Terra
Cloud sailers.
New toy cloud sailers.
Sora. Tumi.
Welcome.
Roven, Tumi's still sick.
Let's have a look.
- Present.
- Kima?
Present.
- Tulo?
- Present.
- Tumi?
- Present.
Senn?
Senn?
Mala?
Come on, Senn!
It's only a race if you keep up.
Is it my fault you keep cheating?
I don't cheat.
Not all the time.
Classic Mala.
Great. All right.
Very funny.
Where are you?
Bye!
That was really funny.
You got me... again.
Do you hear that?
Is it me?
I think it's coming
from right below... us!
See? She doesn't think
much of your flying, either.
Beautiful.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Turn around and go home?
Hey, Mala? Mala?
Probably not a...
Wind tunnel!
Mala, pull up!
Senn, throw the anchor!
Mala!
Come on! Come on!
Are you thinking what I'm thinking now?
'Cause clearly it's time to go back.
Mala, where are you going?
Are you crazy?
Mala, you know this place is forbidden.
Wasn't the wind tunnel enough?
And the huge, crazy sky whale?
Finally, you've come to your senses.
Let's go back now, okay?
Senn?
What is that?
Mom, what's that?
Tumi, come inside.
A new god!
A new god in the sky.
Go home.
Keep moving.
Move along.
All is well.
It has begun.
Is everyone safe here?
Is there anything that you need?
So, you think it's a god?
It could be one of those large rocks.
The kind that fall from the sky
from time to time.
It will be whatever
the elders tell us it is.
I bet I could see what it is.
I bet I could make something
to help me look closer.
Mala, you know that's forbidden.
But why?
It wouldn't hurt anybody.
Inventions that are not approved
by the elders...
...are against our teachings.
Then maybe our teachings are wrong.
Mala! Go to your room.
Right now.
Getting closer.
What is that?
No.
Sound the alarm!
Everyone, take cover!
Mala?
Everyone, get to your homes.
What is that?
Mala! Where are you?
Mala!
It's a miracle!
They are gods!
- Yes. Take me.
- No, wait!
Mala!
- Over here!
- You see that?
- Where are you?
- I'm ready!
Tumi! Tumi, where are you?
- I am ready!
- I knew this day would come.
- Take me!
- Over here!
- Over here!
- Over here!
Mommy? Mommy?
Mom, where are you?
- Oh, no!
- Take me!
- Everyone please!
- Where's my daughter?
Mala?
Father.
I'm coming!
Father, look out!
No! Please!
Let him go! Take me!
It's my fault! Please!
Take me! Over here.
Please.
Fine.
I'll do it my way.
Come on, take me.
Take me.
Stay where you are!
Get away from me...
...you monster.
Please remain in your homes.
Remain in your homes
for the time being.
Stay home!
Everything is under control.
Stay home.
Are you okay? Where's Roven?
He was taken by the gods.
Please, Doron, we have to help him.
They are not gods.
They are invaders, pretenders.
Dangerous.
What about my father?
How will we get him back?
We will do the best we can, Mala.
For now, stay inside.
Don't touch that!
Lieutenant Stanton, speak to me.
Are you still operational?
Stop it.
Now, now, now.
There's no need for violence.
Can't we communicate verbally?
You speak our language? How?
I have been programmed
with the basic forms...
...of your vernacular, yes.
Does he speak our language?
What? No. No, no, no.
Now listen...
I need to talk to him.
Can you teach me his language?
Priorities first. He's dying.
Teach me or I won't help.
Lieutenant Stanton won't like this.
Hold still. Now, don't blink.
My head.
It's full of words.
What language is this?
How did you do that?
A simple organic data download.
Now, please, you must help,
or he will die.
Where do I begin?
Lieutenant Stanton requires oxygen...
...a gaseous chemical element.
Colorless, odorless, tasteless.
Vital for respiration.
We need to seal this room
and construct an air generator.
We must identify
an oxygen-gathering plant...
...and incorporate it into this assembly.
Please gather all available plant life.
Hurry. He's beginning to suffocate.
Please initiate the procedure.
We did it!
What the...
Giddy?
Where am I?
In a dwelling used
by the natives of this world.
I'm a prisoner?
I would say a guest.
Then let's not overstay our welcome.
Get me Earth Force.
Negative.
My transmitter was damaged.
Great. The ship.
How's my ship?
Neutronic conductor overloaded,
stabilizing gears fractured.
Yeah. But can she fly?
Negative.
Giddy, it's one of them.
This female's parental unit
My name is Mala.
Can you help me save my father?
It... It speaks our language?
Giddy taught me your language.
You taught it?
Hey, Giddy,
I never authorized that.
My apologies, but it was hard for you
to issue the proper authorization...
...due to your asphyxiation.
Are... Are you being sarcastic?
Impossible, sir.
That is not a feature of my programming.
A rescue mission.
Bring my father home, please!
Lieutenant Stanton!
Jim, come inside.
Stop!
Your lungs can only
withstand this atmosphere...
...for approximately 27.6 seconds.
- Hurry!
- Give or take.
- I can't breathe.
- Oh, no.
No!
Hold on! I'm coming!
Hold on!
No!
Come on.
Come on.
Mala, hold on.
Help is on its way.
Giddy, pull!
Please, forgive him.
He is frightened.
I scare him?
Everything different scares them.
They should've never left home.
I regret to say they have no choice.
This was their world... Earth...
...a planet of plenty...
...but not without its limits.
Eventually, humans exhausted...
...their world's natural resources.
Two neighboring planets...
Mars and Venus...
...were terraformed.
Colonies were established.
Two centuries later, the colonies
demanded independence.
It meant war.
War.
All three planets were destroyed.
Everything was destroyed.
The survivors had only one choice:
...to travel beyond their solar system...
...to the nearest life-supporting planet
they could find.
The journey lasted several generations
and led them here.
Your home?
You made this? For me?
balance in the focal points.
This is really good.
Where did you learn to do this?
All I did was put the pieces together.
They felt right.
You're a natural.
Stabilizing gears fractured!
You can...
Help me repair the ship...
...and I'll take you to your father.
Deal?
According to my holographic blueprint, this
device meets all required specifications...
...for space travel, approximately.
Well, it's not exactly titanium...
...but if this thing holds...
I can go home.
Remember, we have a deal.
What is this?
The Ceremony of Life.
We thank life for what it brings.
Even if it brings you war?
Earth Force recruited me when I was eight.
They recruit every kid on the Ark.
Intensive training, hand-to-hand combat...
...flight simulation.
Be prepared, always on the ready.
The best, the finest,
the last line of defense.
You wouldn't understand.
You only know peace.
Senn.
- What are you...
- I had to see you.
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