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Early Bird, this is Strike Control. Multiple bogeys closing at 099.

Launch your missiles! Repeat; Launch your missiles!

Bravo Squadron; bogeys twelve o'clock high.

First "Pidgin" is mine.

"Hawk" into the air.

Break off! Break off!

Early Bird; Abort! Get outta there! Get outta there!

Pentagon sources refused to comment on reports of

at least one, possibly more aerial engagements today with the deadly meteors.

Meanwhile, the country's Military Forces remain on full alert,

as the meteors continue to impact the heart

of our nation's defense system. Leading many

to the conclusion that America is under attack

by hostile, and as of yet unknown forces.

The President has scheduled a Press Conference within the hour.

Jim? Honey?

Haa, David's alright Jim. I just know it.

You don't understand; He's gone.

The invasion coming, and there's just nothing I can do about it.

Listen to me! You can't give up hope.

David wouldn't want you to.

(Radio): Callin David Carter. Callin David Carter.

(Radio): Come in, David Carter.

(Radio): Hey kid, where are you? - Is there a radio on?

It's Doc! Hey Doc. It's Jim...Jim Bailey.

Finally! Listen Jim;

I gotta reach the kid. Things are movin fast!

The Ooshati think that Dragit's gonna get "Cocky",

maybe move up the invasion. - Can't they do anything to stop it?

Not enough of 'em. But I got a plan.

Well, what can we do to help? - Ah, th...this is my mom.

Well, Hello! Okay,

find the kid. Tell him I'm in Mosquito Lagoon

in Florida. Have him meet me there.

I...I don't know how to reach him.

Wait a minute. Would it help to locate...Sergeant Angie Romar?

Looks like nobody home. - Let's check out those hangers. - Yes sir.

She's beautiful!

Romar. Hey, how are you?

Yeah, he's right here. It's for you.

Hello? Jim!

David, I don't believe it. Listen man, bad news.

Doc says the invasion is gonna be moved up.

How soon? - He didn't say,

but he's got a plan. He wants you to meet him in Florida.

Where in Florida? - A place called "Mosquito Lagoon".

We'll find it. Thanks man. - You can thank me in person.

I'm comin too. - Jim, listen; it could be dangerous!

I don't wanna hear it, I'm comin. I'll get there somehow.

You're crazy man!

Did you find 'im? - Yeah, he's on his way.

Listen; how do I get this Tyrussian bike of yours started?

Simple. Just rotate the kickstand clockwise twice,

then give it a yank. The bike will run normal after that.

What's this? - Can't save the world on an empty stomach.

I'm a mom! It's what I do.

I'm so very proud of you, Jim!

Be careful.

Well, it's been over an hour; maybe they've stopped.

Let's keep our fingers crossed. - Our fingers crossed?

Sir, the press is waiting. - I don't give a damn about the press!

What am I supposed to tell the American people?

The truth, sir. - The truth.

That we don't know where these things are coming from. That we don't know who's sending them?

CIA, FBI, DOD, nobody knows anything.

I'm blind here people, and I don't like it!

I want answers now! - Sir, our entire Missle System is at Defcon 5.

That's all we can do! - Sir, Satellite Tracking reports; "In-coming".

Tell me they're gonna hit the Pacific. - No, sir;

tracking indicates...Hoover Dam.

Admiral, launch your missles!

Got 'em! - We got 'em! Yeah! Ha Ha Ha, yeah!

Hold it; they're still coming, Sir. - Oh dear God!

So our best weapons can't stop 'em.

What do you suggest I tell the American people, now?

Mr. President! - One at a time!

We've been able to track the meteors trajectory.

Apparently some form of geological disturbance,

is happening on the Dark Side of the Moon.

We're...listen to me; we are in the process of positioning an observation satellite.

Mr. President!...How do you explain the specific nature of the meteors targets?

I'm not sure I'd call them "Targets".

Oh come on Mr. President; Fort Hood, Fort Meyers, NORAD the Hoover Dam!

Yes, and lighthouses, and small towns, and the ocean and the desert.

Not every meteor is taking out something strategic.

What are you doing to protect the general population?

We're doing everything possible to protect everybody!

Can you be more specific? - Not at this time.

Humm, see them feeding upon their fear.

As a race they're hardly worth conquering. But their planet;

that is a...jewel to be possessed!

By this time tomorrow, our meteors will have taken out

their entire power structure. Their Early Warning Systems are gone.

The bold move would be to invade now, while they're in chaos.

Where would our ships re-supply? - Anywhere in America.

Look at them! They offer no hope of resistance.

There are other factors. The Ooshati; we've underestimated them before.

A ragtag group of mal-contents to busy warring among themselves to be of concern to us.

But if they found someone to unite them.

Say, the son of Cale-Oosha! - A minor problem.

But, notify Gordon. Have him hunt down David Carter

and eliminate him.

Invasion now? Hmmm, I wonder.

He's a Natural. - Yeah, "a Natural".

You! What are you doing here?

We have to find David Carter! We need his help!

Take us to him! - Hey, hey, I'm not taking you anywhere.

Yes, you are! - Oh, that's just great!

What're you gonna do? Shoot me? - If I have to.

Back there, it was like...you knew he was leaving.

Yeah, we have this...this bond. Ah, telepathic or something.

Without me, he doesn't know what he's doing.

The Tyrussians will find him. - Give me the gun.

Get on.

There she is!

Doc! Blue!

Hey Kid, glad you could make it.

Doc, you look so...clean. - It's a disguise.

Blue doesn't mind it; says I look like an Engine Mechanic.

H...he's all right! Just don't try to pet him.

Don't worry.

Doc, this is Major Stark and Sergeant Romar.

Major. Sergeant.

Glad to have you aboard! - Aboard?

Aren't you here to help?

We're here to take the Shuttle to the Moon.

No! I'm here to take the Shuttle to the Moon.

And we just got eight hours to do it in.

Hmmm, you've got a plan? - Buddy, you'd better believe it!

What d' we got? - Oh man, the meteors just continue

to fall, like they're on some kind of schedule. I don't ah...

Admiral, what happened to our Star Wars technology?

Sir, you vetoed most of the funding for it's development.

Don't pin this on me! We've got to give the people hope.

I understand that Sir, but we're up against the wall!

Sir, it's for you. - Not now.

I believe you'll want to take this one Sir.

Gordon. - Guess who?

You're a dead man! - I'd rather not be.

And I've got something to bargain with.

I don't have time for games. - This is no game.

I want to trade a life for a life. His for mine.

Who? - I can take you to David Carter.

They've increased security. - Doesn't matter.

All we gotta do is act natural.

Hell, I've been comin and goin for days, nobody's even given me a second look.

Why not go tonight? Over the fence?

The plan doesn't work that way! Trust me! Shhh! Listen.

Jim.

Jim! - David!

What's she doing here? - She sort of insisted I bring her along.

I don't think they're real happy to see you.

And what about you? - I don't know yet.

Depends on why you're here? - The Tyrussians killed my mother.

Now they're after me.

How do we know that this isn't some sort of trap?

You don't. Look, I know nothing I say

is going to convince you. But I can help.

David and I...share...certain abilities. Together we'd be stronger.

You brought her, what do you think?

I trust her. - She stays.

Well, come on! We got work to do.

You'll understand if I don't salute, General?

Give me a reason not to kill you now!

I didn't let David Carter escape! It was my sister.

Besides, I can lead you back to him. - How?

Not so fast. If I deliver him,

You'll forget I ever existed right?

David Carter in exchange for your life?

How do I know you can find him?

My sister and I have got this telepathic bond.

She's with him now, and I can take you there.

Lomack! You remember Lomack?

What is this?

Lomack has a team and a "Chopper".

Take him wherever he wants to go.

Excellent! - But understand this;

I want David Carter dead. - Me too General. Me too!

This meat's delicious! - Well, you can thank old Blue.

He provided the entree.

Hum...what is it? - Gator.

Leave 'em be. He's got to figure this out on his own.

Here. - Thanks.

You okay? - Why'd you let me stay?

You remember when you let me escape from the brainwashing?

I asked you why. You said, you didn't know.

Well, I don't know either.

"I don't know what I was looking for". "A sign maybe"?

"That what we were about to do would work".

"But all I saw was meteor after meteor

being launched at Earth by Dragit".

"And I knew no matter what, we had to try".

How soon will we complete Phase Two?

In twenty four hours Dragit. Phase three will take another month.

Hmm, why wait?

Alert all the Division Commanders; we go now.

Notify Balchor. I'm travelling to the moon base

to oversee the invasion personally.

Move!