Alien Disclosure Day (2026) Movie Script
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Navigation,
confirm approach window.
Reentry corridor locked.
Time to interface
10 minutes, 12 seconds.
All vectors normal.
Engineering?
Primary reactor is steady.
Shield integrity is at 100%.
Thermal margins
are within tolerance.
I'm picking up a little
bit of enhanced solar activity,
but shouldn't
interfere with reentry.
Jennings, adjust
around the flares.
Setting updated parameters.
Course deviation
less than 0.2 degrees.
Auto correction engaged.
Good.
Begin final approach checklist.
Gyros aligned.
Internal dampener is green.
Atmospheric sensors calibrated.
Big plans for your anniversary?
Ha!
Ten years,
that's not nothing.
What's your secret, Jennings?
I could use the advice.
It's no secret.
I mean, I love my wife.
And that's why I took this job.
You know, the hazard pay.
Me and Alice are
saving for a house.
So romantic.
What is 10 years anyway?
Is that silver? Gold?
It's tin.
So a roll of aluminum foil.
I think she would murder you
if you showed up with that.
You know, it's too bad
that we can't snag
a bit of this quasicrystal
we're hauling.
Then she would really
murder you if you got arrested,
or worse, on site
once you got to Earth.
True.
That's true.
But I am the last person to tell
anyone how to run
their relationship.
My ex-fianc Draven.
This story again?
Hey, what's the ETA to Earth?
All right.
Storytime is over.
Everyone focus.
Yes, Captain.
All stations, we're
entering descent interface.
Expect turbulence
during reentry.
Lock in. No movement until
we're through.
Reentry window
opens in one minute.
Copy navigation.
Hold corridor.
Engineering, monitor
structural stress.
Call out anything that spikes.
Captain, can we get a
check on my retirement?
Make sure that's still secure.
Please? We had to move fast
to meet this deadline.
Just wanted to make sure.
Cargo bay, Cayce.
Confirm you're secured.
Locking the bay down now.
I'll strap in as soon
as I verify containment.
You have less than one minute.
64 seconds, actually.
Cargo lock securing.
Hard seal engaged.
Computer, terminate music.
Warning.
Radiation spike detected.
High energy particle
surge coming off the star.
It's a solar flare.
We're in the stream.
We're about to get
hit from all sides.
All hands, solar
turbulence incoming.
Sit down and strap in.
Radiation shields at 30%.
Radiation shields
maximum output.
Reroute all
non-essential power.
Shields are up.
Power transfer in progress.
All hands, brace for impact.
This is not a drill.
Captain, the shields
are saturating.
We're losing margin.
Jennings, full system
diagnostics. Verify trajectory.
Running now.
-Dyson, comm status.
-Comms are down, Captain.
Some readings
aren't reconciling yet.
Bypass the main antenna.
Give me telemetry and voice
channel and nothing else.
All sections,
this is the Captain.
Report damage
status immediately.
Standing by to re-route.
Reactor stable.
Central power at 85%.
Life support, HVAC, and
emergency backups are green.
Trajectory deviation
minus 12 degrees.
Auto correction is engaging.
Okay, okay.
Pressure, not fracture.
Elevated heart rate detected.
Alerting Captain Vega.
Cayce, report.
I think the flare
has malfunctioned the--
I couldn't understand that.
Repeat.
I wasn't strapped into my seat.
Are you injured?
Lower extremities pinned.
Mobility... Compromised.
Fracture is unknown.
Okay. Hang on.
I'm sending medical.
Crap.
Computer, scan M-009
for organic life.
Report on headset.
Scanning.
Computer?
Organic life detected.
Computer, open the
channel to Captain Vega.
Priority.
Computer.
Dyson, get Origen on the line.
Status of the array?
Trying to uplink the array,
but it's not responding.
Reroute auxiliary power
sources in the mainframe.
Hopefully it gives us a boost.
Do it. Strip to telemetry
and voice only.
Jennings, damage report?
All sections are
reporting green, Captain,
except for cargo.
Cayce never misses protocol.
Check with medical.
Audio is down ship-wide.
I can't raise them.
Solar flare scrambled
the internal bus.
Give it five minutes, I'll
try and punch a hole through.
Captain, the re-entry window
has recalculated.
We have 7 minutes
and 42 seconds.
We have to commit or abort.
Copy.
Begin preliminary sequence.
I want us ready.
I'm going cargo.
Dyson, you're with me.
-Yes, Captain.
-Yes, Captain.
Computer, status?
Officer Cayce, respond?
Cayce.
Cayce?
Run!
Open the bridge!
Open the bridge!
I got the computer to work.
Captain, what happened?
-Alien.
-What?
Lock down the ship.
Internal doors, bulkheads,
pressure zones,
full containment now.
We cannot let these
aliens get back to Earth.
Initiating internal lockdown.
Get Origen on the line.
Priority override.
If the array won't carry it,
route to any surviving channels.
You said the computers working?
Yes, Captain.
Computer, initiate
emergency protocol.
Prep Prometheus. Do not execute
without my authorization.
Emergency protocols queued.
It followed us!
Dyson, sit down, focus.
Computer, switch to all access.
All stations,
this is the Captain.
We have a hostile
lifeform on board.
Please remain at your stations.
Do not move unless instructed.
Captain?
Stay focused on the
emergency protocols.
Yes, Captain.
Execute Prometheus.
No, what about the cargo?
Prometheus requires
a Captain-level code.
Alpha Victor India Lima Alpha.
Code confirmed.
Emergency lockdown initiated.
Prometheus protocol active.
All right.
Now we keep the crew alive
until reinforcements come.
What is it, Captain?
I don't hear anything.
Captain, take a look at this.
Put it on the main.
That alien just duplicated.
Captain, how bad is this?
Did you find Cayce?
No.
We cannot let this get to Earth.
If it keeps duplicating,
it will take over Earth
in a week or sooner.
No, no.
That's not an option.
It's the only option
if containment fails.
How are we supposed
to contain that?
It splits and reorganizes.
Listen to me.
We signal Origen.
They send a rescue vehicle.
We hold position.
They're going to take over
this ship before we get help.
Jennings is right.
We should try to
kill the aliens now.
What?
I've never met our benefactor.
He could be the nicest
trillionaire in the galaxy,
but we are up
here mining his minerals.
If he sends a ship, it's coming
to save the cargo, not us.
And how do you suppose
we kill this alien? Hmm?
We radio out, send for backup.
Again, I don't think anyone
is going to arrive in time.
Main comms are still offline.
Origen channels are dead.
We're just tumbling
before reentry.
Then we scatter
the distress call.
Broad spectrum.
Someone will hear it.
Everyone on this ship is
my responsibility.
So we get backup and
get a rescue vehicle up here.
Figure out the rest later.
We do not fight back
unless we have to.
We cannot risk making
more of these aliens.
All right, we should be good.
I can get it through
one of the open channels.
Wait a minute.
No. Prometheus?
Oh.
Number?
Hold on.
Hello? Hello?
Number.
Dr. Reimer is really in
charge here and I don't...
Wait, no number.
Prometheus!
Hold, please.
We just can't
continue the bleeding.
You can't give me a moment
of privacy, can you?
I told you.
Congress will blink.
Not this time.
Not after your last stunt.
General, this is
not about funding.
This is not about votes.
This is not even about Congress.
This is about scaling.
Civilizations don't
grow by committee. Okay?
I need you to convince
Congress to...
You know what?
I'll just call the
president on my own.
She owes me a favor.
You spent that leverage.
They're not renewing
your contract.
Sir, you have a call
from DeepSat Station 3.
-Amy--
-Sir, it's Prometheus.
General, I...
I gotta take this call.
We're not done here, Lester.
Yes, we are.
Goodbye, Lester.
We'll be in touch.
Um, hello, sir.
My name is Paul Cook
from Station 3 DeepSat.
I'm calling about the Graviton.
Uh, where's Reimer?
Dr. Reimer is sick today.
Okay, and Gandell? Alex?
He's retired, sir.
Um, two weeks ago.
Oh. Uh, okay.
Well, it's just...
Me and you.
Uh, yes, Mr. Sorrento.
I'm sorry.
Who am I talking to again?
Well, I'm actually
not a doctor just yet,
but I will be getting
my doctorate next year.
Ah. Okay.
Well, uh, Dr. Paul Cook.
What do you know
about Prometheus?
Prometheus is a
corporate override, sir.
Right.
And did you override it?
I didn't know I had
that authority, sir.
Of course you do.
Paul, son, if they're in
danger, then we have to help.
What, are you gonna just stand
on the sidelines and do nothing?
Look, your job is just as
important as mine, Paul.
Yes, sir. I'm sorry.
The message, Paul.
What did it say?
The transmission was degraded.
I have partial telemetry,
but no stable fix yet.
Amy, get search and rescue
prepped and ready to fly.
Yes, sir.
Paul, can you reestablish
communications?
I'll try.
If I reorient the dish and
correct for solar interference,
I can triangulate.
It'll take time.
Good. Great. Beautiful.
I'm gonna head over
there with my team
for assistance and help
you boost the signal.
You, Mr. Sorrento?
You're... you're
coming here in person?
Yes.
Of course I am, Paul.
Look, nothing is more important
than the safety of our crew.
Paul...
They need your help.
Can I rely on you, Paul Cook?
On me? Um...
Yes.
Yes, of course, sir.
Good, good, good, good.
It's just me and you, Paul.
And look, just so we're clear,
this goes nowhere.
Okay, Dr. Paul?
No calling friends.
Don't order lunch.
No social media.
Do you understand?
The safety of our crew
is what's the priority here.
I'm, um, not allowed to have
my phone here on shift, sir.
Good man. Good man.
I'll see you soon.
I just forwarded all the info on
Paul Cook to your NeuroAccess.
Thank you, Amy.
Okay.
You expecting injuries?
If I wasn't, I'd still
be at a youth soccer field
pretending to care.
So that's going well.
I mean, the kid's fine.
Really trying, but man,
two left feet.
Luckily, she's a whiz
at math, so...
Morning.
-Morning, sir.
-Sir.
We pulled the
Graviton's last known position
before comms degraded.
Low Earth orbit
decaying slightly.
So this wasn't pilot error?
No.
Looks like a space storm.
The Graviton hit a solar flare
on its entry into low orbit.
Well, hopefully it's just that.
Unfortunately, it
hit it just right.
Anyway.
Mission control is
ready and waiting?
We'll be ready in 10.
-Eight.
-Good.
Manifest says 12 on board.
This ship can only hold eight.
It's fine.
We're not extracting anyone.
This isn't a search and rescue?
Oh, "and rescue" is
the key component.
Our priority is
crew stabilization
and damage assessment.
Right, which is why we'll send
a second ship if necessary.
Our job is to get eyes
on the Graviton
and secure the situation.
Secure it from what exactly?
Communications are
intermittent with the Graviton.
So we're flying blind?
No, you're flying prepared.
And the payload?
Quasi-crystal.
I assume I don't have to
explain to you guys that
that's what makes
inter-solar travel possible.
That crew has mined on an
alien planet far away from here.
And I want it... here... today.
Or...
a lot of people are
gonna lose their jobs.
Copy that, sir.
I want that hack box
installed on the mainframe
as soon as you board, okay?
I need remote access.
No delays.
-Of course.
-Yes, sir.
You got it.
Okay. Let's do this.
You heard the man.
Let's load up.
Amy?
Wilson and I have
loaded the chopper with
everything we need to
work from the satellite dish.
Ah, great.
So Wilson's ready?
Ready.
Waiting in the chopper.
Okay.
Let's go meet
this Dr. Paul Cook.
Apparently, he just
saved my company.
Hold on.
Life signs?
Human?
Cayce.
Medical bay.
Vitals are dropping.
You're gonna need a wingman.
Jennings, you stay here,
keep pushing the signal.
Maybe someone will hear us.
I'll disable lockdown.
No. You can't override
the lockdown.
It'll wake the computer
for voice commands.
That'll lead to more
aliens here in the hallways.
Manual override.
That's the only way
to get over the full lockdown
without alerting the computer.
Jennings.
What does it look
like out there?
It's too quiet.
Wait.
We need to move.
Go, Dyson, go, go, go!
That's a lot of aliens.
Bulkhead rating?
Ballista composite,
rated for degrees, strike
and rapid decompression.
It should hold them back.
Should?
Jennings, options.
A good one? I mean,
we're sharing
the orbital plane
with Station 7.
-Can we reach them?
-Direct comms, no.
But maybe we can
attempt a tight beam burst?
-Morse code.
-Yeah.
No one knows that anymore.
Morse code?
Captains know Morse code.
It's in our training manual.
But Captain, it's not going
to give us rescue clearance.
This is a private ship.
I know. Route it through
the Space Force.
No, they'll just bounce
it back to Origen unless...
Unless I have a
reason they won't.
That's right, your
dad is General Kruger.
Don't remind me.
I try not to call in favors,
but I'm making an exception
in this case considering
it's our lives.
Holy crap.
We need that call to go
through to the General.
We've got royalty.
I'm on a clandestine
drilling op with
questionable cargo and
confirmed hostile aliens.
There's no royalty here.
Rumor has it he's in
charge of an Echo team.
Is that true, Captain?
Yes. An alien containment
unit, but since
it's officially not
connected to the military,
he would never admit it.
Still, a bunch of badasses.
Okay, I'll piggyback
on the burst
with an emergency
element packet.
If anyone's listening,
this should alert them.
Let's hope we get
a hold of Echo teams.
Hi, can I help you?
Room is secure.
Thanks, Wilson.
Ah.
You must be Paul Cook.
Lester Sorrento.
Hello.
Yes, Mr. Sorrento.
Who is he?
Don't mind Wilson.
So, you're the one who
caught the Graviton's burst.
Yes, sir.
It wasn't a clean packet.
It degraded on arrival.
But the modulation
matched their drive signature,
and it carried
a Prometheus warning.
Is this your work station?
Yes, sir.
That's my station.
Have you, uh, triangulated
their position yet?
Within a margin, yes.
I was trying to isolate
their carrier frequency
when you arrived, but
something's odd about it.
They're in a decaying low Earth
orbit, slightly off nominal.
Mainframe access confirmed.
We're riding the
dish directly now.
That bypasses the
Origen relay stack.
You caught me, Paul.
Ah.
I'm hijacking my own dish.
Why?
Mission control
filters everything.
I need raw data.
I need it now.
I have almost a
dozen hardworking
astronauts trapped up there.
So every piece of information
is critical, okay, Paul?
The Graviton's beacon
is intermittently dropping.
But not randomly.
It looks like interference
or suppression.
From the ship?
No. At least I don't think so.
The signal loss coincides
with internal power cycling.
Something on board
is drawing a lot of energy.
I need live tracking
on the Graviton.
And the cargo.
Trajectory, mass variance,
everything.
I can do that.
Can you...
Mm-mm.
It'll take me a minute
to sync your hardware
with the dish calibration, but,
yes, I can get
you a continuous look.
Good. Good, Paul.
Paul, you, um...
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul.
Paul, what you're seeing here,
doesn't go in
the reports, okay?
It doesn't go to social.
It just stays right here.
Me and you.
Between us.
I don't really do social.
Hmm.
Lester, Salvo-9 team is online.
Ah, great.
They should be approaching
the Graviton soon.
What's our, uh...
what's our time?
30 minutes to intercept.
Salvo-9, this is Origen Dish.
Confirm you're receiving?
Origen Dish, Salvo-9.
What's the latest?
We're tracking the Graviton
now.
Comms still intermittent.
Lockdown confirmed.
Ask if they're getting
any life scan telemetry.
Vitals, anything.
-The doc asks if...
-Yeah, we heard. We know.
Anything come through, Paul?
Mm-mm.
Yeah, nothing.
It's, uh...
Here's what we know.
The Graviton took
a solar particle hit,
and since then its internal
power has been cycling.
Something is showing way
more energy than it should be.
-From the drive?
-Propulsion or containment?
It's unclear.
Whatever it is, it isn't
a standard system load.
Sir, are we talking instability?
Combustion?
Decomposition risk?
I don't know.
But...
We're seeing a plus
or minus 5 amp variance,
well within the hull
and reactor tolerances.
And we're airlocked
on the handshake.
There shouldn't be a problem.
And if we find casualties?
Well...
Do the best you can.
You know... We'll make
the hard choices on site.
We'll maintain
a passive approach.
No active ping until docking.
Okay. I need to know if
there's any mass variances,
trajectory changes, anything.
Copy that.
We'll keep feeding
you live updates
as long as the dish holds lock.
Appreciate it.
Salvo-9 standing by.
We're not going
to find any bodies.
Makes your job that
much easier, huh, Doc?
I don't want my
job to be that easy.
30 minutes.
Relative velocity matched.
Aligning docking collar.
Contact in five... four...
three...
two... one...
Soft capture confirmed.
That smooth handshake.
Initiating hard seal.
Seal holding.
All right.
Weapons live.
Stay tight.
Pressure matched.
Airlock stable.
Computer...
Open the airlock door.
That's reassuring.
Manual override.
Seriously?
A billion dollar spaceship
has a crank for a failsafe.
Analog, baby.
No better backup.
On me.
After you.
Doc!
Doc?
Uh... Come on!
Come on. Close!
Doc, you there?
You're... You're alive?
I'm back in the Salvo-9.
Where are you?
I... I don't know.
Some kind of hangar. I'm...
I'm in an escape pod.
Good. Okay.
That's good.
Is Max...
I think most of the people
on this ship are dead.
Oh, God, Snider!
I gotta see my daughter again.
You will. You hear me?
You will.
Okay, now this is
what we're gonna do.
You said you're in a pod?
Uh, yeah.
Okay. I think I can
remote launch it.
What? No!
-I don't know how to...
-You don't have to!
I'm gonna send you home.
I'll follow right behind you
once I know you're safe.
What was the score of
the game when you left?
Uh...
19 to 1.
That's a football score.
Who got the 1?
The other team made a mistake.
Buckle up.
Snider...
Thank you.
Doc?
Doc, do you copy?
Sorrento to Salvo-9, come in?
Oh, not now.
Sorrento to Salvo-9, come in.
Go for Snider.
Snider, why am I
getting an alert that
you're trying to taxi
the ship already?
Is the payload secure?
Snider...
Why are you bringing
the ship offline?
Max is dead.
And Doc is... gone.
There are hostile alien
lifeforms all over the Graviton.
Okay, um...
Is the payload secure?
Excuse me?
The quasicrystal, Snider.
The reason you
were deployed...
I was deployed to
assess damage and risk.
You are there because
I pay you to be there.
The mission was very clear.
Retrieve the quasicrystal.
This device allows me
to override the Graviton
and bring
control here to me.
I need you to install it.
If I go back in there,
I'm dog meat. We need backup.
I don't disagree.
But... right now...
You are the backup.
No deal.
Snider...
I, um...
I think you forgot that I have
control of the Salvo-9 remotely.
You're not going anywhere.
I could...
blow it up if I wanted to.
Ten million.
Sorry, say that again?
A barrel.
With a five million dollar
bonus transferred immediately.
Doc's daughter, not to me.
Done.
Check your NeuroAccess link.
Confirmed.
Good.
What?
Never meet your heroes, right?
Kid, hey, kid, kid, hey!
Do you have any idea
of the stakes here?
The future is at stake.
The future of space travel.
The future of technology.
The future of life
on Earth and beyond.
Do... you understand what kind
of a burden that is for me?
Who lives?
Who dies?
Who gets rich?
Who gets nothing?
I don't need your judgment.
Mr. Cook, why don't
you step outside?
Mr. Wilson.
Look at him!
Look at him just staring away!
Like it's my fault.
It's my fault some
aliens attacked my ship.
Unbelievable.
Unbelievable.
What if they're alive?
Oh, come on.
Hold on, Wilson.
Who? Who's alive?
The astronauts.
You're a trillionaire.
Isn't that enough?
How much money do you need?
No one else is
traveling to space
except for you and your
trillionaire friends.
And all of the exploited
people you hired.
-Paul...
-No, screw this.
Lives are at stake here.
People need to
know what's going on.
They need to know that you
don't
give a damn about
your employees.
Wilson, please,
will you take the
soon-to-be Dr. Cook
to the janitor's closet?
Paul... Paul, Paul, Paul.
Hey, hey, hey.
Mr. Wilson here
could break an arm.
Or a leg.
Or...
Or...
Paul, I don't want
to have to do that.
The closet's good.
Oh, and... You're right.
If there is life, Snider will
know what to do.
Go.
All right.
Keep an eye on him.
Come on.
Let's move.
I can call Dr. Gandell,
the one who retired.
-I'm fine.
-I'm sure he's available.
I'm fine.
Fine.
I don't need some old,
retired academic
telling me
what I already know.
General, we need you
at the Space Center.
Sir, telemetry just
flagged an inbound object
with a
non-ballistic trajectory.
Sounds like space junk.
Uh, call Todd at DAS.
That's his department.
General, it's not space junk.
We thought that at first.
But the signature is Origen.
That figures.
Tell him I had a conversation
with Sorrento.
He's aware of the cutoff.
There's more.
We believe that the object
is an emergency pod
that left the Graviton.
It's a single-occupant craft.
We just detected 15
new life forms, General.
I assume you ruled out mice?
There's life on the craft,
but we don't think it's human.
Where's it headed?
Impact zone is somewhere
in the Los Angeles area.
Time of impact?
At its current speed,
45 minutes, 10 seconds.
And you're just
telling me this now?
Take me back to base.
I'll brief the
President en route.
Find me Sorrento.
And instead of the base,
we're going on a detour.
I guess everything they say
about Sorrento is true, huh?
Hey, how long have you
been working for him?
I mean, I couldn't even
do it for more than an hour.
Okay.
Well, you've made your point.
You need to move.
I need to leave.
No.
You can't keep me here.
I have rights.
Look, Sorrento can
threaten me all he wants,
and I can sue him back
to being a billionaire.
You think you can
win against him?
Now, you can leave
when Mr. Sorrento
tells me you can leave.
There's a phone
right over there.
Can I call my
girlfriend at least?
Let her know
I'll be staying late?
Can I at least go
to the bathroom?
Will you let me do that?
Do you really want me
to go in the closet?
Because that is not going
to be pleasant for anyone.
Nah.
Fine.
I guess I'll stay in here then.
We found Sorrento.
How?
Some kid from
the Origen Dish said
that he's being held
hostage by Sorrento.
Origen Dish?
And we believe him?
Everything checks out.
Should I get Sorrento
on the phone?
No. No.
I'll pay him a visit in person.
I'm going to shut
this down for good.
Mobilize Echo to intercept the landing.
I want eyes on this thing
the moment it makes an impact.
Ah! Found you!
General, Echo Team is coming
through from the impact site.
It's Commander Draven.
Put it on speaker.
Draven, this is Kruger.
Sir, confirming impact.
Origen mining escape pod.
Class 170.
Likely from the Graviton.
Is anyone alive?
Negative so far.
Hull's been compromised
from re-entry.
A lot of impact burns.
Windows are dark.
No movement.
Okay. Lock the site
down for extraction.
Keep quarantine
procedures in effect.
I'll call back with further.
Lester.
We have company.
Great.
Wilson, you do not want to draw
down on a four-star general.
General, I didn't see you.
Where is Paul Cook?
In here, sir.
Why were you in there?
That's a long story, sir.
General.
Paul Cook.
It's an honor to meet you, sir.
Edward, take him.
Full protection. Debrief.
-Get him to medical.
-Yes, General.
Mr. Cook is needed here.
He'll be fine.
I understand mercenary, son.
But sooner or later,
you have to figure out
you're on the losing side.
Bring me Lester.
Yes, sir.
What's this?
The Prometheus override.
And who authorized it.
General Kruger.
I did not expect
to see you in person.
One of your escape pods just
landed right outside Hemet.
Luckily, it was compromised, so
nothing seems to have survived.
Yeah. It's true.
The Graviton flew
through a solar event
and messed up
all the internals
which triggered the
launch of one of the pods.
But that's why I'm here.
To direct it away
from populated areas.
Yeah.
It almost hit Los Angeles.
But it didn't thanks to me.
And you are welcome.
And the fact that
we found non-human organic life
would be a surprise to you?
Dead, thank God.
Uh... yeah.
Shocking, actually.
It's fascinating, though.
I have so many questions.
The Graviton is a
registered mining craft.
Last I looked,
you weren't authorized
to excavate any planets.
Um... Paperwork.
I got caught up in paperwork.
I just found out
last week myself.
But I have my team of
lawyers fixing this.
Initially, as
a matter of fact,
that's what I thought we
were talking about today.
You illegally mined a planet.
Endangered your crew,
and potentially introduced
alien life to Earth.
There's aliens on the Graviton.
If they land, Earth will
be overrun within a day.
I'm sorry. We're gonna blow
up the Graviton.
Uh... Teddy. Teddy.
Well, um... I didn't
want to bring this up.
Be really careful what
you're about to say.
Your daughter.
What about Katie?
Katie.
Yes, Katie.
Katie, about eight months ago,
started to work for me.
-Why wasn't I--
-I know.
She's a very proud
woman, General.
She didn't want anybody to know
who her very famous father is.
She thought it might
compromise her authority.
So, you know that she
even changed her name.
I wanted to tell you, I did.
But in condition of her
taking the Commander's chair
on the Graviton,
I just had to...
You know, I respected it.
Okay.
We won't blow the ship up.
We're still taking
control of the ship.
And this operation is over.
No, no, no, no, no.
It's not over.
The priority
right now is bringing
the Graviton back to Earth.
And you need my help to do that.
Because you know I can do that.
But not without
your full support.
When was the last time you
had contact with the Graviton?
Uh...
Ten minutes ago.
You spoke to my
daughter ten minutes ago?
No, no, no, no.
Solar interference
knocked out direct
communications.
So I sent a search and rescue
mission to find them.
And?
And they just arrived.
It's a little bit of
interference, though,
which is why
I'm here at the dish.
Lester, where
was that ship coming from?
Planet Eris.
Eris?
Lester, you knew when
we discovered that planet
that it was hostile.
Yes, but it's also where
the quasicrystal is, General.
It's the most important
thing...
General.
Draven, it's from Eris.
Splitters.
You sure?
What's the protocol?
We have to destroy the ship.
We have to destroy
the lead alien.
We have to
destroy all the aliens
before that ship gets to Earth.
Copy.
Wait, wait, wait.
What are you doing?
This facility is under
military lockdown.
General, I am not the enemy.
I'm here to help you guys.
Then help me.
What's the status
of the Graviton?
Okay.
Okay.
Graviton is in
Prometheus lockdown.
Meaning?
Meaning control of the craft
is transferred to us here.
At the Dish?
But solar interference has
compromised that control.
They're flying blind
with Splitters on board.
Splitters?
Echo team encountered
them a few years ago.
They split or multiply
to overwhelm their targets.
But they're a hive mind
species.
One alien goes
on a ship, splits.
That first alien,
the Queen,
once we kill the first one
they propagated from,
none of the other
aliens can split.
We kill that first one, we
essentially kill all of them.
Interesting.
You think your search
and rescue can help?
Amy?
No contact from Salvo-9.
Anything?
Negative, no signs of life.
Arrives in three, red zone
is clear and under quarantine.
Anything moves,
we'll take care of it.
The mission has changed.
Did you know that Katie
was working for Origen?
Not until you just told me, sir.
We haven't kept in
contact since we split. Why?
She's the captain
of the Graviton.
Why was she on Eris?
Sir, that place is infested.
I'll debrief you on
your way to Edwards.
I need to send you and your
team to the Graviton now.
Yes, sir.
Stop the Splitters.
Find the Queen if you can.
Sir, they're fast, lethal.
Not hard to kill,
but hard to stop.
But if the Queen dies,
they die.
We'll take care of it.
Okay.
Call when you're on your way.
Copy. Let's move.
What the...
Three minutes 'til dock.
You okay?
Don't worry, boss.
We'll save your ex.
Even if she did dump your ass.
Careful, Zav.
Just joking.
It's the woman he loves,
and she's trapped up
there with Splitters.
Read the room.
It's fine.
Katie can handle herself.
I don't know anybody
who can survive Splitters.
It's not impossible.
As long as they can
barricade themselves.
It just means if we
find anyone alive
on the ship,
we gotta get them off.
And then?
Then we blow up the ship.
We have a ping.
The Graviton is in sight.
There she is.
Easy now.
Coming in, boys.
Dock confirmed.
Structural lock holding.
Pressure seal is nominal.
Power umbilical engaged.
Beginning equalization.
Standby.
Atmosphere is matched.
No pressure differential.
All right.
Zav, breach in systems.
Vasquez, reach security.
Eyes up.
No assumptions.
Copy.
Breaching systems.
Security, copy.
Remember, we move controlled.
We don't rush.
Anything moves without
clearance, you put it down.
Understood?
-Understood.
-Copy that.
On you, Zav.
Vasquez, point.
Contact!
Status?
Green.
Ammo nominal.
Ugly bastards.
Not as ugly as you, Vasquez.
Focus.
Hold.
Cover.
Vasquez, point.
Hold. Cover.
Zav, I need a bypass.
Zav, status.
I'm trying.
But there's multiple
layers of code.
Shit.
Hurry up, Zav.
I'm trying, I'm trying.
Got it!
Go! Move!
Draven!
Katie.
You injured?
What's your crew status?
Unknown.
Lockdown sealed
all the compartments.
If there's any crew still
alive, they could be trapped.
There's no confirmed life
signs outside of this room.
But without a mainframe...
Those aliens breached the vents.
Splitters.
That's what they're called.
You guys from Origen?
-Space Force.
-Space Force.
This is Dyson, Chief Engineer.
Jennings, Head Navigator.
I'm Draven.
Zav. That's Vasquez.
We're Echo Team.
Wait, Draven?
Like that, Draven?
Solar damage
knocked out the comms
and Prometheus
locked down everything.
So we're in a
low decaying orbit.
If we stay manual,
we'll hit the atmosphere.
We're trying to
get back online so
we can steer it
away from the entry.
Who's taking control
of the ship right now?
Who do you think?
Why? You know he's trying
to save you, right?
He's trying to
save his payload.
There's a difference.
He couldn't give a
rat's ass about us.
If this ship lands
on Earth, these...
Splitters.
Will reproduce at
an unfathomable rate.
Entire populations will
be knocked out in days.
We're lucky if
Earth lasts a week.
Your last cargo haul.
Is that where the
Splitters came from?
I'm not sure.
But that's the best bet.
Plus, there's been a high yield
energy spike in the cargo bay.
How so?
It just started spiking
the day of the incident.
We thought it was the
quasicrystal from Eris.
But the indicators flagged
a large, organic mass.
And it's increasing.
That's not a nest.
-You think it's a breeder?
-Nope.
That's a Queen.
What do you mean, a Queen?
What I mean is
that it doesn't matter
if we land the ship
on Earth or not.
What matters is
if we kill that Queen.
It does matter.
That pod landed about
50 miles outside Los Angeles.
Yeah, we thought there
were Splitters on board.
But all the ones
we found were dead.
Are you absolutely sure?
No. But they take orders
from the Queen.
And they'll do
anything to protect her.
But...
If the Queen dies, the Splitters
no longer split.
They have a hive-like mindset.
So then we find the Queen,
we kill her, and we
kill the Splitters.
Can you keep us out of reentry?
I can maintain altitude
for a short period of time,
but I can't regain
guidance control.
Not with Prometheus hard-locked.
Can you break Prometheus?
I mean, if we could
stop the lockdown,
we can
get you out of here.
We can see if the other
crew members are still alive.
Not from here.
Engineering has
the interlock node.
We hit the reentry
point in 30 minutes.
Katie, can you draw
me a map to cargo?
No.
If you're going, I'm going.
Vasquez, Dyson, Engineering.
Zav, you're with me.
Captain Vega, you're with me.
Move.
15 minutes, okay?
If we can't regain control,
we fall back to the Juggernaut.
-No hero moves.
-Copy.
Engineering's that way.
On me.
Zav, at my six.
Thank you.
Holy shit!
Contact!
-On the wall!
-Zav!
-On your right!
-Left side, left side!
Clear, clear!
Status!
So much for stealth mode.
Move!
Dyson.
Dyson!
Dyson!
I'm here. I'm here.
Still breathing.
How much longer?
Just keep shooting.
And don't miss.
Roger that.
Dr. De Sota.
Medic.
Best dad jokes on the ship.
- Hey.
- Hello?
Is somebody there?
Can you hear me?
Hello?
Adams?
Vasquez, medic office.
Tell Dyson to
prioritize this door.
You got that?
Yeah, I heard.
I'm almost there.
Done.
Door's opening.
What is that--
Thank you.
You okay?
Who are you?
Come on.
Come on.
You're okay.
-We good?
-Copy.
What's the status on
the rest of the doors?
Doors are live in
controlled zones.
You hear that, Draven?
You can get to the cargo bay.
-Roger.
-We have ten minutes.
Take Adams and Jennings from
the bridge to the Juggernaut.
I'm not leaving.
-Let us do our job.
-And let me do mine.
Fine.
Zav.
Take Adams and
Jennings to the ship.
Meet us at cargo.
-Okay.
-Come on.
Zav.
If we don't make it, you lift.
No hesitation.
Understood?
Cargo.
This is where we
loaded the minerals.
They broke in.
Power draw was the highest here.
Someone's inside.
On me.
Don't shoot.
It's me. Snider.
Salvo-9.
Salvo-9?
That's Origen.
Search and rescue.
More search than rescue.
You okay?
We need to move.
We need to move now.
The Queen, we have to find her.
Or the aliens
will destroy Earth.
I know, but this
isn't their nest.
Why is the power so high?
Because this is where they fed.
Move! Grab Snider!
Move now!
Vasquez, close the cargo doors!
Ah! She's not here!
Which means, Planet Eris
may still have the Queen.
Nothing left to
bring us back online.
We still have a few minutes.
Let's make our way
back to the bridge.
Look, the good news is that
we still have local access.
Stores, computers, et cetera.
What good would
that do if we can
steer that away
from the reentry pole?
We need to leave
in the Juggernaut.
So partial authority.
Enough to move people, but
not enough to save the ship.
Look, if we don't get boost
to perigee in 12 minutes...
We enter the atmosphere.
What?
-Juggernaut.
-Docking quarter.
Two docks forward.
Sir, Snider succeeded.
The override device
has been successfully
installed to the
Graviton's mainframe.
Ah. Nice.
What does that mean?
It means we can
lock into the ship...
and take full control from here.
Don't worry, General.
No, the locks!
We're gonna be stuck in here.
-Code rejected.
-It's not possible.
We fixed that already.
Maybe when we shot up the place?
No, no. That's external.
This is internal.
You fix it on one computer,
you fix it everywhere.
No, no. Damn it!
It's flipped.
We're back in manual override.
Contact left!
-It's overriding us!
-I'm still turning!
It doesn't matter!
Prometheus already killed
the physical loop.
We're done here!
We're done!
Fall back! Fall back!
Move! Move! Move!
Move!
Get on the bridge!
We gotta move! We gotta move!
Hold.
Clear!
Jennings!
God, we're never going
to get out of this ship!
You all right, Vasquez?
You're not looking so hot!
We have one
minute until re-entry!
Where's Snider?
30 seconds to mesosphere entry!
Katie, when we get back--
Status check!
Jennings, time to land?
26 minutes until ground contact!
-We still can't steer?
-Negative!
External control only.
Sorrento!
Snider! He must have got
Sorrento access to the ship!
Damn it!
If we land, we unleash
all the Splitters!
The hell with them!
We seed the planet!
We didn't defeat the Queen,
the Splitters will
take over Earth!
That's just it then.
We got one more play.
We scuttle the ship!
We tried to blow it from the
outside, now from the inside.
Only we're in it!
We're dead either way.
Not necessarily.
Do we have access
to the Juggernaut?
I cracked the lockdown.
We should have
access to the Juggernaut.
If we have access,
I can fly it.
I don't need Origen permission.
I just need power and timing.
What if we don't make it to
the Juggernaut in 15 minutes?
When I press this button,
Draven, Zav, and I
will go find Snider.
The rest of you,
get to the Juggernaut!
I can make it with you.
I can do it.
No, you can't!
You can barely stand.
You get to the Juggernaut.
The Splitters are everywhere.
That's an order!
Not back in 10 minutes...
You leave us!
Understood?
You've all done your jobs
better than anybody could have
asked.
Ready?
Let's move!
Move, move, move,
move, move, move!
General.
-What just happened?
-Checking.
We've just received word
there is a massive alien
invasion currently occurring
across Los Angeles County.
Oh, no!
Multiple emergency response
units are overwhelmed and
communications are becoming
increasingly fragmented.
Mom?
-Go through!
-Zav, on me!
Go, go, go!
Sir, the Graviton has initiated
the self-destruct protocol.
All right.
Son... of...
a bitch!
Lock them out of all controls.
Override all safety measures.
Terminate self-destruct.
Bring that ship to full speed.
I want my payload,
and I want it now!
On it, sir.
Contact!
Clear, clear!
Stairs!
14 minutes.
Snider!
None of you should be down here.
We're leaving the Graviton.
How? Why?
Why? We're going to blow
up this damn ship.
No! You can't.
We'll explain on the way
to the Juggernaut. Let's go.
I'll give you half.
Half of what?
I made a deal with Sorrento.
For every container filled with
quasicrystal, I get ten million.
You get half.
Even if the ship makes it to
Earth, none of that matters.
Sorrento will
exterminate the Splitters.
He's done it before.
Even if that were true,
on Earth, that's impossible.
Take half. Please.
Let's go.
Let's move, Snider!
Okay.
No, Snider!
You should've taken the money!
No, no.
No, no, Draven.
No, no.
Stay with me.
Stay with me.
Get to the ship.
Get to the ship.
I'm not leaving you.
Shadow. Shadow.
The Queen is on the ship.
I need to move you, okay?
I can't. I can't.
I'm not leaving you.
Not again. Not ever.
Let's go. Let's go!
Draven!
Where's Zavala?
Come on.
Let's go.
Sit him down over here.
Come on, sit down.
Snider ambushed us.
Zavala didn't make it.
Fragmenting round.
Lung contusion. Slow bleed.
He's stable for now,
but that's all I can promise.
Okay.
You're bleeding.
Through and through.
Missed anything vital.
You'll live if we
get you planetside.
Folks, ten minutes.
Patch me up on Earth, Doc.
We need to go.
I'm trying.
I don't have control anymore.
Bay doors won't open.
They locked us out.
Captain, self-destruct
has stopped.
No, no, that's not possible.
None of this should be possible!
Sorrento.
He took the ship back.
We can't let the ship land.
The Queen. The Queen!
The Queen's still on board.
You kill the Queen,
you kill all Splitters.
But without self-destruct...
We blow it up manually.
You would have to take out
the core to take the ship down.
The reactor.
We blow that up...
Everything goes.
That's where the Queen is.
We have ion accelerator bars.
Emergency power cells?
How many do you have?
Three.
I take one to blow
the bay doors.
I take two to
overload the reactor.
You're not going.
I have to.
Besides, internal bleeding.
I'm not making it back in.
Is that true?
You know he never
stopped loving you, right?
Good luck.
Wait.
This is an adrenaline shot.
Just in case.
Thanks.
Dyson, Jennings,
let's blow a door.
-Do you think they--
-Stay focused.
These doors aren't
just blast rated.
They're reinforced for vacuum
share and high velocity docking.
We're not blowing
through them clean.
I thought one
ion bar would do it.
We need to rethink this.
It won't work, Captain.
This is bullshit. We can't
even blow the doors off.
We destroy
the locking collars.
Okay. And it should free up
some structural restraint.
-Pressure does the rest.
-Exactly.
Control wall.
We'll set it there.
-Give me ten seconds.
-You've got eight.
Splitters.
Keep working.
Got it.
Let's blow the locks off now.
These doors weren't
meant to be forced.
-Jennings, time!
-I need six seconds!
-They're coming, guys!
-Well, hold them back!
-We're good! -Let's go, let's
go, let's go!
Everybody, strap in!
Do it now!
Arming manual detonation.
Three, two, one!
Shit!
Sir, we lost power
in the Graviton.
Sector three alpha.
-Where?
-Dock Bay.
Re-entry stress or internal?
-I... I don't...
-Okay, move on.
High energy blast
or direct blast?
Are they trying to escape?
They're trying
to destroy my cargo.
-My crystal!
-It makes no sense.
We can bring them down safely.
Guidance is...
It's irrelevant,
it's irrelevant.
They know it.
They know where they can...
Okay, you can leave.
Please. You can leave.
You can leave.
Wilson, get her out of here.
Really?
Both of you.
Get the hell out of here!
Go!
Get the chopper ready.
No, no, no.
You're not winning this time.
You're not gonna win.
The doors are still attached!
We need to go!
Fire those engines!
I can't!
I don't know this ship!
I got it!
Jennings, move!
Let's go home.
Good job, Vasquez.
How are you doing?
Doing pretty good.
Everyone?
Okay.
Thankful.
Let's go home.
Yes!
Oh, oh!
Shit.
You two chose the planet
and our safety
over everything else.
No hesitation,
just pure sacrifice.
If there's a better definition
it.partnership, I don't know
And I couldn't be more proud.
-Do you?
-I do.
I do.
Okay, you may...
Navigation,
confirm approach window.
Reentry corridor locked.
Time to interface
10 minutes, 12 seconds.
All vectors normal.
Engineering?
Primary reactor is steady.
Shield integrity is at 100%.
Thermal margins
are within tolerance.
I'm picking up a little
bit of enhanced solar activity,
but shouldn't
interfere with reentry.
Jennings, adjust
around the flares.
Setting updated parameters.
Course deviation
less than 0.2 degrees.
Auto correction engaged.
Good.
Begin final approach checklist.
Gyros aligned.
Internal dampener is green.
Atmospheric sensors calibrated.
Big plans for your anniversary?
Ha!
Ten years,
that's not nothing.
What's your secret, Jennings?
I could use the advice.
It's no secret.
I mean, I love my wife.
And that's why I took this job.
You know, the hazard pay.
Me and Alice are
saving for a house.
So romantic.
What is 10 years anyway?
Is that silver? Gold?
It's tin.
So a roll of aluminum foil.
I think she would murder you
if you showed up with that.
You know, it's too bad
that we can't snag
a bit of this quasicrystal
we're hauling.
Then she would really
murder you if you got arrested,
or worse, on site
once you got to Earth.
True.
That's true.
But I am the last person to tell
anyone how to run
their relationship.
My ex-fianc Draven.
This story again?
Hey, what's the ETA to Earth?
All right.
Storytime is over.
Everyone focus.
Yes, Captain.
All stations, we're
entering descent interface.
Expect turbulence
during reentry.
Lock in. No movement until
we're through.
Reentry window
opens in one minute.
Copy navigation.
Hold corridor.
Engineering, monitor
structural stress.
Call out anything that spikes.
Captain, can we get a
check on my retirement?
Make sure that's still secure.
Please? We had to move fast
to meet this deadline.
Just wanted to make sure.
Cargo bay, Cayce.
Confirm you're secured.
Locking the bay down now.
I'll strap in as soon
as I verify containment.
You have less than one minute.
64 seconds, actually.
Cargo lock securing.
Hard seal engaged.
Computer, terminate music.
Warning.
Radiation spike detected.
High energy particle
surge coming off the star.
It's a solar flare.
We're in the stream.
We're about to get
hit from all sides.
All hands, solar
turbulence incoming.
Sit down and strap in.
Radiation shields at 30%.
Radiation shields
maximum output.
Reroute all
non-essential power.
Shields are up.
Power transfer in progress.
All hands, brace for impact.
This is not a drill.
Captain, the shields
are saturating.
We're losing margin.
Jennings, full system
diagnostics. Verify trajectory.
Running now.
-Dyson, comm status.
-Comms are down, Captain.
Some readings
aren't reconciling yet.
Bypass the main antenna.
Give me telemetry and voice
channel and nothing else.
All sections,
this is the Captain.
Report damage
status immediately.
Standing by to re-route.
Reactor stable.
Central power at 85%.
Life support, HVAC, and
emergency backups are green.
Trajectory deviation
minus 12 degrees.
Auto correction is engaging.
Okay, okay.
Pressure, not fracture.
Elevated heart rate detected.
Alerting Captain Vega.
Cayce, report.
I think the flare
has malfunctioned the--
I couldn't understand that.
Repeat.
I wasn't strapped into my seat.
Are you injured?
Lower extremities pinned.
Mobility... Compromised.
Fracture is unknown.
Okay. Hang on.
I'm sending medical.
Crap.
Computer, scan M-009
for organic life.
Report on headset.
Scanning.
Computer?
Organic life detected.
Computer, open the
channel to Captain Vega.
Priority.
Computer.
Dyson, get Origen on the line.
Status of the array?
Trying to uplink the array,
but it's not responding.
Reroute auxiliary power
sources in the mainframe.
Hopefully it gives us a boost.
Do it. Strip to telemetry
and voice only.
Jennings, damage report?
All sections are
reporting green, Captain,
except for cargo.
Cayce never misses protocol.
Check with medical.
Audio is down ship-wide.
I can't raise them.
Solar flare scrambled
the internal bus.
Give it five minutes, I'll
try and punch a hole through.
Captain, the re-entry window
has recalculated.
We have 7 minutes
and 42 seconds.
We have to commit or abort.
Copy.
Begin preliminary sequence.
I want us ready.
I'm going cargo.
Dyson, you're with me.
-Yes, Captain.
-Yes, Captain.
Computer, status?
Officer Cayce, respond?
Cayce.
Cayce?
Run!
Open the bridge!
Open the bridge!
I got the computer to work.
Captain, what happened?
-Alien.
-What?
Lock down the ship.
Internal doors, bulkheads,
pressure zones,
full containment now.
We cannot let these
aliens get back to Earth.
Initiating internal lockdown.
Get Origen on the line.
Priority override.
If the array won't carry it,
route to any surviving channels.
You said the computers working?
Yes, Captain.
Computer, initiate
emergency protocol.
Prep Prometheus. Do not execute
without my authorization.
Emergency protocols queued.
It followed us!
Dyson, sit down, focus.
Computer, switch to all access.
All stations,
this is the Captain.
We have a hostile
lifeform on board.
Please remain at your stations.
Do not move unless instructed.
Captain?
Stay focused on the
emergency protocols.
Yes, Captain.
Execute Prometheus.
No, what about the cargo?
Prometheus requires
a Captain-level code.
Alpha Victor India Lima Alpha.
Code confirmed.
Emergency lockdown initiated.
Prometheus protocol active.
All right.
Now we keep the crew alive
until reinforcements come.
What is it, Captain?
I don't hear anything.
Captain, take a look at this.
Put it on the main.
That alien just duplicated.
Captain, how bad is this?
Did you find Cayce?
No.
We cannot let this get to Earth.
If it keeps duplicating,
it will take over Earth
in a week or sooner.
No, no.
That's not an option.
It's the only option
if containment fails.
How are we supposed
to contain that?
It splits and reorganizes.
Listen to me.
We signal Origen.
They send a rescue vehicle.
We hold position.
They're going to take over
this ship before we get help.
Jennings is right.
We should try to
kill the aliens now.
What?
I've never met our benefactor.
He could be the nicest
trillionaire in the galaxy,
but we are up
here mining his minerals.
If he sends a ship, it's coming
to save the cargo, not us.
And how do you suppose
we kill this alien? Hmm?
We radio out, send for backup.
Again, I don't think anyone
is going to arrive in time.
Main comms are still offline.
Origen channels are dead.
We're just tumbling
before reentry.
Then we scatter
the distress call.
Broad spectrum.
Someone will hear it.
Everyone on this ship is
my responsibility.
So we get backup and
get a rescue vehicle up here.
Figure out the rest later.
We do not fight back
unless we have to.
We cannot risk making
more of these aliens.
All right, we should be good.
I can get it through
one of the open channels.
Wait a minute.
No. Prometheus?
Oh.
Number?
Hold on.
Hello? Hello?
Number.
Dr. Reimer is really in
charge here and I don't...
Wait, no number.
Prometheus!
Hold, please.
We just can't
continue the bleeding.
You can't give me a moment
of privacy, can you?
I told you.
Congress will blink.
Not this time.
Not after your last stunt.
General, this is
not about funding.
This is not about votes.
This is not even about Congress.
This is about scaling.
Civilizations don't
grow by committee. Okay?
I need you to convince
Congress to...
You know what?
I'll just call the
president on my own.
She owes me a favor.
You spent that leverage.
They're not renewing
your contract.
Sir, you have a call
from DeepSat Station 3.
-Amy--
-Sir, it's Prometheus.
General, I...
I gotta take this call.
We're not done here, Lester.
Yes, we are.
Goodbye, Lester.
We'll be in touch.
Um, hello, sir.
My name is Paul Cook
from Station 3 DeepSat.
I'm calling about the Graviton.
Uh, where's Reimer?
Dr. Reimer is sick today.
Okay, and Gandell? Alex?
He's retired, sir.
Um, two weeks ago.
Oh. Uh, okay.
Well, it's just...
Me and you.
Uh, yes, Mr. Sorrento.
I'm sorry.
Who am I talking to again?
Well, I'm actually
not a doctor just yet,
but I will be getting
my doctorate next year.
Ah. Okay.
Well, uh, Dr. Paul Cook.
What do you know
about Prometheus?
Prometheus is a
corporate override, sir.
Right.
And did you override it?
I didn't know I had
that authority, sir.
Of course you do.
Paul, son, if they're in
danger, then we have to help.
What, are you gonna just stand
on the sidelines and do nothing?
Look, your job is just as
important as mine, Paul.
Yes, sir. I'm sorry.
The message, Paul.
What did it say?
The transmission was degraded.
I have partial telemetry,
but no stable fix yet.
Amy, get search and rescue
prepped and ready to fly.
Yes, sir.
Paul, can you reestablish
communications?
I'll try.
If I reorient the dish and
correct for solar interference,
I can triangulate.
It'll take time.
Good. Great. Beautiful.
I'm gonna head over
there with my team
for assistance and help
you boost the signal.
You, Mr. Sorrento?
You're... you're
coming here in person?
Yes.
Of course I am, Paul.
Look, nothing is more important
than the safety of our crew.
Paul...
They need your help.
Can I rely on you, Paul Cook?
On me? Um...
Yes.
Yes, of course, sir.
Good, good, good, good.
It's just me and you, Paul.
And look, just so we're clear,
this goes nowhere.
Okay, Dr. Paul?
No calling friends.
Don't order lunch.
No social media.
Do you understand?
The safety of our crew
is what's the priority here.
I'm, um, not allowed to have
my phone here on shift, sir.
Good man. Good man.
I'll see you soon.
I just forwarded all the info on
Paul Cook to your NeuroAccess.
Thank you, Amy.
Okay.
You expecting injuries?
If I wasn't, I'd still
be at a youth soccer field
pretending to care.
So that's going well.
I mean, the kid's fine.
Really trying, but man,
two left feet.
Luckily, she's a whiz
at math, so...
Morning.
-Morning, sir.
-Sir.
We pulled the
Graviton's last known position
before comms degraded.
Low Earth orbit
decaying slightly.
So this wasn't pilot error?
No.
Looks like a space storm.
The Graviton hit a solar flare
on its entry into low orbit.
Well, hopefully it's just that.
Unfortunately, it
hit it just right.
Anyway.
Mission control is
ready and waiting?
We'll be ready in 10.
-Eight.
-Good.
Manifest says 12 on board.
This ship can only hold eight.
It's fine.
We're not extracting anyone.
This isn't a search and rescue?
Oh, "and rescue" is
the key component.
Our priority is
crew stabilization
and damage assessment.
Right, which is why we'll send
a second ship if necessary.
Our job is to get eyes
on the Graviton
and secure the situation.
Secure it from what exactly?
Communications are
intermittent with the Graviton.
So we're flying blind?
No, you're flying prepared.
And the payload?
Quasi-crystal.
I assume I don't have to
explain to you guys that
that's what makes
inter-solar travel possible.
That crew has mined on an
alien planet far away from here.
And I want it... here... today.
Or...
a lot of people are
gonna lose their jobs.
Copy that, sir.
I want that hack box
installed on the mainframe
as soon as you board, okay?
I need remote access.
No delays.
-Of course.
-Yes, sir.
You got it.
Okay. Let's do this.
You heard the man.
Let's load up.
Amy?
Wilson and I have
loaded the chopper with
everything we need to
work from the satellite dish.
Ah, great.
So Wilson's ready?
Ready.
Waiting in the chopper.
Okay.
Let's go meet
this Dr. Paul Cook.
Apparently, he just
saved my company.
Hold on.
Life signs?
Human?
Cayce.
Medical bay.
Vitals are dropping.
You're gonna need a wingman.
Jennings, you stay here,
keep pushing the signal.
Maybe someone will hear us.
I'll disable lockdown.
No. You can't override
the lockdown.
It'll wake the computer
for voice commands.
That'll lead to more
aliens here in the hallways.
Manual override.
That's the only way
to get over the full lockdown
without alerting the computer.
Jennings.
What does it look
like out there?
It's too quiet.
Wait.
We need to move.
Go, Dyson, go, go, go!
That's a lot of aliens.
Bulkhead rating?
Ballista composite,
rated for degrees, strike
and rapid decompression.
It should hold them back.
Should?
Jennings, options.
A good one? I mean,
we're sharing
the orbital plane
with Station 7.
-Can we reach them?
-Direct comms, no.
But maybe we can
attempt a tight beam burst?
-Morse code.
-Yeah.
No one knows that anymore.
Morse code?
Captains know Morse code.
It's in our training manual.
But Captain, it's not going
to give us rescue clearance.
This is a private ship.
I know. Route it through
the Space Force.
No, they'll just bounce
it back to Origen unless...
Unless I have a
reason they won't.
That's right, your
dad is General Kruger.
Don't remind me.
I try not to call in favors,
but I'm making an exception
in this case considering
it's our lives.
Holy crap.
We need that call to go
through to the General.
We've got royalty.
I'm on a clandestine
drilling op with
questionable cargo and
confirmed hostile aliens.
There's no royalty here.
Rumor has it he's in
charge of an Echo team.
Is that true, Captain?
Yes. An alien containment
unit, but since
it's officially not
connected to the military,
he would never admit it.
Still, a bunch of badasses.
Okay, I'll piggyback
on the burst
with an emergency
element packet.
If anyone's listening,
this should alert them.
Let's hope we get
a hold of Echo teams.
Hi, can I help you?
Room is secure.
Thanks, Wilson.
Ah.
You must be Paul Cook.
Lester Sorrento.
Hello.
Yes, Mr. Sorrento.
Who is he?
Don't mind Wilson.
So, you're the one who
caught the Graviton's burst.
Yes, sir.
It wasn't a clean packet.
It degraded on arrival.
But the modulation
matched their drive signature,
and it carried
a Prometheus warning.
Is this your work station?
Yes, sir.
That's my station.
Have you, uh, triangulated
their position yet?
Within a margin, yes.
I was trying to isolate
their carrier frequency
when you arrived, but
something's odd about it.
They're in a decaying low Earth
orbit, slightly off nominal.
Mainframe access confirmed.
We're riding the
dish directly now.
That bypasses the
Origen relay stack.
You caught me, Paul.
Ah.
I'm hijacking my own dish.
Why?
Mission control
filters everything.
I need raw data.
I need it now.
I have almost a
dozen hardworking
astronauts trapped up there.
So every piece of information
is critical, okay, Paul?
The Graviton's beacon
is intermittently dropping.
But not randomly.
It looks like interference
or suppression.
From the ship?
No. At least I don't think so.
The signal loss coincides
with internal power cycling.
Something on board
is drawing a lot of energy.
I need live tracking
on the Graviton.
And the cargo.
Trajectory, mass variance,
everything.
I can do that.
Can you...
Mm-mm.
It'll take me a minute
to sync your hardware
with the dish calibration, but,
yes, I can get
you a continuous look.
Good. Good, Paul.
Paul, you, um...
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul.
Paul, what you're seeing here,
doesn't go in
the reports, okay?
It doesn't go to social.
It just stays right here.
Me and you.
Between us.
I don't really do social.
Hmm.
Lester, Salvo-9 team is online.
Ah, great.
They should be approaching
the Graviton soon.
What's our, uh...
what's our time?
30 minutes to intercept.
Salvo-9, this is Origen Dish.
Confirm you're receiving?
Origen Dish, Salvo-9.
What's the latest?
We're tracking the Graviton
now.
Comms still intermittent.
Lockdown confirmed.
Ask if they're getting
any life scan telemetry.
Vitals, anything.
-The doc asks if...
-Yeah, we heard. We know.
Anything come through, Paul?
Mm-mm.
Yeah, nothing.
It's, uh...
Here's what we know.
The Graviton took
a solar particle hit,
and since then its internal
power has been cycling.
Something is showing way
more energy than it should be.
-From the drive?
-Propulsion or containment?
It's unclear.
Whatever it is, it isn't
a standard system load.
Sir, are we talking instability?
Combustion?
Decomposition risk?
I don't know.
But...
We're seeing a plus
or minus 5 amp variance,
well within the hull
and reactor tolerances.
And we're airlocked
on the handshake.
There shouldn't be a problem.
And if we find casualties?
Well...
Do the best you can.
You know... We'll make
the hard choices on site.
We'll maintain
a passive approach.
No active ping until docking.
Okay. I need to know if
there's any mass variances,
trajectory changes, anything.
Copy that.
We'll keep feeding
you live updates
as long as the dish holds lock.
Appreciate it.
Salvo-9 standing by.
We're not going
to find any bodies.
Makes your job that
much easier, huh, Doc?
I don't want my
job to be that easy.
30 minutes.
Relative velocity matched.
Aligning docking collar.
Contact in five... four...
three...
two... one...
Soft capture confirmed.
That smooth handshake.
Initiating hard seal.
Seal holding.
All right.
Weapons live.
Stay tight.
Pressure matched.
Airlock stable.
Computer...
Open the airlock door.
That's reassuring.
Manual override.
Seriously?
A billion dollar spaceship
has a crank for a failsafe.
Analog, baby.
No better backup.
On me.
After you.
Doc!
Doc?
Uh... Come on!
Come on. Close!
Doc, you there?
You're... You're alive?
I'm back in the Salvo-9.
Where are you?
I... I don't know.
Some kind of hangar. I'm...
I'm in an escape pod.
Good. Okay.
That's good.
Is Max...
I think most of the people
on this ship are dead.
Oh, God, Snider!
I gotta see my daughter again.
You will. You hear me?
You will.
Okay, now this is
what we're gonna do.
You said you're in a pod?
Uh, yeah.
Okay. I think I can
remote launch it.
What? No!
-I don't know how to...
-You don't have to!
I'm gonna send you home.
I'll follow right behind you
once I know you're safe.
What was the score of
the game when you left?
Uh...
19 to 1.
That's a football score.
Who got the 1?
The other team made a mistake.
Buckle up.
Snider...
Thank you.
Doc?
Doc, do you copy?
Sorrento to Salvo-9, come in?
Oh, not now.
Sorrento to Salvo-9, come in.
Go for Snider.
Snider, why am I
getting an alert that
you're trying to taxi
the ship already?
Is the payload secure?
Snider...
Why are you bringing
the ship offline?
Max is dead.
And Doc is... gone.
There are hostile alien
lifeforms all over the Graviton.
Okay, um...
Is the payload secure?
Excuse me?
The quasicrystal, Snider.
The reason you
were deployed...
I was deployed to
assess damage and risk.
You are there because
I pay you to be there.
The mission was very clear.
Retrieve the quasicrystal.
This device allows me
to override the Graviton
and bring
control here to me.
I need you to install it.
If I go back in there,
I'm dog meat. We need backup.
I don't disagree.
But... right now...
You are the backup.
No deal.
Snider...
I, um...
I think you forgot that I have
control of the Salvo-9 remotely.
You're not going anywhere.
I could...
blow it up if I wanted to.
Ten million.
Sorry, say that again?
A barrel.
With a five million dollar
bonus transferred immediately.
Doc's daughter, not to me.
Done.
Check your NeuroAccess link.
Confirmed.
Good.
What?
Never meet your heroes, right?
Kid, hey, kid, kid, hey!
Do you have any idea
of the stakes here?
The future is at stake.
The future of space travel.
The future of technology.
The future of life
on Earth and beyond.
Do... you understand what kind
of a burden that is for me?
Who lives?
Who dies?
Who gets rich?
Who gets nothing?
I don't need your judgment.
Mr. Cook, why don't
you step outside?
Mr. Wilson.
Look at him!
Look at him just staring away!
Like it's my fault.
It's my fault some
aliens attacked my ship.
Unbelievable.
Unbelievable.
What if they're alive?
Oh, come on.
Hold on, Wilson.
Who? Who's alive?
The astronauts.
You're a trillionaire.
Isn't that enough?
How much money do you need?
No one else is
traveling to space
except for you and your
trillionaire friends.
And all of the exploited
people you hired.
-Paul...
-No, screw this.
Lives are at stake here.
People need to
know what's going on.
They need to know that you
don't
give a damn about
your employees.
Wilson, please,
will you take the
soon-to-be Dr. Cook
to the janitor's closet?
Paul... Paul, Paul, Paul.
Hey, hey, hey.
Mr. Wilson here
could break an arm.
Or a leg.
Or...
Or...
Paul, I don't want
to have to do that.
The closet's good.
Oh, and... You're right.
If there is life, Snider will
know what to do.
Go.
All right.
Keep an eye on him.
Come on.
Let's move.
I can call Dr. Gandell,
the one who retired.
-I'm fine.
-I'm sure he's available.
I'm fine.
Fine.
I don't need some old,
retired academic
telling me
what I already know.
General, we need you
at the Space Center.
Sir, telemetry just
flagged an inbound object
with a
non-ballistic trajectory.
Sounds like space junk.
Uh, call Todd at DAS.
That's his department.
General, it's not space junk.
We thought that at first.
But the signature is Origen.
That figures.
Tell him I had a conversation
with Sorrento.
He's aware of the cutoff.
There's more.
We believe that the object
is an emergency pod
that left the Graviton.
It's a single-occupant craft.
We just detected 15
new life forms, General.
I assume you ruled out mice?
There's life on the craft,
but we don't think it's human.
Where's it headed?
Impact zone is somewhere
in the Los Angeles area.
Time of impact?
At its current speed,
45 minutes, 10 seconds.
And you're just
telling me this now?
Take me back to base.
I'll brief the
President en route.
Find me Sorrento.
And instead of the base,
we're going on a detour.
I guess everything they say
about Sorrento is true, huh?
Hey, how long have you
been working for him?
I mean, I couldn't even
do it for more than an hour.
Okay.
Well, you've made your point.
You need to move.
I need to leave.
No.
You can't keep me here.
I have rights.
Look, Sorrento can
threaten me all he wants,
and I can sue him back
to being a billionaire.
You think you can
win against him?
Now, you can leave
when Mr. Sorrento
tells me you can leave.
There's a phone
right over there.
Can I call my
girlfriend at least?
Let her know
I'll be staying late?
Can I at least go
to the bathroom?
Will you let me do that?
Do you really want me
to go in the closet?
Because that is not going
to be pleasant for anyone.
Nah.
Fine.
I guess I'll stay in here then.
We found Sorrento.
How?
Some kid from
the Origen Dish said
that he's being held
hostage by Sorrento.
Origen Dish?
And we believe him?
Everything checks out.
Should I get Sorrento
on the phone?
No. No.
I'll pay him a visit in person.
I'm going to shut
this down for good.
Mobilize Echo to intercept the landing.
I want eyes on this thing
the moment it makes an impact.
Ah! Found you!
General, Echo Team is coming
through from the impact site.
It's Commander Draven.
Put it on speaker.
Draven, this is Kruger.
Sir, confirming impact.
Origen mining escape pod.
Class 170.
Likely from the Graviton.
Is anyone alive?
Negative so far.
Hull's been compromised
from re-entry.
A lot of impact burns.
Windows are dark.
No movement.
Okay. Lock the site
down for extraction.
Keep quarantine
procedures in effect.
I'll call back with further.
Lester.
We have company.
Great.
Wilson, you do not want to draw
down on a four-star general.
General, I didn't see you.
Where is Paul Cook?
In here, sir.
Why were you in there?
That's a long story, sir.
General.
Paul Cook.
It's an honor to meet you, sir.
Edward, take him.
Full protection. Debrief.
-Get him to medical.
-Yes, General.
Mr. Cook is needed here.
He'll be fine.
I understand mercenary, son.
But sooner or later,
you have to figure out
you're on the losing side.
Bring me Lester.
Yes, sir.
What's this?
The Prometheus override.
And who authorized it.
General Kruger.
I did not expect
to see you in person.
One of your escape pods just
landed right outside Hemet.
Luckily, it was compromised, so
nothing seems to have survived.
Yeah. It's true.
The Graviton flew
through a solar event
and messed up
all the internals
which triggered the
launch of one of the pods.
But that's why I'm here.
To direct it away
from populated areas.
Yeah.
It almost hit Los Angeles.
But it didn't thanks to me.
And you are welcome.
And the fact that
we found non-human organic life
would be a surprise to you?
Dead, thank God.
Uh... yeah.
Shocking, actually.
It's fascinating, though.
I have so many questions.
The Graviton is a
registered mining craft.
Last I looked,
you weren't authorized
to excavate any planets.
Um... Paperwork.
I got caught up in paperwork.
I just found out
last week myself.
But I have my team of
lawyers fixing this.
Initially, as
a matter of fact,
that's what I thought we
were talking about today.
You illegally mined a planet.
Endangered your crew,
and potentially introduced
alien life to Earth.
There's aliens on the Graviton.
If they land, Earth will
be overrun within a day.
I'm sorry. We're gonna blow
up the Graviton.
Uh... Teddy. Teddy.
Well, um... I didn't
want to bring this up.
Be really careful what
you're about to say.
Your daughter.
What about Katie?
Katie.
Yes, Katie.
Katie, about eight months ago,
started to work for me.
-Why wasn't I--
-I know.
She's a very proud
woman, General.
She didn't want anybody to know
who her very famous father is.
She thought it might
compromise her authority.
So, you know that she
even changed her name.
I wanted to tell you, I did.
But in condition of her
taking the Commander's chair
on the Graviton,
I just had to...
You know, I respected it.
Okay.
We won't blow the ship up.
We're still taking
control of the ship.
And this operation is over.
No, no, no, no, no.
It's not over.
The priority
right now is bringing
the Graviton back to Earth.
And you need my help to do that.
Because you know I can do that.
But not without
your full support.
When was the last time you
had contact with the Graviton?
Uh...
Ten minutes ago.
You spoke to my
daughter ten minutes ago?
No, no, no, no.
Solar interference
knocked out direct
communications.
So I sent a search and rescue
mission to find them.
And?
And they just arrived.
It's a little bit of
interference, though,
which is why
I'm here at the dish.
Lester, where
was that ship coming from?
Planet Eris.
Eris?
Lester, you knew when
we discovered that planet
that it was hostile.
Yes, but it's also where
the quasicrystal is, General.
It's the most important
thing...
General.
Draven, it's from Eris.
Splitters.
You sure?
What's the protocol?
We have to destroy the ship.
We have to destroy
the lead alien.
We have to
destroy all the aliens
before that ship gets to Earth.
Copy.
Wait, wait, wait.
What are you doing?
This facility is under
military lockdown.
General, I am not the enemy.
I'm here to help you guys.
Then help me.
What's the status
of the Graviton?
Okay.
Okay.
Graviton is in
Prometheus lockdown.
Meaning?
Meaning control of the craft
is transferred to us here.
At the Dish?
But solar interference has
compromised that control.
They're flying blind
with Splitters on board.
Splitters?
Echo team encountered
them a few years ago.
They split or multiply
to overwhelm their targets.
But they're a hive mind
species.
One alien goes
on a ship, splits.
That first alien,
the Queen,
once we kill the first one
they propagated from,
none of the other
aliens can split.
We kill that first one, we
essentially kill all of them.
Interesting.
You think your search
and rescue can help?
Amy?
No contact from Salvo-9.
Anything?
Negative, no signs of life.
Arrives in three, red zone
is clear and under quarantine.
Anything moves,
we'll take care of it.
The mission has changed.
Did you know that Katie
was working for Origen?
Not until you just told me, sir.
We haven't kept in
contact since we split. Why?
She's the captain
of the Graviton.
Why was she on Eris?
Sir, that place is infested.
I'll debrief you on
your way to Edwards.
I need to send you and your
team to the Graviton now.
Yes, sir.
Stop the Splitters.
Find the Queen if you can.
Sir, they're fast, lethal.
Not hard to kill,
but hard to stop.
But if the Queen dies,
they die.
We'll take care of it.
Okay.
Call when you're on your way.
Copy. Let's move.
What the...
Three minutes 'til dock.
You okay?
Don't worry, boss.
We'll save your ex.
Even if she did dump your ass.
Careful, Zav.
Just joking.
It's the woman he loves,
and she's trapped up
there with Splitters.
Read the room.
It's fine.
Katie can handle herself.
I don't know anybody
who can survive Splitters.
It's not impossible.
As long as they can
barricade themselves.
It just means if we
find anyone alive
on the ship,
we gotta get them off.
And then?
Then we blow up the ship.
We have a ping.
The Graviton is in sight.
There she is.
Easy now.
Coming in, boys.
Dock confirmed.
Structural lock holding.
Pressure seal is nominal.
Power umbilical engaged.
Beginning equalization.
Standby.
Atmosphere is matched.
No pressure differential.
All right.
Zav, breach in systems.
Vasquez, reach security.
Eyes up.
No assumptions.
Copy.
Breaching systems.
Security, copy.
Remember, we move controlled.
We don't rush.
Anything moves without
clearance, you put it down.
Understood?
-Understood.
-Copy that.
On you, Zav.
Vasquez, point.
Contact!
Status?
Green.
Ammo nominal.
Ugly bastards.
Not as ugly as you, Vasquez.
Focus.
Hold.
Cover.
Vasquez, point.
Hold. Cover.
Zav, I need a bypass.
Zav, status.
I'm trying.
But there's multiple
layers of code.
Shit.
Hurry up, Zav.
I'm trying, I'm trying.
Got it!
Go! Move!
Draven!
Katie.
You injured?
What's your crew status?
Unknown.
Lockdown sealed
all the compartments.
If there's any crew still
alive, they could be trapped.
There's no confirmed life
signs outside of this room.
But without a mainframe...
Those aliens breached the vents.
Splitters.
That's what they're called.
You guys from Origen?
-Space Force.
-Space Force.
This is Dyson, Chief Engineer.
Jennings, Head Navigator.
I'm Draven.
Zav. That's Vasquez.
We're Echo Team.
Wait, Draven?
Like that, Draven?
Solar damage
knocked out the comms
and Prometheus
locked down everything.
So we're in a
low decaying orbit.
If we stay manual,
we'll hit the atmosphere.
We're trying to
get back online so
we can steer it
away from the entry.
Who's taking control
of the ship right now?
Who do you think?
Why? You know he's trying
to save you, right?
He's trying to
save his payload.
There's a difference.
He couldn't give a
rat's ass about us.
If this ship lands
on Earth, these...
Splitters.
Will reproduce at
an unfathomable rate.
Entire populations will
be knocked out in days.
We're lucky if
Earth lasts a week.
Your last cargo haul.
Is that where the
Splitters came from?
I'm not sure.
But that's the best bet.
Plus, there's been a high yield
energy spike in the cargo bay.
How so?
It just started spiking
the day of the incident.
We thought it was the
quasicrystal from Eris.
But the indicators flagged
a large, organic mass.
And it's increasing.
That's not a nest.
-You think it's a breeder?
-Nope.
That's a Queen.
What do you mean, a Queen?
What I mean is
that it doesn't matter
if we land the ship
on Earth or not.
What matters is
if we kill that Queen.
It does matter.
That pod landed about
50 miles outside Los Angeles.
Yeah, we thought there
were Splitters on board.
But all the ones
we found were dead.
Are you absolutely sure?
No. But they take orders
from the Queen.
And they'll do
anything to protect her.
But...
If the Queen dies, the Splitters
no longer split.
They have a hive-like mindset.
So then we find the Queen,
we kill her, and we
kill the Splitters.
Can you keep us out of reentry?
I can maintain altitude
for a short period of time,
but I can't regain
guidance control.
Not with Prometheus hard-locked.
Can you break Prometheus?
I mean, if we could
stop the lockdown,
we can
get you out of here.
We can see if the other
crew members are still alive.
Not from here.
Engineering has
the interlock node.
We hit the reentry
point in 30 minutes.
Katie, can you draw
me a map to cargo?
No.
If you're going, I'm going.
Vasquez, Dyson, Engineering.
Zav, you're with me.
Captain Vega, you're with me.
Move.
15 minutes, okay?
If we can't regain control,
we fall back to the Juggernaut.
-No hero moves.
-Copy.
Engineering's that way.
On me.
Zav, at my six.
Thank you.
Holy shit!
Contact!
-On the wall!
-Zav!
-On your right!
-Left side, left side!
Clear, clear!
Status!
So much for stealth mode.
Move!
Dyson.
Dyson!
Dyson!
I'm here. I'm here.
Still breathing.
How much longer?
Just keep shooting.
And don't miss.
Roger that.
Dr. De Sota.
Medic.
Best dad jokes on the ship.
- Hey.
- Hello?
Is somebody there?
Can you hear me?
Hello?
Adams?
Vasquez, medic office.
Tell Dyson to
prioritize this door.
You got that?
Yeah, I heard.
I'm almost there.
Done.
Door's opening.
What is that--
Thank you.
You okay?
Who are you?
Come on.
Come on.
You're okay.
-We good?
-Copy.
What's the status on
the rest of the doors?
Doors are live in
controlled zones.
You hear that, Draven?
You can get to the cargo bay.
-Roger.
-We have ten minutes.
Take Adams and Jennings from
the bridge to the Juggernaut.
I'm not leaving.
-Let us do our job.
-And let me do mine.
Fine.
Zav.
Take Adams and
Jennings to the ship.
Meet us at cargo.
-Okay.
-Come on.
Zav.
If we don't make it, you lift.
No hesitation.
Understood?
Cargo.
This is where we
loaded the minerals.
They broke in.
Power draw was the highest here.
Someone's inside.
On me.
Don't shoot.
It's me. Snider.
Salvo-9.
Salvo-9?
That's Origen.
Search and rescue.
More search than rescue.
You okay?
We need to move.
We need to move now.
The Queen, we have to find her.
Or the aliens
will destroy Earth.
I know, but this
isn't their nest.
Why is the power so high?
Because this is where they fed.
Move! Grab Snider!
Move now!
Vasquez, close the cargo doors!
Ah! She's not here!
Which means, Planet Eris
may still have the Queen.
Nothing left to
bring us back online.
We still have a few minutes.
Let's make our way
back to the bridge.
Look, the good news is that
we still have local access.
Stores, computers, et cetera.
What good would
that do if we can
steer that away
from the reentry pole?
We need to leave
in the Juggernaut.
So partial authority.
Enough to move people, but
not enough to save the ship.
Look, if we don't get boost
to perigee in 12 minutes...
We enter the atmosphere.
What?
-Juggernaut.
-Docking quarter.
Two docks forward.
Sir, Snider succeeded.
The override device
has been successfully
installed to the
Graviton's mainframe.
Ah. Nice.
What does that mean?
It means we can
lock into the ship...
and take full control from here.
Don't worry, General.
No, the locks!
We're gonna be stuck in here.
-Code rejected.
-It's not possible.
We fixed that already.
Maybe when we shot up the place?
No, no. That's external.
This is internal.
You fix it on one computer,
you fix it everywhere.
No, no. Damn it!
It's flipped.
We're back in manual override.
Contact left!
-It's overriding us!
-I'm still turning!
It doesn't matter!
Prometheus already killed
the physical loop.
We're done here!
We're done!
Fall back! Fall back!
Move! Move! Move!
Move!
Get on the bridge!
We gotta move! We gotta move!
Hold.
Clear!
Jennings!
God, we're never going
to get out of this ship!
You all right, Vasquez?
You're not looking so hot!
We have one
minute until re-entry!
Where's Snider?
30 seconds to mesosphere entry!
Katie, when we get back--
Status check!
Jennings, time to land?
26 minutes until ground contact!
-We still can't steer?
-Negative!
External control only.
Sorrento!
Snider! He must have got
Sorrento access to the ship!
Damn it!
If we land, we unleash
all the Splitters!
The hell with them!
We seed the planet!
We didn't defeat the Queen,
the Splitters will
take over Earth!
That's just it then.
We got one more play.
We scuttle the ship!
We tried to blow it from the
outside, now from the inside.
Only we're in it!
We're dead either way.
Not necessarily.
Do we have access
to the Juggernaut?
I cracked the lockdown.
We should have
access to the Juggernaut.
If we have access,
I can fly it.
I don't need Origen permission.
I just need power and timing.
What if we don't make it to
the Juggernaut in 15 minutes?
When I press this button,
Draven, Zav, and I
will go find Snider.
The rest of you,
get to the Juggernaut!
I can make it with you.
I can do it.
No, you can't!
You can barely stand.
You get to the Juggernaut.
The Splitters are everywhere.
That's an order!
Not back in 10 minutes...
You leave us!
Understood?
You've all done your jobs
better than anybody could have
asked.
Ready?
Let's move!
Move, move, move,
move, move, move!
General.
-What just happened?
-Checking.
We've just received word
there is a massive alien
invasion currently occurring
across Los Angeles County.
Oh, no!
Multiple emergency response
units are overwhelmed and
communications are becoming
increasingly fragmented.
Mom?
-Go through!
-Zav, on me!
Go, go, go!
Sir, the Graviton has initiated
the self-destruct protocol.
All right.
Son... of...
a bitch!
Lock them out of all controls.
Override all safety measures.
Terminate self-destruct.
Bring that ship to full speed.
I want my payload,
and I want it now!
On it, sir.
Contact!
Clear, clear!
Stairs!
14 minutes.
Snider!
None of you should be down here.
We're leaving the Graviton.
How? Why?
Why? We're going to blow
up this damn ship.
No! You can't.
We'll explain on the way
to the Juggernaut. Let's go.
I'll give you half.
Half of what?
I made a deal with Sorrento.
For every container filled with
quasicrystal, I get ten million.
You get half.
Even if the ship makes it to
Earth, none of that matters.
Sorrento will
exterminate the Splitters.
He's done it before.
Even if that were true,
on Earth, that's impossible.
Take half. Please.
Let's go.
Let's move, Snider!
Okay.
No, Snider!
You should've taken the money!
No, no.
No, no, Draven.
No, no.
Stay with me.
Stay with me.
Get to the ship.
Get to the ship.
I'm not leaving you.
Shadow. Shadow.
The Queen is on the ship.
I need to move you, okay?
I can't. I can't.
I'm not leaving you.
Not again. Not ever.
Let's go. Let's go!
Draven!
Where's Zavala?
Come on.
Let's go.
Sit him down over here.
Come on, sit down.
Snider ambushed us.
Zavala didn't make it.
Fragmenting round.
Lung contusion. Slow bleed.
He's stable for now,
but that's all I can promise.
Okay.
You're bleeding.
Through and through.
Missed anything vital.
You'll live if we
get you planetside.
Folks, ten minutes.
Patch me up on Earth, Doc.
We need to go.
I'm trying.
I don't have control anymore.
Bay doors won't open.
They locked us out.
Captain, self-destruct
has stopped.
No, no, that's not possible.
None of this should be possible!
Sorrento.
He took the ship back.
We can't let the ship land.
The Queen. The Queen!
The Queen's still on board.
You kill the Queen,
you kill all Splitters.
But without self-destruct...
We blow it up manually.
You would have to take out
the core to take the ship down.
The reactor.
We blow that up...
Everything goes.
That's where the Queen is.
We have ion accelerator bars.
Emergency power cells?
How many do you have?
Three.
I take one to blow
the bay doors.
I take two to
overload the reactor.
You're not going.
I have to.
Besides, internal bleeding.
I'm not making it back in.
Is that true?
You know he never
stopped loving you, right?
Good luck.
Wait.
This is an adrenaline shot.
Just in case.
Thanks.
Dyson, Jennings,
let's blow a door.
-Do you think they--
-Stay focused.
These doors aren't
just blast rated.
They're reinforced for vacuum
share and high velocity docking.
We're not blowing
through them clean.
I thought one
ion bar would do it.
We need to rethink this.
It won't work, Captain.
This is bullshit. We can't
even blow the doors off.
We destroy
the locking collars.
Okay. And it should free up
some structural restraint.
-Pressure does the rest.
-Exactly.
Control wall.
We'll set it there.
-Give me ten seconds.
-You've got eight.
Splitters.
Keep working.
Got it.
Let's blow the locks off now.
These doors weren't
meant to be forced.
-Jennings, time!
-I need six seconds!
-They're coming, guys!
-Well, hold them back!
-We're good! -Let's go, let's
go, let's go!
Everybody, strap in!
Do it now!
Arming manual detonation.
Three, two, one!
Shit!
Sir, we lost power
in the Graviton.
Sector three alpha.
-Where?
-Dock Bay.
Re-entry stress or internal?
-I... I don't...
-Okay, move on.
High energy blast
or direct blast?
Are they trying to escape?
They're trying
to destroy my cargo.
-My crystal!
-It makes no sense.
We can bring them down safely.
Guidance is...
It's irrelevant,
it's irrelevant.
They know it.
They know where they can...
Okay, you can leave.
Please. You can leave.
You can leave.
Wilson, get her out of here.
Really?
Both of you.
Get the hell out of here!
Go!
Get the chopper ready.
No, no, no.
You're not winning this time.
You're not gonna win.
The doors are still attached!
We need to go!
Fire those engines!
I can't!
I don't know this ship!
I got it!
Jennings, move!
Let's go home.
Good job, Vasquez.
How are you doing?
Doing pretty good.
Everyone?
Okay.
Thankful.
Let's go home.
Yes!
Oh, oh!
Shit.
You two chose the planet
and our safety
over everything else.
No hesitation,
just pure sacrifice.
If there's a better definition
it.partnership, I don't know
And I couldn't be more proud.
-Do you?
-I do.
I do.
Okay, you may...