Earth: Final Conflict s05e03 Episode Script
The Seduction
Previously on Gene Roddengerry's: Earth Final Conflict Hubble, listen to me.
Something mutated in that Atavus chamber.
We have no evidence of any mutants running around.
- I'm gonna need solid proof.
- Don't you get it?! They're here! These Atavus.
They're for real, and we'll all gonna be in serious trouble if you don't step up to the plate.
Get her! Take her down! I want her unharmed I detect a slight arousal in you.
Two life forms, different planets.
I just don't think we're a match.
Only the strong survive, human.
I'm strong enough.
Well we'll see about that.
Here's your evidence.
Oh, god! Renée, I urge you to reconsider.
No, I have to find him.
He's here, somewhere, he's waiting for me.
Your impulses are overwhelming your reason.
He is not your destiny.
Here he is.
Renée, listen to me.
The energy that Da'an gave you, that you carry inside you, it will protect you from his hunger, not his last.
Renée! I knew you'll come to me.
So, The human mating rituals are violent one.
Our species have something in common.
In the twenty-first century, an alien species known as the Taelons came to Earth with a promise of peace.
They lied Their true agenda was to dominate us.
After years of struggle the Taelons have perished living more aggressive beings in their wake, the Atavus.
My name is Renée Palmer.
My mission is to stop this new species from dominating our planet.
This is Earth Final Conflict.
Season 5 Episode 3 "THE SEDUCTION" Renée, are you ok? Yeah.
- Yeah, I think so.
- What was it? A dream.
About our new aliens, a nightmare actually.
Well, Hubble's office has been trying to reach you.
He's put together a meeting.
He says you've got one shot to convince them all about the Atavus.
You'd better make it good.
When? If you left twenty minutes ago, you just make it.
You You know anything about dreams? Well, Freud thought that they represented unconcious desires.
Why? - Nothing, never mind.
- Your coat.
You're looking at the hand I severed from the Atavus leader, Howlyn.
The fingers extend to form a cleave that is used to feed on human lifeforce.
Well the lab says it's definitely have alien origin.
Carbon based with a humanoid skeletal structure possessing abnormal levels of quantum energy.
- Technically, it's still alive.
- And so are these aliens.
Now, I suggest you assembled an elite strike force to hit them hard and fast.
Now, I think I can get us passed the mothership shields.
- Once we're onboard - Thank you, Miss Palmer, but right now we don't know for certain wether or not this mutated limb came from a Taelon meat locker.
I assure you, it did not.
And I can assure you we are not putting lifes on a line until we have more substantial evidence of an alien presence.
Now, in his absence, director Hurick has ordered me to turn things over to Interpol's senior strategist.
John Besson.
Oh, thank you, agent Patrichio.
For now, we'll obviously going to keep this, evidence, restricted to the agencies involved.
Phase one will of course be to verify the presence of a hostile alien.
Then in phase two, our research team will will find out that is too late to do anything about it.
I told Hubble and I'm telling you, there's a deadly new species parked in our orbit and they make the Taelons, look like pacifists.
We have to strike now if we're going to stand a chance.
Damn it Hubble! You sent that oh that's right, hide you, two-faced in a He's right, here.
Hello Renée.
First, you don't believe the Atavus are real, nevermind I risked my life to bring you a solid proof.
now you lay low with the rest of your mignons drag their feet.
Oh Slow down! Look, I believe you, ok? But if these creatures are what you say they are, then they're a global problem, meaning, this situation requires international coorporation and strict adherence to the protocol.
So you're appoint some spineless diplomat do to what? - Study the Atavus to death? No offence.
- Some taken, I'm not to much about to deny myself the benefit of your experience miss Palmer.
As for my spine, trust me, I found it in the S.
I.
war diffusing chemical bombs in the Ychinh.
Launch a nuclear strike, Hubble.
Blow them out of the sky, now! Not an option.
Look, the mothership is in a degrading orbit and the fire power require to take her out will contaminate the entire atmosphere.
Look, Besson is in charge.
Fine.
The mothership shields will be down in three hours.
If you don't have a team ready to move, you lose your window.
Best salvage crews haven't been able to crak those shields? How are you planing on getting thru? I've got an I.
D shuttle and the guts to use it, apparently you don't.
Now you hold it right there, Renée! You'll do nothing until we properly assess the situation.
Oh, or you'll do what? Arrest me? Quarantine me to death? Right we can't have a loose cannon running around, now can we? Look Renée I'm asking you to stand down, as a friend, a friend who doesn't want to lose you.
I don't need friends.
I need allies.
The Taelon ship has begun to absorb our bio-***.
Much more comfortable surroundings.
Are all systems functional? Yes, aside from the weapon's array.
The human race is more useful to us alive, Howlyn.
The human race is nothing more than a vermine who evolve around our world.
My world! Besides, we cannot possibly feed upon five and half billion humans.
It would be gloutony.
But you could use the chambers to create hybrids.
You could enslave this planet rather than destroy it.
I've told our human friend about the joining procedure.
And you prefer to see your species compromised? Co-opted rather than eradicated? As part of your and my domain, yes.
This would mean bringing humans, to the ship.
By small groups, I would begin with advisers to world leaders, a few minister hybridize and they'll return to their regular duties, with a new loyalty to us to you.
Very well.
You're bouded to show results, or I would deal with your species in a less refined manner.
Sandoval ensure that Renée Palmer is among the humans brought to the ship for joining.
It will be a pleasure.
Yes it will.
What?! Back to the mothership - are you completely insane? - That what I said.
Is this some kind of way in your dream therapy? Because I could probably suggest some much healthier alternatives.
It has nothing to do with my dreams, Street.
I'm the only one who knows how to get pass to the mothership shields.
Simple.
Hubble has the shields protocol too.
- I hacked them from Sandoval when he beded you up there.
- Sure Hubble's got them, but he won't use them, I will.
- It's the only way to force me in.
- Would you just wait a second, look.
You've done your bed, ok? The military has been dealing with aliens for years, it's about time they stepped up, I think we can trust them to handle it from here.
Ok, ok, fine.
Fine, just let me get my stuff.
Sorry.
It's a one woman job.
Besides I need your backup.
Renée be carefull.
OK Street, I'm on final approach.
Could you scan the shield array.
Roger that, I've got your signal.
Now we thrust the needle.
OK, go into I.
D.
for 3.
8 seconds at bearing 791.
Come out of the I.
D decelerate 43 kilometers per hour at bearing 270.
It should work.
Should? Ok, you're thru the shield, but you're gonna crash, decelerate.
- Decelerate! - I've no time.
OK, I'm in.
- Thanks Street.
- Hey, you did all the work.
Just stay cool.
Try not to meet up with any nightmares.
Deck 5 Corridor 7.
Raj'el what happened? How did they capture you.
They pursued relentlessly as this their nature, and I yielded which in part is mine.
However, my energy is toxic to the Atavus, so they had little choice but to keep me in isolation.
Yeah, well you were pretty toxic to us only we didn't have the option of isolation.
Renée I am the first and the last of my brethren.
I carry inside me the collective remorse of an entire race.
To tell us an apology.
Damn it! I can't do it, I can't get you out.
My fate rests here with the Atavus.
It is as it should be.
Renée, this is Earth final conflict.
How you handle this crisis will determine whether or not your species enters the golden age, or disappears into the abyss.
- Raj'el, what is it? - I sense nearby, the heat of mutation.
A change in the genetic frequency of a lifeform.
The victim is Human.
- Human? - It is an obscenity that could destroy your kind.
Go Renée, stop it while you can.
You must hurry.
I'll be back for you.
One hundred and fifteen degrees.
Bingo! Seize her! What was the device connected to? The shield modulation circuits.
Keep searching.
Make sure miss Palmer didn't leave any other little surprises.
Mister Besson, we're ready to receive your visitors.
Damin it, you disobeyed a direct order.
You had no right to go up to that ship by yourself.
Save it Hubble.
I'm telling you Sandoval is bringing human captives onboard and forcing them into some kind of fusion procedure - with the Atavus.
- What? - What are you talking about? - You heard me.
Listen kiddo you've been under a lot of stress lately.
Don't patronize me.
Fine! You're out.
You're off the team ok? - I won't have a hard head just going behind my back.
- Fine, I'm out.
But the shields go down in one hour and you're still sitting here, twilling your thumbs.
- Renée - I know, I know.
You don't want to lose anybody you care about.
You just did.
Give me some good news, will you? Bad news first.
I'm not getting a signal from the jammer you plugged into the shield modulators.
- They must have found it.
- What? Where do you put the other one? The main power conduit, it'll black-out and take down the shields.
Ok, the good news is, it doesn't look like they've found that one yet.
But there's something else.
You know how we worked getting any readings from the mothership portals? Yeah.
They've been recalibrated, to a frequency that's almost off the scale.
- Portals are active? - Very Over the past few hours, fifteen people have gone up for short visits, usually about twenty minutes long.
They all get return to a public portal station in Washington, at seven and Stanton.
And when they return, their bio-energy signature has been suddenly altered.
They're not the same person.
And I don't think they just quit smoking.
Grab you gear.
Let's go over that portal.
Good evening Director Urik.
I take that you're in contact with the crew of the European Space Station mister Besson.
Yes sir, what do you ask? I've known Miss Palmer for too long to completly disregard her story, if her claims are correct there will be a disruption in the mothership shields within the hour.
We've got to move.
Within the hour? The approvals alone to form a tactical team will take days.
To hell with the approvals.
I've got the mothership shield protocols from Juliette Street.
And with them, we can breach the shuttle bay.
Excellent.
Let me get out off this suit and get up there.
What? Alone? No, I need a pilot.
And an I.
D.
shuttle, I heard a rumor your governement has one under ***.
European intelligence is better than I thought.
We're wasting time here.
Shall we? Portal coordinates? Zoulou Zoulou Tango, Ask Your Papa.
What the hell is this? Mister Hubble Urik, congratulations on your appointment as Director of the FBI, I suppose that would make you my superior.
Anyone with half an ounce of integrity is your superior.
Integrity? This from the man who tried to have me assassinated.
I was just performing a public service: eliminating mankind greastest pariah.
And you failed! So, you always had a special place in my heart.
I'd like to make some introductions.
Howlyn, and Juda.
Yes, there is a new alien species around and they have some rather interesting appetities and abilities.
For example, the Atavus can regenerate limbs.
I believe you've already seen Howlyn's hand.
Son of a bitch! You're to be joined with an Atavus.
It's a simple procedure, really.
It'll take care of that nasty flesh wound.
More importantly, you'll be back at work within the hour, with a new sense of purpose, as a hybrid.
Like Besson, here.
Escort director Urik to his quarters.
You traitorous bastard! Trading in your human dignity.
Have you any sense of the loyalty? What choice did I have after you cast me into exil? Sir.
Okay, now I should be able to scan every person stepping out of the portal system, including destination and DNA profile.
Routine maintenance sir, your tax-tollers at work.
- Evelyn, give me Hubble would you.
- I haven't seen him for a couple of days.
Strange.
Oh, have him page, tell him his farorites lunatic call.
Besson? Miss Palmer How very nice to see you again.
Renée, he came from the mothership.
Don't even think about it.
It looks like you made your deal with the devil.
Miss Palmer your tenacity has to be admire, but you're fighting a losing battle.
It would have been just fine, humanity would have been just fine.
If you've let me alone, blow these Atavus to bits in that submarine.
I had to do what I had to do.
As you well know, I lost my compassion for a pathetic species a long time ago.
Case in point.
Excuse me, I must announce your arrival The lord of the manor is expecting you.
Hello again.
Hello again.
I'm just gonna take a look.
That asshole alien stab me with some kind of finger cleave.
Apparently I'm headed for a joining procedure and turned me into an hybrid.
And if I don't I'm dead.
- Howlyn, I wish to - Join us.
I wish to inform you that all is proceeding according to plan.
Aids for all aged nation leaders.
The key members of Interpol, will be co-opted within 48 hours.
FBI Director, Hubble Urik, is next in line for joining.
Whoever they are, I'm certain they'll make useful hybrids.
They will.
I should also inform you that I managed to acquire Miss Renée Palmer.
She's on board in a holding cell.
Why do you waste your time, obsessing over this human female? She wouldn't last an hour in your bed.
You have other priorities.
I want to choose my own priorities.
And my own lovers.
Let go and make yourself useful and find your own human to join with.
I should have listen to you, Renée.
When the Taelons disappeared I just wanted it to be over.
No more aliens.
I've doomed us all.
No.
Nobody's doomed yet.
Who's Sandoval talking about when he say "He's been expecting You".
Howlyn, he's their prince of darkness.
You're going into shock.
I got to get you out of this ship.
We've got to mobilize every damn darn force on the planet.
Nevermind that pull out that strike team.
We've got to vaporize these bastards.
Music to my ears.
Why do you keep taking your watch? You'll see, I left a little surprise on the bridge - What was that? - That is our cue.
All systems should be down long enough for us to get out of here.
Come on.
Easy.
Bridge, what happened? An explosion on the primary conduit.
- We're trying to repair the damage.
- Forget that.
Do a bypass through the secondary.
That will expose engineering personal at toxic levels of radiation.
Do it! I'm sending you to a friend of mine.
That Street kiddo.
Her name is Juliette Street, and you can trust her.
More than any of your people, believe me.
She'll get you to an E.
R Renée Palmer, find her.
My pleasure.
It's better if you stay out of this one for now.
- Why are you staying here? - To disarm the shields permanently.
Look, Street has a global.
Send up that strike team.
Get the chest wound in care of, hang in there Hubble, I don't want loose you either.
Come on, Renée.
Where are you? Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
Give me a secure comlink.
- Ok.
- I've got to call the President.
- Contact deputy Patrichio.
- OK.
Tell him Tell him Renée was right about the aliens.
He's got to launch a strike.
- Everything he's got.
- OK.
Before it's too late.
Dr Sylas, it's Street.
I'm calling in that favour.
Send Michael Stritch immediately.
Come one, Renée.
Get off that ship! Agent Sandoval, someone's trying to access the main shield controls.
Location.
Deck five, corridor six.
My fate rest here, with the Atavus.
Like hell it does.
Raj'el is not here.
He has to gone for a walk.
Your compassion at nature will be a damn fall miss Palmer.
Come.
You presence is requested in the joining.
Let's stifled that nasty mission of your, shall we? I knew you would come to me.
She cannot be joined! The taelon core energy in her system must be protecting her from feeding, and joining.
How inconvenient.
With humans, there are some women who's simply can not be possessed.
We shall see.
Bring her to my deck.
Now.
Help Renée.
Thank you for your call Miss Street.
We handle things from here.
He's worse.
Well, you've done a commendable job miss.
I mean, there's no doubt you save director Urik's life.
Now one of my agents will escort you, back to headquarters, - to debrief you and - No.
No, no, no, no.
I'm gonna to debrief you.
Your boss has been cleaved by an Atavus.
He suffered serious internal bleeding and his eletro-physiology is a mess.
- Well, I'll talk to one - Director Urik told me to tell you the aliens are exactly the way Renée Palmer described, and you need to launch a strike force immediately.
I believe everything you've got were his exact words.
I can't launch a military action, risk the lives of a strike team on the word of a on your word alone.
Director Urik and the President are the only ones with that authority Well, then call the damn President, does he look like he can resume command anytime soon? - I said, we'll handle it.
- When? After he dies and you get his job? - Agent Ranesh.
- Listen to me.
- You can get her out of here now.
- My friend is still on that mothership.
- Look, I'm telling you the truth.
- Get her out of here now We don't have a lot of time.
Just do the right thing! Launch the damn strike! You've dreamt about me.
How did you know? It's to be expected.
A natural part of our connection.
I want no connection to you.
But you do.
Look inside at your deepest desire.
The part of you that you *** make us as powerfully alive as you are.
Yeah that one.
Feeling that you are incomplete, disconnected, I can end that.
- You end lives.
- Not yours.
Now, I cannot feed on you or join with you, but I can still kill you.
That I am certain.
Yet, I desire you.
If you look past your prejudices.
You'd realize that you feel the same way.
And you do.
Admit it.
No.
Admit it.
You are not worthy of him.
How dare you interrupt me? She's a human! A weak sub-species.
Failed.
And you would have her as mate, even after she has killed our own.
If I so choose.
And we're superior, *** There's your kingdom.
Bring her back to me.
Unharmed.
I believe Howlyn wishes to see Miss Palmer alive.
I'm aware of his wish.
See that you're not too affective a concubine.
I assure you, the more pleasure you give him the more painful your death will be.
Take her to him.
I saw the change in Besson They've done the same thing to you, haven't they? Look, you don't have to do this.
I can help you.
Find a way to reverse the process.
Think about it: The core energy that protects you from an Atavus joining, is also crossing through my veins.
You're not a hybrid.
What I do is of my own free will miss Palmer.
Blessing of the Atavus.
Howlyn? Come on, I know you're here.
You can forget the hit mental stab this time.
If you me to admit I want you.
Well the only thing I'll admit, is that you have some sort of strange pull some primal animal magnetism.
That's probably part of your hunting technique, that's all.
I don't want you, and I never will.
I'll resist you with my last breath.
We shall see.
Can you look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't desire me? By completly yielding to an opponent stength a warrior can come to understand his weakness and learn how to defeat him.
Resist me! You are mind conquer Get away from me Taelon! She is mine! No, Howlyn.
She shall have her freedom today.
The neurologist told me he had a complete biochemical shut down.
that along with cardio-respiratory failure.
There's not much we can do.
I'm sorry.
Renée? Yeah.
Can you give us a minute please? Hubble our medical science can't help you anymore, and I need you alive.
I can take you back to the mothership, even if you have to go through a joining you'll heal, it'll buy some time and we can find a way to reverse the hybrid process later.
No, no.
I've been a two-faced pending all my life.
Time to take a stand.
What the hell of a grade is that? I won't be around help you kick some more alien butt.
You can help now.
Talk to Patrichio.
Order the strike.
Listen to me, you'd be carefull with this salvages.
Use your head, not your heart.
It's Renée Palmer.
Get me Patrichio, tell him it's urgent.
Don't try to go all alone, OK? Hello, Miss Palmer.
Hubble.
Nurse! - He's gone into a coma.
- Code blue from intensive ward.
Code blue from intensive ward.
Miss Palmer, what's going on? It's too late.
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Something mutated in that Atavus chamber.
We have no evidence of any mutants running around.
- I'm gonna need solid proof.
- Don't you get it?! They're here! These Atavus.
They're for real, and we'll all gonna be in serious trouble if you don't step up to the plate.
Get her! Take her down! I want her unharmed I detect a slight arousal in you.
Two life forms, different planets.
I just don't think we're a match.
Only the strong survive, human.
I'm strong enough.
Well we'll see about that.
Here's your evidence.
Oh, god! Renée, I urge you to reconsider.
No, I have to find him.
He's here, somewhere, he's waiting for me.
Your impulses are overwhelming your reason.
He is not your destiny.
Here he is.
Renée, listen to me.
The energy that Da'an gave you, that you carry inside you, it will protect you from his hunger, not his last.
Renée! I knew you'll come to me.
So, The human mating rituals are violent one.
Our species have something in common.
In the twenty-first century, an alien species known as the Taelons came to Earth with a promise of peace.
They lied Their true agenda was to dominate us.
After years of struggle the Taelons have perished living more aggressive beings in their wake, the Atavus.
My name is Renée Palmer.
My mission is to stop this new species from dominating our planet.
This is Earth Final Conflict.
Season 5 Episode 3 "THE SEDUCTION" Renée, are you ok? Yeah.
- Yeah, I think so.
- What was it? A dream.
About our new aliens, a nightmare actually.
Well, Hubble's office has been trying to reach you.
He's put together a meeting.
He says you've got one shot to convince them all about the Atavus.
You'd better make it good.
When? If you left twenty minutes ago, you just make it.
You You know anything about dreams? Well, Freud thought that they represented unconcious desires.
Why? - Nothing, never mind.
- Your coat.
You're looking at the hand I severed from the Atavus leader, Howlyn.
The fingers extend to form a cleave that is used to feed on human lifeforce.
Well the lab says it's definitely have alien origin.
Carbon based with a humanoid skeletal structure possessing abnormal levels of quantum energy.
- Technically, it's still alive.
- And so are these aliens.
Now, I suggest you assembled an elite strike force to hit them hard and fast.
Now, I think I can get us passed the mothership shields.
- Once we're onboard - Thank you, Miss Palmer, but right now we don't know for certain wether or not this mutated limb came from a Taelon meat locker.
I assure you, it did not.
And I can assure you we are not putting lifes on a line until we have more substantial evidence of an alien presence.
Now, in his absence, director Hurick has ordered me to turn things over to Interpol's senior strategist.
John Besson.
Oh, thank you, agent Patrichio.
For now, we'll obviously going to keep this, evidence, restricted to the agencies involved.
Phase one will of course be to verify the presence of a hostile alien.
Then in phase two, our research team will will find out that is too late to do anything about it.
I told Hubble and I'm telling you, there's a deadly new species parked in our orbit and they make the Taelons, look like pacifists.
We have to strike now if we're going to stand a chance.
Damn it Hubble! You sent that oh that's right, hide you, two-faced in a He's right, here.
Hello Renée.
First, you don't believe the Atavus are real, nevermind I risked my life to bring you a solid proof.
now you lay low with the rest of your mignons drag their feet.
Oh Slow down! Look, I believe you, ok? But if these creatures are what you say they are, then they're a global problem, meaning, this situation requires international coorporation and strict adherence to the protocol.
So you're appoint some spineless diplomat do to what? - Study the Atavus to death? No offence.
- Some taken, I'm not to much about to deny myself the benefit of your experience miss Palmer.
As for my spine, trust me, I found it in the S.
I.
war diffusing chemical bombs in the Ychinh.
Launch a nuclear strike, Hubble.
Blow them out of the sky, now! Not an option.
Look, the mothership is in a degrading orbit and the fire power require to take her out will contaminate the entire atmosphere.
Look, Besson is in charge.
Fine.
The mothership shields will be down in three hours.
If you don't have a team ready to move, you lose your window.
Best salvage crews haven't been able to crak those shields? How are you planing on getting thru? I've got an I.
D shuttle and the guts to use it, apparently you don't.
Now you hold it right there, Renée! You'll do nothing until we properly assess the situation.
Oh, or you'll do what? Arrest me? Quarantine me to death? Right we can't have a loose cannon running around, now can we? Look Renée I'm asking you to stand down, as a friend, a friend who doesn't want to lose you.
I don't need friends.
I need allies.
The Taelon ship has begun to absorb our bio-***.
Much more comfortable surroundings.
Are all systems functional? Yes, aside from the weapon's array.
The human race is more useful to us alive, Howlyn.
The human race is nothing more than a vermine who evolve around our world.
My world! Besides, we cannot possibly feed upon five and half billion humans.
It would be gloutony.
But you could use the chambers to create hybrids.
You could enslave this planet rather than destroy it.
I've told our human friend about the joining procedure.
And you prefer to see your species compromised? Co-opted rather than eradicated? As part of your and my domain, yes.
This would mean bringing humans, to the ship.
By small groups, I would begin with advisers to world leaders, a few minister hybridize and they'll return to their regular duties, with a new loyalty to us to you.
Very well.
You're bouded to show results, or I would deal with your species in a less refined manner.
Sandoval ensure that Renée Palmer is among the humans brought to the ship for joining.
It will be a pleasure.
Yes it will.
What?! Back to the mothership - are you completely insane? - That what I said.
Is this some kind of way in your dream therapy? Because I could probably suggest some much healthier alternatives.
It has nothing to do with my dreams, Street.
I'm the only one who knows how to get pass to the mothership shields.
Simple.
Hubble has the shields protocol too.
- I hacked them from Sandoval when he beded you up there.
- Sure Hubble's got them, but he won't use them, I will.
- It's the only way to force me in.
- Would you just wait a second, look.
You've done your bed, ok? The military has been dealing with aliens for years, it's about time they stepped up, I think we can trust them to handle it from here.
Ok, ok, fine.
Fine, just let me get my stuff.
Sorry.
It's a one woman job.
Besides I need your backup.
Renée be carefull.
OK Street, I'm on final approach.
Could you scan the shield array.
Roger that, I've got your signal.
Now we thrust the needle.
OK, go into I.
D.
for 3.
8 seconds at bearing 791.
Come out of the I.
D decelerate 43 kilometers per hour at bearing 270.
It should work.
Should? Ok, you're thru the shield, but you're gonna crash, decelerate.
- Decelerate! - I've no time.
OK, I'm in.
- Thanks Street.
- Hey, you did all the work.
Just stay cool.
Try not to meet up with any nightmares.
Deck 5 Corridor 7.
Raj'el what happened? How did they capture you.
They pursued relentlessly as this their nature, and I yielded which in part is mine.
However, my energy is toxic to the Atavus, so they had little choice but to keep me in isolation.
Yeah, well you were pretty toxic to us only we didn't have the option of isolation.
Renée I am the first and the last of my brethren.
I carry inside me the collective remorse of an entire race.
To tell us an apology.
Damn it! I can't do it, I can't get you out.
My fate rests here with the Atavus.
It is as it should be.
Renée, this is Earth final conflict.
How you handle this crisis will determine whether or not your species enters the golden age, or disappears into the abyss.
- Raj'el, what is it? - I sense nearby, the heat of mutation.
A change in the genetic frequency of a lifeform.
The victim is Human.
- Human? - It is an obscenity that could destroy your kind.
Go Renée, stop it while you can.
You must hurry.
I'll be back for you.
One hundred and fifteen degrees.
Bingo! Seize her! What was the device connected to? The shield modulation circuits.
Keep searching.
Make sure miss Palmer didn't leave any other little surprises.
Mister Besson, we're ready to receive your visitors.
Damin it, you disobeyed a direct order.
You had no right to go up to that ship by yourself.
Save it Hubble.
I'm telling you Sandoval is bringing human captives onboard and forcing them into some kind of fusion procedure - with the Atavus.
- What? - What are you talking about? - You heard me.
Listen kiddo you've been under a lot of stress lately.
Don't patronize me.
Fine! You're out.
You're off the team ok? - I won't have a hard head just going behind my back.
- Fine, I'm out.
But the shields go down in one hour and you're still sitting here, twilling your thumbs.
- Renée - I know, I know.
You don't want to lose anybody you care about.
You just did.
Give me some good news, will you? Bad news first.
I'm not getting a signal from the jammer you plugged into the shield modulators.
- They must have found it.
- What? Where do you put the other one? The main power conduit, it'll black-out and take down the shields.
Ok, the good news is, it doesn't look like they've found that one yet.
But there's something else.
You know how we worked getting any readings from the mothership portals? Yeah.
They've been recalibrated, to a frequency that's almost off the scale.
- Portals are active? - Very Over the past few hours, fifteen people have gone up for short visits, usually about twenty minutes long.
They all get return to a public portal station in Washington, at seven and Stanton.
And when they return, their bio-energy signature has been suddenly altered.
They're not the same person.
And I don't think they just quit smoking.
Grab you gear.
Let's go over that portal.
Good evening Director Urik.
I take that you're in contact with the crew of the European Space Station mister Besson.
Yes sir, what do you ask? I've known Miss Palmer for too long to completly disregard her story, if her claims are correct there will be a disruption in the mothership shields within the hour.
We've got to move.
Within the hour? The approvals alone to form a tactical team will take days.
To hell with the approvals.
I've got the mothership shield protocols from Juliette Street.
And with them, we can breach the shuttle bay.
Excellent.
Let me get out off this suit and get up there.
What? Alone? No, I need a pilot.
And an I.
D.
shuttle, I heard a rumor your governement has one under ***.
European intelligence is better than I thought.
We're wasting time here.
Shall we? Portal coordinates? Zoulou Zoulou Tango, Ask Your Papa.
What the hell is this? Mister Hubble Urik, congratulations on your appointment as Director of the FBI, I suppose that would make you my superior.
Anyone with half an ounce of integrity is your superior.
Integrity? This from the man who tried to have me assassinated.
I was just performing a public service: eliminating mankind greastest pariah.
And you failed! So, you always had a special place in my heart.
I'd like to make some introductions.
Howlyn, and Juda.
Yes, there is a new alien species around and they have some rather interesting appetities and abilities.
For example, the Atavus can regenerate limbs.
I believe you've already seen Howlyn's hand.
Son of a bitch! You're to be joined with an Atavus.
It's a simple procedure, really.
It'll take care of that nasty flesh wound.
More importantly, you'll be back at work within the hour, with a new sense of purpose, as a hybrid.
Like Besson, here.
Escort director Urik to his quarters.
You traitorous bastard! Trading in your human dignity.
Have you any sense of the loyalty? What choice did I have after you cast me into exil? Sir.
Okay, now I should be able to scan every person stepping out of the portal system, including destination and DNA profile.
Routine maintenance sir, your tax-tollers at work.
- Evelyn, give me Hubble would you.
- I haven't seen him for a couple of days.
Strange.
Oh, have him page, tell him his farorites lunatic call.
Besson? Miss Palmer How very nice to see you again.
Renée, he came from the mothership.
Don't even think about it.
It looks like you made your deal with the devil.
Miss Palmer your tenacity has to be admire, but you're fighting a losing battle.
It would have been just fine, humanity would have been just fine.
If you've let me alone, blow these Atavus to bits in that submarine.
I had to do what I had to do.
As you well know, I lost my compassion for a pathetic species a long time ago.
Case in point.
Excuse me, I must announce your arrival The lord of the manor is expecting you.
Hello again.
Hello again.
I'm just gonna take a look.
That asshole alien stab me with some kind of finger cleave.
Apparently I'm headed for a joining procedure and turned me into an hybrid.
And if I don't I'm dead.
- Howlyn, I wish to - Join us.
I wish to inform you that all is proceeding according to plan.
Aids for all aged nation leaders.
The key members of Interpol, will be co-opted within 48 hours.
FBI Director, Hubble Urik, is next in line for joining.
Whoever they are, I'm certain they'll make useful hybrids.
They will.
I should also inform you that I managed to acquire Miss Renée Palmer.
She's on board in a holding cell.
Why do you waste your time, obsessing over this human female? She wouldn't last an hour in your bed.
You have other priorities.
I want to choose my own priorities.
And my own lovers.
Let go and make yourself useful and find your own human to join with.
I should have listen to you, Renée.
When the Taelons disappeared I just wanted it to be over.
No more aliens.
I've doomed us all.
No.
Nobody's doomed yet.
Who's Sandoval talking about when he say "He's been expecting You".
Howlyn, he's their prince of darkness.
You're going into shock.
I got to get you out of this ship.
We've got to mobilize every damn darn force on the planet.
Nevermind that pull out that strike team.
We've got to vaporize these bastards.
Music to my ears.
Why do you keep taking your watch? You'll see, I left a little surprise on the bridge - What was that? - That is our cue.
All systems should be down long enough for us to get out of here.
Come on.
Easy.
Bridge, what happened? An explosion on the primary conduit.
- We're trying to repair the damage.
- Forget that.
Do a bypass through the secondary.
That will expose engineering personal at toxic levels of radiation.
Do it! I'm sending you to a friend of mine.
That Street kiddo.
Her name is Juliette Street, and you can trust her.
More than any of your people, believe me.
She'll get you to an E.
R Renée Palmer, find her.
My pleasure.
It's better if you stay out of this one for now.
- Why are you staying here? - To disarm the shields permanently.
Look, Street has a global.
Send up that strike team.
Get the chest wound in care of, hang in there Hubble, I don't want loose you either.
Come on, Renée.
Where are you? Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
Give me a secure comlink.
- Ok.
- I've got to call the President.
- Contact deputy Patrichio.
- OK.
Tell him Tell him Renée was right about the aliens.
He's got to launch a strike.
- Everything he's got.
- OK.
Before it's too late.
Dr Sylas, it's Street.
I'm calling in that favour.
Send Michael Stritch immediately.
Come one, Renée.
Get off that ship! Agent Sandoval, someone's trying to access the main shield controls.
Location.
Deck five, corridor six.
My fate rest here, with the Atavus.
Like hell it does.
Raj'el is not here.
He has to gone for a walk.
Your compassion at nature will be a damn fall miss Palmer.
Come.
You presence is requested in the joining.
Let's stifled that nasty mission of your, shall we? I knew you would come to me.
She cannot be joined! The taelon core energy in her system must be protecting her from feeding, and joining.
How inconvenient.
With humans, there are some women who's simply can not be possessed.
We shall see.
Bring her to my deck.
Now.
Help Renée.
Thank you for your call Miss Street.
We handle things from here.
He's worse.
Well, you've done a commendable job miss.
I mean, there's no doubt you save director Urik's life.
Now one of my agents will escort you, back to headquarters, - to debrief you and - No.
No, no, no, no.
I'm gonna to debrief you.
Your boss has been cleaved by an Atavus.
He suffered serious internal bleeding and his eletro-physiology is a mess.
- Well, I'll talk to one - Director Urik told me to tell you the aliens are exactly the way Renée Palmer described, and you need to launch a strike force immediately.
I believe everything you've got were his exact words.
I can't launch a military action, risk the lives of a strike team on the word of a on your word alone.
Director Urik and the President are the only ones with that authority Well, then call the damn President, does he look like he can resume command anytime soon? - I said, we'll handle it.
- When? After he dies and you get his job? - Agent Ranesh.
- Listen to me.
- You can get her out of here now.
- My friend is still on that mothership.
- Look, I'm telling you the truth.
- Get her out of here now We don't have a lot of time.
Just do the right thing! Launch the damn strike! You've dreamt about me.
How did you know? It's to be expected.
A natural part of our connection.
I want no connection to you.
But you do.
Look inside at your deepest desire.
The part of you that you *** make us as powerfully alive as you are.
Yeah that one.
Feeling that you are incomplete, disconnected, I can end that.
- You end lives.
- Not yours.
Now, I cannot feed on you or join with you, but I can still kill you.
That I am certain.
Yet, I desire you.
If you look past your prejudices.
You'd realize that you feel the same way.
And you do.
Admit it.
No.
Admit it.
You are not worthy of him.
How dare you interrupt me? She's a human! A weak sub-species.
Failed.
And you would have her as mate, even after she has killed our own.
If I so choose.
And we're superior, *** There's your kingdom.
Bring her back to me.
Unharmed.
I believe Howlyn wishes to see Miss Palmer alive.
I'm aware of his wish.
See that you're not too affective a concubine.
I assure you, the more pleasure you give him the more painful your death will be.
Take her to him.
I saw the change in Besson They've done the same thing to you, haven't they? Look, you don't have to do this.
I can help you.
Find a way to reverse the process.
Think about it: The core energy that protects you from an Atavus joining, is also crossing through my veins.
You're not a hybrid.
What I do is of my own free will miss Palmer.
Blessing of the Atavus.
Howlyn? Come on, I know you're here.
You can forget the hit mental stab this time.
If you me to admit I want you.
Well the only thing I'll admit, is that you have some sort of strange pull some primal animal magnetism.
That's probably part of your hunting technique, that's all.
I don't want you, and I never will.
I'll resist you with my last breath.
We shall see.
Can you look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't desire me? By completly yielding to an opponent stength a warrior can come to understand his weakness and learn how to defeat him.
Resist me! You are mind conquer Get away from me Taelon! She is mine! No, Howlyn.
She shall have her freedom today.
The neurologist told me he had a complete biochemical shut down.
that along with cardio-respiratory failure.
There's not much we can do.
I'm sorry.
Renée? Yeah.
Can you give us a minute please? Hubble our medical science can't help you anymore, and I need you alive.
I can take you back to the mothership, even if you have to go through a joining you'll heal, it'll buy some time and we can find a way to reverse the hybrid process later.
No, no.
I've been a two-faced pending all my life.
Time to take a stand.
What the hell of a grade is that? I won't be around help you kick some more alien butt.
You can help now.
Talk to Patrichio.
Order the strike.
Listen to me, you'd be carefull with this salvages.
Use your head, not your heart.
It's Renée Palmer.
Get me Patrichio, tell him it's urgent.
Don't try to go all alone, OK? Hello, Miss Palmer.
Hubble.
Nurse! - He's gone into a coma.
- Code blue from intensive ward.
Code blue from intensive ward.
Miss Palmer, what's going on? It's too late.
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