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* UltraForce
(psychadelic music)
* UltraForce
* UltraForce
- [Prime] Previously on UltraForce.
- I shall annihilate them
using their own weapons of destruction!
- Enemy!
Over here!
(straining)
- Okay, Frank Russel.
What can you tell me about all this?
- This one sees the past by touching an object.
You have thwarted my first attack.
The second will not be so fortuitous.
You will speak to our ancient kings.
- And if I say no?
- You will discover that there
are worse things than being dead.
(daunting music)
Read his thoughts, wretched one.
- Stiff got a name?
- Show some respect in the present of King Abazel.
- Hey, pal.
This wasn't my idea.
King Abazel come forth.
- Who art thou who disturbs my slumbers?
- He did.
- Welcome, venerable Father.
This day, I, Atalon, have begun
the return of the fire people
to their ancient glory.
The surface world shall again be ours.
- Thou bring us shame, Atalon.
Thine behavior is no better
than the people thee intend to smite!
- But the fire people shall--
- We curse thee, Atalon.
Thine heart is as twisted as thy motives.
Now, return us to our slumber.
- Curse me if you dare,
but you shall not stop me,
you moldering heap of bones!
(booming)
The ancient ones bask in the knowledge
that I, Atalon, shall finally return the fire people
to their ancient birthright.
- They condone the destruction of the surface people?
- [Atalon] They long for the surface people
to finally pay for what they did to the fire people.
- That's not what I heard.
(gong clashing)
- Silence, decayed one!
The ancient ones have spoken.
Let us hasten to do their bidding.
This day, the surface world shall again be ours.
I, Atalon, shall lead you.
Be ready, my people.
Light and air will soon be ours!
(cheering)
- Pixx.
Pixx, no!
(rumbling)
- The surface people attack us.
Rise, my people!
Let them feel our wrath!
(cheering)
- [Fire Person] Let's go!
- Wait!
He lied to you!
Wait! (echoing)
- [News Reporter] An international task force
is converging on a mysterious new island
where 50 nuclear missiles were launched yesterday.
- How can you stand here and do nothing, Hardcase?
If Atalon succeeds in launching more warheads,
there may very well not be no planet left to save.
- And here's General Sanders,
commander of the joint task force.
General, do you believe Ultras are involved?
- I want to make this perfectly clear.
Any interference of any of them,
will be seen as an act of war.
- There's your answer, Contrary.
- Madness.
- This is the best they can send against me?
Pitiful.
(groaning)
- Impressive.
Let's give him a real challenge.
Lost the cruise missiles.
(lasers zapping) (booming)
(choking)
(cheering)
- Atalon shall annihilate them.
- What will it take to make you act?
The time for Ultra Team is now.
- Save your breath, sister.
The Queen of Gwendor waits on no man.
Open the hatch.
- You're right.
Nobody else can stop this madness.
- Does that mean what I think it means?
- All right!
- To UltraForce.
(victorious music)
- To UltraForce! - To UltraForce!
- All right, people.
Let's force it.
(choking and sputtering)
- Sharks.
I hate sharks!
(yelling)
- [Jimmy] Ultras are good for something, eh, General?
- Foolish Ultras.
You long for your own destruction?
You shall have it!
(yelling)
(grunting)
- You okay?
- Now?
- Now.
- I shall destroy them as I did the fleet.
- [Jimmy] The ship!
No!
- Huh?
(yelling and screaming)
- Go and get help, fast.
- They shall think again before staging another attack.
- [Topaz] We must stop him!
- Let him go, Topaz.
We'll get him.
I've got a plan.
But this time, we do it right.
- You make a fine leader, Hardcase.
For a man.
- Thanks, I guess.
- [Jimmy] That should do it.
(electricity zapping)
- Hull integrity, 99 percent.
- Okay, people.
You all have your assignments.
- Immense radiation levels in that area.
- That must be where he stored the missiles.
I noticed Atalon's gravitational powers
seems to weaken with the more people he spited.
- If we can divert him long enough,
someone could get in there to diffuse those missiles.
- Exactly.
- And that should be me!
- Pixx, you can't.
You're our primary control person.
- Fine, Hardcase.
You won't let me do it 'cause you think I'm too young.
Besides, Pull's always looking out for me.
Time I did the same for him.
- This has nothing to do with age!
She knows her stuff.
Let her do it.
- Anti-radiation belt.
You're gonna need it.
- All right!
(yelling)
Another missile just detonated.
- Where?
- 30 miles southwest.
- Let's move it, people.
Prepare to intercept.
- Hardcase, it's 30 miles below us!
Water temperature, 300 degrees and rising!
(booming)
(yelling)
- Second missile detonated.
Missiles three and four activate.
The surface people shall pay dearly for ignoring Atalon.
By splitting the world's tectonic plates,
I shall crack the very earth under their feet!
(booming)
- You know, there are other ways of blowing off the stress.
(water gurgling)
- Get us out of here!
- I'll try.
- Pixx, status.
- Another two, three missiles launched.
40 miles down.
And volcanic activity all over the place!
Lima, Guam, LA.
- He's destroying our cities from below.
- We have to stop him, now!
Let's force him!
- [Hardcase] Okay, Proto, initiate phase one.
- [Jimmy] Gotcha, Hardcase.
I'm going in.
- The Ultras are attacking again.
- Initiate automatic launch cycle.
A warhead every 30 seconds.
Fool!
(yelling)
- [Jimmy] Guys!
Hurry!
- On my way, Proto.
(Jimmy yelling)
(grunting)
- They're after our missiles!
- Contrary, ready for phase three.
- I'll get you as close as I can.
Take care, Pixx.
- May fortune follow you, little sister.
- Fire!
- Pixx!
No!
- You're okay.
- This is okay?
Pixx, watch it.
Get outta here, Pixx.
Run!
Run!
(screaming)
(lava gurgling)
- Pixx, are you all right?
There are new fissures showing up from Tokyo to Santiago.
You must stop those missiles!
- Tell me about it.
He's got missiles launching every 30 seconds,
and there's no override.
Gotta do this the old-fashioned way.
Nothing like working under pressure.
Nailed the first group!
- Pixx, there's a radiation leak.
Do you have the belt activated?
- Not anymore.
- You're gonna end up like me if you're not careful.
Are you listening to me?
You can't survive this much radiation.
- I understand.
For the first time in my life,
I'm doing something important.
Really important.
All right!
- You've got your whole life ahead of you,
full of promise and purpose.
- Purpose.
Yeah.
I finally found mine, Ghoul.
Sorry.
I can't let you stop me.
- Pixx, no, you can't do this.
- [Pixx] I haven't got much time.
(rumbling)
- What's this?
It wasn't meant to crack in this direction!
(yelling)
- [Jimmy] Shouldn't mess with Mother Nature.
- [Topaz] There are too many.
- For the Queen of Gwendor?
(Topaz yelling)
Pixx, how's it going?
Pixx, come in.
- Pixx?
(alarm sounding)
- You're getting radiation poisoning.
You must leave now.
- [Pixx] Can't stop.
Must finish.
I can't see so well.
Where's the next panel?
- To your left, kid.
- Our missiles.
No!
- Atalon lied about your ancient kings.
- You lie!
Just as your ancestors lied and stole our homeland.
Get away from those missiles now!
- Do you really believe that King Abazel
would destroy another race?
- Our great kings have spoken.
Out of there!
Now!
(Ghoul groaning)
- [Pixx] Ghoul.
Ghoul.
You okay?
- Forget about me, Pixx.
Get out while you...
- To the plane!
The Ultras are disarming our missiles!
- Pixx!
Pixx.
You have done well, little sister.
But now you must, Pixx.
Pixx!
- Goul, good to see you now.
Still in one piece?
- Three, actually.
See if Pixx is okay.
- [Jimmy] All right!
The cracks have stopped.
Way to go, Wiz Kid.
- She can't hear you.
- You mean she's dead?
(rumbling)
- My missiles.
What have you done?
You shall pay for this!
- No, you shall pay for this!
- I think King Abazel's got something
to say about all this.
King Abazel, come forth.
- No!
- We admonished thee, Atalon.
Thine pride hath brought you to this.
- I am only righting an ancient wrong
against the fire people.
The surface world was stolen!
- Silence!
History of all people is strewn with injustices.
If that is what thou seekest,
that is all thou shall find.
It is time that fire people and surface people make amends.
- Never!
You know the bitterness of those long years in the dark.
- No, Atalon.
It is over.
- Hardcase, throw me the stone.
(Jimmy yelling)
Ancient kings, come forth.
- No!
- I have arranged a meeting at the White House.
It is time we get to know each other.
- Long past time.
- So very young.
- She barely had time to live.
- Yeah,
but she really used the time she had.
Heck, she saved the whole planet.
- She did one other thing.
She brought us all together.
- I'm going to miss her.
(light music)
("UltraForce Theme")
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