Original subtitles

"Although we didn't know it at the time,

Dragit's Invasion Fleet was already on its' way

to invade America".

"He was encouraged by reports of chaos".

"He had a right to be".

"From the base on the Dark Side of the Moon,

the meteor bombardment continued".

Because of the massive power failure, we have only

sporadic reports from the East Coast.

But in the West, several major cities are known to have been battered by meteors.

As you can see; there's panic in the streets everywhere.

We...we have no reliable figures, but...

Could you... A...Am I on? Am I on?

Despite pleas from all levels of government to stay calm,

Americans are fleeing their homes in unprecedented numbers.

Police have been unable to maintain any semblence of order whatsoever.

It is complete chaos. Wh...could you...Oh! The President...

Tell the truth! Tell the truth!

Are you getting this? Okay. A...As you can see,

thousands of people are here demanding action from the President.

Yet, as far as we can learn, he is in the White House War Room with his Top Security Advisors.

No one seems to know what the government is doing about the crisis.

Mr. President, if the destruction continues,

at the present rate, the United States as a modern nation

will cease to exist. I think it is imperative

that we remove key personnel of the Government to underground bunkers.

That won't stop the meteors. - Sir, we are dealing here

with an overwhelming power of nature.

Are we? Or is it an unknown hostile force?

Listen! Have any of you bothered to read White House Report MI-8284?

I can't believe this! General Gordon? - Sir! - Didn't you distribute this?

Level One only, Sir.

Haaa! This report indicates that the meteors are being deliberately

fired from a base on the Dark Side of the Moon.

With all due respect, Sir! The technical capability

for such a weapon does not exist. - The meteors are a fact, Admiral!

Any idiot can see that they're being aimed at specific targets.

Aimed by who, Sir? - The report suggests Military Forces from another planet.

8284 cites evidence of a long term alien presence here.

And, on the Farside of the Moon! - Sir!

That report was written by Major Stark.

A maverick officer given to hysterical speculation.

I've known Phil Stark for many years; he is not given to hysteria.

U...until a few months ago, I would've agreed with you, Sir.

But recently he's shown aberrant behavior.

Well, maybe you would too General, if you thought you were right!

I tell you Ladies and Gentlemen, this report is the only thing that makes sense.

No...no...no! I don't want to hear any more debate!

Admiral Ropert, you will take every possible action on the assumption

that there are hostile forces on the Moon.

I expect you to locate and destroy them!

But, Mr. President! We do not have the material means to deal with this hypothesis.

What about the new Super Shuttle? It can reach the Moon!

Well, yes Sir, but it's unarmed. - Then arm it!

And get it up there now! We have no other options! - Yes Sir!

"Doc's plan to steal the new space shuttle was ready".

"But if any one found out we were there,

we'd come all this way for nothing.

All clear! I knew this would come in handy.

What? - This! I've got it hid behind this hologram.

Ha ha ha, well, I'll be damned! - I told you he was resourcful.

Okay, lets groom up.

These look like the real thing. - They are. I had a little help.

What are these? - Tyrussian Space Hinges. You're gonna love that part!

Now now now, none of that. You'll have this whole nice swamp, lots of Gators to eat.

And I'll be back. That's a promise!

When is your "Magic Connection" to your sister supposed to kick in?

We're not close enough yet. Just keep flying south.

Andrews Tower this is Air Force 1-6 ready for takeoff.

Roger 1-6. Destination Cape Kennedy.

You're cleared for takeoff. Have a good flight General.

Range 4,000 (alien speak). - Battle Stations! - You are not seriously thinking of attacking?

We do not have a chance. - We have a chance...

a chance to cut off the head of the dragon!

Don't you think it's worth the risk?

Disengage Stealth.

Ooshati Raider attacking in 3rd Quadrant.

Battle Stations!

Launch the Interceptors!

Get Them!

We hurt them, Sir! - And we will hurt them...again.

Damage Report! - Minor integrity loss...being repaired.

How long?

48 hours. - Damn them!

Something else Sir; We have identified the Raider!

Well, well, well!

You think we can get away with it? Piece of Cake!

Yeah, you hope!

Cargo for the shuttle. - Oh, you part of the President's crazy new orders?

Huh? - It's pretty short notice for us to get the Shuttle to the Moon.

You know where to go? - Oh, yeah.

Mr. President; Wright Dreyer from Kennedy Space Center on Three.

Dreyer; where are we? - Not good, Mr. President.

I don't think you appreciate how much is involved in setting up a launch!

You were already running a countdown. - That was sub-orbital, Sir.

We have to write a whole new program,

and the crew is scattered. - Well, write the new program,

get the crew back and let's get that bird launched.

It's going to take us a couple 'a days! - I want to go off today!

Do whatever it takes!

We're all set.

Ohh, what the Hell's goin on here? - Additional cargo for the Shuttle.

Nobody told me. - No, it's Top Secret.

Yeah, you can buy one of those for twenty bucks in any bar.

This one's origional. - Maybe.

But you ain't going near that shuttle until I've checked you out.

This is Grogan, patch me through to Mr. Dreyer.

Is there some trouble here? - Sir!

These people claim to have unlisted Secret Cargo for the Intrepid.

That's right. We've been expecting them.

You made good time.

I...I guess it's ok Dr. Kaslick, but somebody should have notified me.

White House priorities. Someone's always left out of the loop.

Yeah, cancel that patch. I'm comin in.

I'm sorry Sir, just... - Doin your job. Yeah, I know all about it.

You must be...David-Oosha. I give you greetings.

Doc? - May I introduce Dr. Milo Kaslick?

Deputy Director of Shuttle Operations. And a fellow deserter from Tyrus.

Told ya I had some help. - Yeah!

We hear the President's ordered a moon flight.

Right! Good news is: they wrote your program for you.

Bad news is: the launch is in 5 hours.

What about the Real Astronauts?

Umph! Seems somehow their recall orders got delayed.

Yeah! - All right! What'll we do?

I'll brief you on flight systems. Nothin you can't handle.

When you reach Lunar orbit, you can put your own plan into effect.

All right people, let's get our gear!

What? - That way!

Huh! N...never seen anything like this before. What is it?

Top Secret! If I told ya, I'd have to kill ya.

Ha ha! Yeah, sure. - You learn fast.

This is Mission Control: We're at "T" minus 2 hours and counting.

I used to dream about being an Astronaut.

I guess it's in the Genes. - Yeah.

"Genetics is The Final Mystery".

That's what my mother used to say.

Never thought I'd lose her. - I know how that feels.

Ahhh! - What is it? - Simon! - Huh?

There's a Telepathic Link between my brother and me.

Oww! David, he's using me to find you! - Wait, where you going?

What are you doing? - I can't stay near you!

But Sonia... - Don't you get it?

If I stay, they'll kill you. - I don't want you to go.

Haa...Gook luck!

They're moving. That way!

"T" minus one hour and holding.

In there.

This is Kaslick, let me talk to Dreyer.

Yeah Kaslich, what is it? - They're here and suiting up.

Haa, Good work man. Resume the countdown.

Resuming countdown at "T" minus 60 minutes.

Could you zip that zipper for me? - Whooho, "Bad Time" at Glenport High.

Sorry.

They're down there. - Airforce 1-6: This is Bird Dog, over.

This is 1-6, over. - We've located them General.

Cape Kennedy? - No, Sir. On I95 heading for Georgia.

Idiot! They're leading you on a "Wild Goose Chase".

Get rid of 'im. - Yes, Sir.

What'd he say?

Simon!

Simon! Simon!

Sonia, help me. - You betrayed me, Simon!

None of this would have happened if you hadn't let David Carter go.

Take my hand.

The Astronauts are entering the shuttle at "T" minus 3 minutes.

The Emergency Panel is over there. - Got it.

Success!

Uh! - These suits are really cool.

I always hoped, I could go to the Moon.

Time to start hopin' you get to come back.

We're really gonna do it.

All systems: "GO". - Auxiliary Power off.

UBANT's normal. - Guidence Check: "GO".

Umbilicals off. - 3... - Hydraulics in the "Green".

"T" minus 1 minute.

Port booster: "GO". - Starboard booster: "GO".

Main propulsion : "GO". - "T" minus 10 seconds.

9...8...7...6...

You goin without us? - 5... 4...

Who's on board? - Not us.

2... 1... - Abort! Abort!

Get Security to the Shuttle now!

Those onboard the Intrepid. Identify yourselves!

Shut that off. - Whoever you are, you're in a mess of trouble.

They've blocked off the Command Routine. - She's all set for liftoff!

There's got to be a way. - We can override.

We can substitute the Onboard Computer.

This one? - Maybe this here?

No! that one. - Cops comin!

Go for it! Strap in!

Yosh!

Get me the White House.

Runnin Hot, Straight, and Normal. Next stop, the Moon!

White House 1, this is Airforce 1-6: Get me The Boss now!

Gordon, where are you? - Sir, I'm in an F-118,

and I have the hijacked Space Shuttle in sight. Permission to attack?

Hold up...hold up! We're trying to find out who's flying 'er.

Mr. President: This is Phil Stark. - Phil, thank God! Where are you?

On the Intrepid. Enroute to the moon. - Mr. President, I am "In Range".

You must give me permission to fire.

My people and I can stop the meteors, Sir.

We're the only ones that can. - Closing on target.

John! Don't you know in your gut, that you can trust me?

Locking on. - Do not fire!

General Gordon, you hear me? Do not fire!

You're breaking up, Sir. - General Gordon...

All right!

Mission Control: damage is minimal.

We are on course.

Haa, thank God.