Original subtitles

RUDOLPHO: What I'm saying is that the Mars prison

transfer was a waste of our time.

TRAVIS: Yeah, but when we enter Mars jurisdiction,

we're gonna pick up more work and after that.

CARAVAGGIO: Travis. TRAVIS: What?

CARAVAGGIO: I've just detected an uncharted debris field

on the edge of Saturn orbit.

TRAVIS: We're at risk?

CARAVAGGIO: Not as long as we stay outside the debris field.

But I'm detecting process material

spread out over 12,000 kilometer area.

[Ambient Space Music] [Spaceship Humming]

TRAVIS: So, what is it?

Ship wreckage?

CARAVAGGIO: Yes, it must have been a large one.

The dispersal pattern suggests

an internal explosion, not an attack.

I've just confirmed with Saturn Fed

this is uncharted wreckage.

PERCY: That's strange.

TRAVIS: So there's no record of any ship in this sector?

CARAVAGGIO: No, it appears, attention,

I'm detecting a life form in the debris field.

TRAVIS: Well, let's see it.

[Mysterious Music]

PERCY: There's someone alive in that?

RUDOLPHO: Or something.

TRAVIS: Car, any chance of finding out who

or what's in there?

CARAVAGGIO: No, the container appears to be

some sort of escape pod.

It's not a technology I'm familiar with.

MARCUS: Escape pod?

Looks more like a coffin to me.

TRAVIS: That pod calls for a retrieval then.

CARAVAGGIO: Negative.

The debris field is too congested.

PERCY: So send in the beetles.

RUDOLPHO: Hold on a second.

We don't know what's inside that thing.

I don't trust it.

I mean it's floating out there for a reason,

and I bet that reason is bad.

PERCY: But aren't you curious?

It's a human being.

TRAVIS: Okay, okay, Car, what about contamination?

CARAVAGGIO: I cannot estimate that possibility.

PERCY: Quarantine it in the infirmary.

Deal with it there.

[Beetles Buzzing]

[Ambient Space Music]

CARAVAGGIO: No biological or bio contamination.

It would be unnecessary to quarantine.

CALLISTA: Car, what's in there?

CARAVAGGIO: I am unable to determine.

All I can tell is that whatever's in there is alive.

[Mysterious Music]

[Electricity Shock]

TRAVIS: You okay?

PERCY: I'm fine.

[Opening Theme Music]

RUDOLPHO: Why are we wasting our time,

hanging around here, trying to work out what happened?

CALLISTA: So you don't wanna know how this guy

got out here or what happened to his ship?

RUDOLPHO: No, I wanna start earning some money.

TRAVIS: Car, have you done a full bio scan?

CARAVAGGIO: Yes, no signs of physical damage

and he appears normal.

TRAVIS: What about ID?

CARAVAGGIO: I'm conducting a comprehensive ID search,

but so far nothing.

RUDOLPHO: I don't care who he is or where he came from.

Let's just get to Mars and dump him.

PERCY: Where do you get off caring about money

and never thinking about people?

RUDOLPHO: What did I say?

[Ship Rattles]

CALLISTA: What was that?

CARAVAGGIO: Avoidance maneuvers.

TRAVIS: What are we avoiding?

CARAVAGGIO: A small vessel.

[Soft Concerning Music]

[Gasping]

CARAVAGGIO: I'm reading blast damage similar

to what we found on the escape pod.

MARCUS: From our mystery ship.

TRAVIS: Life size?

CARAVAGGIO: Nothing I can clearly identify.

She's carrying heavy ordinands.

CALLISTA: A fighter.

RUDOLPHO: Wow, she's a beaut.

We should bring that on board.

She could fetch a fair price.

TRAVIS: Well, you know we can't do that.

RUDOLPHO: Why?

TRAVIS: 'Cause if we get caught,

there's a fortune into paying fines.

I mean, you willing to take the risk?

RUDOLPHO: Since when did you give a fart

about rules and regulations?

TRAVIS: I didn't say I wasn't tempted.

PERCY: What did you do?

What did you do to get yourself locked in a box?

Who knows what I did to get myself locked

in this box for 25 years, give or take a few.

I probably don't deserve any better.

Hi.

MISHKIN: Hi.

PERCY: Welcome to the world outside your box.

MISHKIN: What box?

PERCY: The one we found you in floating in all the garbage.

MISHKIN: I was floating in garbage?

PERCY: As far as the eye could see.

MISHKIN: Must be where I belong.

CARAVAGGIO: I have repeatedly scanned the debris field for

any piece of evidence that might help identify our guest.

TRAVIS: And don't tell me, nothing.

CARAVAGGIO: I was able to recover some transmissions

referring to the name, Mishkin, but nothing conclusive.

TRAVIS: Well, let's keep our guest under

constant surveillance, shall we.

Just see if you can discover anything about him.

RUDOLPHO: There's something wrong with our spaceman.

I mean, who would put him in a sarcophagus

and dump him into space?

MARCUS: Sarcophagus.

Oh, you mean this guy's a king.

RUDOLPHO: Did I say that?

Did I say our floater was of the blood purple?

MARCUS: Purple.

RUDOLPHO: The color of royalty.

When the sacred ruled over the prevailing.

Why don't we get Travis a white toga with purple trim

and us in loincloths working as slaves?

MARCUS: Leave that out, Rudolpho.

RUDOLPHO: Oh, well, it's making me itch.

That juicy ship out there waiting to be plucked,

and they're more stuck-up and telling me the law.

Me?

MARCUS: Yeah, well, maybe he shares your concern

for profit and loss, eh?

PERCY [O.C]: So you remember nothing?

MISHKIN: I remember stars.

Lots of stars.

Too many to count.

It was a waste.

What was God thinking?

PERCY: What was she thinking?

What's that?

MISHKIN: What do you think it is?

PERCY: Maybe it's your name.

MISHKIN: My name.

PERCY: I'm Percy by the way.

MISHKIN: I don't know who I am.

PERCY: I wanna help you.

Very weird for me, but I do.

MISHKIN: Why do you wanna help me?

PERCY: I should probably get you to the bridge.

Let everyone know you're fine.

What are you doing?

MISHKIN: What do you mean?

PERCY: That thing you just did.

MISHKIN: You liked it.

[Spaceship Humming]

TRAVIS: Car, any luck putting a name

to our mysterious guest?

CARAVAGGIO: No, facial or retinal matches

in any database in the solar system.

And no one has filed an overdue arrival report

for any ship in this sector.

It is most unusual.

MISHKIN: You didn't like it?

PERCY: Let's just go,

spaceman.

MISHKIN: Glad you wanna help me

'cause I wanna help you.

PERCY: Help me how?

MISHKIN: It's obvious, isn't it?

TRAVIS: Never seen anything like it.

CALLISTA: Neither have I.

PERCY: Caravaggio.

CARAVAGGIO: No ID confirmation

from any of my comparative memory banks.

I have no frame of reference.

MISHKIN: With your permission, I'd like to rest now.

TRAVIS: Yeah, yeah, of course.

Well, we're not transporting any prisoners at the moment.

The brig's free.

PERCY: He's not a prisoner.

TRAVIS: No, no, I didn't say he was.

PERCY: I'm not gonna put him in the brig.

He can rest in my quarters for now.

MARCUS: And I said.

[Electric Shock]

PERCY: Nice, nice, get out of the way!

RUDOLPHO: She's a charmer, isn't she, Marcus?

Marcus, Marcus.

MARCUS: Sorry, I wasn't paying attention.

RUDOLPHO: No, you and everybody else on this ship.

CARAVAGGIO: I've universally broadcast his image

in hope of recognition from someone.

TRAVIS: Good, the sooner he's off the ship, the better.

MISHKIN: All you've ever known is this ship.

PERCY: Pretty pathetic, I know.

Missing out on whole galaxies of

countless wonders to see and all that.

MISHKIN: You think leaving here would make you happy?

PERCY: Well, I've always wanted to be a stripper in Syn City.

MISHKIN: Would that make you happy?

PERCY: I was just kidding.

[Chuckling]

RUDOLPHO: The Tulip is mine.

I can prove it.

I have documents to prove it.

Travis is a technical partner with no investment.

And Percy, she's got squatter's right somewhat.

MARCUS: So, what's in it for me?

RUDOLPHO: You cast your lightning with me, sunshine,

and I promise you shedloads of money.

What else have you got?

PERCY: Why do you wanna help me?

[Tense Music]

MISHKIN: 'Cause you want me to.

PERCY: Oh.

You always do what people want?

MISHKIN: Is that horrible?

Am I a bad boy?

PERCY: Kinda.

Uh-huh.

MARCUS: You know what, you're right.

I mean, I don't own anything.

The Raiders brought me up.

I don't even have a family.

RUDOLPHO: My father was a booze-hound.

Shot dead at the age of 24 in a bar.

Three weeks later, my mother married her fella.

Nice bloke.

Hung himself.

I just assume not have the legacy lad.

MARCUS: Are you saying I'm lucky?

At least you had a mother and father.

Do you know I'd give you--

RUDOLPHO: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, okay.

MARCUS: Yeah, well.

[Breathing Heavily]

[Ethereal Music]

RUDOLPHO: You help me get the Tulip back

and I'll promise you, I guarantee you money.

First, we have to lose a couple of friends.

It's hard.

I know it, but it has to be done.

Do you agree?

MARCUS: I agree.

[Chuckling]

MARCUS: But how are we gonna do that?

RUDOLPHO: I have a cunning plan.

Can you submit a signal and bounce it back like a ball

so you'd think it came from the thing you bounced it off?

[Laughing]

MARCUS: Well, that's easy.

[Chuckling Cunningly]

[Tense Music]

MARCUS: That should do it.

TRAVIS: What's the problem?

CARAVAGGIO: I'm picking up distress signals

from the abandoned fighter.

There's a child's voice too, I think.

CHILD: Help me, help me, I'm all alone, please help.

CARAVAGGIO: There's more which is barely audible.

[Child Mumbling]

CALLISTA: What do you think?

TRAVIS: I don't know, I think we have to go and check it out.

CALLISTA: With all that wreckage, it's dangerous.

TRAVIS: Yeah, but it sounds like a child, doesn't it?

CALLISTA: I'm coming with you.

TRAVIS: Car, power up the shuttle.

CARAVAGGIO: Yes, sir.

MISHKIN: I remember something.

PERCY: What?

MISHKIN: I'm dangerous.

PERCY: What do you mean?

MISHKIN: You gotta put me back.

PERCY: Back where?

Inside?

Are you nuts?

MISHKIN: It's where I belong.

[Spaceship Whooshing]

[Engine Powering Down]

TRAVIS: Emergency backup.

CALLISTA: What was that?

Okay, I have no engine.

We're drifting.

Oh my god, we're gonna collide.

TRAVIS: Hold on.

[Ship Thumping]

CALLISTA: You know how they say your whole life

flashes in front of your eyes?

Mine just did.

TRAVIS: Caravaggio, we've just lost our power here.

We're gonna need some help.

Caravaggio, come in.

[Marcus and Rudolpho Laughing]

TRAVIS: What's so funny?

RUDOLPHO: Help me, help me, captain,

help please, please help.

Save me.

MARCUS: Help, please save me from the Raiders.

TRAVIS: I hope this is a joke.

RUDOLPHO: No joke, captain.

We are revolting, aren't we?

We've taken over the ship.

MARCUS: Actually, we are quite revolting.

TRAVIS: I'm aware of that, Marcus.

Put Rudolpho on.

RUDOLPHO: The ship's ours now, captain, ta-ta.

Over and out, Car.

CALLISTA: Have they gone nuts?

[Atmospheric Ambience]

RUDOLPHO: Caravaggio, lodge Ms. Montana's beetles

and fetch that fighter ship.

CARAVAGGIO: Are you sure?

Just do it!

[Tense Music]

[Beetles Buzzing]

CALLISTA: So, which frequency are you at?

TRAVIS: Well, let me try.

CALLISTA: You don't think I can do it?

TRAVIS: I didn't say that.

CALLISTA: I don't need your help, Travis.

I think you're needed at your chair,

captain.

We should be able to take the emergency

beacon frequency and broadcast out on that.

TRAVIS: 94.5.

CALLISTA: 94.5.

TRAVIS: Our emergency frequency.

CALLISTA: Right.

[Beetles Soaring]

RUDOLPHO: You know mate, we are gonna make out

like Raiders on this one.

MARCUS: Raiders.

Raiders, yeah.

Poof.

TRAVIS: What's happening, Car?

CARAVAGGIO: I'm not programmed to judge on human behavior,

but some deviance seems to be occurring.

TRAVIS: What about Percy?

CARAVAGGIO: She's asleep at the moment.

I think the sexual relation she enjoyed

with Mishkin have exhausted her.

CALLISTA: What?

[Laughing]

TRAVIS: This is crazy, this Mishkin's up to something.

Car, I need to broadcast the Mayday.

CARAVAGGIO: Go ahead, captain.

TRAVIS [O.C]: We may have a mutiny situation.

Repeat mutiny, please respond.

At the moment, we are stranded in a shuttlecraft

which at this minute is powerless.

[Beetles Buzzing]

RUDOLPHO: Excellent.

Now all we gotta do is find a bio for it in the Tulip.

What do you think lad?

Make us rich.

MARCUS: No.

No, I don't think so.

I think we should join up with the Raiders.

Use this piece of crap as a pirate ship, you know.

You've started already Rudy, stealing that fighter.

And like you said, she's a juicy price.

RUDOLPHO: Yes.

She has a very profitable career,

but dangerous and short-lived.

MARCUS: But a lot of fun.

PERCY: Oh, crap.

[Buttons Beeping]

[Tense Music]

RUDOLPHO: I've got two ships to sell.

One, a neat little fighter with a few scratch marks.

The other, a grand old, elegant,

space cruise liner, in good condition.

Now I have proof of ownership of the liner.

MARCUS: I've seen enough, Caravaggio.

CARAVAGGIO: I just thought someone should about this.

MARCUS: Rudolpho hasn't been himself lately.

I think we should confine him to his quarters.

CARAVAGGIO: Marcus.

MARCUS: On medical grounds.

[Gun Zaps]

CARAVAGGIO: Oh, dear.

RUDOLPHO: What's going on?

MARCUS: Rudolpho, you sneaky bastard.

You were gonna sell those ships, weren't you?

RUDOLPHO: Yeah, I'm trying to get the best deal

for the both of us.

MARCUS: Yeah, well, thanks, but no thanks.

Oh, and by the way, these doors to your quarters

are made of two inch armor plate.

You try and blast them, you're cook.

[Tense Music]

TRAVIS: I'm sorry, colonel, we're in what?

COLONEL: Great danger, captain.

Didn't you receive our transmission?

TRAVIS: I told you we never received a transmission.

Colonel, who is this Mishkin exactly?

COLONEL: His case is classified.

No one should touch him or engage him in any way.

Think of him as an extreme hostile.

Isolate him.

TRAVIS: Yeah, well, that's a bit difficult

as we're stranded here in space

and he's wandering about our ship.

COLONEL: Sit tight, we'll be with you soon.

TRAVIS: Sit tight.

[Tense Music]

MARCUS: Car, set a course for IO.

There's an asteroid close by where the Verrun hang out.

Let's go and say hello.

[Spaceship Humming]

TRAVIS: Car, what's happening?

You're leaving.

MARCUS: Travis.

I'm taking the ship out of here.

I'm going back to the Raiders.

TRAVIS: Are you out of your mind, Marcus?

MARCUS: No, actually, I'm right where I wanna be.

Nice chair you have here, Trav.

CALLISTA: Okay.

So what do we do now?

TRAVIS: Good question.

CALLISTA: What the hell has gotten into Marcus?

TRAVIS: I don't know, power.

PERCY: What are you doing?

MARCUS: I'm the new captain.

PERCY: Where's Travis?

MARCUS: Oh, I've taken care of all of them,

but you don't have to worry your pretty little head about it.

They're still alive.

Where's your friend?

PERCY: I can't find him at the moment.

Where is everyone, Marcus?

MARCUS: This, Percy, is my time.

You see, I've realized something.

If you want anything in this life, you have to take it.

So I'm taking the Tulip, and then I'm gonna use her

to take from the rest of the universe.

PERCY: Is this supposed to be funny?

Am I supposed to laugh?

MARCUS: No.

You really don't wanna be laughing at me, Percy.

Are we understanding each other?

PERCY: Yeah.

MARCUS: Okay, so you go and find me your friend.

What was his name again?

PERCY: You know his name.

MARCUS: Say it, Percy.

PERCY: Mishkin.

MARCUS: Yeah, you go and find me, Mishkin.

PERCY: Car, status on Rudolpho.

CARAVAGGIO: Rudolpho is kept to confined quarters.

His bio signs indicate that he is

fighting some sort of infection.

PERCY: Where are Callie and Travis?

CARAVAGGIO: They're on the shuttle

which is currently sitting power down in the midst

of the debris field where we found our friend.

PERCY: Okay, can I talk to Travis?

CARAVAGGIO: Your wish, Ms. Percy.

PERCY: Travis, you there?

TRAVIS: Yes, Percy, where else would we be?

PERCY: Marcus is showing his ugly Raider roots.

No offense.

TRAVIS: I need you to make a promise to me, Percy.

Stay away from Mishkin.

PERCY: Why?

TRAVIS: I don't know what exactly but he's dangerous.

Now we have help coming for us

but I don't know how long it'll take.

PERCY: Mishkin's fine.

CALLISTA: Stop acting like a schoolgirl with a crush, Percy.

There's something wrong here and you know it.

PERCY: He's a little crazy, but he's no crazier than you.

CALLISTA: So now you're defending him

because you did something stupid with him.

Are you hiding him, Percy?

PERCY: When you get a man, you can criticize mine,

okay, Callista.

CALLISTA: Percy.

Great.

[Groaning]

CARAVAGGIO: Are you feeling well?

RUDOLPHO: What, have I been unwell?

CARAVAGGIO: That's what Marcus told me.

RUDOLPHO: Well, what do you think?

CARAVAGGIO: Well, you have been in contact with Mishkin.

RUDOLPHO: Eh?

CARAVGGIO: There's a change in the brain pattern activity

in everyone he's touched.

It's like a virus, only more dangerous.

It affects judgment.

RUDOLPHO: Right.

CARAVAGGIO: Your brain pattern has returned to normal,

so I deduce that the effects aren't permanent.

That is why I've decided to bring

the Tulip back to the debris field.

RUDOLPHO: What about Marcus?

CARAVAGGIO: There's been no change so far.

He is still, as you might say, crazy.

[Glass Shattering]

PERCY: Are you okay?

MISHKIN: I remember everything.

It's all bad.

[Coughing]

PERCY: I'll take care of you, I promise.

RUDOLPHO: So you can't open the doors?

CARAVAGGIO: No, they're jammed shut.

RUDOLPHO: What if I set my guns to max and blast them open?

CARAVAGGIO: Possibly.

However, melting the metal in this

confined space could superheat the air.

RUDOLPHO: You're saying I might fry?

CARAVAGGIO: Precisely.

I can't advise that.

[Gun Zapping]

MISHKIN: That's my identification.

I'm a military experiment, codename Trojan horse.

I'm the prototype.

I'm too dangerous.

That's why I escaped.

You gotta get me off your ship.

PERCY: There must be something else I can do.

I can't do that.

MISHKIN: If I stay, you'll die.

I don't want that.

PERCY: Well, I don't wanna throw you away.

I just found you.

[Atmospheric Ambience]

COLONEL: We can't get any closer.

You seem to be parked in the middle of a wreck site.

Do you have enough water and air to survive?

TRAVIS: Yeah, but can't you just connect a line until it's out?

COLONEL: No.

It would delay us.

My priority is Mishkin.

Our sensors have detected the Trans-Utopian heat trail.

We'll overtake your vessel and board it.

You'll have her back, captain.

RUDOLPHO: Okay, Marcus, freeze.

We need to talk.

You're ill.

You don't know it, you're not yourself, but you're ill.

Marcus.

Sorry, son.

[Laughing]

MARCUS: It was a hologram, fat man, freeze.

RUDOLPHO: You got a gun pointed at my back.

Are you prepared to kill me?

Are you?

MARCUS: Well, maybe I am.

[Tense Music]

[Gun Zaps]

RUDOLPHO: Pretty fast for a fat man, eh.

MARCUS: Come on then, fat man.

Oh!

RUDOLPHO: Twerp.

CARAVAGGIO: Percy, we've been boarded.

They're here for Mishkin.

Looks like they have state of the art scanners.

PERCY: Car, scramble our respective signatures

and transmit towards my quarters.

CARAVAGGIO: Yes, of course.

[Tense Music]

RUDOLPHO: Marcus!

[Gun Zaps]

RUDOLPHO: Ow, ow, hot.

Ow, hot, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

[Sobbing]

MISHKIN: Help me.

[Low Suspenseful Music]

[Laser Pointing]

MARCUS: How did you do that?

RUDOLPHO: Misdirection there boy.

It's an old magic trick.

Night night.

CARAVAGGIO: I'm afraid melting the door

has discharged the batteries.

RUDOLPHO: Damn.

Oh, no, hold on, hold on, hold on.

Now I know a little fellow like you

couldn't take on a big fellow like me,

not without your superior fire power.

So please don't be hasty.

[Yelling] MARCUS: What do you mean,

little?

RUDOLPHO: Well, you are quite small.

Petite even.

MARCUS: I'll show you I don't need this

to prove who the bigger guy is.

RUDOLPHO: Really?

MARCUS: Really.

RUDOLPHO: I think you just made a big mistake.

MARCUS: Yeah?

RUDOLPHO: Oh, yeah.

MARCUS: Yeah? RUDOLPHO: Yeah.

MARCUS: Yeah? RUDOLPHO: Yeah.

MARCUS: Yeah! RUDOLPHO:Yeah!

[Grunting]

[Laughing]

MARCUS: Come on, big man. [Laughing]

MARCUS: Come on man, let's see what you got.

[Tense Music]

[Fist Thuds]

[Grunting]

[Foot Thuds]

[Grunting]

RUDOLPHO: Keep still while I hit you!

[Marcus Gagging]

[Frenzied Music]

[Grunting]

MARCUS: Oh yeah, one, two, one, two.

Come on man.

Come on there buddy, let's see what you got.

CARAVAGGIO: Gentlemen, a Commander Orlando has arrived

and would like to talk to you.

MARCUS: What's going on here?

RUDOLPHO: Is that you, are you back?

MARCUS: Back?

Back from where?

[Kisses]

MARCUS: Get off.

What's going on here?

RUDOLPHO: It's a long story mate.

We got visitors, come on.

RUDOLPHO: Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's this all about?

SOLDIER: Sir, adrenal levels are close to normal.

More so the big one.

COLONEL: When did you first make contact with the subject?

RUDOLPHO: Subject, what, you mean Mishkin?

COLONEL: Yes, Mishkin.

MARCUS: When he arrived yesterday.

COLONEL: He must be dying if the effect

is wearing off that quickly.

He'll have to be isolated, then destroyed.

Now let's do this hard and fast.

Where is he?

MARCUS: Well, I think he's with Percy.

RUDOLPHO: Percy.

We're coming with you, colonel.

COLONEL: No, no, no civilians.

RUDOLPHO: Do we look civil?

COLONEL: I don't have time for this!

Get a lock on our target.

We're losing time here soldier.

SOLDIER: Signature is vague.

Yes, got them, sir.

He's four decks above, two sections west.

RUDOLPHO: That's the crew quarters.

COLONEL: All right, let's go.

MISHKIN: Look at me, look.

I'll show you what will happen if I stay.

[Gasping]

RUDOLPHO: I can't understand all this.

I mean, what is this Mishkin, is he human?

COLONEL: In a manner of speaking, yes.

Mishkin is very special, unique.

He's been bio-engineered to be a weapon,

to infiltrate and to destroy from within.

And the only problem is he can't control who he affects.

Friend or foe, it's all the same.

He's left a trail of dead bodies behind him.

That's why he must be destroyed.

RUDOLPHO: Bloody military.

MISHKIN: Did you feel when we made love?

I know what you want.

I felt your hunger.

Didn't that make you happy?

I wanna make you happy.

I know what makes you happy.

PERCY: Stop it!

I believe you.

RUDOLPHO: You don't wanna be on this sweet little project.

COLONEL: He's my son.

I said it was brilliant.

It was going to revolutionize war.

Make me so proud.

My son became a disease.

This is what I let them do to my only child.

That's why this is my job.

[Dramatic Music]

SOLDIER: Detecting life forms in the shuttle bay.

COLONEL: All right, let's move out.

MISHKIN: I'm a monster, Percy.

I don't deserve to live.

I hurt people.

[Scanning]

PERCY: You made me feel alive for the first time.

[Beetles Buzzing]

SOLDIER: Colonel, just detected a vessel leaving the ship.

COLONEL: Leaving the ship?

[Atmospheric Music]

COLONEL: All right, gentlemen, we'll take it from here.

Let's get after him.

MARCUS: Bridge?

RUDOLPHO: Bridge?

MARCUS: Bridge.

[Soft Wondering Music]

COLONEL: Oh, damn it.

Not again.

SOLDIER: Colonel, the cargo's signal is fading.

COLONEL: Pursue the cargo.

SOLDIER: But the debris field.

COLONEL: Go, I told you to go after it!

[Dramatic Music]

COLONEL: I have to do this.

It's my duty.

[Spacecraft Shatters]

RUDOLPHO: Are you all right?

PERCY: I'm sorry I performed an unauthorized launch.

[Ambient Space Music]

CALLISTA [O.C]: Come in, Tulip.

Tulip.

Tulip.

Come in, Tulip.

Tulip.

[Sigh] CALLISTA: Is anybody out there?

RUDOLPHO: We've all had a rough ride.

PERCY: Yep.

Don't we always?

Where are Callie and Travis?

NARRATOR: On the next Starhunter.

SALVATORE: This is gonna be glorious.

NAILSON: For Terra.

MAN: No!

[Explosion]

MAN: The Ring Shepherd attack.

Two people were killed in that attack.

TRAVIS: Terrorists?

MARCUS: When you say stop, do you mean stop myself

as in an object moving through space time or do you mean?

[Gun Zapping]

SALVATORE: Hello.

[Fist Thuds]

[Gun Zapping]

RUDOLPHO: She's running.

[Foot Thuds]

[Spacecraft Rumbling]

RUDOLPHO: Let's see if Mr. Trooper Leaver

is willing to die for his cause.

[Closing Theme Music]