Moon 44

BY THE YEAR 2038 ALL NATURAL RESOURCES

ON EARTH HAVE BEEN DEPLETED.

MULTINATIONAL CORPORATIONS HAVE TAKEN

CONTROL OF THE UNIVERSE.

NOW A DIFFERENT KIND OF WAR RAGES.

RIVAL COMPANIES FIGHT DEADLY BATTLES

OVER PRICELESS MINING PLANETS

IN OUTER SPACE.

We're under the attack

by Pirite.

We finally analyzed their system.

The spacecraft are drones!

I repeat, drones,

piloted by robots.

Do you read me?

We'll all be killed.

Mayday! Mayday!

At least we finally know

what we're dealing with.

- Any survivors?

- No chance.

So what's being done about it? Pirites are

capturing one of our moons after another,

and we're going broke. Those bastards used to buy

their fuel from us. - I warned the board before.

We can't defend the mining operation

if you keep cuting my budget!

We're not a military operation like Pirite.

Our money is spent on research, equipment...

There are no alternatives left.

We have to defend ourselves, do we not?

We're listening.

They've already captured

51, 47, 46...

The only one left up there

is Moon 44.

And they'll be next.

It's ironic, we already had

a working defence system up there.

And you cancelled it.

Because too many pilots

got killed in training.

Those pilots were having to navigate

in extreme weather conditions.

Pirite obviously managed to deal with it.

- And so will my men!

Two weeks ago I sent up

a new group of navigators.

They'll make it a hell of

a lot safer for the pilots.

Look, Stevens. Your 'navigators'

are barely out of their teens.

- They're kids.

- I tested them. They're the best!

But, I'm having a hell

of a time finding pilots.

No one wants to volunteer

for the outer zone anymore.

We had to send up prisoners.

Convicts? You're puting our prime

assets in the hands of prisoners...

and a bunch of computer wizkids?

- Baker is right.

As usual.

We can't afford to take chances.

But I've taken certain precautions.

Let me remind everyone...

What's at stake here is not Moon 44,

but our mining shuttles.

Without them,

Galactic Mining is finished.

That's why I've ordered the station

commander of Moon 44

to launch all shuttles

at the first sign of attack.

You gave him control of the shuttles?

But what about the crew?

Mr. Chairman, their only chance to escape

is hitching a ride on the shuttles.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

They'll have to stay and fight.

- They would get masacred.

- We're all making our sacrifices.

Or would you prefer to encourage Pirite,

to go on and on with this takeover?

Ladies and gentlemen...

Mr. Chairman...

Moon 44. We've got a problem.

Contact Internal Affairs immediately.

Get me their best agent.

No one's gonna go up there on a

mission like that. It would be suicide.

Even an Internal Affair's agent

doesn't need to know everything.

Yes, sir.

Welcome to the western quadrant of

Galactic Mining's Earth headquarters.

All passengers

with Alpha clearance...

- Rise and shine, we're at home.

- F*** you!

You know something, Lieutenant?

You've got a real attitude problem.

Unlock me. Or you'll gonna

have a real problem.

F*** up and I'll take you

with me, I swear it.

Dad, look!

- Come on!

- But that man...

- I.A.

- Internal Affairs. I know who you are.

Who's he?

That's Lieutenant Gallagher.

- Captain...

You guys will never change.

It wasn't even loaded.

You're crazy!

You're nuts!

God damn cop!

- You really enjoy this sh*t, don't you?

- No.

Galactic Mining wants you

to enjoy your stay...

...but reminds you to be cautious...

Do not reveal the nature or location

of your asignments to strangers.

Report any of irregularities or suspicious

persons directly to Internal Affairs immediately.

Three months on a

double-bonus job.

- How did you finally catch him?

- What's the difference? I got him.

- You're short!

- Kickback for your next job.

I don't pay kickbacks!

Stone, this is

Brown from Headquarters.

We want to see you immediately

upon your arrival.

This is an extremely important matter.

We've already informed Internal Affairs...

...to relieve you of all further duties.

This is a top priority.

Your records show you graduated

Yeagle Flight Academy with distinction.

Fifth in your class.

- Have you flown much since then?

- No.

Why...?

Why did you quit the military?

I'm not very good

at taking orders.

Then what made you

join Internal Affairs?

They let me operate alone,

the way I like it.

You've made several requests

for termination of your contract.

- Why do you want to quit?

I arrest them and lock them up...

But your kind of prison system

just makes them worse.

That's no way to change people.

Come on Stone, you want changes,

you do something about it!

You don't quit to... study

classical literature.

What's this all about?

Is this an interrogation?

- No!

We have a proposition

for you, Mr. Stone.

A critical assignment.

You complete it...

...and we'll grant you

release from your contract.

You'll be free

to do as you please.

I'm listening.

Moon 44. The most important

mining operation in the galaxy.

Over 100 mining shuttles

operate there.

Robots, machinery...

Worth billions.

They dig around the clock,

fill up...

Then they shuttle millions of tones

of raw material back here.

And we convert it into solid fuel.

It is our prime income.

Our livelyhood.

Recently, Mr. Stone, someone meddled

with the primal forces of nature.

Someone tempered

with our very existence.

Two of these magnificent shuttles

dissapared in transit.

Lost in space.

A techical defect.

So we thought.

But to our surprise, we found

out they were actually stolen.

We have reliable information from

a navigator stationed on Moon 44.

His name is Tyler.

- A whistleblower?

We want you to go up

and investigate.

- What's the catch?

- Catch? There's no catch.

But you'll have to go undercover

with a group of prisoners.

They're in training

to become fighter pilots.

- Are you expecting an attack?

- Certainly not.

This is mearly a routine

training exercise.

Well, mr. Stone,

do we have a deal?

Jake O'Neal!

Moose Haggerty!

Scooter Bailey!

Come on, come on!

Move out!

Come on, let's move it!

All right, fall in!

You a**holes! You think

you've hit the jackpot!

You're gonna come crawling back here,

begging me to take you back!

You gonna lick my stick

to get in here again!

This is Moon 44 base, you are

clear to land at Galileo canyon.

Don't push me!

Automated docking

sequence released.

Manual mode engaged.

Proceed to the dock...

Mining shuttles now clear of

all passengers. Commence operation.

Welcome to Moon 44.

One of Galactic Mining's most

valuable mining resources

for solid fuel. The output

per year amount to...

Do you know this guy?

The loads are transported immediately

back to Galactic Mining headquarters.

- Lewis, who is the Einstein?

- I never saw him in the yard before.

Galactic Mining wishes

you a nice stay.

Up and atom.

- Hey Cookie, new pilots are here.

- No, man, new customers.

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