Battlefield Earth Page #5

Even if we fail, the people|will be safe if they stay--

Safe from being hunted. . .

. . .but radiation is|also poisonous for humans.

So, you see, either way. . .

. . .if we don't take back our planet. . .

. . .the last of humanity|becomes extinct.

Based on what I've read about|Psychlo security. . .

. . .if we revolted. . .

. . .only using weapons they don't|perceive as any real threat. . .

. . .if we just use rocks and sticks. . .

. . .they'll just throw us|back in the cages.

But. . .

. . .we're gonna stage this revolt|inside the dome.

So the Psychlos are gonna have to|come inside the city to round us up.

And that is when we blow the dome.

Carlo's gonna blow the dome.

-They won't have masks.|-They can't breathe.

-They die.|-Carlo?

-I'm gonna blow the dome?|-You're gonna blow the dome.

Piece of cake.|Piece of cake, piece of cake.

But remember, as soon as|we blow the dome. . .

. . .boom, stage 2 alarm.

What is that?

Thousands of gas drones and troops|will be teleported here.

-We can't fight against that.|-Then what's the point?

If they send more monsters to Earth,|we get wiped out.

Well, the point is,|we don't let it get to stage 2.

We'll destroy their Home Planet|before it happens.

-Their Home Planet?|-Their Home Planet.

We need some extra supplies|before we can do that.

Our first stop is a radiation bomb|storage bunker.

Is everyone clear?

Count us in.

-Look.|-Flying machines.

These are flying machines.|They're weapons of some kind.

Flying spears.

I think there's a little more|to it than that.

It's a learning machine.

Teach us to fly.

You're right.

It's like breaking a horse.

Can you teach your men to fly this?

-Piece of cake, piece of cake.|-Piece of cake.

-Try and keep it level.|-Jonnie!

-What is it?|-I think I found one.

Come on! Nuclear firebomb!

Piece of cake.

According to the book, there's|a firing mechanism. . .

. . .that has to be in place before|it's operational.

Don't touch the auto-sensor.

What happens if we do?

The bomb will explode. Big fire.

Look. Greeners from this cave.

Off. Off.

War--

--ning.

Warning. Warning.

Warning.

Warning.

Get it?

What does the auto-sensor look like?

There's an illustration in Appendix A.

What? What?

We don't have Appendix A.

More books, Jonnie.

It's okay.

I thought you said nuclear fires|were powerful?

It's not nuclear. Mickey!

Sorry.

You're sorry. Mickey!

Stop touching things|and turn off the damn light.

Leave it on.

Look.

Good work, Mickey.

You just found Appendix A.

Will this be enough to blow up|their whole planet?

Radiation reacts with their|planet's atmosphere.

-There's enough to destroy it forever.|-Let me do it.

Let me go there|and detonate the weapon.

It's brave of you, Mickey,|but it's my plan, so I go.

You're the only one who speaks|the monsters' language.

You know things about them!

Listen. . .

. . .without you leading this revolt. . .

. . .we might not succeed.

I hope their eye in the sky didn't|see the gold through the lead walls.

Start filling the cage.

We'll hide half and deliver|the other half to Terl tonight.

Why is it in bars?

I assumed, sir. . .

. . .that a Psychlo of your refinement|wouldn't want raw ore.

Really?

Since you have had extra time. . .

. . .to smelt it into bricks. . .

. . .I'll expect the rest of the gold|in seven days.

He has no intention of sharing|that gold with you.

What the hell are you talking about?

Why are you here?|You should be mining the gold!

You really think the only reason|he made that recording. . .

. . .was to have you as his patsy?|Do you, Ker?

No. He has leverage over you. . .

. . .and it'll guarantee you|never see an ounce.

How do you know|about those recordings?

It really is amazing. . .

. . .the collection of discs|you find in Terl's personal vault.

First, we trade.

-The disc--|-I don't think so!

Because if you don't give me|the disc now. . .

. . .I will blow your head off.

You want to trade?

Let's trade.

Hooray!

Won't the Psychlo see|I'm not wearing the collar?

After tonight, won't matter|much either way.

Jonnie, I know you|don't believe in fate. . .

. . .but I've always known|this was your destiny.

This is our destiny.|It's freedom for all of us.

For our children.

Children?

Beautiful.

Quickly!

What if this one is|particularly stupid?

There's no time.|When they detect the gold...

... the Planetship will know|what we're doing.

We'll have to terminate the operation|and cover our tracks.

When they detect the gold, the|Planetship will know what we're doing.

We'll have to terminate the operation|and cover our tracks.

I've been thinking.

80/20 is a pretty fair|distribution of the gold.

But I should get the 80% .

And with my share, I'm gonna|fire all my wives. . .

. . .and buy new ones.

Maybe pretty ones this time.

Ker-bango!

Congratulations.

You've learned how to get|leverage over someone, haven't you?

Which means I haven't wasted my time|training you, have l?

-You're not upset?|-Don't be crazy.

You know how long I've waited|for this day?

I know the perfect way to celebrate.

What are you doing?

You can't shoot me.

I made a copy and gave it|to someone for safekeeping.

You are just too good of a teacher.

How about giving your old teacher|a clue as to who this might be?

You insult yourself, sir.

You taught me better.

How am I supposed to know who it is?

I don't know.

It could be anybody|on this damn planet.

-It could be a mechanic.|-No.

-It could be a concubine.|-No, no.

It could be anybody|in communications.

Wrong!

I hate these things. It's like|it's a test I'm not prepared for.

Well, hell, it could even be|our friendly bartender!

Please. I made a mistake.

Now, give me the original disc. . .

. . .then meet me at the teleportation|platform in two hours.

Sir.

The control bunker's to the right.

Three guards left.

Two from the guardhouse,|one coming from the north.

I'll take the guardhouse.

Jonnie, the shooting's|triggered the alarm.

Five guards from the south,|heavily armed and moving fast.

Between you and the bunker.

Jonnie!

The man-animals have escaped.|They're running into the city.

Send some guards out|and round them up. I'm busy.

Don't bother me|with every little detail.

Gotta round them up.

Psychlos!

Psychlos!

7-7-3.

Greener? Carlo. Explosives are set.|Can I blow the dome?

Greener?

What's going on? Talk to me!

It's Carlo. What's going on?|Talk to me.

Hold on!

If I don't get Mickey to Psychlo,|they'll send drones.

Well, hurry up. Just hurry up,|because I've got company.

Here they are.

Panther!

Hang on. I'm right on his tail.

You know what you gotta do.

Greener, come on.

I've gotta blow this dome now!

I'm teleporting Mickey and the bomb.|Hang on.

I'm seconds away.

Jonnie, come on.

They're destroying the bombs.

-It's now or never.|-Now!

Now, go ahead! Blow the dome!|Go! Go! Go!

Teleportation sequence terminated.

Interrupting something?

Jonnie? Jonnie?

Why isn't it coming down?

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