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Survey 1, conditions
nominal for descent.

You are right on target.

Survey 2, thank you
for mapping the topography.

Course officer Johan,
you're the finest line item

every approved by
MCORP accountants.

Don't feel too bad.

I got the same thing
for launch prep.

I don't know which
red tape is worse,

ours or the government council.

Well, on the upside,

Geo-Recon is reading that
this moon near Saturn

may contain one trillion dollars
in the Neo-Lithium.

Radioactivity detected.

They must not be lying.

They left a backup
supply of plutonium,

enough for mass refueling.

Looks like the rumors of us
getting a new space port

must be true.

Approaching
coordinates 34.4, 198,

vector 70,
Saturn Moon PX1.

It's like deja vu.

What's that, Officer Johan?

34.4, 198, it's...

Ever since we took off,
it's like...

Those coordinates
sound so familiar,

but I just can't place it.

If I remember correctly,

that's from the
training simulator

we used to use years ago.

34.4, 198.

That's right!

But in that simulator,
weren't those the coordinates

for a hypothetical moon
with hostile alien life?

Sure, but I'm sure
they're grabbing

from real coordinates
like this one.

No access to brief in
the orbital perimeter.

Still looking clear,
Survey One.

Oh, so no aliens.

Afraid not.

Touchdown in 300 feet.
200.

100.

And...

Touchdown.

Oh, looks like I got good news.

We got a level 5 reading
on the electromagnetic scan.

Okay.

That does mean our odds
of this rock

having a ton of Neo-lithium
just went up by 5%.

Oh...

Geo-Recon showed our landing
strip as solid rock,

but the ship is listing.

Cyrus, the leveling system says

there's a 1.2 grade increase
in the port-side strut.

Is the ground unstable or
is our strut damaged?

We didn't fly here just
to tip over.

Ground instability negligible.

Strut is optimal.

However, the ship has now
listed 1.3%,

increasing at a rate
of 0.01% per minute.

We should initiate sample
extraction immediately.

If we wait too long,
the anomaly

may become too
hazardous to address.

Thank you, Cyrus. Perform
the extraction immediately.

Cyrus...

In MCORP simulator logs,

what are the coordinates
of the Pandora incident?

Beth, what are you doing?

MCORP forbids use of
the name "Pandora"

in its simulator log.

Gene, the threat example used
in our simulator logs

is identical to Pandora.

I think MCORP leadership

used the same coordinates
in their simulators.

So you think this moon...

Moon PX-1 is actually Pandora?

Mission control would
have told us that.

Not if they
were ordered not to.

Cyrus, what are
PX-1's coordinates?

34.4, 198 vector 70.

Cyrus, as a matter of
historical reference,

what are the coordinates
of the Pandora incident?

As an historical
reference, the incident

occurred at 34.4, 198 vector
70, 100 years ago.

MCORP renamed the moon,

because its pilots
refuse to fly there.

We need to get out of here.

I'm cutting
the extraction short.

Gene, start heading
to Earth now.

Put space between
you and Pandora.

Cyrus, prepare to launch.

Launch sequence initiated.

Beth!

Officer Erin Black.

Report to Hanger 7 for
combat training assessment.

Officer Black,
hanger 7 for assessment.

Hey Black!
Come on, you're up.

Six straight hours of drills

and here she comes
for combat review.

So what do you think, man?
You gonna pass her this time?

No. No way, man.

Morales, this is
her third time.

Hey, Lieutenant,

I heard Nova Force
have strict standards,

but if Erin Black
can't get in,

almost makes me glad
I'm still a combat pilot.

See?
Character and consistency.

Even Quint here knows
hard work when he sees it.

Hey, Lieutenant, so I
gotta head to Hanger 11.

MCORP ship, emergency landing.

Molten plasma
on the outside core.

That doesn't make any sense.

MCORP's port is 6 miles away,
why would they come here?

Yeah, they probably
just melted

through the outer thrust casing.

She broke protocol during
the Battle on Titan, man.

We're Nova Force.

We follow protocol
and obey orders.

If she wants to run fast
and loose, just let her

play with
the regular Space Force.

Did you forget what
she did on Titan, huh?

She was bleeding out.

Still managed
to hold off the enemy.

I know, I know.
While rescuing two of our men.

Hey, hey, hey. You were
one of those two soldiers.

-Don't you forget that.
-That doesn't matter, okay?

Flemming put in lead position
that day instead of her.

That militia would have been
dealt with in five minutes.

You know, you
keep saying that.

Do you realize the reason
she broke formation

was to draw
fire away from us?

We both know exactly why
she even made Nova Force

in the first place, okay?

Her grandfather is Greg Black.

She keeps making
waves to the DoD, man,

over upgrading
our bioweapons defense.

Just let her go back
to research, man.

She's one of the
best in the world.

No, no, no, no.
She is the best in the world.

The best.

And yet she still chose
to come back here

and go into combat with us.

Okay, sure.
But she even modified

some of the inflight
drones on her ships

because she thought
they weren't good enough?

I mean, come on, man.

Those drones are some of
the best that we've ever had.

Look, Morales, Flemming is
going to approve her,

and unless she does
something really, really sloppy

or messes up bad, so am I.

She makes waves, man.

This is her third and
last chance at readmittance.

If she doesn't make
it this time, she is done.

Fine.

If she gets close
to beating Flemming

in hand-to-hand combat,
she has my vote. Okay?

All right.
I'm gonna hold you to that.

Help me with this shit.

Woo!

And that completes
our third review.

Excuse me, sir. Is this some
device from the medical team?

It's called a flash drive, sir.

It's also called contraband.

It was willed to me
by my grandfather. I--

I wear it for good luck.

Keep it in the safe
in your barracks then.

We've had enough trouble today.

Quint from Hangar 11
told me an MCORP pilot

just received an
unknown three-pulse signal

from Saturn Moon PX1
after landing here.

I guess your reflexes
are intact.

Lieutenant, what's
your assessment?

Per S.O.P., they need
both my vote and yours.

Officer Black,
you were bleeding out

on Titan under hellfire
from a rogue planetary nation.

We all saw what
you did that day.

Seems like you recovered
from your injuries as well.

So for me it's
an absolute yes, sir.

That makes two of us.

Morales?

Morales?

No.

Lieutenant, why is that?

She broke protocol,
got herself injured, along--

They had us
pinned down, Morales.

I had to draw them away.

If I didn't, then every
single person on that fleet

would have been dead.

We all know exactly
why she was even put on

Nova Force in the first place.

Morales, stand down.

Officer Black, continue.

If you think that
I was fast tracked

because my grandfather
is Gregory Black, fine.

I don't care.

But I don't think any of
this is about protocol.

What is it then?

I think it's because
I bothered the DoD so much

about our bioweapons defense

that you think
it'll hurt your career.

Officer Black,
Lieutenant Dean here

is Nova Force's top
bioweapons specialist, okay?

With plenty of years
under his--

Hey, hey, hey.
She is the best, Morales.

You know that.

I could have lived
a cushy life as a contractor.

Instead, I joined Nova Force

because I saw where
things were heading.

The DoD is acting like Pandora
could never happen again.

And somebody needs
to press them about

upgrading
their bioweapons defense.

It can't just be about
fighting rogue nations.

No matter what you
think of me,

I will always think of you

and the rest of Nova Force,
my brothers.

Nothing that you can say
will ever change that.

That's not incoming.

That's a code green alarm.

Wait. We're being hit
by a biological attack?

Nova Force, that's a code green.
Let's go.

-Let's go.
-Let's move.

Lieutenant, this pilot
refused decompression and

started waving that gun around.

Hey, Gene, Gene.

Easy, easy.

Why don't you just
put the gun down?

-No!
-Get back! Get back!

No!

Get a rapid-seal body
bag and tranquilizer.

Get him to alpha-level
quarantine now!

On it.

No!

Oh my God!

One load should
have put him down!

Hit him again!

Again, hit him again!

-Hit him again!
-Come on. Get down!

Down!

We have to get
him to quarantine before

he suffocates inside that bag.

Okay, let's do it now.

Black, give the order.

All units, all units.
All personnel are in lockdown.

MPs are to proceed
in hazmat protocol.

Immediate arrest of any officers
displaying erratic behavior.

One, two, three.

All right, Black,
let's take him to med bay.

If we see any more infected,

I say we hit him
with cyto-propofol.

No. If there are
others infected,

let's have EMTs hit
them with two doses of

gamma-thorazine and
take them to quarantine bay.

Copy that.

Okay. His vitals are clear.

The source of
that three-pulse signal

is definitely not pulmonary.

-Any signs of nanotech?
-Negative.

General Watts.

Captain Flemming.

We received an alert
of an advanced bioweapon

attack at Space Force
in New Mexico.

Do we have a lead on what
it is and who's responsible?

Potentially, yes, but we need
to confirm the structure and

biomechanics of this before
we begin countermeasures.

We do have some intel though.

A three-pulse energy
signature from PX1

and from this
individual officer, sir.

General, Flight
Officer Quint also

reported a molten substance
on the outside of his ship.

- ETA?
- An hour, sir.

For a prelim. No, sir.
Fifteen minutes

and then I'll have some leads.

Then we can determine
scale of response.

But for now it seems like
it's confined to this base.

Well, we've been in touch
with the MCORP CEO, Ian Mather.

He confirmed one of the two
mining ships went missing.

The pilot who landed
at your base

never reported the issue.

Mather is en route now from
New York to help provide intel.

General, if he
could provide us with

a complete elemental
index of PX1,

it'll help us to determine
the organism's weakness

and if that substance
on the hull

of his ship was organic.

-I'll make sure he does.
-Thank you.

We're syncing the MCORP
data cloud with ours

as a precaution to get
real time exchange.

You'll see enhanced tech in
your space flight display.

We just received
word that the pilot,

he was communicating clearly
during his return from PX1,

but he gave no indication
there was a problem.

He managed to convince
your tower

he needed an emergency landing.

Copy that, sir.

Do any of our
bioweapon think tanks

at Beijing, Oxford,
or MIT have any leads?

Yes. They told me all I needed
was to consult with Erin Black.

Proceed, Captain.

Wait. MCORP ships run on
a nuclear drive like ours.

He could have
crash landed here

and blown this whole
place to dust.

Yeah, but he didn't.

He went out of his way to
encounter us face to face.

He's coding!

Clear the scanner.
Morales, defibrillate.

Clear.

No response.

We got it back.

I apologize, Officer Black.

I should have put you back
on the team immediately.

We're all good.
I've got your six.

Fifteen minutes.
How is that possible?

It's about access points.

A bioweapon is like a ship.

If you can't sever
the fuel line,

sever the power line.

If the power line is sealed,
cut the steering column.

What did we get?

The residue in this
gun looks like it has

traces of crypto-cytosine
fulgurite and some neo-lithium.

So whatever's on that gun had
to be some superheated plasma.

Fulgurite only occurs
when lightning strikes.

And a plasma carrying
an electric pulse like

this one is consistent with
an electrically charged bubble.

-Like-- like a lightning ball.
-Mm-hmm.

We had a cargo ship that
was struck by lightning once.

The charge literally
turned the air

into a floating molten blob,

and blew out
the end of the hull.

That's right. And that tracks
with the burn on his hand

and the molten substance
on the hull of his ship.

Mm-hmm.

But that also means it
could travel as an aerosol.

Wait. That means there's
a chance we're all infected.

If it's aerosolized, yes.

But there's a separate
neural signal

out of phase with Morris's.

It's-- it's tapped into
his nervous system.

That tracks with a charged
particle, but a unique one.

One that can transmit
information electrically.

Crypto-cytosine is
a rare proto-form.

Okay. Give me the worst
case rapid-spread scenario.

The DoD needs to be ready.

We need to evacuate all
humans in a six-mile area.

After that,
it becomes a statewide

then nationwide emergency.

That may not be enough.

I mean, the only other time

that a life form possessed
a crypto-cytosine base

was from the Pandora incident.

Yeah, but that
doesn't make any sense

because cytosine is a protein

that is in most
species on Earth.

No. Crypto-cytosine.
It's the base of life forms

with a decentralized
consciousness,

or a mind that lives
among multiple bodies.

Like the life form from Pandora.

Gene...

Morris deceived us to land here.

MCORP pilots have
spotless records.

And he, or it, rather,
wanted to infect

the nearest military base
and weaken our defenses first.

I am starting to think that PX1
used to go by a different name.

Well, then we do what
your grandfather did.

We hit it with massive
doses of sodium chloride.

Wait. You're okay, Gene.

You have awakened us.

-Soon you will be defenseless.
-It's locked!

Our power grows,

and you will see how
it turns your world

to fire and ashes.

Soon you will see.

Soon you...

He's gone.

Level 9! Level 9!

Scramble all fleets!
Incoming North/Northeast!

UAPs inbound!

Let's go.
Let's get to the tarmac.

Scramble the fighters.

We'll hit the armory
on the way out.

We need high-capacity rifles
and grenades to atomize

any other plasma spheres.

Go, go!

Black, get to the ship!

Use it to take out
as many as you can.

Okay.

You two, with me, let's go.

Ah!

Morales!
Get up, soldier.

Come on, get up.

Make sure the squad
hasn't taken off yet.

They'll be wheels up
in less than a minute.

Hey. Incoming!

-I'm out of ammo!
-Keep firing.

I'm out.

Zero damage.
Let's hit it with grenades!

Three, two, one!

Damn it.

Oh. Let's go, let's go!
Move it!

Launch sequence initiated.

Okay.
Here we go.

Black, we're out of ammo!

Get to launch pad west, now!

Okay. I'm on my way.

Lieutenant Briggs,
what's the status report on

our Space Force in New Mexico?

We've lost all contact, sir.

Their last transmission
reported flaming spheres

with lethal force attacking
their grounded spacecraft.

Satellites show one launch pad
remaining on the western side.

General Watts,
our laser artillery

is tracking
an unidentified craft

at 100,000 feet,
40 degrees northwest

and descending rapidly
on the Septagon.

Has our reconnaissance
craft made contact?

Yes, sir. They're identical
to the ones in New Mexico.

They just fired on our craft.

Okay, prioritize neutralizing
objects below the mesosphere.

If we don't erase this threat,
D.C. will be next.

Yes, sir.

Orbital intel, render all
objects below 200,000 feet.

General, lidar volumetrics
show that the objects

have almost no mass,

but carry a powerful
electrical charge.

Set the laser cannons
to full capacity.

Scramble all assets
in New Mexico

to defend the
Space Force base, now.

-Yes, sir.
-Sir, incoming.

30,000 feet headed
directly to us.

Fifty objects, tight formations,

spherical shape and
extremely bright signatures.

Open fire!
Maximum power!

Engage!

Zone 2, Delta 1-9, and...

Fire.

Direct hits for 4, 9, 20.

Every kill accounted for, sir.
We got all of them.

Good deal.

Hit it. Hit it.

Flemming, I just encountered
a massive power fluctuation.

Do you have any visual on
what could have caused it?

The com on my
uniform almost blew out.

No visual.
Black, they're closing in!

You gotta be quick!

Kira, what was
that power surge?

European alliance reports
they tracked a powerful

radio signal
from coordinates

34.4, 198, Vector 70,

near Saturn, directly
to Space Force New Mexico.

That can't be right.

Those are coordinates
for the moon Pandora.

That moon is a no-fly zone.

Negative, sir.
They're coordinates to PX1.

That surge nearly took down
all of our power grids.

Our testing with MCORP
data cloud showed it would

accelerate our capacity,
not slow it down.

Is our sync to MCORP data
cloud holding?

Yes, sir.
The data is consistent.

PX1 was the departure
point of the MCORP ship

that landed in New Mexico today.

Something's off.

Make sure there
are no disruptions

to communication
to our forces in the field.

And compare those coordinates
to Pandora's.

Sir, EU's orbital
observatories

report unusual activity
on PX1's surface.

A protrusion has emerged
on the solar facing side.

What is Ian Mather's ETA?

His drone just
touched down, sir.

He says him and his team
are streaming

a diagnostic of PX1
as we speak.

Sir, New Delhi reports
spherical objects entering

the atmosphere like the ones
in New Mexico today.

We also have sightings in
Egypt, Tokyo, and Reykjavik.

This is a global threat now.

Sir, should we pull back
to Doomsday Bunker Zero?

No. Retreating to the bunker
is our very last resort.

Briggs, a Level 5
Doomsday protocol.

We remain here fighting
until we have no choice.

For now, you tell them

evac the President to
the bunker as a precaution.

Come on, let's go!

There's one trying
to engulf the ship.

It's literally eating
through the windshield.

Come on!

Find a way to repel it.

The de-icing agent,
it has sodium chloride in it.

Shoot. No effect.

They're closing in on us!

I'm gonna override the de-icing
pump to explode the container.

Windshield's clear.
I see you.

General Watts, apologies.

My flight was, to say
the least, harrowing.

Our bioweapons specialist
is pinned down under

heavy fire in New Mexico.

I'm sorry to hear that.

We streamed in the real-time
diagnostics for you, sir.

And there are glitches in
the data sync that did not occur

when you and I
visited there last week.

Sir, an additional swarm
of orbs

just joined the others
in the airspace.

Copy, Lieutenant Kira.

Have the Pacific
Carriers scramble

added air support immediately.

My team will run a trace.

We'll correct those glitches
immediately, General.

Look. The EU's orbital
observatories

report swelling
on PX1's solar side.

That was moments after
a powerful radio signal

transmitted from PX1
to a New Mexico base.

We haven't encountered
anything like that

in our mining operations.

Sir, all nuclear
capable countries

are requesting
we coordinate a nuclear strike.

On the ground or in orbit?

On PX1, sir.

Sir, before you consider
a nuclear strike,

I'd like to show you
our topology report.

Go ahead.
Bring it up.

So, right now the protrusion
has a base

of five square miles and
an elevation of 1600 meters.

And it's expanding at a rate
of 120 cubic meters per hour.

So pressure is building
up inside of the mass.

Exactly. And it's pointing
directly at Earth.

So we don't know what a nuclear
explosion might trigger.

Briggs, tell them
to hold their fire.

There may be catastrophic
collateral damage.

Yes, sir.

-Kira.
-Sir.

Kira, direct all
Nova forecast craft

from our other
bases to a position

above PX1, escorted by
half the Space Force, okay?

Have them use their
cloaking devices.

But before they depart,

have commandos bring the
Septagon's biolab equipment

to the lead ship.

Yes, sir.

I suspect Erin Black
will need it.

Show me the element profile.

We have conducted
a comprehensive

element profile free
of the data cloud, sir.

And that should be
transmitted momentarily

to all military units.

Okay, what's the status of
our signal to the Armed Forces?

The electrical surge disrupted
the data cloud to all units.

Army, Air Force and Navy
are back online,

but we're still working
on Space Force, sir.

Get it done.

We need Erin Black's input.

Better late than never, Black.

Did you think
I'd leave you behind?

Let's go, Captain.

I'm opening the underside hatch.

The hatch is damaged.
It's not opening all the way!

I'm revving the servos,
but they won't budge.

I think I can see
the manual override. Stand by.

Go.

Come on!

Come on, come on.

Okay.
The servos are shorting out.

You're gonna have to hold
it open to get them inside.

Morales, let's go.
It's not opening.

Go. I'll cover you.

Get up there.

We've been hit.
I'm trying to hold it steady,

but you might have to jump.

-Dean, let's go!
-Dean, come on!

-Come on, Dean.
-Dean, run.

-Jump! Come on. You got this.
-Let's go. Let's go. Move it.

Come on.

Ah!

Let's go! Run!

-Come on!
-Come on!

Come on.

Go!

-Let's go!
-Dean, come on!

Come on!

Ah!

No, Dean! Dean!
No, Dean!

Black. Come in.

Flemming.

Get us outta here.

No!

You'll get the rest
of us killed!

Hey, keep it shut!

No! I could have
saved him, Captain.

I know, soldier.
I know. I know.

I could've saved him.

It's okay.
It's okay.

Hey. Nova Force.

Hey, hey!

We don't stop.
We don't surrender.

We don't quit. Right?
Say it back.

We don't stop. We don't--
We don't surrender, and we--

We don't quit.

That's right.
That's right.

Captain, what's the status
on the evac?

We lost Dean.

Oh my God.

I'm so sorry.

We don't quit, Black.

We don't surrender.
We don't stop.

Hey.

I have a dispatch alert.

General Watts,
go for Erin Black.

Officer Black, I see the base
is taking heavy casualties.

It's a relief
to see you airborne.

What's the status update?

General, this life
form is nearly identical

to the one from
the Pandora incident.

However, this time

sodium chloride seems
to have no effect.

We do have some
tactical intel, however.

The MCORP pilot warned
of a growing force

that they were going to
use to blow up the Earth.

He also mentioned
that they were going

to render us defenseless
before that happens.

If this enemy is as
sentient as you described,

then their strategy is clear.

They say break our defenses
so we're helpless

against a larger weapon.
That's all there is to it.

Hello, Officer Black,
this is Ian Mather of MCORP.

Can you tell me
how this lifeform

is almost identical
to Pandora's?

Yeah. It has
a crypto-cytosine base,

but this is an evolved variant.

I need time to figure
out its weakness.

Officer Black,
the situation has escalated

exponentially since
the attack began.

It is now worldwide.

Our latest intel may shed some
light on the pilot's warning.

His warning was there's
a dangerous anomaly

forming on the surface
of that moon.

Something that could pose
a threat to the Earth. Ian?

You should see it on
your flight consoles now.

It's a pressurized mass
underneath the surface,

really like a volcano.

I see its element profile here,

but it certainly isn't magma.

This is an organic composition
matching the composition

that infected the pilot
and the same one

from the Pandora incident.

This isn't a volcano, General.

It's forming a giant
fully conscious spore.

I'm sorry. I--

General, my ship's system
is malfunctioning.

Negative. Our sync with
MCORP data cloud was

delayed by the power surge,
but it's now complete.

Hello, Officer Black,
General Watts.

Oh, that's Cyrus.
That's our AI.

Part of Space Force Systems now.

It does everything.
Navigation, threat matrices,

even the ship's repair drone.

Well, we generally
reserve network wide AIs

for unmanned combat crafts,
but thank you.

Cyrus, I need a projected
completion time for a bioweapon

that will wipe out all
traces of this life form.

Given the element
profile and your expertise,

in ideal conditions, it should
take precisely four hours.

Four hours, okay.

We could be to Saturn
in 30 minutes

given our nuclear engines.

We could save half an hour
if we do it while we drive.

Cyrus, how much energy
is stored in this anomaly?

12 million megatons,

with surface elasticity
of 92 giga-pascals.

General, MCORP shows
the spore expanding

at 120 cubic meters per hour.

At that rate,
it will erupt in three hours.

And when it does,
it will fire

a superheated membrane
at the Earth.

A membrane?

What will it do?

Suffocate us.
Eat us.

Basically kill us all.

This membrane?

It's all one organism.

One hungry alien.

Can we attack from the air?

Every part of this is sentient.
Even the spores.

Come on, that's impossible.

So if we attempt
an orbital strike,

the spore might erupt at
the Earth in self defense?

Am I right about that?

I think that's correct.

And once we reach PX1,
a swarm of plasma spheres

will very likely attack
us if we're detected.

This bioweapon needs
to be delivered

in a stealth mission
on the ground.

And you're certain of this?

Because our fastest option
is to strike from the Earth

or from the moon's orbit.

If we learned anything from what
happened before on Pandora,

we know that this lifeforce
will defend itself

with every part of its being.

But its interconnectedness
is both a strength

and its greatest weakness.

Right now,
it's putting the majority

of its energy into that spore.

You're making a really
big assumption here.

So if you destroy that spore,

then you destroy the rest
of the life form,

no matter where it is.

Am I right about that?

Yeah. My grandfather
did it before, General.

I can do it again.

A covert ground
strike it is then.

Officer Black, do whatever
you have to do

to develop your bioweapon.

The Nova Force fleet was ordered
to make a cloaked approach

to evade detection.

The Septagon's bioweapons will
also be there when you arrive.

MCORP also has a stash
of plutonium substrate

left over if you need any
additional fuel, okay?

We'll send a team to the
surface ahead of your arrival

to shield
you at all costs.

-Are you with me?
-Yes.

General Watts,
Officer Black, I am telling you,

do not neutralize that spore.

This is a living volcano
about to spray

a planet-sized amoeba
that will destroy the Earth.

What is wrong with you?

Sir, four surviving
Nova Force craft

and 380 Space Force
just arrived,

cloaked in orbit inside of
a debris field near PX1.

Okay, good. What about the rest
of Space Force defending Earth?

We lost 61 percent
our fleet, sir.

General, I compared
coordinates for PX1

and Pandora multiple times.

PX1's coordinates and
Pandora's are identical,

but Pandora has been scrubbed
from the system, sir.

Why has Pandora been replaced
by a moon called PX1?

General, do not attempt to
destroy anything on that moon.

I'm telling you.

Mr. Mather,
we are detaining you in

the doomsday bunker right now.

Get him out of here.

-Why? For trying to save--
-Get him out of here.

General!

Erin Black, you have three hours

and the DoD's full resources

to reach Pandora and
destroy this enemy

without triggering the spores
explosion in the process.

Earth's survival depends on it.

The wounds are.
superficial.

No harm to arteries,
internal organs.

Captain, I told you,
it's just shrapnel.

The sphere exploded, making
contact with the shrapnel.

The shrapnel pierced your skin
so you could be infected,

and we just don't know it.

But thankfully you're not
displaying any outward symptoms.

Secure your suit
and put your helmet on

to limit our exposure,
okay?

Cyrus, what's our
damage assessment?

Payload remaining,
40 percent. Fuel, 89 percent.

Damaged underside hatch
with a minor leak.

We are losing O2 at a rate
of .4 psi per minute.

There is also a small breach
in the proton filtration line

in the cockpit.

Release the repair drone
and have it seal the door,

and then have it seal
the filtration line.

That drone is not accessible
to me, Officer Black.

It has been modified and
now considered contraband.

Cyrus, direct all
reserve power to

hold the door closed
as tightly as possible.

Directing reserve power.

We better check
that filtration line.

We're messing with some
highly radioactive stuff.

There's a Geiger counter
in the slot

on the left side of the drone.

-Will you hand it to me?
-Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

80 cpm. Radioactive,
but nothing that'll hurt us.

So you modified another
in-flight drone.

That's why the AI
didn't recognize it.

No, it doesn't recognize
it because I was forced

to use old spare parts.

But I did add
a new Geiger counter

and a pathogen detector, so--

That's impressive, Black.

Captain, can you place
this sample inside

the temperature-controlled
compartment on the side?

You can press the red button,
it'll give reading.

Okay.

I think there's
already one in here.

Oh, let me see.

That slime mold is destroyed.

I should have
updated my specimens.

Looks just like a dead leaf.

-Should we just throw it out?
-No. No, don't waste it.

Captain, can you put in
the other specimen port?

Mm-hmm.

I still don't get it.

So, on the initial
incident on Pandora,

this thing controlled water.

Right?
Now it controls fire.

So are we dealing with a
completely different life form?

Not exactly.
Here, watch this.

See that? Bubbles in water.

That's gas trapped
inside liquid.

A simple membrane of sorts.

But now watch this.

See, it's not just a membrane.

It's alive. Self healing.

And inside this
membrane, plasma.

An energized bubble of matter,

normally wild and
uncontrollable, is held stable,

exhibiting unprecedented
level of confinement

unlike anything we've ever seen.

It's like a living
trap for fire.

Exactly.

Both the water-controlling life
and the fire-controlling life

use this membrane.

A living container built on
that same crypto-cytosine base.

It adapts to whole
different states.

Gas bubbles in water,
plasma bubbles in air,

but it's basically
the same principle.

So it's not the element
that defines the life form,

it's the membrane
controlling it.

Right. The membrane
is the key.

That's what lets these creatures
survive and manipulate

radically different forces,
because it's alive.

It's flexible and powerful.

T-minus six minutes.

I thought I said in the
safe in the barracks, Black.

When on earth would
I have been able to do that?

Anything we could use on it?

No. I just wish
I could access it.

It's a century old.

I've taken it to multiple tech
departments over the years

and no one can read it.

Command's coordinates
have the fleet staged

in the debris field inside
Saturn's outermost ring.

Okay. We have two hours
and 29 minutes

before the spore explodes.

Any progress on the weapon?

Possibly, but I can't
test any hypotheses

until we're on the bio lab
at the Nova Force Base.

I do know we're going to
need to deliver it

close range on the surface,

leaving almost no
margin for error.

But if we pierce it, wouldn't
that just cause an eruption?

It will, but the
bioweapon will disperse it

instead of the spore
preemptively exploding at us.

And the blast radius should
only be about a half mile or so.

So once we fire the missile--

We are going to need
to evac instantly.

-Roger that.
-Mm-hmm.

Then that's
what'll happen, then.

Sooner it's done,
the sooner we can go home.

My sister's due any day now

and I want
to meet my new nephew.

No way, Captain.

Soon we're gonna have to
call you Uncle Flemming.

Yeah, I got a son and
daughter back home.

Okay, hold on.

How is this the first time
I'm hearing about this?

Officer Black, what about you?

I want this bioweapon finished.

Hey, Black, I'm curious.

Why did you want to
join Nova Force so badly?

My grandfather wanted to join,
but he was killed.

My mother used to always quote
him when I was growing up.

"Don't judge surface appearance
unless it's a protein."

He and my mom wanted to make
Nova Force more than anything,

but they were killed in
battle after I was born.

So I thought maybe
I'd be the one, you know?

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

-I got your six, Black.
-Thank you.

Okay, we're about
to join the fleet.

I'm going to send
a non-euclidean post

to the Septagon
confirming our arrival.

It's non-radio signal,
so it should just be read

as background noise
for the enemy.

Cyrus, can you give me
a summary of Nova Force

in orbit near Pandora?

There are three craft
from D .C.

Destroyer 21 is in orbit
with two Nova Force aboard.

Destroyer 4 has already
landed on the surface

carrying three Nova Force
and Septagon's bioweapons lab.

Okay. So we're down
from 30 Nova Force to eight.

That means we lost five in D.C.,
seven in New Mexico, ten in--

I guess God knows where.
At least we still have--

We still have explosive ops,
plasma, infantry and bioweapons.

Hopefully.

T-minus five minutes
to PX1 orbital zone.

Cyrus, initiate cloaking device.

Electromagnetic and
thermal exhaust, silent.

Ambient radiation, silent,

and retrograde
thrusters 20 percent.

20 percent, copy.

And entering the debris field.

Okay. I'm pinging
the Septagon now.

Non-euclidean transmission

and initiating
cloaked communication.

Destroyer 21,
this is Captain Flemming.

Come in 21.

Destroyer 21, this
is Captain Flemming.

Come in 21.

Is the pulse blocking
your communication?

Incoming message from
Captain Grieger,

21, Nova Force.

He says "welcome to the party."

Grieger, any new intel
from the DoD?

He says forces
from the other countries

have been wiped out.
Either that or they mutinied.

It's just us now, Captain.

Mm-hmm. What about the
situation on the ground?

He says Nova Force commandos
are on the surface,

maximum stealth,
two miles east of the target.

So, if we wanna
defuse this bomb

bioweapons is tip of the spear.

Well, Officer Erin Black

will be joining the rest
of us on the team.

He says, "Also check out
what's casing us port side,

83 degrees, negative Y."

No way, Captain.

They're waiting for us.

They're literally
guarding the perimeter.

Normally,
I'd say just go for it

with the amount of
firepower we have,

but after what we just
dealt with on Earth,

and with the team so
vulnerable down there,

I don't want to provoke
another attack.

Paris has fallen, sir.

Tokyo has fallen.
Berlin has fallen.

No response from
Moscow or Mexico City.

Briggs, can you establish

an independent firewall
in the sync

between MCORP's intel stream
and our own?

Negative, sir.
MCORP has orbital satellites

throughout the solar system.

If we put up
a firewall screening,

their intel will
slow our reaction.

Don't put up a firewall.
Not yet.

Time remaining for eruption?

Two hours, 18 minutes, sir.

I made the mistake of
sacrificing accuracy

for efficiency, Lieutenant.
Trust for verification.

Yes, sir.

We use their satellites
but in the meantime,

keep scanning MCORP's entire
network for inconsistencies.

There's bound to be many.

You're gonna be traveling
fast and light.

These contain shrapnel grenades
and EMP pulse charges.

Both of these can be fired long
distance with a propulsion gun.

Captain, these are
all fully loaded.

Message from
Captain Grieger.

Something's coming up
from the moon, and it's big.

It has metallic coating.

It's looking for us.

The entire fleet
arrived cloaked.

Transmissions, exteriors,
networking, everything.

Well, then...

something made
it start searching.

It opened fire!

Evasive maneuvers!

They're anticipating
our every move.

Something's wrong.

Officer Black,
our ship must be destroyed.

Grab your helmets
and give me a hand.

Doesn't that operate the hatch?

Yep. Hold on to these.

Officer Black, there is
nothing you can do to stop us.

Why didn't that work?

Officer Black, you cannot
override the system--

What are you doing?

Hold on to something.

Sorry, Cyrus.
We'll clean this up later.

Captain, most of
the fleet's gone.

The rest are just covered in
those orbs, controlled by them.

We're the last ones left.

No, we still have
a team on the surface.

They were ordered to
execute stealth protocol.

The ship's probably
powered down.

I don't think they're gonna
move until we get there.

Black, good call on taking
the AI offline

and powering down the ship.

They're gonna find
us again, though.

Eventually.

Yeah. I also don't
like the fact

we're starting to burn
through oxygen so early.

That organism took control of
Morris's electrochemistry,

and now it took control of
our electrical network.

But how do we know
that it wasn't

Mather's AI Programming
that took control of the ship

and that instead,
it was the organism?

His entire livelihood depends
on Earth still existing.

So, regardless, we need to
keep that AI powered down.

And our job gets a lot
harder if we don't make it

to that bioweapons lab.

Okay, we need to know
how it detected our fleet.

You said its consciousness
is decentralized.

But if someone's
nervous system

is infected by the enemy,

does it know what
the infected person knows?

Yes.
Yeah, that's what happened

on the Pandora incident,
and with Morris.

It tapped into his knowledge
of our protocol

to convince the tower
to let him land.

But Morris was patient zero.

And the only people to deal
with him were us and Quint.

And he was killed.

So then there's
a chance that one of us

is still infected
with nanoparticles

that's drawing
the organism to us.

-Morales.
-Don't look at me like that.

My pupils look
nothing like his.

Yeah, but we have no idea
how long this organism

takes to infect
the nervous system.

But-- no.

No outward symptoms.

What's the ETA on the eruption?

One hour and 58 minutes.

Until what?

Well, until containment fails

and that organism
either explodes

or it triggers the event.

-Eruptions and earthquakes?
-All of it.

End of our world.

End of the Earth.

Okay.
So we can't stay here.

Those spheres will
find us eventually.

We can't do a
crash landing

because it's just going
to kill us on impact.

Pandora's gravity
is only about

80 percent of Earth's moon.

So crash landing is
a better option than falling

and only protected
by spacesuits.

It's the better of
two bad options.

We need a third option.

I mean, this ship is full of
trace organics, fuel, missiles.

Officer Black, if you're
thinking about

attacking from up here
with purely analog weapons,

we're gonna be dead in no time.

No, no, no, not at all.

But if we are
stranded up here

and we can't get down there,

we need to
figure out something to do,

anything, to either stop
that thing

or at least slow it down.

And I still don't like that

we're burning
the oxygen in our suits.

Yeah.

-I'm at 84 percent.
-85.

Good.

My grandfather knew
what something like this

was made of and
how to destroy it.

I mean, he killed it with
something as simple

as sodium chloride,
table salt.

They're still patrolling.

We're just a floating piece
of debris for them now,

but we're gonna have
to keep it that way.

I thought you used
a saline solution earlier.

The deicing agent from the ship
that had zero effect.

Yeah, but I think
that whatever we use

to destroy this could
be just as simple.

Uh-huh.

The only way to access
that drive

is to have it interface
with other technology.

Morales, there's
absolutely no way

we are turning that AI back on.

It literally just steered us
directly into enemy fire.

I understand, but that
technology is the only way

we can access that drive.

We're in a firefight
on the edge of a cliff,

and the only thing we can
do is fight or jump.

What's the ETA on the eruption?

One hour, 42 minutes, sir.

Sir, we lost all communication
to Space Force Fleet.

Our observatory reports
radio silence

from our surface team
and Erin Black's team.

All right, Kira,
get me a diagnostic.

I can't, sir.

The entire system is
flooded with broken code.

Sir, the malevolent code
is locking the system

and taking over portions
of our network.

It could completely paralyze
our operations, sir.

General Watts,
you have awakened us.

You should not have
awakened us.

Our main ventilation. Sir, the
enemy redirected our exhaust

from the building's
power plant down

into our primary air supply.

Kira, kill the circuit
in the command center.

Literally cut the wire!

The box just locked itself
in high security mode.

Do not attempt to interfere.

Soon your world will be blown
to fire and ash.

Here, pry it open with this.

Kira, cover these vents.

You have awakened us.

You should not
have awakened us.

Sir, we're cut off from all
global communication now.

All other systems are
still under Cyrus's control.

No, the base isn't
under the AI's control.

The AI is under
life form's control.

Sir, we could
isolate communications

via analog signal.

I can go to the tech storage
and retrieve old ham radios.

I believe that tech R&D
modified them.

Do it.

In the meantime,
let's devise a way to

access our database
without dealing with the AI.

Briggs, shut down that tablet.

Sir, look at this.

The system on my
tablet is still intact.

No glitches, no broken code.

It must have tapped out of
our network without a problem.

Or something kept it from
being compromised.

-Did you modify it?
-No, sir.

I had that smoke
detector on top of it.

Okay. Crack open
the smoke detector.

See if there's any insulating
material in there we can use,

something that
repelled the attack.

I don't think our radio signals
were enough to draw them here.

Something's off.

Morales.

What? You still
think I'm infected?

We had a full fleet

that arrived untouched
and cloaked!

They were using basic
contact for hours!

Soon as we arrive,
we have one person

who has an open wound
from the enemy.

-That's you.
-But look at my pupils!

Guys, we are literally
in a floating coffin

if we do not evac
this ship now.

How strong is
the drone's propulsion?

Not strong enough to get
us all the way down,

but if we get closer,
it could break our fall.

So to get closer, we just pop
a fuel cell and light it up.

It'll push us in
the right direction, right?

No, that is way too risky.

It will spray fuel all over
the ship and blow us up.

Flemming's right. We need
to get out of here fast.

We need a strong propulsion.

Wait.

Cyrus reported that we had
40 percent

of our payload left, right?

Uh-huh.

So what about
the ship's missiles?

We can't use them to fire
on the spheres, okay?

Without them,
we're just locked in place.

Wait, wait.
Guys, guys.

We're facing dead center
at the moon.

We can use the missiles to
propel us a bit closer

and then bail out the side
before impact.

We'll be there in 30 seconds.

Captain?

-Captain?
-Grab the drone.

Let's get to
the missile chamber.

There's a firing pin
that triggers the ignition.

We need to remove the safety
and release them all at once.

Or else the ship is gonna
spin out of control.

-Ready?
-Ready.

Okay. Three, Two...

Pop the hatch.

Okay. Wait for
the next rotation.

There it is!
Go!

Black?

Black!

Black, Black, Black.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, look at me.

Look at me, Black.
Hey!

Hey.

Hey, come on, look at me.
We gotta get Flemming.

Come on, get up.

Why is your hand shaking?

Hey, don't worry about it, okay?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Are you, you good?
How's the head injury?

Look at me.

As long as I do not
throw up in my helmet,

I'm going to be okay.

I've been knocked out before.

Combat training?

No, some guy in a bar,
goofy looking like you.

Give me a hand.

Yeah.

Come on. You're fine.

Ooh... Okay.

How much time do we have?

One hour and 17 minutes.

Ugh... I think they're gone.

All right. Come on, Black.

Flemming, on three.

You ready? One, two, three.

Again, again, again.

One, two, three.

I'm going back on ship.
I'm getting a welding torch.

No. This thing could
explode at any moment.

We gotta get him out of here.

No. I already lost Dean.
I'm not losing Flemming.

We gotta take that
damn thing out

before it gets possessed
like our ship.

No, no, no.

Do you remember what Cyrus said?

It couldn't read it because
it saw it as contraband.

So the drone is safe, I think.

Plus this thing
has a cutting torch.

Oh, God. I'm sorry
I doubted you, Black.

You should be.

Wow, Black.

This place is actually
kind of beautiful.

I mean, despite
our current situation.

Yeah. Imagine what it
must have looked like

before the mining company
started clear cutting.

Yeah.

Damage assessment?

We got a cracked camera lens.

The radio messaging
system shorted out,

but other than that,
we are all good.

This thing is remotely operated,

but we can't risk
them seeing us.

So we might as well put
the information in manually.

Doesn't even matter, Black.

Sooner or later
those things

are gonna find our
burning ship, and then us.

You armed it too?

Just in case of emergencies.

God, why did I doubt you, Black?

I'm gonna check your suit
for any damage.

It's self-healing.
It's nanopolymer.

Oh--
I think my ribs are broken.

I think it's
a compound fracture.

Hold on.

I'm gonna give you a
full dose of this, okay?

Zonoepinephrine.

Looks like Uncle Flemming won't
be feeling anything for a month.

Where's our
search-and-rescue detail?

That's a good point.

A fleet of Nova Force commandos

should have met us
when we crashed.

Captain Grieger reported...

...that they landed two
miles east of the target.

The dried up riverbed
runs east to west

so if we follow
that we should be able

to find their landing zone.

Let's go.

Look, there's a part
of the destroyer.

Where's the rest of it?

You remember those
new metallic looking orbs

-that shot up from Pandora?
-Mm-hmm.

You think it's possible
that they--

That they, like, melted
down the entire ship,

using it as some
giant metallic ore?

I mean, we've seen them
engulf an entire ship,

vaporizing them, so--

Okay. So, no bio lab.

And we still don't know where
the rest of the team are.

Think it's clear.

Maybe if we radio
the Septagon there's a way.

No. We can't reach out
to the DoD, okay?

What-- what if
the enemy detects us?

Maybe there's a way we can
rig an analog system...

out of the crash site.

Yeah, and double back?

Great idea, Captain.
Let's just waste more time.

Hey, stand down, Morales.

Black, time,
resources, abilities.

We have 56 minutes.
We keep moving toward the spore.

If we don't destroy it,
then Earth is done for.

I'll scavenge compounds
from the missing ship.

Hydrogen canisters, coolant,
whatever we can find.

Okay, let's keep moving forward.

Yes, sir.

We're gonna stick
to the tree lines.

And if we run into the rest of
the fleet, it's only gonna help.

Briggs, what have
you found so far?

Aside from its log,
network circuitry,

the detector trips once
this tiny chip overloads.

What's in the chip?

Actinium D5, sir.

That's radioactive.

The organism is repelled
by radioactivity.

But aren't our ships
powered by uranium, sir?

How could the spheres
attack them?

Because we coat our fuel
cells in lead.

We need to relay this to
the team on Pandora ASAP.

Where is Kira with those radios?

What's happening?

-General.
-Briggs?

Briggs, help me cut the power.

General, I have a
diplomatic solution,

not a military solution.

It involves allowing
this organism to flourish,

even at great cost.

General, your defenses
here have been eliminated.

We will leave your
world in ashes.

These spheres will cut
through this facility

like a scythe through grass.

We need to get to
Doomsday Bunker Zero now.

Do you hear me?
Back up.

Whoa.
Look at that fleet.

Look at their trajectory.

They're headed
straight to Earth.

Something must have
called them back.

Maybe this time they won't
be as nice as Morris's ship.

Instead of infecting everyone,

they could just use them
as guided missiles.

There's at least
500 million megatons

of nuclear power
in those fleets.

And if those
spheres still trying

to neutralize Earth's defenses,

it's gonna cut
their time in half.

General Watts is ready
for a spore strike.

But by the time that
any kind of observatory

were to pick up
a nuclear strike,

it's gonna be too late even
if we do stop that spore.

I know we're running out
of time here,

but we need to buy them
time back on Earth.

100 percent.

We need to find some
transmitters now.

What about the drone?

I told you,
it shorted out on impact.

Doesn't even matter.

If we send that signal,

they're gonna find
us right after.

Since we can't use
the drone as a weapon,

maybe we can use it
as a distraction.

We'll alert General Watts

that we no longer
have any bioweapons.

And see if he can send a ship,

any ship, with any type
of bioweapon, ASAP.

Okay, let's grab any comtech we
can salvage from the Destroyer.

Let's go.

Found a satellite dish.

I found a signal repeater.

That's literally blasted
to smithereens.

-Okay, keep looking.
-I found half a missile.

Then there's a
navigation system in this.

Okay.

I'm gonna go look for
a radio transmitter.

Wait, wait. Right here.

No. That barely has five watts.

We're gonna need
a nuclear power plant

if we want to
send a clear signal to Earth.

Okay, what about an EMP?

Smart.

All right, you set the charge,

put the message
to text and loop it.

Okay, then we let
that signal fly

and get as far away as possible.

It's gonna reach Earth
in a few minutes.

Let's do it.

Set.

Shield detect on
your suit as you go.

Still have telemetry?

Yeah, I'm all good.

It looks like it short
circuited my wrist console.

But I'm still intact.

Okay.
We gotta keep moving.

Let's go.

Get up there.

We have total control

of your weapons systems,
General Watts.

Lieutenant Briggs,
General Watts, sit down.

Briggs, don't sit.

You need to release
my lieutenant

before this gets much,
much worse for you, pal.

If you hurt her, you will not
be leaving this bunker alive.

Yeah. And if they don't
kill you, I will.

I know you're pissed.

I know you're doing what
you swore an oath to do.

But this is going to be better.

Better for the world!

You let her go,
and I might let you live.

Do it now.

Do you even know what
neo-lithium is capable of?

It can power anything
without being refined.

It converts into medicine.

It converts easily,
effortlessly,

into raw materials.

And do you know what produces
one million metric tons

of neo-lithium per day
of its own free will?

The life form on
Pandora, General.

So we must surrender now.

We must show them
we're acting in good faith.

You want us to negotiate

with a seemingly
unstoppable force

that wants to kill all of us?

Is that what you want?

Maybe a million people
will die today

so a billion people can
live in paradise tomorrow.

Which billions?
Your kind, or ours?

Take that, bitch.

General, we have
confirmation from

a holdout force
in New Washington.

We have a sighting on
incoming Space Force Fleet

armed to the teeth.

Okay. Have them
contact the fleet

and direct it to attack
any incoming spheres

around the Septagon.

That's what we need.

I have the old ham radios.

I believe that we can
hardwire them

to the building's main repeater

and transmit them
to Pandora.

Kira, wire up the radios.

Briggs, use that
tablet to contact

all assets around
the world still fighting.

They need to fire on our fleet
before it can reach the Earth.

Guys, look.
It's the drone.

Seems like it hasn't been
completely destroyed by the EMP.

Nice.

Officer Black,
radiation repels the organism.

Repeat. Radiation
repels the organism.

I guess they received
our transmission, then.

Radiation.

Yeah, radiation repels it.
That's an access point.

I mean, I still need to be able
to turn that into a kill shot.

General, we just received
a delayed message

from the team on Pandora.

"Enemy has our ships
as guided nukes inbound.

"Will destroy Earth.
Bio Lab gone.

Black needs any ship anywhere
to bring bioweapons."

We are facing nuclear
annihilation.

They've commandeered
our Space Force ships and

used our AI
to cripple our defenses.

Even a fraction of that fleet
has millions of megatons.

They'll kill everything
on the planet before

the Pandora team
can even stop them.

Recall the rest of
the fleet and have them

combat the ships in our orbit.

Do you understand?

I can't, sir.

Our last satellite recon
shows that the entire fleet

is either controlled
by the enemy

or it's completely wiped out.

It's the spore. It's erupting.

How much time do we have?

Thirty-three minutes.

It's the diagnostic on
your blood work, Morales.

My wounds were superficial.

Easy, Morales.

Captain, I'm okay.

Get down on the ground, Morales.

I said I'm fine.

Put the weapon down, Morales.

Guys, guys, guys.
We're on the same team, okay?

I was fighting
against them just--

Put your weapon on
the ground, Morales.

Drop it.

Hey, we have bigger
fish to fry, okay?

That alert means we're
all running out of CO2.

I'm at 19 percent. You?

Yeah, I'm at 19 percent, too.

The spheres are attacking.

Open fire.

I don't have eyes.

Me either.

You got eyes?

Over there!

Come on. Let's move!

All right.
He's around here somewhere.

-Okay, keep your eyes peeled.
-Okay.

Morales, stand down.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Black... Black.

Erin. I'm losing control, okay?

-It's okay.
-But-- but I can--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

Morales, I'm going to
put the gun down, okay?

-Captain--
-I put the gun down.

You put the knife down.

I can't. I--
I can't do that, Captain.

Have you got that, Lieutenant?
Simple.

Nice and easy.

Gun down.
Knife down.

Captain...

Okay. Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

I'm losing control. Captain,
I can't.

Morales, Lieutenant,
that's an order.

I've got a clear shot.

Okay. No, no, no, stop.

Stand down. That's an order.

Morales, you gotta
fight this thing, okay?

No!

I'm sorry, Captain.

I'm sorry.
He almost had me, Black.

I keep losing...

When they reach that door,
do not stop firing.

No. No, Morales.
Throw that knife away.

You know, it's actually--

it's actually not that bad,
Black.

It's actually...
kind of peaceful.

Stay with me a
little bit longer.

Throw that knife away.

Black.

Watch as your world
turns to fire and ash.

You soon will have the same
fate as your grandfather.

I'm sorry, Captain.

You want to kill me?

Then fine.

Here I am.
Come kill me.

You should not have awakened us.

Well, then go back to sleep.

Ah!

General, there's
too many of them.

Keep firing!

Oh, no.

No, it's all right.
You're still here.

You're still here.
You're still here.

You're still here.

No way.

No way.

I mean, I knew the parts
to build you were old,

but not that old.

This is Captain Black.

This message is for my daughter

and perhaps a future grandchild.

You need to know the truth.

When we returned from Pandora,

powerful forces
aligned against us,

trying to revive
that moon's lethal alien life.

By now you may have heard

that I was the one
that saved the Earth.

That is a lie.

The real hero is a woman
named Dr. Jennifer Ryan,

who was forced into hiding by
corporate mercenaries.

Presented as a false hero
and a scientific genius,

I acted as a decoy,
drawing them away from her.

She entrusted me with
the knowledge

that this life form can
adhere to any state of matter.

As she often said,
never judge anything by

its surface
unless it's a protein.

The membrane can be crystallized
at the atomic level.

But she just
couldn't figure out--

They found me.

Whatever you do,
don't let them--

No!

This slime mold isn't dried up.

It's crystallized
from the radiation.

It's an access point.

No, no, no.
No.

No, no!

No!

We are Nova Force.

We don't stop.
We don't quit.

Come on.
Come on, Black.

Okay.
Okay.

Four minutes. Four minutes.

All right, let's go.

Fourteen seconds. Okay.

They did it?

General, they did it.

All the spaceships and
missiles are blowing apart.

They're shattering like ice.

It's like they crystallized.

Commander, you're
never gonna believe this.

Every single invader
is blowing apart!

The whole area is blown out!

She did it.

Do we have any
messages from Pandora?

Sir, our last observatory
tells us that the moon

on Pandora has exploded.

There's no trace of
it above Saturn, sir.

Then we lost her.

We owe her a debt of gratitude.

I wish I could have told her.

Told her what, sir?

That she is the most
elite among them.

The most courageous soldier
to ever be a part of the Force.

Ever.

Sir, wait.

Incoming over the Atlantic,

there's a soldier
free falling to earth,

encased in some crystal.

It's her.
It's Erin Black!

Erin...

Captain Erin Black,

the world owes you
a debt of gratitude

that can never
be truly repaid.

Your sense of honor,
duty and commitment

and unmatched courage have
shaken this solar system

and brought great dignity
to all of humankind.

Humanity has never seen a day
as fine as this one, Captain.

And we'd be honored if you'd
accept this recognition

of all that you've done for us.

Thank you, sir.

I accept this for my
mother and father.

And for my grandfather who
made the ultimate sacrifice.

I'm the one
who's grateful, General.

I truly am grateful.