Cosmic Sin (2021)

[bunniefuu]

Take it off.

I've always wanted
to f*ck in this thing.

Wait.

Do you listen?

We're literally the only people
on this f*cking rock.

Baby.

Baby, the world is ours.

"Enchanté"?
What is that, French?

What the f*ck?

Another ship in orbit.

Something is here.

There's nothing there.

Look.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Show you more.

See, babe?

We're 100% absolutely alone.

Stay there.

Felix.

Felix?

Felix?

Niro, you up there?

Loud and clear. What?

Put me through
to the Alliance Command

this is an emergency.

This is Captain Juda Sayle
of the Vander Corp

mining vessel 4217.

I need to report
an FC incident.

Repeat, I need to report
an FC incident.

This is Alliance Command.

Did you say an FC incident?

Correct.

I think it's the first contact.

Captain, it is
crucial you answer the following

was the contact positive
or negative for both species?

Um... our security officer

uh, uh, uh, he's sh*t.

Uh, uh, uh...

Was first contact
positive or negative?

Positive or negative?

Six years running

you can't ever be on time
for Thanksgiving.

I can't solve everybody's
g*dd*mn problems.

Why do you even bother saying
you're coming home?

I got another call
coming through.

Go for Ryle.

Sir, there's been an
incident on a Vander...

Handle it.

It's my one f*ckin' night off
all year. What is it?

A credible FC encounter
was just reported.

Come again?

Survivors of the encounter are
en route to McMillian Airfield.

What are your orders, sir?

I want you to tell
Commander Tieve

to contact Dr Lea Goss.

Do you understand me?

Listen to me.

Get me James Ford.

- Sir?
- You heard me.

Get him to the base,
tell no one.

I'm 40 minutes out. Do it.

Copy that.

Thanks for meeting me.

I got a job for you.

Cash.

Quick job.
But it's on...

Good evening, General.

Oh, wait.

You're just a civilian now,
like the rest of us, ain't you?

See, the boys and I prefer
not to share your company.

So if you could kindly take your
murderous ass someplace else

we'd really appreciate it.

Once upon a time, you were
a big bad m*therf*cker

but now...

But now?

Uh, come on, fellas.
Fellas, fellas.

Get out, boys,
while you're still alive.

Mr James Ford.

Ruining another Friday night
for all.

What?
When I hear music, I dance

and tonight, the universe
is singing a tune

that will change everything.

God, you still talk so much.

Oh, well, you're listening.

How you doing, Dash?

Oh, I'm good.

Hmm. Are you still living
in the shadows

of your old commander?

Hey, man, half the world
wants to fight him

the other half wants
to buy him a drink

so either way,
I come out on top.

I'll take that as a "yes".

Uh, Mr Ford, General Ryle
is requesting

your inimitable counsel

for a situation
that may change the cosmos

as we humble cavemen know them.

No.

No?

Well, let nobody accuse you
of being a poet.

He needs you.

The whole world needs you.

Well...

the world needs something.

They made it clear
that it's not me.

Si vis pacem, para bellum.

The last time I heard
that saying

you used it as an excuse
to justify dropping

a Q-b*mb on 70 million souls.

I was following orders
from the Alliance.

Orders you issued to yourself,
hmm?

But guess what Ryle
told the Alliance Senate?

You want peace

you get ready for w*r.

He's offered to reinstate you.

Hey, we're sort
of a package deal now

so, here you go.

Thank you.

Pay my tab.

Drinks are on Marcus, thank you.

Have a good night.

Make sure he knows
we're serious.

Charming.

Situation status, Defcon 4.

All hands to the stations...

Um, uh, I mean,
he sh*t our security officer.

H-he sh*t... um, uh.

Are you kidding me?

Oh, sh*t.

What is he doing here?

Relax, you two.
Play nice.

Ryle simply wants you to advise.

I can't give advice
if I don't know the situation.

Where is Ryle?

Incoming, to protect us.

Protect us from what?

Possible first contact.

It wasn't SETI, it wasn't NASA

just a couple of roughnecks
bumping uglies in the boonies.

Is this real?

I think so.

It feels real.

Well, I mean,
this changes everything.

They say that
about a lot of things

but I still pay my taxes
and the sun still rises

so let's see.

Hey, you guys, uh,
you seem kinda chill about this.

Do you not
understand the implications

of this first contact?

We may not be alone
in the universe.

Do you think aliens have music?

Do you think they dance?

Do you think
they pay your bar tab?

The Vandermeer is dropping
out of quant space.

Landing in Bay 3.

Right now,
you're on the proverbial bench.

Ryle might call you up
for a Hail Mary.

So, you know the drill.

Hurry up and wait.

One thing.

If I were you

prepare a Q-b*mb.
Immediately.

Go for Sergeant Locke.

Give me a quant tech.

Now.

Hi, baby! I missed you.

Did you miss me?

Yeah, you did.
Mwah!

- Hey, wrench!
- Who's a good boy?

- Hold up!
- Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Leave's been cancelled.

Come on, Sarge,
don't do this to me!

You're in the parking lot,
you're on base

means you're still on duty.

We got some secret
squirrel sh*t goin' on

and they need a wrench
who can work the quant port.

Hey.

I'm callin' you wrench
cos you're an engineer.

Well, I have plans
with friends.

Your only friend
is the Alliance.

Well, now, you see

if I actually got
the leave I was promised

I could, you know, have a life.

I mean, what do they need
a quant tech for

at 1:00am anyway?

How the hell do I know?
It's above our pay-grade

but I did see old man Ford
on deck, so...

What do you want me to do?

You want me to tell 'em
I couldn't get to you

before you left?

Wow.
What happened to your friends?

With all due respect, Sarge,
f*ck you.

Quant port failure.

Error code GR-76.

Yeah, you couldn't be easy,
could you, Johnny?

Who the hell is Johnny?

Oh, it's Johnny Q,
the quant port.

Yeah, I get it.

How much time do you need?

Uh... ten?

You got five.

Well, I'm gonna need ten.

Fine, Ryle just sent you
the authorisation codes.

Alrighty.

Q-b*mb generation authorised.

Uh, sir...
what do they need a Q-b*mb for?

To jump-start a car.

How the hell should I know?

Should be on a beach
drinkin' a mai tai.

This is just a drill, right?

More than likely.

OK, she should be ready
in 15 minutes.

What happened to ten?

Is what it is, Sarge.

The Vandermeer
is landing in Bay 6.

Let's go.

No smoking behind
the wire, specialist.

Yes, sir.

I don't give a damn if your
uncle is our boss or not.

Just enjoyin' the view, sir.

The hell's happenin',
by the way?

I couldn't tell you
even if I knew.

So they cancelled
our leave this weekend

just so we could
play rent-a-cop?

It's locals weekend
at the titty bar, sir

you could've came with.

I've told you this
a thousand times.

Sacrifice is the
currency of soldiering.

Quit bein' a smart ass.

Yes, sir.
Just doin' the job.

Fine.

You know what the hell's
goin' on?

We're about to find out.

Where are they going?

Contamination protocol.

f*ck that, we don't have time.

I need to interview
the survivors immediately.

Every second that passes...

Statute four,
paragraph three states

"Decontamination protocol
must be..."

Protocol?

It is protocol to contact
the senate at first contact.

I'm guessing Ryle wants to know
what we're facing

before he starts to panic.

And I need to determine
whether first contact

was a net positive or negative
for either species

while the events are still fresh
in their minds.

Let me do my job.

Ryle's three minutes out.

Why aren't you back
at your post?

What's goin' on here?

Eyes open, mouth shut.

Are you OK?

Hey.

f*ck.

Hands in the air.

- Hands in the air!
- Don't sh**t!

Cease advancing or I will sh**t.

f*ck this.

That's a f*cking soldier.
Back, Doc!

Out! Out!

Aim for the eyes!
Aim for the eyes!

Back, back, back!

What do you think you're doing?

The bitch spit acid
and melted a face!

What the f*ck was that?

Hostiles are on the base.

I repeat,
hostiles are on the base.

Let me out!

I'm so sorry.

- Let me the f*ck out!
- I'm so sorry!

Braxton, hold your position.

Doc, get out of there,
get out of the way!

Amazing.

Amazing? What, do you wanna
f*ck it or k*ll it?

- Doc, move!
- Do not engage!

I'm makin'
an executive decision.

We go now!

Go, go, go!

Where's the arsenal?

About three hangars
down that way, sir.

Ford, what the f*ck
are you doing?

Don't be a hero.

Move, move!

Watch out for the blood!

Stay away from the blood!

Sir?

No!

It's a f*cking bloodbath!

Alright, that's it,
I'm calling it.

Oh, he's here.
He's here!

Lockdown in effect.

- General Ryle, sir.
- The f*ck is happening?

The aliens are camouflaged
as survivors

of the Vander, sir.

Put the base on lockdown.

- Yes, sir.
- No one gets out.

Where's Ford?

Sir, the last time I saw him,
he was headed to the arsenal.

f*ck.

Whoa.

They're goin' after the Vander.
They're tryin' to escape.

You're OK.

Alright, just relax.

Put some pressure.

I don't wanna turn
into one of them.

- Breathe.
- No, I'm scared.

- I'm so scared.
- Alright, I got you.

Don't be scared.

Don't be scared,
don't fall apart on me, OK?

I need you.

They don't just die.

- OK.
- They're inside of me.

- I can feel one going...
- Listen to me!

Take this w*apon.

And you get yourself back in
that fight.

You hear me?

- This is across the front, sir.
- How many are left?

Four of them, sir.

- Where's Braxton?
- In the sh*t, sir.

Get east, get closer,
lock it up.

Move, move, move, move!

The electronic pulser field.

I'll do it manually.

Cover my six.

f*ck!

The Sarge is down.

I repeat, the Sarge is down.

I need medevac!

Come on, you gotta do something!

I'm a doctor, not a god.

He was right,
don't let 'em out!

Know how to use that thing?

OK, lay down cover!

Door's not closing!

Silence protocol activated.

They figured out how
to use our weapons in seconds.

I mean, it's a good thing
we were there to save the day.

Shut up, Dash.

The good news, uh,
we got our bloodwork back

and there are no anomalies.

The death toll is still at 53.

From the top.

Four hours ago,
the crew of the Vander

made first contact
in the Heracles system.

They believe we're hostile.

The Alliance Senate
is requesting an update.

Tell 'em I'm on it.

And now the politicians are
stuck debating the next move?

You know what to do now.

No, I don't.

But she may.

Some years back,
a First Lieutenant

wrote a thesis
on behavioural biology.

Please.

"To k*ll a culture is to k*ll
the very idea of creation.

It is a sin against the cosmos
to wipe out a civilisation.

But we often forget that liberty
is not given

liberty is gained.

And in the event
of first contact

humanity must strike first

to ensure the continued survival
of our species."

Just for the record,
I was 25

when I wrote that
as a thought exercise

not as a blueprint for genocide.

However,
the facts are still true.

But what if...

We don't have time for what if.

What happened up there
between the Vander

and this alien force
has set this in motion.

Operation Cosmic Sin
is now a go.

We're not gonna wait for them
to bring the fight to us

we're gonna take it to them.

Better them than us.

But we must consider
that the force

that was met with the crew
at the Vandermeer

was a...

- rogue faction of their species.
- OK.

Like the separatists at Safdie.

Alien t*rrorists?

- Alright, enough.
- A faction that...

Enough, enough, enough.

Enough.

Do you see these stars?

You're dismissed.

Thank you.

Not easy, is it?

What's that?

Giving orders
is a lot harder

than followin' 'em, right?

If I do this,
you're gonna restore

my... my rank and my pension.

Let me ask you a question.

You really think you got
what it takes

to get this job done?

Ask me that again.

I dare you.

Hold it.

Stop!

Communication
with Ellora unavailable.

Please remain calm.

Medevacs requested
for west gate.

Medevacs requested
for west gate.

Take him.

f*ck!

You're goin' after them,
aren't you...

Don't even ask.

Sir, I have every right
to be on this mission.

I was the first one
to k*ll one of those things.

I heard it was a lucky sh*t.

All of our sh*ts
are lucky sh*ts, sir.

You have put in for leave.
You're dismissed.

I'm not leaving, sir,
put me in the fight!

You!

Are dismissed, specialist.

Sir, this isn't fair.

Fair?

You are my responsibility, mine.

Don't talk to me about fair.

Take him to the brig.

Wait, wait.

You would send them off to w*r

but you wouldn't send
your own family?

Don't f*ck this up.

Let him go!

It's somethin', huh?

We didn't know whether to
burn it or put it in a museum.

I'm sure they said
the same thing about me.

Quant fuel loaded.
Quant fuel loaded.

Arms up.

Ready now.

Icarus suit ready.

Icarus suit ready.

OK, so the Icarus suits
are rated for terra

orbital and quantum warfare.

Hey, who do you think I am?

Ford's drinking buddy.

You never heard
of the Red Rider of Puja

the Slayer of Eos?

Hmm, must have been
before my time.

How did that feel?

You should know.

A question about the objective

do we know
where their homeworld is?

No, we do not.
Until we get those coordinates

we play defense
right into Ellora.

An Alliance battalion force
on Ellora

sh*t down one of their ships.

Yeah, we find these ships

we track the radiation
right back to their homeworld.

We may not speak their language

but math and physics
are generally consistent

- throughout the universe.
- Right.

I mean, radiation
is how we map the stars

in the first place.

This could work.

OK.
We good?

- Good.
- Let's go.

Sir.

Uh, during the att*ck

I picked up on a large amount
of tachyon interference.

I think it came
from one of them.

I-I mean, a pulse that size

anyone with the right equipment
could track it

and... find us
within six or seven hours.

So... they know where we are.

Q-b*mb, please.

I mean, sir,
you have to understand

this is very unstable.

I mean, you knock it
the wrong way

and it could take out everything
from here to Pluto.

We'll handle it with care.

This is a last resort though,
right?

Oh, yes.
Of course.

sh*t.

You, suit up.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
sir, respectfully...

We need a tech
to handle this Q-b*mb.

Are you up to it?

Has the Alliance Senate
approved any of this?

The aliens are tryin' to k*ll us

and we're stealing WMDs

and you're asking if
any of this is legal?

Let's put it this way.

Either way this works out

it's gonna be on the wrong side
of history.

Suit up.

Mankind mastered ballistics

and their species
mastered biology.

Are you scared...

or impressed?

Both.

I wonder if their hosts'
consciousness survived

any of the metamorphosis.

I mean, a larva
that turns into a butterfly

has the same soul.

Just changed.

Well, my forced
little retirement.

Dishonourable discharge.

It's given me a lot
to think about.

What's there to think about?

I mean, you wanna
catch a baseball game?

Get high?

I didn't think it was all bad.

It wasn't.

But?

You wanted to be a soldier
more than a husband.

The older I get,
the more I just...

I wanna watch the stars
with someone.

Well, if there's still a bar
standing at the end of all this

I guess you could buy me
a drink.

You ever do a quant jump before?

Uh...

Not even for fun?

Look, just tell me we're
gonna teleport and not explode.

Well, Johnny here
doesn't so much teleport you

as he rips a hole
in space-time

and then sort of kicks you
through the other side.

So, as long as there's no
tachyon interference

we should be fine.

And, uh, what if there is?

Oh, well,
then things will get, um...

interesting.

Should've stayed at the bar.

Well, it's just quantum
displacement, it's...

It's not like
it's rocket science.

Ready for glory or death,
General?

I'm ready
to get the f*ck out of here.

Quite the cast of villains
you've assembled here.

Makes me wonder if...

Careful before you finish
that comment, Commander.

Your first instinct
at first contact

made you call for
the Blood General.

What's your point?

Well, many a wise soul has said

"We see ourselves reflected
in others."

He's a warmonger,
but he's our f*ckin' warmonger.

I'm not talking about Ford

I'm talking about the enemy.

You know, many years ago

I was late
for a flight assignment

and Ford broke my nose.

I was never late again.

Yeah, Pavlovian.

Yeah, we're gonna hit him,
we're gonna hit him hard

before this w*r ever starts.

Ryle. The boy can fight.

- I go down...
- You won't.

If I do...

Like family.

The old suit's a little tight.

Yeah.

Needs a little more paint.

Kinda like me.

Someone leaked word to the press
about our alien friends.

It's like humanity
deserves to know

that we're not alone
in the universe.

Well, the Aztecs
were doing just fine

until Cortés showed up.

Well, are we the Aztecs
or Cortés?

We're about to find out.

Yeah,
we're not supposed to be here.

Well, this isn't ideal

but I think we're
in the right solar system.

So where's the planet?

We should be seeing her
any second.

It's a slaughter.

Plotting a course
to the planet.

Overriding the controls
on the suits.

Sir, respectfully, uh...

All or nothing.

AI, change course.

Activating landing protocol.

Oh, Jesus Christ, we made it.

Oh, f*ck!

Holy sh*t.

Oh, thank God.

Wait, Ryle!

What about Ford?
And Goss!

Where's Dash?

Ryle offline.

Oh, f*ck, it wasn't supposed
to go like this!

Goss offline.

I can't seem to
lock on to their suit.

They may very well be alive

but highly unlikely.

You still have the Q-b*mb?

No.
Uh, where'd it go?

OK, OK.

Hey, let's settle you down,
buddy, huh?

The alien ship
is two clicks north.

Let's get the coordinates
of their homeworld

and merc some aliens.

Yes, sir.

Oh, sh*t!

sh*t!

Take cover!

Can anyone get eyes
on the ship?

Negative.

Forget me.
Leave me and b*mb them!

I'm not leaving you behind!

Finish the mission. Order!

sh*t.

Here. Do it!

What the...

Hey!

Hey, identify yourself!

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
weapons down!

- Speak up now!
- What's goin' on?

What the f*ck is happening?

The humans they hide in,
they can't speak.

Say something.

Get that f*cking g*n
out of my face!

Like the man said!

We're friendlies, yeah?

Captain Nolan.
Sol Cantos.

Man, you look like sh*t.

Thank you.

You a medic?

I mean, I usually operate
on machines.

So you're a wrench.
Could've just said something.

Hey, hey, we've got a man down!

Any of you a doctor or nurse?

So you think he's gonna make it
or not?

I mean,
I need to get his armour off

I can't see his wound.

So, how's y'all's morning been?

That a serious
f*cking question?

Dude... just tryin'
to make some conversation.

Are you guys supposed
to be the cavalry?

Where the f*ck is the Iron Army?

We're sort of here
on our own volition.

We lost, uh, half of our squad
on re-entry.

We had 300-strong battalion
this mornin'.

Aliens came
and f*cked us up.

We're lookin' for a down ship.

Right around there.

I wouldn't, the forest
is full of enemy patrol.

But if you have to,
cut that way, go around back

I'll watch the civilians,
you have his back.

Uh, he's losing a lot of blood.

We're takin' them over
to the orbital cannon

just east of here.

There's a med bay,
we could take him

get him fixed up.

Hey. You even think about dyin',
I'll f*ckin' k*ll you.

God knows
I'm too handsome to die.

Right.

Keep the Q-b*mb warm.

I'll get the coordinates.

Eyes up, stay safe,
you're with me.

Let's move.

More like you're with me.

Fight on, young man.
Fight on...

OK, let's get you up, yeah?

Can't be too safe.

She was right.

Whatever powers their ships
leaves a radioactive signature.

How long is it gonna take?

Forty seconds, easy.

Oh, sh*t.

The bastard made it.

What bastard?

The bastard, James Ford.

The Blood General?

One and the same.

God, I'd love to buy that man
more than a beer.

I can't believe the Alliance
benched him after Safdie.

I mean, it was either us
or them.

Can you believe that
they said

he was too violent for w*r?

I mean, do they not understand
that it takes a monster

to k*ll a monster?

I'm not even gonna get started
on how they cut our armed forces

down to a third.
I mean, sh*t.

Completely took out my unit.

It's unbelievable.

Coordinates recovered.

Coordinates recovered.

Relay coordinates
to Corporal Ardene.

Unable to complete request.

Tachyon interference.

f*ck.
This f*ckin' piece of sh*t.

We could head
to the orbital cannon

three clicks southwest.

There's a comms bay,
we could get some signal out.

What about Ford?

You really think he's alive?

Concussion detected.

Please seek medical attention.

Concussion detected.

Please seek medical attention.

Unable to translate.

Unable to translate.

Ford.

We've got the coordinates
to their homeworld.

Let's get to the base
and find the quant port.

Just keep movin'.

Just keep movin'.

This is Dr Y...

The invaders, they have a way
to transfer their...

their assets.

They are parasites.

They use their blood
to procreate.

They hijack
not only the host's body

but their minds.

They are one army.

One mind.

Security door malfunction.

Please seek emergency shelter.

Hey, here's the coordinates.

There's too much
tachyon interference

the quant ports are useless.

We would have to go into orbit
to fire the Q-b*mb.

f*ck!

How you doin', youngster?

No lying down on the job,
k*ller.

How you holdin' up, soldier?

Peachy.

I'm f*ckin' terrified.

You're alright.

You're gonna miss my voice.

What are you doing?

He was gonna die anyway.

He was...

He was just...

Who d*ed?

Ahem.

Not now.

How are you still alive?

Lucky.

Here I was thinkin' that we were
way more advanced than them.

They built this 90,000 miles
above our heads.

That there is a stabilised
quantum space gate.

That's impossible.

You can't make a space gate
that big.

They can connect any two points
in the universe.

They can bring their army here?

Yeah.

What's the status of the Q-b*mb?

It's stable for now.

If we wanna launch the Q-b*mb,
we need to get into orbit.

So I gotta be the one
that says it?

Maybe we blow us
and them all to hell

when their fleet arrives.

I mean, well, technically,
we'd all be sucked to hell

in the black hole
the Q-b*mb creates.

Being sucked off by the universe
doesn't sound

like the worst way to go.

You think they have something
more powerful than us?

They don't wanna destroy us.

They don't want us dead.

Colonisation?

That's what we would do
if we had the upper hand.

You know...

we could just...
send it to them.

We can't just surrender.

Nobody's surrendering.

I mean, we are in the middle
of an orbital cannon.

Why can't we just
load the Q-b*mb

and sh**t it
through the space gate?

If... if I can get it
back online

then... then we could,
maybe.

But that still
doesn't answer the question

of how we're gonna
close the space gate.

Maybe we can't.

If we can't, we'll be sucked

into the black hole
the Q-b*mb creates.

But we'll save everybody else.

Part of the job.

Quantum bridge detected.

Quantum bridge stability
at 87%.

Hey, can I get a word, boss?

Alone.

Look, I've been thinkin'.

Did it hurt?

This is... Nah, this is crazy.

We don't need this sh*t.

Come on, you and me.

What do you say?

There's no hard feelings
if you wanna split.

Like, really?

Yeah, really.

Oh...

f*ck it.

I always thought I'd die
standing with a g*n in my hand.

Let's do it.

Oh...

Hey. Are these yours?

Did you lose these?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Mm-hm.

Are you... how did you get here?
Are you here by yourself?

Is your mum here?
Is your dad here?

OK.

OK,
everything's gonna be OK now.

Yeah,
everything's gonna be OK.

The good guys are here now.

We're gonna be...
we're gonna be OK.

Oh, wow!

That looks so cool.

Can I borrow those?

When I go into space,
can I wear them?

I can't?

Oh, come on.

Hey, shh.

We're gonna be OK.

Everything's gonna be OK.

Yeah, I promise.

b*mb detected.

Please take care when activating
the orbital cannon.

I've fought these things.

If we leave that door open,
they're gonna charge in

and we can make this
the k*ll box.

Good.

Hard to imagine
that something so small

caused so much damage.

What we do here is easy.

The hard part
is you're living with it.

You got somebody waiting for you
back home?

Don't end up an old soldier

living a life of regret.

You never know when the universe
is gonna take 'em away.

When you find someone

don't tell 'em what we do here.

They'll never look at you
the same way again.

Orbital cannon is online.

Eight giga-charge,
seven minutes.

Commencing long-range
comms check, 3, 2, 1.

This is Ryle.

Can anyone hear me?

Yeah, yeah, we read you.

We thought you were dead.

Should've known better.

Is Braxton alive?

Yeah, I mean, we lost, um,
Marcus and Goss.

If we don't hold
'em here, Earth will be next.

My suit is damaged.

I still have control
of the aft-thrusters.

I need the options.

A plasma sh*t
from the orbital cannon

isn't strong enough
to destroy something that size.

I know.

I want to get close
and trigger the self-destruct.

Don't tell Braxton.

He already thinks I'm dead.

I don't wanna hurt him more.

So what do you say?

Think we have a chance?

This w*r has been
playin' out in nature

for 13.8 billion years.

When two intelligent
species collide

one is always gonna
dominate the other.

No, I meant you and me.

It could be different this time.

How many Neanderthals
do you know?

Present company excepted?

We should expect
some sort of air as*ault.

Are you sure
you can handle that thing?

I've handled bigger.

You're an idiot.

Take cover!

I... like this body.

It...

agrees with me.

Could you strike me down

now that I wear her face?

Scorpions...

dancing in...

my brain.

They use us... as...

vessels, parasites.

No one deserves w*r,
but what would our kind do?

They only want warriors
when there's w*r

and then they call you
"barbarians"

when you have sacrificed
to protect them.

Our culture is w*r.

Our breeding, our prayers.

The Sigea
are the true apex race.

We have ways to make our...

great legends immortal.

I offer you this one chance.

Embrace us
or we will become you.

Nope!

We cannot coexist,
like you and your friend

the warrior and the scientist.

When you told her of
your experience in the field

she could only see you
as a monster

a butcher.

You will witness the erasure
of your species.

Hey, boss?

You think instead of, uh,
stopping a w*r

we actually might have
started one?

Orbital cannon, 50% power.

Incoming hostile fire.

Hey guys, be ready,
incoming a*tillery.

Go, go, go!

Long-range stability, 98%.

Collision imminent.

Collision imminent.

No sh*t.

Orbital cannon at 100% power.

Orbital cannon 100% power.

Ready for outer atmosphere
asset delivery.

Q-b*mb loaded into
m*ssile delivery system.

Please confirm launch.

Q-b*mb detected.

Confirm launch coordinates.

Error, not authorised.

Initiate override.

Error, not authorised.

Override.

This is fine.

This is fine.

We never wanted peace.

Event horizon established.

Enemy fleets will transit over
momentarily.

The AI won't ignite the fuel.

I'm sending you the co-ordinates
for my suit.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?
What do you mean?

Listen to me.

I know there's enough fuel
in my suit

to take this thing out.

I just need a kick.

Hey, kid.

I gotta sign out now.

Don't make it harder
than it has to be.

No, no.

There has to be another way.

If there was, trust me.

Alright.

Hey!

Standby
for a mandatory address

from the Alliance Senate leader.

Standby
for a mandatory address

from the Alliance Senate leader.

We are victorious.

Delegates on behalf

of the remaining members
of the alien civilisation

have today agreed to a total
and unconditional surrender.

This is thanks
to the heroic sacrifices

of Alliance soldiers

who acted on
prescient top-secret orders

from the Alliance Senate.

Ellora will rebuild

and with Earth's assistance

our armies will grow
stronger than ever

prepared to defend our liberty
at home and abroad.

The Alliance
remains unconquered.

United...

I wanna watch
the stars with someone.

Well, if there's still a bar
standing at the end of all this

I guess you could
buy me a drink.

May our kingdom endure

for a thousand years.

May the god of w*r
be on our side always

and may we continue our search
for peace in the cosmos.