Terra Page #2

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What's going on?

- Huh?

- Look, I know how you must feel.

- But I miss you.

- I miss you, too.

I just... I need a little time.

Please go.

Mala, the Ceremony of Life started.

Are we still going together?

What's that noise?

- Did you make a new toy for Tuki?

- Senn, wait.

I knew you were working on something.

- Mala, run!

- Stop! Stop! You're killing him!

- I'll take him...

- No!

I'm okay now.

- Please, listen.

- It's one of them!

- I know.

- What? You know?

- We can't let him go.

- He's my friend!

- He'll betray us.

- That's enough!

Mala, what... what have you done?

He said he would save my father.

Senn.

Senn!

She protected us, Giddy.

She defended us against her own kind.

"She"?

You said "she," not "it. "

We have to go.

He'll be back... with company.

- What's wrong, Senn?

- It's Mala.

It's Mala.

She's protecting one of them.

There's one of those invaders

in her house.

They were just here.

Did she build that?

I believe she did.

Search the home.

Find them.

Hey, all clear.

The elders say a long time ago...

...we were apart from nature.

We almost died.

But now we're together...

...forever, in life.

Fascinating.

What are those big things

up in the sky, Mom?

Look!

Mala!

Stop it! I'm over here!

Cease fire!

Damn it! Stop!

Hold your fire! I'm over here!

Why? Why are they doing this?

I don't know.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

Are you sure this is the place?

It was right here.

Traces under the recent snow layer

suggest our craft...

...has been relocated from its position.

Someone took it.

Mala, come on! Keep up!

Strange.

This whole place kind

of gives me the creeps.

The strangeness is increasing.

What is all this?

Lieutenant Stanton, all signs indicate

the trail leads through there.

Those cloud sailers...

what are they doing?

Not celebrating life, that's for sure.

War.

I guess our species have

more in common than we thought.

Hey, come on.

- Where are we going?

- Hitching a ride.

All right! There's my baby.

Looks like they're trying

to figure out how it works.

Cockpit's still locked, though,

so we got a chance to...

Jim...

Put down your weapon.

You're surrounded.

Oh, no.

- Stop! Back off, or I'll kill her!

- Jim!

- Jim!

- Play along.

No! What are you doing?

- Jim!

- Giddy, now!

- On my way.

- No! Let me go!

I said get back!

Come on, Mala.

They can't see you.

- You can stop fighting now.

- You said you'd kill me.

It was just an act, Mala.

I was just pretending.

I wouldn't hurt you.

Honestly.

Stop him!

- Hurry, Giddy! Hurry!

- Coming.

Open the hatch.

Thank you.

You can do it.

Come on. Hold it together.

Come on, baby. Come on.

- Not good?

- No. Very not good.

- What the...

- Uh-oh.

- Time to go?

- Come on. Just one spark.

All right! There we go!

Come on, Giddy.

We're going home.

Hold tight, okay?

This could be a bumpy ride.

Your people... they made this?

Yeah. Don't let her looks fool you.

She hasn't aged too well.

Central Control,

this is Lieutenant James Stanton.

Requesting permission to land.

Lieutenant Stanton.

Nice of you to finally find

your way back to us.

Just had myself

some shore leave, that's all.

You're cleared for landing in Deck A.

Alert! Alert!

We have depressurization on Deck C!

Seal the hatches!

Hull breach!

No. Not again.

Welcome to my world.

Activate cockpit shield.

Hold on, Mala.

You have to stay here, okay?

It's not safe.

Jim, I didn't come all this way to hide.

I have to find my father.

I understand.

I'll take you to him, I promise.

But you have to trust me.

I'll be right back.

Please try not to touch anything, Mala.

How did you survive your crash?

After my ship went down,

I woke up to find I'd been rescued and...

By whom?

A native.

Are the natives hostile?

No.

Do they have weapons?

Yes.

Advanced weapons?

"I'll be right back," he says.

Oh, no! Mala!

Hey, Jim. I missed you, bro.

Stewart.

I thought you were a goner.

Come on. It takes more than

one rough landing to kill me.

Mom and Dad would be really proud of you.

You're the man of the hour, Jim.

I mean, even General Hemmer

wants to meet you.

Hemmer?

A dozen human beings.

One tarnished, worn-out security seal...

...way past its recall date, and gone...

How much longer do we have to wait...

...while this tomb crumbles around us?

When will this council

give me the authority...

...to do what must be done?

Your plan calls for nothing less

than the conquest of Terra...

...an alien world, an occupied world.

My plan, Mr. President...

...is the only way to salvage our species.

We are dying.

We are the last relics of humanity.

The future depends on us.

We will have no future

if we repeat the mistakes of the past.

We have superior technology and firepower...

...impenetrable defenses.

The mistake would be not to act.

Your plan's under consideration, General.

We will vote on it.

Vote! I ask for action, they vote.

What can we expect from civilians, sir?

You're a good soldier, Stewart...

...and, I understand,

a brother of a war hero.

Thank you, sir, but I'm no hero.

At ease, Lieutenant.

You're the first man

to distinguish himself in this conflict.

Congratulations.

I've had my eye on you for a while.

James Stanton, 32nd Airborne.

How many left in the 32nd?

Eight, sir.

One short of a baseball team.

Let me guess.

Oxygen leaks, faulty fuel lines.

Engine failure?

Tired of watching comrades die for nothing?

We've come a long way.

Terra is our prize.

A jewel hanging in space.

It has real water,

not that chemical junk, and ground.

God, I'd like to feel steady ground

under my feet one day.

Kids born on the Ark

have never seen a blade of grass...

...or heard a bird sing.

Have you met the enemy?

I have encountered

the native Terrians, yes, sir.

What are they like?

They're an interesting species, sir.

They're peaceful and they're intelligent.

Their lives are filled with art and music.

I meant, can they fight?

They're not going to hit us

with paintings, are they?

- I believe they can fight, sir.

- Good.

Then they'll die with honor.

Giddy.

Don't be afraid.

I'll get you out of here.

Mala.

Father!

Father, I'm so sorry.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Hey! A floater!

This is General Hemmer. Report.

We have a Terrian floater in Section D, sir.

Mala.

Get her!

I love you.

Father! Father!

Father, no!

Here is your proof that Terrians...

...are a hostile, murderous species.

Two more human lives lost.

According to Lieutenant Stanton's report...

...the Terrian was seeking its parent...

...one of the abductees.

The lines have been drawn.

We are human, they are alien.

Do not take sides against your own species.

General, our species has other options.

We need time to explore, to think...

...before we rush headlong into...

We have no more time.

I have waited patiently

for this council to act...

...but our people are tired of dying

in the rotting hull of this ark!

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