Titan A.E. Page #3

- Preed, you and Gune watch the ship.|- Watch the ship?

- And keep the engines hot.|- Oh, yes. They'll be nice and toasty.

- Hmm.|- I'm not keen on the Drej catching me|with my trousers down.

Welcome to Planet Sesharrim, Cale.

- It stinks.|- Hydrogen trees.

Clip one of those,|and we'll be blown to steaming bits.

Hello? Anybody here?

We're looking|for the Gauol.

Now, what exactly|do the Gauol look like?

Don't know.|They don't get out much.

We have a kid with a map here|that you guys should know about.

I think we know|what happened to the Gauol.

Open fire on five.

- We'll clear a path to the sled.|Everybody ready?

- One, two-

Wait. No, no.|Stop.

- I think they are the Gauol.

Ahh.

Oh, yeah!

Quick little devil.

-- Okay, all I have to do is tap|into the central computer,

and we can figure|the departure protocols.

- Yes. Making progress.|Yes, I'm making progress.

Huh? Wait, wait.

- Hmm.

Ooh. Hmm.

The moon, the moon, the moon. Right,|yeah. That's how we knew to come here.

My father made a map|with that moon on it.

Why? Is the ship|hidden there?

Ohh.

- Oh.

Hmm. Ahh.

It must be somewhere|in the Andali Nebula.

We did it, kid.

The Titan is as good|as ours.

He must have been here, standing here.|Right here.

- Who?|- My father.

Go!

Let's move it!

We've gotta|get to the beach!

- Akima!

- Why aren't they shooting at Cale?|- They want him alive.

Come on, guys.|Pick it up. Pick it up.

Nice catch.

Pull up! Pull up!

Preed, come in!|Preed, where are you?

- Hold on!

-Preed, come in!

-Preed!

Preed, Preed, Preed! Aren't you|supposed to be watching for the Drej?

Yes, caveman, that's right.|Drej bad. We good.

- Now, go look at|something shiny for a while.

- How's this?

- Well, you'd better look again!

Drej!

- Aah!

Captain, we're on our way.|Where are you?

We're in the|hydrogen trees being chased by the Drej.

-See if you can spot them, quick!|- Look there!

- Akima!|- Hang on!

Nice move.

Get down!

Come on.|Show yourselves.

- Get down!|- Cale!

- I got 'em.

Whoa!

Preed, look!|There they are!

Oh, no.

- Hang on, Akima!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!|They've got Cale!

Gune, calculate their trajectory.|Stith, take weapons.

- Let's get on it, people.|- Nice job covering our butts, Preed.

- You're the weapons expert.|- What were you doing? Taking a nap?

Enough! Okay,|the Drej took Cale.

But they are not|gonna get away with it.

Well, let's quit running|our collective mouths and go get him.

Our only chance to locate them|is to track Akima. Stith, get on it.

Hmm.

They're gonna use you to figure out|where the Titan is.

Probably just blow it up,|too, when they find it.

- Yeah, well, who's to say|it would've worked, anyway?|- Who's to say it won't?

Maybe Korso will get|to the Titan first.

Why do you care so much|about that thing?

I was raised|around people.

" Drifter Colony bums,"|I believe, is the term.

I barely remember Earth, but the older|ones used to tell us about it...

so it would never|be completely lost.

No matter how hard things got-|and they were hard-

those memories|kept us going.

Once, we had a home.

The Titan is our chance|to find one again.

I guess that's how|I ended up here.

What are they afraid of? So what did|the human race ever do to the Drej?

- It's not what we did. They're afraid|of what we might become.|- Hmm.

Yeah, well, looks like|we're becoming extinct.

- Cale, you okay?

- Akima!

Cale!

- Cale!|- No! Stop!

Leave her alone!

Akima!

No!

Akima's signal is|getting stronger. I think it's|coming from the slave cages.

-A Drej pod. What's in it?|- A human.

- She's mine. I saw her first.

- Pretty.

Ah. All right.

- I'll take out the guard.|- Easy, big girl.|This requires cunning and deception.

- Hello.|- Ah.

Uh, I'm an Akrennian trader.

I wonder if we might sneak|a peek at the new shipment|before they go on the market.

- You're not allowed.|- Traditionally, no.|You're absolutely right.

But you see,|I need a new slave rather badly.

- Stop fidgeting, worm!

And I can't wait till auction.|I have to be on the shuttle.

I have an appointment|to have my ear shaved.|It has to be booked months in advance.

- You see my problem.|- Hmm.

You're lying. He's not a slave,|and you're not traders.

- But-|- He doesn't carry himself|like a slave.

- Look at the way he stands.|Probably ex-military.|- How-

Akrennian traders always threaten before|they ask a favor. It's tradition.

- And your robes are made|out of bedspreads.

- Ah. -Just out of curiosity,|did we have a plan " B"?

- Hmm. An intelligent guard.|Didn't see that one coming.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Whoa.

- This is it.

- Are you in there?

Well, if it isn't the captain.|What kept you?

Do you see anything? It was really|small, like a cocoon or something.

No, no, no.|Nothing like that. No. Mmm.

I do see something.

Oh, no. Just a Drej ship.|Drej!

- What? Where?|- I'm on it. I'm on it. I'm on it.

- Korso, we have a problem.|You'd better get up here.

- I'm here. I'm here.|What's the problem?

- Stith, let's go.|- All right. All right.

- I've locked on to him, sir.|- Gune, look out for his buddy.

- There's only one.|He's all alone. Just one.|- Three, five, twenty-two-

- Three, five, twenty-two,|seventy-four, eleven.

- Cale!|- Die, Drej scum ball!

Oh, don't-|No, don't shoot. Oh, guys-

- Come on. It's me!|- It's Cale!

- Cale!|- Stith, hold your fire!

- Oops.

Akima,|open the cargo bay.

Cale!

- Ah! The boy is not dead.|This is cause for happiness.|- Hmm.

So, um- how did you escape?

- He got lucky.|- You know, we were just|about to rescue you.

- Yeah? Well, thanks.

- Anytime.|- Look, uh, they copied the map.

- I'm sure they're heading|for the Titan now.

They won't find it.|Stations, people.

Yes. Going, going.

Akima?

Uh, um, what happened?|How'd you get back?

I got picked up with the trash.|Luckily, Korso got there...

before I ended up as a door prize|in some alien freak show.

I guess I owe him one.

You know, we both|got real lucky back there.

- But next time around-|-Cale.

Come on.|Gune needs a hand.

- Yes, the map is good.|The map is different.

- Yes, the map is clear.

- Yes, it's very, very clear.|- Ooh. Take it easy.

Hmm. This outer marking|is pulsing.

- Ah, the distal Phalangial Meridian.|- Gune, what do you make of it?

Past outer quadrant.

This is the Ice Rings of Tigrin.|Right here. Hmm.

- Easy to get lost in there.|- Good hiding place.

What?

- Wake angels.

They follow ships into deep space,|glide on the energy wake.

- They're supposed to be good luck.

They're like ghosts.

Sit down. Why don't|you give 'em a run?

- You sure about that?|- 'Course I'm sure.

Okay.

It's my time to fly

I'm proving ground|tonight

I'll try to be the best|that I can

Yeah. You got it.|Open her up.

- Give these angels something to chase.|- All right.

Try this, guys.

It's my time to fly

My father will be|with me tonight

Ooh

We're right on target

It's my time to fly

My father will|be with us tonight

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