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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.