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Captain Rogers:

It's nice seeing you again:

[Narrator] Three beautiful space angels kidnap Twiki:

And Buck finds the key to saving Earth from fiery destruction by a runaway spaceberg:

- What do you want, Belzak? - Your Buck Rogers for his drone:

Prepare the ambu-quad for disassembly:

My planet is in danger of being destroyed:

I've got a chance of saving it, but I can't without your help:

I want Rogers in that acid now!

[Man Narrating] The year is 1987,

and NASA launches the last of America's deep space probes:

In a freak mishap, Ranger 3 and its pilot, Captain William "Buck'"Rogers,

are blown out of their trajectory into an orbit which freezes his life-support systems: : :

And returns Buck Rogers to Earth: : :

500 years later:

Colonel Deering reporting from spaceberg escort:

[Dr: Huer, Over Radio] Yes, Colonel:

We're approaching the entrance to Stargate 9: Requesting clearance:

[Beeping] Clearance granted, Colonel:

Proceed on established flight vector:

What is that, Dr: Huer?

That is 10 billion tons of frozen oxygen:

Once it's located on the North Pole, it'll begin to melt: : :

And help to replenish the oxygen-depleted atmosphere of the entire planet:

This is the third time that we've handled a transport of this kind,

and the procedure still makes me nervous:

Why is that?

Because the spaceberg is on a precise path towards a window in our atmosphere,

and it has to hit that window and pass through it exactly as planned:

Exactly: And if it doesn't?

Friction from the atmosphere would ignite the oxygen:

Our calculations have indicated that the resulting explosion: : :

Would literally scorch a third of the Earth's surface, possibly half:

[Man] Look at what the Terrans are doing at this very moment, Pinchas:

They have a problem, and they do something about it,

whatever the difficulties:

But you,

you simply come to me with talk, no action:

I've been working on a solution to our current problem, sir:

I've been in contact with several agents on Earth, and... More talk:!

Meanwhile, I have 5,000 miners malingering and threatening to leave their posts:

Do you know what that means? Yes, sir, I do:

It means we're not producing enough blazium:

I've got orders backed up to Xynon, and I can't fill them!

Then I shall find myself unable to support my chief operations officer: : :

Just as I can no longer tolerate his incompetence:

Do I make myself clear?

Ah: Anad, you've come:

I grew tired of waiting for your call:

You've read the list of grievances? Shocking:

Long hours, low pay, unhealthy working conditions:

Low morale, unrest:

The miners have elected me to represent them:

Yes:

And under your leadership, they have united for the first time:

And united we stand until something is done:

Oh, something is going to be done: [Beep]

- Why have you summoned them? - The Omni Guard?

They are the key to our security, Anad:

They've kept the mines open and working:

Through cruelty and force!

How untrue:

I fear you may have hurt their feelings:

[Groans]

Take the meddling fool away:

Silencing him is only a temporary measure:

[Groaning] The miners will soon have another leader:

A solution I mentioned earlier, sir...

this is it:

A drone?

They've been miserable failures in the mines:

We need something more than artificial intelligence down there:

This is a Terran drone, sir:

Serial number 22-23-T:

Manufactured at the ambu-quad facility in New Chicago:

- So? - What makes 22-23-T so unique, sir,

is that its basic programming has been augmented by its present owner,

a Captain Buck Rogers:

Rogers is a Terran from the 20th century,

and he's endowed the drone with extraordinary features...

resourcefulness, courage, loyalty: : :

And... even though we know such is impossible...

some say imagination:

And you're thinking to buy it, break it down,

analyze its binary patterning:

Yes, sir:

And mass produce it to serve in the mines:

Each unit as an adjunct to a miner: : :

To take over some of the more uncomfortable and dangerous procedures:

And where is this one-of-a-kind ambu-quad to be found right now?

On Earth in New Chicago:

And my thought was our morale problem would be...

Ladies,

I have a mission for you:

[Wilma] Dr: Huer, my instrumentation indicates that the oxygen mass: : :

Is maintaining a perfect trajectory:

Temperature is holding steady at minus 250 degrees Celsius:

Thank you, Colonel:

Please keep me posted of even the slightest change in conditions:

[Doorbell Beeps]

Captain Rogers? That's correct:

I'm Stella Breet: I'm a contract administrator for Kurt Belzak: : :

On the asteroid Toros in Third Quadrant:

You'll have to excuse me: I'm a little new around here:

I don't know what any of that means:

Oh, well, uh, can I come in and explain?

Sure: Sure, come in:

Come on:

Looks just like I imagined it would: Like you "imagined it would"?

Oh, we always compile biofiles of all our business associates before we meet them:

I didn't know that we were associates:

We're not, but we will be:

Just exactly who is this, uh, Kurt Belzak? Hmm?

Mr: Belzak owns an integrated mining, manufacturing and distribution operation: : :

With its headquarters on Toros:

He's the, uh, sole supplier of an explosive called blazium:

That's very interesting, except I still don't see where I come into this picture:

Ah: [Exhales]

Uh-huh: A million, in round figures: It's yours:

What have I done to deserve such generosity?

You haven't done anything:

It's, uh, payment for your ambu-quad... serial number 22-23-T:

"T" as in Twiki? Yes: Twiki:

- I'm sorry, Stella: He's not for sale: - Oh, I see: You want to negotiate:

No: I just don't want to sell Twiki:

Well, it-it's just an ambu-quad:

No: Twiki's a little more than that: He's, uh... He's like a friend:

A drone is a drone, Captain:

Friends... Friends are different:

One feels affection for friends:

One owns a drone, and anything that is owned can be sold:

Except for Twiki:

You see, it'd be like selling family:

Besides, why does Belzak want my particular ambu-quad?

- He's only one of thousands: - I'm not paid to know why, Captain:

Uh, Captain Rogers, I need your help:

Mr: Belzak will be very upset with me if I come back with nothing:

Well, I'd say anything you want except Twiki and me: [Chuckles]

I understand that:

I have a friend who runs a biostereometrical facility:

And, well, I thought...

- Oh, you mean a 3-D photographer: - Yes:

Could I take pictures ofTwiki's internal circuitry?

[Exhales] It-It's not much, but at least it would be something to bring back to Belzak:

Yeah, I guess that'd be all right: I don't see any harm in taking pictures ofTwiki's internal circuitry:

Besides, knowing the ham he is, he'd probably enjoy it:

- "Ham"? - You'll find out what that means when you meet him:

Oh: Thank you:

Uh...

This is the address: See you there at 9:00? Fine:

[Sighs] He wouldn't sell:

But we've got a date with Captain Rogers: : :

And Twiki:

Let's go:

Dr: Huer, I'm monitoring an increasing frequency of ionized particles... rising rapidly:

[Sighs]

Doctor, I want a detailed radio scan of Quadrant 4 immediately:

[Theo] Yes, Doctor:

But, Doctor, an ion storm of large-enough magnitude could...

I'm aware of the ramifications, Doctor: Begin gathering data, please:

[Chirping] Where is everybody, Buck?

It's after hours, Twiki: Everyone's gone home:

Yeah, here it is:

Yeah:

Hmm:

Captain Rogers: Thank you for bringing the ambu-quad:

Now, if you'll just leave it here for a while:

[Scoffs] No way, Stella:

As you wish, Captain:

[Grunts]

[Chirping] Hey!

Hey! I'm private property: You're trespassing:

Ambu-quad prepared:

Autopilot set at coordinates 446:

Remote facility activated:

Excellent: I'll take control:

Remain on Earth until the ambu-quad is securely on Toros:

[Engines Powering Up]

[Chirping] This "wild blue yonder" stuff is for the birds!

Dr: Huer: Twiki's been taken: What?

Three women... psychokinetics: It's a long story, but I think he was taken to...

Captain Rogers:

I have a report of a non-Terran starfighter being launched:

Its digital reference was H270,

indicating its port of origin is Toros in the Third Quadrant:

An ambu-quad is in the cockpit:

I'm going after him:

This is Buck Rogers calling H270: Do you read?

[Chirping] I thought you'd deserted me:

The ambu-quad is being followed, Pinchas:

Very closely: It appears the two ships may have rendezvoused:

Yes: Well, we'll take care of that:

- Are you a sight for sore circuits: - You too, pal:

- What's the situation on board? - [Chirping] It's all remote control, Buck:

[Over Monitor] I can't do a thing: Buck?

Buck Rogers?

The Terran owner?

All right, Rogers, let's see how good you are:

[Chirping] Buck, that wasn't me:

I know, little buddy:

Listen, you gotta pop that canopy and get out of that ship fast:

- [Chirping] But it's a long walk home: - Don't worry: I'll track you in:

- Here I go, Buck! - The drone is out of the ship!

Where are you, Buck? Buck!

[Chirping] Some may like hanging loose, but not this quad:

Well, you're good, whoever you are, but you're not quite good enough:

So long:

This is Starfighter 1314 to Earth Control: Come in, please:

[Woman Over Radio] You've got New Tulsa Tracking Station, Starfighter 1314: What can we do for you?

I've lost an ambu-quad up here: I'm gonna need some help finding him:

You've got it, 1314:

Well, make it quick, will ya? There's a heavy-gravity body nearby:

If I don't pick him up fast, he's gonna crash into it:

[Chirping]

Help! [Continues Chirping]

[Chirping] Hurry, Buck!

This is New Tulsa Tracking Station to Starfighter 1314:

Go ahead, New Tulsa: We have a fix:

Distance... 33,000 mega-Ks from Alpha Centauri:

Radius vector... 33 degrees left off the elliptical plane: : :

And elevation 40 degrees north:

Roger, New Tulsa: I'm on my way:

[Chirping] Hurry, Buck!

[Continues Chirping]

[Chirping] Thanks, Buck: [Chuckles]

We're reporting as per schedule:

Did the ambu-quad arrive yet?

Hardly:

The Terran owner intercepted him and brought him back to Earth:

Buck Rogers:

That would be consistent with the information in his biofile:

What are your orders?

If the ambu-quad is so important to Buck Rogers,

let's see how important Buck Rogers is: : : To Earth:

He heads an industrial complex: : :

Which controls dozens of intergalactic corporations:

The base of his power, though, is in the blazium mines on Toros:

What's so important about blazium?

Blazium? Well, gram for gram, it's the most powerful explosive ever developed:

Mr: Belzak has made millions by selling blazium to any and all buyers:

- What did he want with Twiki? - [Chirping]

Whatever it is, he can't have it:

Dr: Huer, this is Colonel Deering: Do you read?

[Over Radio] Do you read? Yes, Colonel Deering: This is Dr: Huer:

We seem to have a substantial amount of interference:

We're encountering a rather violent storm, Doctor:

The ion count is still alarmingly high:

[Radio Static] Dr: Theopolis:

The data reflects a mature ion storm: : :

Sweeping directly across the path of the spaceberg:

- Dr: Huer: - Yes, Colonel:

The spaceberg has moved off its established flight path:

[Switch Clicking] Yes, Colonel: That's confirmed by our observations here as well:

Please stand by for further instructions:

Dr: Huer, if that spaceberg misses the window...

- What can we do? - Frankly, Buck, I'm not sure:

We've moved oxygen in this manner twice before:

We've always known there was a risk,

but it seemed to be outweighed by the urgent need:

- I'm gonna give Wilma a hand: - But there's nothing you can do, Buck:

[Sighs] Tell her I'm on my way:

Captain Rogers:

It's nice seeing you again:

Where exactly am I?

Three minutes out of Stargate 23:

An hour from Toros: Hmm:

Well, at least Belzak is consistent...

two kidnappings in a row:

Doesn't he know how to say "Please"?

- Belzak gets what he wants: - Everything?

Why are you doing this?

There are reasons, necessities:

Hmm:

In my apartment, you said something about friends and affection:

You just forget about all of that and throw it out the window?

- Just a lot of words? - Perhaps something from the nutrition center:

Stella, what's Belzak got on you?

I'm sorry: I don't want to talk about this right now:

Is he threatening you?

What's he holding over you?

Come on, Stella: Tell me:

It's not me: It's my son, Lucas:

His father was a: : :

Toros general,

one of the chosen class:

I was a paranormal with psychokinetic powers:

Our marriage: : : And our child: : :

Were never condoned by the ruling class:

When my: : : Husband protested,

he was executed as a traitor to his class:

He was killed for loving me:

The man who signed his death order was Belzak:

And on Toros,

the son of a traitor is also condemned to a traitor's death:

Belzak spared him:

As civilian head of the ruling body, he alone could do so:

He allowed me to send Lucas to Remus 2,

and then he forced me to use my psychokinetic powers for his purposes:

If I ever tried to leave him,

he'd have Lucas killed:

It doesn't have to be that way:

[Man Over Radio] This is Toros Approach Control to Shuttle 9281:

[Man Continues, Indistinct] We'll be arriving soon: I hope your stay in Toros will be a pleasant one:

Repeat: This is Toros Approach Control to Shuttle 9281:

You're cleared for reentry over the outer marker:

Welcome: : :

To my little corner of the universe,

Captain Rogers:

Better put that to music: [Laughing]

May I have the current data, Doctor, please?

Current angular displacement of the spaceberg: : :

Is approximately three degrees from center, Doctor:

It will miss the atmospheric window: : :

By nearly 633 kilometers:

Might as well be six meters:

Once the explosions begin, the entire spaceberg will disintegrate:

[Belzak] Ah: Dr: Huer, I presume?

Yes: And you are?

Kurt Belzak, sir:

It seems you have a bit of a problem on your hands:

Yes, and very little time to talk to you: So, if you don't mind...

Oh, but I do: Indeed I do:

- We need to speak: - About what?

About your friend and mine:

Buck! How did you...

How is not important, Doctor:

It's what we do next that interests me:

I see: What do you want, Belzak?

Your Buck Rogers for his drone... an even exchange:

[Chirping] Hey!

Belzak, you're already guilty of kidnapping and extortion:

How do you expect me to deal with... Doc, don't do anything:

Belzak, listen to me: My hands are tied:

The Directorate strictly forbids responding to such threats:

All I can do is turn over the entire matter to the interstellar authorities immediately:

Don't be a fool, Doctor:

Send me the ambu-quad, or Buck Rogers will suffer the consequences:

[Switch Clicks] [Exclaims]

There's nothing I can do to help him:

Nothing at all:

Under the circumstances, I don't think it necessary to...

to give Colonel Deering the burden of: : : Knowing:

Twiki, where are you going?

Twiki?

[Chirping] What about Buck?

Come back here this instant: Twiki:

[Chirping] Buck, here comes the cavalry:

[Engines Powering Up]

- Geronimo! - [Engines Blast]

[Chirping] Hang on, Buck: I'm on my way:

I think I've done you a great service, Captain Rogers:

Oh, really?

That oxygen-mass transport project was: : : Ingenious, daring: : :

And will ultimately prove to be fatal to your Terran brethren:

I think they'll find a way to get it back on course:

It's possible but not probable:

One doesn't just nudge 10 billion tons back on course:

Oh, I should like to convince you: : :

That a man of your reputed talents has a place here on Toros:

After all, your Terran brethren have abandoned you:

Perhaps:

I don't think you need those anymore:

Unshackle Captain Rogers:

Bring him on our morning rounds:

[Handcuffs Buzz] Let's see if we can make him a convert to our cause:

This is the very heart of our blazium operation:

The raw ore is dissolved in hydrochloric acid,

reducing it to a pure crystal form:

As an explosive, it has unique properties:

Aside from its power, it's the quickest-burning and the hottest,

which makes it particularly useful in the cold of space:

It must be difficult storing an explosive like this:

Not at all:

You're holding enough blazium to destroy a small moon with ease:

Don't worry, Captain: Blazium needs a substantial amount of energy to ignite:

Consequently, it's quite stable:

I can see that you're genuinely interested, Captain:

- Fascinated: - Good: Very good:

I can see a glorious future for you here, Captain:

Those mines are nearly a flawless operation,

except they depend on men to work them:

It should be obvious why I need your remarkable ambu-quad,

with all the 20th-century talent you have imbued him with,

combined, of course, with your own:

Well, I really hate to tell you this, Belzak, but, uh,

Twiki is chronically lazy: [Beeps]

[Chirping] Oops: I guess I blew it, Buck:

- Twiki, what are you doing here? Dr: Huer didn't... - [Chirping] I came on my own:

- Prepare the ambu-quad for disassembly: - [Chirps] Uh-oh!

[Chirping] Help!

Hang on, Buck: [Belzak] Stop him!

He's only one man: Stop him!

Keep your hands right where I can see 'em:

All right, Twiki: Let's go: [Chirping] You got it, boss:

[Beeps]

Keep goin', Twiki:

This is ridiculous:

One drone and a Terran have me trapped in my own quarters?

Deploy a squadron of guards in each of the main corridors:

I want that ambu-quad back in one piece:

And I want Rogers... dead or alive!

Pinchas!

Hold it, Twiki:

That blazium storage room must be around here somewhere:

[Chirping] Blazium?

Let's just get outta here:

I think that blazium might just solve our spaceberg crisis:

Something Belzak said about its properties: Come on:

[High-pitched Tone]

[Chirping] What's wrong?

That noise! It's goin' right through my head!

[Groans] [Tone Continues]

[Chirping] Give me a boost, Buck:

- Buck: - [Gasping]

[Moans]

[Man Over Radio] Interloper in Subsection 9, Corridor 3A, sonic chamber:

Good: I'm sure Captain Rogers is getting an earful:

Shall we join him?

[Tone Continues] [Chirping] Higher, Buck:

[Explosions]

[Chirping] Let's move it, Buck!

We've got a plane to catch:

They've escaped: Impossible:

The sonic chamber has... Has absolutely no effect on a drone, idiot!

Look:

[Chirping] That's why I let you go first, Buck:

Must be some kind of energy field:

[Moans] Solid as a rock:

[Chirping] Now what, Buck?

Stella can deactivate that thing:

All right, Twiki, you hide under that catwalk:

Don't move, and hold on to that blazium: I'll be right back:

Spread out: Search the bays:

Dr: Huer, I don't think we're having the slightest effect on the spaceberg:

I'm afraid your analysis is correct, Colonel,

as I feared it would be:

The window is our only hope: Without it...

[Beeps]

Stella, I need your help:

[People Chattering]

[Chirping] What's keeping you, Buck?

I can't do it: If Belzak finds out...

He won't, not for a while at least:

And by that time, we'll be long gone:

I told you, he has agents on Remus 2:

He'll have Lucas killed: I know it:

Remus 2 is under the Directorate's jurisdiction:

We'll have Lucas brought to Earth where Belzak can't reach him:

It's too late to start over: This is where I belong:

Stella, give yourself a chance: Give Lucas a chance:

I'm sorry: I can't:

Stella, my planet is in danger of being very, very badly damaged,

perhaps even destroyed:

I've got a chance of saving it:

In order to do that, I've gotta get out of here, but I can't without your help:

[Takes Deep Breath, Exhales]

All right, Buck, I'll deactivate the energy wall:

[Beeps]

Welcome, Captain: I see the lovely Stella has found you first:

Very good work, my dear:

Belzak, l... She is very persuasive:

Yes, well, all good things must come to an end, Captain:

- Now, where's your ambu-quad? - I don't know:

I think I left him down in one of the tunnels: I'm not sure:

Such a transparently thin subterfuge, Captain:

Never mind: We'll find him: Take him away:

- Hold it! - Really, Captain:

Don't you ever know when to cease?

- Heads up, Buck! - [Grunts]

Come on! Move!

Hold on, Rogers!

The ladies would like your attention just for a moment: Ladies:

[Chirping] Buck!

Terribly sorry to end our relationship this way, Captain:

Stella, don't do this:

Don't let Belzak win:

Save your breath, Captain: She hears no one but me:

Stella, listen to me!

- Continue the mind meld: - [Buck Straining]

- Stella: - I want Rogers in that acid:

- [Straining] - Now!

[Groaning] Stella! I can help you:

Don't listen to him: Your son will die without my help:

If I die, your last chance to leave this place dies with me:

L: : : Command you!

One move, and he dies:

Come on, Buck: Let's get outta here:

You fools:! The Earth is dying:! Don't you understand?

Stella, you've condemned your son to death:

[Man Over P: A:] Your approach to Toros cleared for landing:

Dr: Huer, we're registering a change in surface temperature:

It's reaching the outer layers of the atmosphere: It's beginning to heat:

I show a reading... minus 243 degrees Celsius and rising:

If it reaches 217 degrees, the entire mass will become completely unstable:

Beyond that point, ignition of the oxygen is: : : Inevitable:

Buck Rogers calling Earth Defense Directorate:

[Over Radio] Repeat: Buck Rogers calling Earth Defense Directorate:

Buck!

What's happened? How in galaxy did you...

I'll fill you in later, Doc: What's the status on the berg?

Well, we haven't been able to alter its trajectory,

and it is now approaching one minute and 23 seconds from entering the atmosphere:

On the wrong trajectory:

Wilma, Dr: Huer:

- I think I have a way to get the berg back on trajectory: - I'm listening:

Blazium is fast-burning and extremely hot:

If we plant the right amount in the right place and detonate it, then we'll...

Shift it and let gravity take over:

Ah! It sounds reckless, Buck:

Captain Rogers's theory is sound, Doctor:

But he has no apparatus on board to guarantee an accurate placement:

I'm just gonna have to eyeball it, Doc: Give me the coordinates:

Very well: We have no choice:

Doctor, we need volume, mass, distance from Earth, angular differential:

Please, Doctor, I have anticipated the requisites:

Those figures are now coming through on the C6000:

[People Chattering] Excellent:

Buck, your angular differential is three degrees, four minutes and 22 seconds:

Now we must reduce the berg's mass by 4:0923:

How much blazium do you have aboard? It's a two-kilo brick:

Doctor? Reduce it by half:

Reduce it by half, Buck: Roger:

Now, from your angle of approach, Buck,

you're going to have to lay down the blazium on the following coordinates:

M23: 11: [Punching Keyboard]

And D 17:9: [Punching Keyboard]

- Got it: - And good luck:

Wilma, clear everybody from the vicinity of that berg:

I want you to hang up there at about 20,000 kilometers:

As soon as I lay the blazium down, hit it with a full-power pulsar and get out of there:

I understand, Buck, but what are you gonna do about the primary explosion?

I'm gonna try to get out of there myself:

I'm getting a reading of minus 225 degrees,

and we are within 22 seconds of the critical range:

- You ready? - Yeah, I think so:

[Chirping] Play it as it lays, Buck:

- I'm on my way, Wilma: - Standing by: Pulsars ready:

Here we go:

Eight ball in the side pocket:

[Power Burst] [Buck] It's all yours, Wilma:

Got it, Buck:

Doctor Huer, what's happening? Doc?

By heavens, it's working:

It's bringing this mass back into its proper trajectory:

I record a satisfactory entrance through the atmospheric window, Doctor:

You've done it, Buck! You've done it! [Chattering]

I don't know exactly how, but you've done it, my friend:

I don't know how you do it either, but I'm sure glad you do:

[Chuckling] Terran ingenuity, I guess:

[Chirping] And a little luck:

[Laughing] Let's head for home:

Well, it's official:

Kurt Belzak has been overthrown by the miners on Toros: Oh, that's wonderful:

Yes: They've exiled him to a planet in the Sixth Quadrant:

You won't have to worry about him for a long time to come:

And we've made contact with our people on Remus 2:

Lucas will be arriving on the next shuttle:

I'll never be able to thank you:

Especially you, Buck: Mm:

All of us owe Buck our thanks: Wait a minute: Let's not forget about Twiki here:

[Chirping] No big deal, Buck:

No big deal?

You let yourself get kidnapped and almost got lost in space:

Then you went A: W: O: L: And almost got yourself dissected by Belzak's goons,

not to mention nearly getting me burned to a crisp:

[Chirps] Give me a break, Buck:

Give you a break? I'll give you a break:

Two weeks hard labor, bread and water: : :

And a suspended sentence: [Chuckles]

- Thanks for your help, buddy: - [Chirping] You're worth it, Buck:

- [Chuckling] - [Chuckling]

I think:

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