Spacehunter: Adventures In The Forbidden Zone

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We are now approaching the heart|of Crinos Nebula...

...where, on the starboard viewing ports,|to the right of the ship...

...you can observe|the spectacular blue giant, Galileus Major...

...and Galileus Minor, a white dwarf...

...caught in the gravitation field|of its giant big brother.

As we pass between these two suns,|we are given a rare opportunity...

...to view one of the scenic and|scientific marvels of the known universe.

This breathtaking effect is caused by...

...the condensation of nebular gases|in the magnetic--

Please, do not be alarmed.|It appears we have sustained damage...

...from an unexpected condensation|of molten gases.

You will now proceed|to the designated escape shuttle.

Follow boarding instructions.

The air-lock doors will seal automatically|once you are safely aboard.

Please be sure to visit|the newly refurbished Star-O-Rama lounge.

The escape shuttles|have been programmed...

...to seek out the nearest E-type,|or Earth-type planet.

When your shuttle has homed in|on the planet most accommodating...

...to the needs of Earth-natives, you will be|landed and processed with full security.

Do not be alarmed.|You have been traveling suspended...

...in the Merrill-Becker 3,000|Emergency Space Shuttle.

For your comfort you've been given|a mild cryogenic which will wear off...

...in couple of minutes. Do not panic.|An emergency homing device...

...has been automatically triggered|to ensure your safe retrieval.

You will now remove your helmets.

Please stay by your shuttle|and take a few moments to relax.

You will be given further instructions|in a short time.

I got a lot of messages for you, Wolff.

We got a transmission|from a guy on Omega Six.

He's got eight tons of merilium scrap|he wants you to pick up when you can.

And the police called from the 42 sector.|You've got 105 parking tickets.

I think you should take care of that.

Your ex-wife is looking for you.

She hasn't gotten a check from you|in three months.

The administrator of your housing unit|says you're two months behind in rent.

You have five days to pay|or you're out in the street.

Interrupt. Space Station Copernica|to all units in vicinity...

...of Terra Sector,|Crinos Nebula, Galileus System.

All-space mayday Vi InterGal-Com-Net.

Starliner X-ray 370 "lost in solar."

One shuttle, detached....

Reward:
3,000 Megacredits.

Chalmers! The communicator's out again.

Get up!

Get up.

I'm entitled to four hours downtime.

Chalmers, the communicator is out again.

That's because we need|a new auto-correlation spectometer.

Not to mention a new drive-systems|regulator, a Freon activator...

...and of course a complete|scan-systems overhaul.

I'm still glad I bought you|the night-shirt instead.

Okay, what did you do to this?

Emergency repair procedure number one.

You kicked it? Is that what|they taught you at Sector Control?

Who listened? I thought you would fix|that spectometer last week?

I keep starting but you never let me finish.

Okay, now let's see who needs|a galaxy-hopping garbage man today.

Right.

Find an all-space mayday for Terra Sector,|something about a shuttle rescue.

Escape shuttle with|three female survivors now...

...definitely known|to have successfully detached...

"...from" Starliner X-ray 370...

...and is moving to landing|on Planet Terra 11.

The Intergalactic Consortium has|announced a reward of 3,000 Megacredits.

Yeah. Too much for a shuttle rescue.

Are you looking for this?

Terra 11. It rings a bell.

Seems like we put a colony up there|a long time ago, before the war.

There was a plague or something during|the stalemate. Try it on the computer.

Terra 11 Atmosphere: E-Type.

Exploration commenced: 2013.

Planet-wide outbreak of PSI Plague: 2021.

Interplanetary medical expedition|assigned to plague control: 2022.

Leaders of expedition,|Patterson and McNabb quarreled.

McNabb alias Overdog,|assumed dictatorship of entire planet.

Medical expedition vanished: 2031.|Current status: quarantine restricted.

Quarantine restricted?

Plague's been running rampant since 2031.

Domestic food supply is probably infected.

It sounds great. Activate the drive system.

Grab the tracking module.

The door won't open.

It's the air-lock mechanism.

Got 'em.

Your course is 035. Distance: 20 klicks.

Make it eat dirt, Chalmers.

Wait a second. Something's wrong here.|The shuttle seems to be moving.

Your new course is 048.

Somebody else must be on to it.

Load and lock.

Do you know we're down to six star-clips?

That's enough.|We're not going to war, Chalmers.

Well, now, this is going to be easier|than I thought.

Barrier ahead!

Barrier ahead!

Hit the brakes! Hit the brakes!

Trikers on the starboard!

Over there!

Overdog's Trikers on the starboard!

It looks like we've got visitors.

Go to the back, Winder!

Get inside there!

Why can't anything be simple anymore?

Chalmers, take out that cannon!

Grandman Patterson's hit!

Bloodstops!

I'm going in.

On whose side?

My side. Cover me.

Works every time.

Help!

They're outrolling!

We can't make a bloodstop.

He's blood-lost bad.

McNabb!

McNabb!

You have done this to me!

I think you have me confused--

You and I were the only doctors|in this galaxy.

And they sent us to fight the "...."

To fight the plagues, Grandman.

You betrayed me, McNabb.

Lie down, Grandman.|He's just an outlander.

-What?|-An Earther.

He's not Overdog McNabb.

Where are the Earth girls?

They were up-taken by the Vultures.

Into the Zone.

You must go there, Jarrett.

You and Duster.

Overdog McNabb's death we will gift you.

Good.

What do you want here, Earther?

I don't mean to interfere, but where is|this Zone you were speaking of?

You have no claim there.|The killing of the Overdog is ours.

Fine, he's yours.|But I need to find the girls.

Find them yourself, Earther.|We have blood loss here.

I'm sorry.

But"...."

Chalmers, get me a fix|on those flying things, will ya?

Be careful with him. Hold up his head.

Chalmers?

You were the best damn model|they ever put out.

Stop it!

What the hell are you?

What do you think I am,|you skrotting Earth-bag? I'm a woman.

An Earther.

You'd better not skiz my home|or I'll get my father to split your face.

And I got brothers, too.

If that's your father in there,|I got news for you.

He's been dead for about ten years.

This is my place, anyway, so bone out.

Whatever you say, Princess.

Wait a minute. You got any food?|If you've got food, I can help you.

I'm a tracker. I know everything|about this skrotting planet.

Sorry, I'm booked up for the day.

Wait! I know where|to buy clean Scav women.

That's what you came for, isn't it?

Or if you're selling,|I've got takers who'll buy.

Or if you have the plague,|I can get you serum.

My mother was a medical.

I know about the new Earth-fraulies.|They flew by here. They're like you.

There were three of them.|They weren't Scavs or Zoners.

And they have these real fine clothes,|and they're smooth all over.

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