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- Moonbase Alpha status report.

403 days after
leaving Earth's orbit.

Dr. Helena Russell recording.

For the sixth consecutive
day, we've been traveling

in an area of deep space
where the stars are so close

that we're constantly
bathed in a lovely blue light.

There are no patients
in the medical section,

our life-support systems
are functioning smoothly,

and the universe about
us is incredibly peaceful.

Looks like a swarm
of space bees!

- Yeah, everyone with an
atomic sting in its tail, maybe.

- Range?

- 980,000 and closing.

- Sensor reading?

- 53 unknown objects.

Dense, metallic,
approximate length, 10 feet.

Insufficient data to
compute intention.

- Course?
- Heading away from Alpha.

- We have magnification.

Those are missiles!

- Hold it!

If they're passing, let 'em go.

- Commander!

They're turning!

- Red alert!

- Launch Eagle
flights one and two!

- Medical, prepare
casualty reception.

Rescue units stand by.

- Range closing, 180160.

- Raise defense shields.

130110.

Arm main lasers.

- At this closing speed
we'll never get 'em all!

- Eagles climbing to intercept.

- Target!

- There are too many of them.

Some are bound to get through.

- Range critical.

- Prepare to fire!

- Commander!

Target changing course!

Hold fire!

- They're pulling away!

- No, they're locking into orbit
around the moon Commander.

- Anything on armament?

- Still insufficient data.

Sensors unable
to probe the shell.

- Detonation possibilities?

- Three: pressure,
time-fused or remote control.

- I want a transporter Eagle
ready for immediate lift-off.

We've got to check them out.

We certainly can't leave 50
missiles hanging over our heads.

Alan, bring us in
close to that lead pair.

Tell Tony we'll
take it from here.

Right.

- I also want all other
Eagles to return to base.

- Tony, Eagle Four.

We'll maintain the
mission from here.

Have all the other
Eagles clear the area.

- Eagle flights One
and Two, return to base.

- Confirm, Eagle flights
One and Two, return to base.

Maya.

- Thank you.

- Alongside now, Commander.

Stand by for depressurization.

- Standing by.

- There's no uniform formation.

They're in clusters:
two, three, and four.

- No evidence of
electrical activity.

No heat emission.

- Rocket motor
propulsion, gas ports.

That means a guidance capacity.

- No longer functioning.

- You got anything, John?

- Not enough for an assessment.

For that, we're going to
have to take a look inside.

I'm bringing one down.

- Bringing one down?!

- Prepare one of the
underground caves.

I wanna be as far from
Command Center as possible

when we open this thing up.

Let's take it home!

- You heard the man.

- Rescue, Medical, and
Decontamination units

proceed to underground
research area.

Hold those doors!

- Stand by.

We've safeguarded
against the obvious dangers,

bacteria, toxic chemicals.

All the rest is guesswork.

Tony, I want you to hook
us up to main computer.

We're gonna run every
single test possible

before we pierce this thing.

Fellas, suit up,
we're bringing it in.

All right, let's go.

- Immediate relay.

Immediate relay.

- Begin the scan.

What have you got?

- Theoretical possibilities
about the construction

technique, but nothing
of any practical value

in terms of piercing it.

- Helena?

- Without opening it
up, there's still no data

about the chemical or
bacteriological dangers.

We'll have to go in blind.

All right, we're gonna
cut it with a laser.

Activate all safety precautions.

- Cylinder pierced, Commander.

- Let's take a look.

Moving parts.

There's some sort
of mechanism inside.

- Perhaps a detonation device?

- Computer reaction?

- No radiation increase,
no bacteriological change,

no pressure variation, no
toxic chemical presence.

- Fill it with nitrogen.

Freeze that device.

Stay in there, Helena, you
too, Mathias, stay in there!

Maya, are you all right?

- Commander.

- What is it?

- It's humanoid.

And we've just killed it.

- Dr Russell!

- Start the defibrillator.

He's alive!
- Alive?

- Just barely.

- That's impossible.

The liquid nitrogen we
injected in to the container

should have frozen him to death.

- He was already in
a state of deep freeze

before we injected
the container.

Cryobiology, the application
of freezing techniques

to living tissue.

He's fading.

Increase the voltage.

- Is there any
chance he'll make it?

- We still can't assess the
effect of the explosion on him.

- Tony.
- Yeah?

- I want you to bring another
one of those containers down.

- Prepare transporter
Eagle for launching.

Any particular container?

- Yes, make it the twin
of the one we've got.

- Right.

Why bring another one down?

We don't know how to unseal it!

- Helena, he can
tell us how to open it.

We've got to keep him alive!

- I'm a doctor, John.

I save life for the
sake of saving life.

- Helena, these people know
the secret of traveling space.

Someday our survival may
depend on knowing that secret.

- Well we know part
of the answer already.

There's a plastic membrane
covering his entire body.

You can't see it,
it's as fine as tissue.

Unfortunately, it's
insulating his heart

against the
electrical stimulation.

- He's fading again.

- Double the voltage.

- It'll kill him!
- Double it.

We have normal respiration.

Nurse.

- Cantar.

My name is Cantar.

- Cantar?

- My people, you
must save my people.

- We will if you help us.

- Have you, have you,
have you sighted the others?

- Yes, they're in
orbit around our base.

- You must recover
them immediately.

The cylinders.

The cylinders.

- Let him rest, John.

- We've got to know.

How do we open those containers?

- They're not constructed to
withstand gravitational forces.

If they're left in
orbit, they'll shatter.

- How do we open them
without blowing them apart?

- To relieve the
internal pressure

you must heat the
capsule from the outside.

- Heat's seven
points off maximum.

- Kill it.

Maya.

- Zova!

She is my wife.

Those containers were in pairs.

- In pairs, threes or
fours, family groups.

It appealed to their
sadistic sense of humor.

- Whose sense of humor?

Where are you from?

- I come from Golos, known
to us as the Peace Planet.

You were invaded?

- No, we were cast out, exiled.

It was an internal struggle.

We were unarmed, helpless.

The others were few
in number, but ruthless.

- Is she breathing?

- She'll be all right.

- You are humane people.

You will save us
all, I know that.

- Out of the question.

Our life-support facilities
cannot support any more.

It's impossible for us to
bring those containers down.

- In 36 of your hours,

gravity will shatter
those containers.

Can you stand by
and let that happen?

Can you, Commander?

Our medical officer, Dr Russell,

is in charge of
life-support systems.

Helena, could
you try to explain?

- We can't even permit any
new births here on Alpha.

We can barely sustain
the people we have.

- You see, Cantar,
we have no choice.

- We can give you a
choice, Zova and myself.

We can use our
skills to increase

your recycling capacity tenfold.

- In 36 hours?

- If that's all the
time we have, yes.

- I'm sorry, Cantar, I
can't take the chance.

- You say you want
to learn the secret

of suspended animation
and space travel.

You bring them down and
I will give you the secret.

- No.

- Then, send us back!

Send Zova and myself
back to die with our people.

Those are people out
there, like you and me!

- They look like you and me,

but that's all we
know about them.

About their minds, their
motives, we know nothing.

- John, they're so young.

Must you always
assume the worst?

- Yes, where the safety
of Alpha is concerned.

- Then what do we do?

Abandon them and watch them die?

- Helena, when I was
an astronaut cadet,

I was on a resupply mission
to a Venus space station.

As we were preparing to dock,

a computer diagnosis informed
us that 14 of the scientists

up there were sick,
three already dead.

They had a disease
unknown to Earth

against which we
had no antidote.

My commander had
to make a decision.

He couldn't bring that
disease back to Earth.

We left those men to die.

- John, this situation
is entirely different.

These people are
free of any sickness.

And if they can increase
our life-support capacity,

think what it can mean to us!

- Helena, they may
have something,

something our
sensors can't detect.

My concern is with
the survival of this base.

- Survival... Is
survival all important?

What sort of society is it that
abandons 50 innocent beings?

- We're concerned about
our survival, of course, John,

but at what price?

- Look, you asked what
sort of people they are.

What sort of people are we?

Commander?

- Have Cantar come to
my quarters immediately.

- Thank you, John.
- Don't thank me yet.

- Dr Russell.

Commander.

- John!
- What are you doing?

Have you gone mad?

- I had to make sure our weapons

were effective against
them, I had to stun him.

All right.

All right, let's let them try
to expand our life-support

systems, but I want security
men on duty at all times.

- OK, I'll make sure
they're never left alone

in the life-support complex.

- Don't look so
worried, he'll be all right.

He'll regain
consciousness in an hour.

- An hour?

- It's not such a long time
and there'll be no ill effects.

- Moonbase Alpha status
report, supplemental.

Dr Helena Russell reporting.

For almost 30 hours, Cantar
and Zova have been working

to adjust our
life-support systems.

The rest of our personnel
are back on daily routine,

doing their jobs when
on duty, relaxing when off.

We're all grateful for the
compassion Commander Koenig

has shown toward the aliens.

There is once
again a warm feeling

of well-being on Moonbase Alpha.

Security, life-support section.

- Everything under control?
- Yes, sir.

- I want an immediate report
on any break in the routine.

- Yes, sir.
- Tony,

I'll be with Dr Russell if
you need me, for anything.

- Right.

- Maya, you would be the
envy of every woman on Earth!

To be able to change
your hair color at will,

the color of your eyes
to match your dress.

Take off a few pounds
here, add an inch there.

To change your very form, wow!

- Helena, can I come in?

- Give me a minute, John.

I hope he likes it.

- Are you quite sure
about Commander Koenig's

sense of humor?

- Mmm-hm.

- Helena.

All right.

Which is it?

- You mean you can't tell?

- Well, of course, I can tell.

Maya can only hold
that shape for one hour.

All I have to do is
sit back and wait.

- Why wait that long?

- What'd you have in mind?

- Well?

- Well?

- Very simple, nothing to it.

- Really?

- There was
absolutely no difference.

- Oh!

You know something?

I take back everything
nice I've ever said about you,

including the fact that
you're a man of perception.

- Helena, I think you're
needed in the research unit.

Your friends are
waiting to start work.

And Maya, back to your station.

- Yes, Commander.

- You're very
talented, that's terrific.

- I'm glad you like it.

I was going to give it to you.

- Was?

- No difference, huh?

- I'll see you in the
recreation room.

- Yes.

- Lift!

- Can't shift it.

- Maya, get down
here right away!

- Medical Section.
- Emergency, Area B.

- What happened?

- Circuit overload.

Life-support system.

- Life-support?

- Is it working?

- We're making progress.

- But we can't be certain
until we can make a final test

in the power section.

- The power section's off
limits, Commander's orders.

- When the time comes,
I'll talk to the commander,

I'm sure he'll understand.

I must try again.

- The sound, it doesn't
bother your ears?

- No.

- It does mine,
I'll be out here.

- Maya, the girder!

OK, that's it!

Clear!

- I don't understand.

It never happened before.

And it won't happen again!

Commander, we have
another casualty in here!

- Get down to life-support,

I want those
aliens out of there.

And no arguments, go!

- Final test.
- Good luck.

Cantar!

- Stop!

- Commander's orders,
no one's to go in there.

Hey, Maya, wait a minute,

let's not explode on them
like a couple of rockets.

Play it cool, we don't
want to panic them, OK?

Maya!

- The door's jammed, Commander!

- Give me that!

- Mator!

Exiles!

- A puny weapon against
us, but it has its uses.

- Destroy the system
and within hours

hundreds of our
people will be dead!

- Bring Ragnar here.

Tell him Cantar will destroy

all life on Golos
unless he comes.

Bring him!

You look at me with
surprise, Dr Russell.

Contempt.

- You're like the
people here on Golos,

crippled by your
moral ideas of loyalty,

gratitude, and fair play!

- And you and Zova are
free spirits, I suppose?

Free to hate, threaten and kill!

- You're wasting
your breath, Helena.

He doesn't even understand
what you're talking about.

- No!

Let her speak!

- Yes!

It amuses us!

- It's clear to see
why you were exiled.

- Yeah, what I don't understand
is why didn't they kill you?

- I have come as
you wished, Cantar.

- Ragnar!

I want Ragnar!

- Ragnar is dead.

Long dead.

I am Mirella, chief
Councillor of Golos.

- His daughter?

- His descendant.

Ragnar died over 300 years ago.

- Of course!

Time on Golos continued
while we floated frozen in space.

- In Ragnar's time,
you were cast out

for crimes against our people.

Now you come back with
weapons and threats of destruction!

- Are these your allies?

- We're his prisoners.

- Two of you can't hope to hold

all of Golos to ransom forever!

- Two of us now,
but there will be more.

On Moonbase Alpha, we
have found the ideal platform

to recover our people.

- You don't think Commander
Koenig will let you.

- Zova will make sure he does.

- Activity in Life-Support.

- Give me a visual.

- Commander Koenig,
I think we should talk.

A simple arrangement.

You recover our people

and we return Helena
Russell and Tony Verdeschi.

- You do knowhow
to show gratitude!

- Contact is possible.

Can I give him your answer?

- You're asking me to sell
a whole planet into slavery?

No, I won't do it.

- You forget, we
have Dr Russell.

- And we have you!

- Stop!

- Well, Commander?

- All right.

- A word of caution, Commander.

Your life-support systems

are now tuned to
my mental processes.

I can destroy them by
simple concentration.

- And you would!

- If you give me cause.

- We will recover the
remaining containers.

Begin preparations now.

- Yes, Commander.

- You can't do it, Commander!

- You think I have a choice?

- That transfer
process nearly blew

our whole life-support
power system.

To attempt to transfer
50 more people

would inevitably destroy it!

- Launch recovery Eagles.
- Yes, sir.

- 10 miles, Commander.
- All right, Alan.

Let us know when
we're alongside.

- Tell them, tell the people
we are the new rulers of Golos.

Tell them, or I will
destroy the main life plant!

- People of Golos.

This is your chief
Councillor Mirella.

300 years ago,

- That protective membrane,
get his attention, divert him.

- Right.

- Those exiles
have now returned.

Alongside, Commander.

- All right, let's get ready.

- Alan, stand by
for depressurization.

- Standing by.

- We have no choice,
but to surrender to them.

- Ahh!

Later, you'll suffer for this!

Zova, he's tricked you,
the lifeline, he unhooked it!

You'll die for what
Koenig has done.

- You're getting old, Cantar!

I'm young!

I was young when Ragnar
was alive and I'm still young!

Time is running out, Cantar!

- Nothing's changed!
- You have changed.

No!

- You can't win!

Your protective
membrane, it's gone!

It's pierced.

Look at yourself!

You're no longer young, Cantar!

You're aging!

Every second,
you're aging 10 years!

Cantar!

You're beginning
to decay, Cantar!

You're getting feeble!

Your mind is slowing down!

Your muscles won't respond!

You're too feeble
to fire that gun!

Cantar, you're 300 years old!

- Thank you.

On behalf of the millions
on Golos, I thank you.

- Are you all right, Tony?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

What happened?

- I'll tell you when
we get back to Alpha.

- Can you help us
get back to Alpha?

- I've double-checked
the calculations.

The anti-gravity
effect will return them

to their original course.

Activate!

- Commander!

I'm registering a
tremendous surge of energy

from the Power Section.

- What took you so long?

- Who said there
was an emergency?

- You know, if this
was a military base,

you'd be court-martialed.

- Court-martialed?

Mmm-hm.

- Court martial.

A military or naval trial
for breach of discipline.

Me?!

- It's all over Alpha.

That switch you pulled
on the Commander.

First rule of any
chain of command,

don't embarrass
the man in charge!

- In your world, a kiss
causes embarrassment?

- Well apparently it
does in your world too,

since you had to change
into another woman to do it.

- It's more fun that way!

Would you like to try?

Go on, Tony.

- I'm waiting, Tony!

- You've got a
long wait, kid, ciao.

- Shallow, that's
what you are, Tony.

What does it matter what
I look like on the outside?

It's still me inside!

Kiss me.

Be known as a man of principle.

- I'd sooner be known
as a man of taste.

- Oh, Tony!

- Maya!

- I bet you have a
great big, long story

about how this came about.

And why you did that to me.

And probably, - I didn't do it.

- Probably, you think
I look better that way.

- Helena, I can explain.
- Then the way I did before.

- It's not quite as
simple. I'll bet you can!

- Helena.

- I'll tell you what.

- What?

- Make me a pretty nose.