Battlefield Earth Page #4

You can't defeat them.

That is our fate.

Yes, we can. Yes, we can!

But we have to go back.

We go back and learn|about their weapons.

Our race is slowly dying|and will be gone forever.

Let it be said that we took|this one chance and fought!

Are you with me? Are you with me?!

We fight!

If you're fighting the beast,|me and my men are with you.

Thank you.|It's good to have friends out here.

May the gods be with you.

One as wise as you has ways|to stop me from shooting.

I know if I'd tried,|you would've killed me first.

Damn right, rat-brain! That's the|first intelligent thing you've said.

Rest break is over.

There's something I need you to see|so you're properly motivated.

You don't know her?

No, I don't know her.

She's one of the foulest|looking females I've ever seen.

While I tend to agree. . .

. . .it's obvious that you show a lack|of aptitude for strategic deception.

On the other hand, what you show|marginal proficiency at is. . .

. . .drawing.

This was found when she was collected.

The collar has enough explosives|to remove her head from her body.

And this remote. . .

. . .will activate it|from anywhere on the planet.

So if you disobey me, let me|show you what will happen.

Please don't harm her.

I believe you.

Don't worry, rat-brain.

Every collar has its own frequency.

I'm not going to blow up|your little female friend.

Just. . .

. . .this one.

You made your point.

I said I would mine your gold.

Please don't kill him. Please.

Fine.

Due to our new working relationship,|I will grant you this one request.

I won't kill him.

But you may never ask of me|anything again.

I promise.

As I've said, I won't kill him.

Yes, sir.

Stupid humans.

No, no, no.

What you did was right.

It was right for all of us.

Greener, you're a thinker. . .

. . .and the gods respect thinkers.

You didn't kill Sammy.

Jonnie, this is not living.

This is. . .

. . .cages!

Cages!

Even if we escaped and went back|to where we all came from. . .

. . .it'd be like you said.

We'd be waiting for the Psychlos|to hunt us down.

I think that is not living either.

We all chose to fight.

-Count us in too!|-What's going on?

Someone knows how to speak|the Psychlo's language.

He's gonna help us fight.

Yes.

Ker, I'd like you to meet Chirk.

She's. . . .

His soon-to-be|newly acquired secretary.

-Yes.|-Really?

She's stupid enough not to be a menace,|pretty enough to be decorative.

She gets drunk with economical speed|and has other advantages.

I can see that.

-Don't you have some work to do?|-No.

Ker?

All right, sir.

Now, listen, missy. . .

. . .I'm still waiting for|the Planetship's accounts.

I had to go way beyond|the call of duty to get these.

I see. Well, that's why|I especially chose you.

So you'll keep your side|of the bargain?

Which was?

You said we'd have a huge house|when we go back to Psychlo next year.

-We're going to be rich, right?|-Right.

I am going to make you|as happy as a baby Psychlo. . .

. . .on a straight diet of Kerbango.

Well, isn't it interesting. . .

. . .that you have been keeping|two sets of books. . .

. . .and telling all the workers. . .

. . .that the planet has been|operating at a loss?

I only claimed that it was|running at a loss. . .

. . .to try and motivate them all|to work harder.

Oh, yes, of course.

And it had nothing to do|with the fact. . .

. . .that it allowed you|to cut the workers' pay. . .

. . .and keep all the extra credit|for yourself. Did it?

That. Well, I can explain that.

Well, unfortunately, the company|requires me to vaporize you.

On the other hand. . .

. . .I could understand someone|in your situation. . .

. . .being old and having no future. . .

. . .coming up with ways|to solve your financial problems.

-You can?|-Oh, yes.

It's really of no interest|to anybody. . .

. . .to have you not be Planetship.

But it would be prudent of you|to start to share your authority.

But these forms are|all blank, undated.

You could put anything|you wanted on them.

You would run the entire planet!

I would be nothing but a puppet.

Well, if you don't want|to do it that way. . .

. . .we could always do it by. . .

. . .the book.

What the hell does the Planetship|need with all this mining equipment?

That's not even the crazy part.

He's ordered me to take a group|of man-animals to a remote area. . .

. . .with the equipment to see|if they can be trained to mine.

Man-animals being able to mine?

Yes.

Old Psychlo's gone completely insane.

Indeed.

But what can I do?

An order is an order.

You have a busy day, rat-brain.

First, learning how to fly. . .

. . .then on to the learning machine|for mining techniques.

Crash one more time. . .

. . .and your little friend|will no longer be among the living.

Again.

Again!

Never underestimate what a little|leverage can do, rat-brain.

That's good, man-animal.

This is the lever where|we mine the gold!

Lever! Up, down!

Warning:
External sensors indicate|dangerous radiation levels ahead.

This is as far as I can go!

Land it!

Meet me back here in 1 4 days.

I want the ship's cage|half-filled with gold.

And even though I won't be|at the mining site. . .

. . .I'll be watching you.

-How's your side?|-It's good. Good.

Next time, you fly.

No, no, no.|Even if we do mine enough gold. . .

. . .we'll be lucky to fill|half of that cage in time.

That's why we're not mining.

What about the big uglies watching|us with that eye in the sky?

Carlo, look. Here's the men, right?

We split them in half.|One group goes. . .

. . .and one group stays. . .

. . .and it looks as if|we're still working.

But if we don't deliver it in 1 4 days|to Terl, he's just gonna kill us.

There's a place called Fort Knox|where the gold's already been mined.

Listen, there will be no mining,|but we'll deliver it.

Okay, so we have to pretend|that we're mining the gold.

We have to figure out where|we're gonna get the gold. . .

. . .then we have to get the supplies|to help our revolt.

Yeah.

We barely have men to|do one of those things. . .

. . .Iet alone all three.

It's good to have friends|on the outside!

Come on!

If you two kept your eyes open,|that'd be a great help.

Look for an ocean. If you see any,|we've gone too far.

I think this is it.

I think we're in Washington.

-We're still in Colorado.|-That's impossible.

I've been watching,|we haven't crossed this line.

You're not paying attention.

Let him navigate and watch me.|You're gonna fly on the way back.

We couldn't have crossed|all these lines.

Well, we did. The lines must|have faded over time.

This great village was the capital|for all our tribes.

This is where our people's|history was buried.

Here. When the Psychlos|attacked Earth. . .

. . .they sent out flying gas drones.

Our ancestors must've made it out|into these remote radiated areas. . .

. . .and the only reason they survived|was because radiation is. . .

. . .Iethal to the Psychlos.

-And that was not good for them.|-That's good for us.

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