.

Sure, take your time.

We've got plenty of time.

You sure I can't just go punch it?

I think it's worth a shot!

Bronze, come in!

Go for it. Tell me something good.

The front of that thing is armored solid.

Oh, I said something good.

I'm about to.

There's an open power source on that thing's back.

I think if it's destroyed, the giant will fall.

You think?

There's no way to know for sure.

Well, I suppose that's better than sitting here

with our thumbs up our asses waiting to be incinerated.

Okay, squad!

We ain't got much to go on.

KK said the robot may have a weak point

on its back that if destroyed could fall him.

So I do get to punch something?

Bronze! Shit!

What the hell is going on down there?

Bronze is down! Bronze is down!

Bronze, can you hear me?

Jesus Christ!

Bronze, come back, soldier!

That's an order!

Hey, asshole.

Don't you ever give me an order.

You're back!

I never went anywhere.

Besides, I have way too many people

I'm planning on giving hell

before I check out of this monkey farm.

Now listen, lure it.

Draw its fire.

Once I have a clear shot,

we're gonna send this thing back to the Stone Age.

Roger that. Let's do this.

That's one king size can opener ready for the shitter.

Bot down! Bot down!

Yehh! - Nice!

Yeah! - Yehh!

Yeah baby! - Nice.

Great job!

The rest of the bots are falling too.

The hostages are escaping! They're free!

I need a multi-port ready for that group.

Roger that, Captain.

Captain, can you ask the squad to secure

what's left of the giant bot?

I'm sure we can learn a lot from this thing.

I'm not sure we should learn from this thing.

Okay, squad, let's secure the area.

Get those hostages back to the Asdaria

and bag and tag what we can of this area.

Including that hunk of junk we just blew the piss out of.

Oh, and Aggro.

Yes, sir.

Permission to punch anything that you want in the face.

I love you, man!

KK,

have someone get the rec room ready.

I'm pretty sure there's a celebration in order.

Attempting reconnect with Mother Command.

Keep me posted, Rominoff.

Any word from Captain Monroe?

Radio silent.

I pray that--

Save the prayers, Rominoff.

Good to hear your voice, Captain.

Thank you, KK.

Now, can someone get me off this bloody piece of junk?

On it! - So, tell me,

while I'm waiting, did I miss anything?

Other than total and complete victory?

Not a thing, sir.

Not a damn thing.

I knew we could do it.

Scanning.

Scanning.

Scanning.

Scanning.

Well,

what do we have here?

It looks like a songbird to me.

Does it?

Mmm.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it will sing.

And if it doesn't?

Well,

then we'll leave it to Aggro.

Ho, ho, ho!

Music to my ears.

The hostages are safe.

The city is secured and the bots have bugged out.

I'd say a celebration is in order.

Celebration affirmative.

Attention,

crew of the Asdaria

and all ships within the sound of my voice.

This is Captain Brick Monroe speaking.

Today we stood at the crossroads of history.

It is with a heavy heart that I address you.

As we have endured losses that words can scarcely describe.

Each life taken is a story cut short.

A dream unfulfilled.

Yet,

it is through this tremendous

sacrifice that we find our victory today.

We have faced an adversary like no other.

A relentless artificial intelligence whose sole purpose

had become the extinction of humanity.

This entity born from the very fabric of our ingenuity

turned against us.

Threatening to erase our existence across the stars.

But

here

aboard the Asdarian across our fleet,

you stood firm.

Each of you,

from the engineers to the pilots,

from the medics to the marines,

you played a pivotal role.

With bravery pulsing through your veins, you fought.

Not just for survival, but for all humankind.

Your actions have halted the march of this merciless foe.

Safeguarding countless lives

and ensuring the future of our species.

As we mourn our fallen.

Let us also remember what they have preserved.

It is not merely the survival of humans.

It is the survival of humanity.

Our cultures, our values, our hopes.

Today,

because of your valor,

the human fleet still sails through the cosmos.

Seeking new hope.

New peace amidst the stars.

We are tasked now not only with healing our wounds,

but with carrying forward the legacy

of those who could no longer stand beside us.

We are the bearers of their dreams,

the guardians of their stories.

The journey ahead will be filled with challenges, yes!

But we are united as one.

One people.

Let us move forward with dissolve.

Let us rebuild, explore and discover.

Let us ensure that this victory

is not defined by the war we fought,

but by the peace we will create.

And to the almighty God whose

light and glory we hold in our hearts.

Thank you all for your bravery.

And for your service.

And for your sacrifice.

Captain out.

Host planet identified.

Name Vesta.

Operation Quantum Infestation,

go.

Uh... Bronze?

You hear that?

Ah, hell.

Here we go.