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Colonials (2023)

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(objects clanking)

(light buzzing)

(switch clicks)

(dramatic music)

- [Zeke] Special Forces,

Special Forces, Special Forces,

reaching out to any Colonials,

reaching out to any...

(engine roaring)

(bright, brooding music)

Special Forces, Zeke,

reaching out to any

reaching to any,

reaching out to any Colonials.

I'm the last surviving,

I'm the last surviving,

I'm the last surviving.

This is day 20,000.

I'm the last surviving

member of my squadron.

This is day 20,802.

Oh, wait.

20,803.

The Exiles have

taken everything.

Earth is in ruins.

If there are any Colonials

out there, please respond.

(dramatic music)

(electricity arcing)

(calm music)

(dramatic music)

(cheerful music)

(singer vocalizing)

(Silas snoring)

- [Spark] Sunshine!

Sunshine!

(chuckles) Still

not waking up, huh?

Well, I've got

something for you.

- Hey!

Hey, stop!

- [Spark] I asked nicely,

but you didn't wake up.

- Spark!

I will end you!

- [Spark] You've programmed

me to wake you up

at approximately 6:00

AM every morning,

yet you still sleep

in like a teenager.

If I was born your parent, I'd

show you the meaning of an-

- Alarm clocks!

- [Spark] I'll show

you something alarming.

(suspenseful music)

(Silas grunting)

Your move.

- I will end you! (grunts)

Dad?

- Hey, son.

Uh, wow. You look,

uh, interesting.

- Hey, sweetie. Oh, I

think your hair looks cute.

- Ah.

- Yeah.

- Uh, Dad, like, why

did we allow our robots

to have so much personality?

- [Cyrus] That robot, Spark,

is there to keep you

disciplined, son.

- Eugh. More like a babysitter.

- Listen, your role

in this mission,

it will determine

the fate of humanity.

(whimsical music)

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I got this, Pops.

- Sweetie, how are you getting

on with Allie and Jesse?

- Uh. (scoffs)

- What?

- Look,

we're kind of in the middle

of something.

Just...

- All right.

- [Cyrus] As I was saying,

this mission also determines

whether or not you will become

a full-fledged Colonial.

- All Right!

I heard you. Don't worry, guys.

Okay, I promise, when I

land, I'll send you a full,

detailed report of

my discoveries, okay?

So, uh...

- Son?

- Tell Mom I love her,

and I'm on the way to

the hangar for inspection.

- [Cyrus] Honey, do

you know where...

- Dad?

- I don't know.

Do you you swipe right.

- Dad?

- I win!

- Whoa!

(Spark buzzing)

Spark!

No! No!

(electricity arcing)

(door whooshes)

(cheerful music)

- What's going on in here?

- Are we done?

- Um, Allie and Jesse.

- Are you good?

- [Spark] Well, more

like babysitter.

- All right, Spark?

- [Spark] I make us look good.

- So before landing,

a full inspection of

the XJ2 must be completed

according to Section

267, Subsection 45.

- Question.

- No.

Um, also, I've done

the liberty of preparing

your MLWs.

- What's an MLW?

- Oh my God, okay.

Mission log watch.

- Does it come with a

built-in alarm clock

that doesn't float around?

- [Spark] Does it come with a

human that enjoys robot urine?

- (sighs) Can we stay

focused children, okay?

We're about to

enter Earth's orbit,

and that means we graduate,

complete the mission,

become full-fledged Colonials,

and you are not screwing

it up up for me.

- I've taken the liberty

of developing a w*apon

for the XJ2 that's made

of Martian element.

- All right.

- Right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- So that means she's

ready to go, right?

- Ready to go.

- Inspection over!

(suspenseful music)

Does it have a cup holder?

- [Allie] Yeah. The only thing

she's missing is a pilot.

- So our weapons,

um, (clears throat)

they can, like, totally

eliminate Exile forces, right?

- Let's hope it doesn't

come to that, but obviously.

- Great.

- So besides the mission,

be careful where you-

(impact thuds)

(Allie groans)

- Whoa!

(objects clattering)

What's going on?

- That, my friends, was

the shockwave of a solar flare.

- [Spark] Before the ship

went offline,

I tapped into the ship's

sensory system, and it turns out

we just flew right into a

hidden EMP barrier of sorts.

(suspenseful music)

- Let's get to the command room

and figure out what's

actually going on.

Silas?

- Uh-

- Let's go.

- Everybody, just,

you know, stay calm.

Let's not jump-

(impact thuds)

(Allie groans)

- That was not an EMP! That

was a ship attacking us!

(suspenseful music)

(engine roaring)

(electricity arcing)

- Is this thing ready to fly?

- Ready as it'll ever be.

- All right. I'm taking her out.

Everyone, to your

stations! Pronto!

(suspenseful music)

- Spark?

- [Spark] Silas?

- We've got a love/hate

relationship, but I-

- [Spark] Well, that

makes one of us.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Bet you wish you

had a suit like this.

- [Spark] Bet you wish you

hadn't shrunk your jacket.

- It looks like the EMP disabled

most of our ship's controls.

- Ah! Our shields

are completely down!

- Yeah?

Not only that, but,

(grunts) we have no control

to ship's trajectory.

- What are we gonna do

about the rogue ship?

- The only thing we can do.

We have to send Silas

out to intercept.

(dramatic music)

(expl*si*n booming)

(Silas screaming)

- [Silas] Help! Help!

- We just got hit again!

- Yeah, they just hit

the starboard side.

That's where Silas is.

- Silas!

Silas!

You good? You good?

- [Silas] I can't stop spinning!

This suit's about to

become a vomit comet!

- Can you make it to the XJ2?

- [Silas] Uh, uh, I think so.

- [Spark] Help!

Whoa!

(Silas yelling)

(Spark yelling)

- Come on!

What's wrong with this

junker? Nothing's working.

- [Spark] Do you even

have your license?

- Come on!

- Did you type in

the authorization code?

(Silas yells)

I think that EMP

might've done her in.

- Ah, there has to be some way

to spark this junker into life.

- [Spark] Don't you even...

(Silas grunts)

Whoa! Whoa!

(Silas grunts)

(electricity zapping)

- Yes!

- [Spark] If I knew you

were gonna make that move...

(Silas woohoo!)

- We are in

business, baby!

(engines whirring)

(Silas woohoo!)

(Jesse woohoo!)

- I told you she was

state of the art.

- Uh, I hate to crash

your party, but, uh,

we're about to enter

Earth's gravitational pull.

Once we enter there,

there's no escaping.

(dramatic music)

(brooding music)

Uh, should we jump

in with Silas?

Jess?

Jess? Should we

jump in with Silas?

- I think we're out of time.

(dramatic music)

(torpedo whooshes)

(suspenseful music)

(sad music)

(soft, brooding music)

(tense, foreboding music)

(thunder cracking)

(binoculars whirring)

(water splashes)

(Silas groaning)

- You're alive. Darn.

- You!

Did you hit me with

that, that ship?

- What?

- Huh?

- What's going on

down there, Zoe?

- Well, he's not

dead, unfortunately.

Who's not dead?

Who are you talking to? Huh?

- Who is he?

Is he an Exile?

- [Zoey] Doubtful?

Are you sniffing dirt?

- [Thomas] You don't

think he's a...

- Don't say it.

- Colonial?

(brooding music)

- [Zoey] No, there's no

way this little twerp

could be one of them.

- One of who?

- What's your name, soldier?

- Uh...

I, uh...

I don't know.

- Well, usually soldiers' names

are written on the dog tag.

- Silas?

- Good. Glad you

figured out your name.

Now, do you even know

where you're at?

- I'm sure you can tell me.

(binoculars whirring)

- I want you to listen

closely, all right?

You see that smoke coming

off your ship there? Hmm?

That can be seen for miles.

(binoculars whirring)

(tense, foreboding music)

- Zoey, we might

have company coming.

Can you wrap it up down there?

(suspenseful music)

- What do you see?

- It's an Exile drone.

Get out of there now!

- Copy that. We'll leave now.

- [Thomas] You better

make it back, Zoey.

- Hey!

Where are you going?

Hey, where are you going?

(Zoey sighs)

- They're coming. We need

to get outta here quickly.

- Who is they?

- The Exiles. You wanna live?

I suggest you come with me.

- What, come with you?

The one who threw

water over my face?

(suspenseful music continues)

- Get in!

(dramatic music)

(Silas groaning)

- I'm going as fast as I can.

(groans) Man, I hate this thing.

Do you even know how

to fly this POSJ?

- POSJ?

- Yeah, piece of space junk.

(plasma whooshing)

(engine whirring)

(Silas yells)

(Silas screaming)

(dramatic music)

(metal clanks)

(Silas screams)

- [Silas] I'm fine,

you're, fine, we're fine.

- [Zoey] Will you be quiet?

(engine chugging)

(photon torpedo whooshes)

(expl*si*n booming)

(Silas screaming)

- [Zoey] Hold on, spaceman!

(expl*si*n booming)

(Silas screaming)

(dramatic music continues)

(Silas laughs)

- Hold on! We're getting

of the main road!

- No, no, no! This

isn't working! (screams)

That's a wall.

Wall!!!

(lasers zapping)

(expl*si*n booming)

- Know how to use one

of these, soldier?

You're a soldier, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Die!

Die!

Die!

Die!

Hey!

- Give me that.

(expl*si*n booming)

It wasn't that hard.

(expl*si*n booming)

(engine chugging)

(engine whooshing)

(calm, brooding music)

(ramp clanks)

(dramatic music)

- Cyrus, this is absurd.

We're the most advanced

civilization in the galaxy,

and we can't even get a

signal through to our son.

He may be in danger.

- Let's not jump to

conclusions, honey.

I'm sure Silas is fine.

- You don't know that.

- I do know that.

He is piloting the most

technologically-advanced

ship in our fleet.

Defense systems are,

they're impenetrable.

There's no possible way

anything could happen to him.

Besides, he's with

Allie and Jesse.

Those two are the top

of their class.

- Who only graduated last week.

Cyrus, are you even

listening to me?

- What would you

have me do, Kelli?

- Send someone after them.

(Cyrus scoffs)

You're the commander-in-chief.

Do something.

- I can't do anything!

Not without the committee's

approval.

- So?

What, we just do nothing?

What if the Exiles captured him?

- Honey,

like humanity, we have no idea

as to the whereabouts

of the Exiles.

Now, that also means

that we have no reason

to think that there's

an active thr*at.

- Cyrus, please.

Please.

- I'll talk to the committee.

Okay?

- [Kelli] Do you

really think he's okay?

- [Cyrus] I wouldn't

have sent our son halfway

across the galaxy if I

didn't think he was ready.

(Zumbi speaking in

foreign language)

- Now you belong to my tribe.

(Zumbi speaking in

foreign language)

Yeah, all the bad spirits,

gone, gone, gone.

Chase them away!

(drum rattling)

Wait!

Stay!

Lets play dirt.

Yeah!

Grow, grow, grow. (indistinct)

And over there.

And a little bit on yourself.

And share.

Share, share.

(engine roaring)

(dramatic music)

Grow, grow, grow.

(Zumbi yells)

- Hey! Come back!

Hey, guys! Wait up!

Wait for me.

Oh! Oh!

(vase shatters)

I'm sorry.

(engine chugging)

Zoey!

Zoey, wait for me!

- Bam. For something

so primitive, it sure hauls

asteroid.

- I need you to behave.

You're about to meet the leader

of the Resistance.

(brooding music)

- General. Nice to

finally meet you.

Hey!

- Who have you dragged

in this time, Zoey?

- General! General!

You won't believe the fireball

this guy came riding in on.

He must've been going mach 30

when he crashed into the city.

We found him chilling half

dead against his ship,

and Zoey's all like, "Oh,

we gotta go check him out."

But I was like, "Nah, you

should proceed with caution."

You know?

- Thomas.

- But then this drone came and

started sh**ting nukes at us.

- Thomas!

- But did I say

you came from the sky?

I knew they'd come

back. I knew it.

- I'm sure your story holds

truth, on the truth, Thomas.

- Who?

Who exactly is

"they?"

(dramatic music)

- [Zoey] Don't say

it. Don't say it.

- Colonials. Hello.

- Colonials?

- Seems as though that crash

has jogged his memory, General.

- You don't need that mask

in here, Zoey. Take it off.

Now, I'm glad you all

made it back here safely,

but now we need to get to

the bottom of this situation.

(bright, ethereal music)

That Exile drone

came in very quickly.

They must've wanted to recover

whatever crashed there.

You. Hey, I'm talking to you.

- General.

- What happened

before the crash?

- Honestly, I, uh,

I couldn't tell you.

- He couldn't even

tell me his own name,

if it hadn't been

for that dog tag.

- He's a Colonial. It's obvious.

- So what is your name?

- Uh...

Silas.

- Did we recover any

intel from his ship, Zoey?

- No, unfortunately not.

We didn't have enough time.

The only thing we

recovered was Silas.

- Ma'am, I received news

on the crashed vessel.

(ominous music)

- All right, listen up.

Resistance scouts are reporting

that your ship was

taken to this quadrant.

Now, we don't know

what they want.

Zoey, Thomas, I want you to

infiltrate the Exile base

and recover that ship.

And this must be

done under the radar.

That means leaving that

noisy vehicle if yours behind

and going in on foot.

- But we can't.

- But even if we get past

the guards and reach the ship,

how do we fly back?

- That's precisely why

I'm having you take Silas.

Hopefully, being near that

ship will jog his memory.

- Hopefully? Good,

good. (clears throat)

- You want us to risk our lives

for this random guy we just met?

- Zoey,

every day we don't act,

more humans are forced

into sl*very, or worse.

The ship could be the key

to everything.

- I understand.

Let's go, Thomas.

(whimsical music)

- Yeah, just breeze

past the Exile guards

and reach the ship that

nobody knows how to fly

but the mindless alien that

doesn't even know his own name.

Yeah, sure.

Go, go, go, go. Go, go.

Go, go, go, go,

go, go, go, go, go.

(bright, mysterious music)

There's someone I know

who may be able

to help figure out

where you came from.

However, we haven't had contact

with him for some time now.

- I'll try anything

at this point.

- His name is Zeke.

He used to play a major

role in the Resistance,

but he dropped out of society,

and he's taken steps

to keep it that way.

- Where can I find this Zeke?

- The last known location

of his residence.

The man is very

dangerous, Silas.

Who's to save if he

even still thinks

of the Resistance as an ally?

- Thank you, General.

What about Thomas and Zoey?

- Think of this as a reward

for completing your task.

Once you've covered your ship,

feel free to seek him out.

(bright, brooding music)

(whimsical music)

- You, come here. (speaks

in foreign language)

Yes, you.

Come here, quick!

Come here!

(suspenseful music)

(engine whooshing)

(gate clanking)

(computer whirring)

(electricity zaps)

(whimsical music)

(door whirs)

(bright, mysterious music)

(heart b*ating)

(door whirs)

(computer beeping)

(ominous music)

- [Grom] Raven, what

have you uncovered?

- The technology is of

Colonial design, as I presumed.

- [Grom] Yes.

Excellent.

What else?

- According to the bot's

data log,

the ship belongs to a

Colonial named Silas.

(Grom laughs)

- [Grom] That's not

just any Colonial.

That's Silas, son of Cyrus,

commander of the Colonial

forces.

- Yes. What would

you have me do?

- [Grom] Go to Section

45 and await my commands.

I'm sending Lockjaw and

Flatline to help assist.

- And the droid?

- Leave it.

You have what you

need already. Now go.

- As you command.

- [Grom] And bring me

that Colonial. (laughs)

(dramatic music)

(Grom laughs)

(brooding music)

- So what's up with Zoey?

- What do you mean?

- Like, from the start,

she's treated me

like a pile of dirt.

- I mean, it's not

you necessarily.

It's kind of just how we were

raised with the Resistance.

- So what about you?

I mean, (chuckles) like,

why did she tolerate you?

Are you two like...

- No. No!

It's not like that.

We're basically brother

and sister at this point.

- Could've fooled me, I mean,

your personalities

are vastly different.

- I'd ask you a

question, but, uh...

- I hope it comes

back to me eventually.

Aren't you a little young to

be venturing off on your own?

I mean, where are your parents?

- Well, we both kind of think

of Rhea as our parent figure.

Zoey and I, our parents

both were sold into sl*very

by the Exiles when

we were really young.

I don't know where they are or

if they're even still alive.

Like, I don't even know

who my parents are,

if that makes you

feel any better.

It is what it is.

Even then, I-

- Hey, what are you two

wingnuts blabbering about?

- Uh, nothing.

- Actually, Thomas

was just telling me

about your embarrassing

ex-boyfriends.

- Oh, is that so?

I'll tell you

what's embarrassing.

Watching you trying to

sh**t down that Exile drone.

- Well, uh, you know,

Silas was telling me

how he much preferred

you without your mask on.

- Oh.

- No.

No, I mean, you

removed your mask,

and you had, like,

she had dirt, okay?

You had a lot of dirt

all over your face,

and I was like, you know?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Are you sure you weren't worried

about the dirt on my face?

Speaking of dirt, um,

did you guys see the crazy,

guy, like playing in the dirt?

- Yeah, that guy got me

with his voodoo games, too.

- Yeah, I couldn't move. Like,

he kept me there for hours.

- Jokes aside now, guys.

This mission is extremely

crucial to the Resistance.

Now, if it were up to me,

I'd be in and out of that

base before you could blink,

but I don't know how

to fly that ship.

- Yeah? Well, what makes

you think I know how?

- Hey, don't ask

me. That's on Rhea.

I mean, you're

obviously inexperienced.

You don't even know

how to fire a w*apon.

You're just a nobody that's

gonna end up getting us k*lled.

- Come on, Zoe.

- No, No, this isn't a joke.

The Exiles will k*ll us

the first chance they get,

and we don't need this

anchor holding us down.

I'm going to bed.

- Um, I'm sorry about that, man.

But hey, you know,

maybe she's right.

We've got a busy day tomorrow.

Let's get some rest, yeah?

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(heart b*ating)

- Silas!

- No!

(voice echoing)

(soft, brooding music)

(dramatic music)

(door creaking)

- He's gone.

- We can't find Silas anywhere.

He must have left last night.

What are we gonna do now?

- Let him go.

- Let him go?

He's a freaking pilot.

- Colonials wouldn't

have changed

their ship controls

too drastically.

And if anyone can figure out

to fly their ship, it's you.

- She's right.

Weren't you just complaining

about how he was a risk anyway?

- Hey, we're out of

options and time.

I need you both to

get moving, now. Go.

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

- [Cyrus] No communication

has been received

from the Delta One in days.

We need to send another

ship immediately

and investigate what happened.

- [Senator Lucius]

Oh, that's outrageous!

- [Senator Shannon] You

already convinced us

to send one ship on

this goose chase,

but why would we send another?

- [Senator Damon] Not to

mention, we don't even know

if there's anything wrong with

Delta Squad to begin with.

- [Senator Lucius] They're

no more than greedy viruses

consuming everything

in their path.

- [Cyrus] Turning our back

on those less fortunate?

Have you forgotten

from where you came?

- The Earthlings are

committed to the Exiles now.

Breaking communication with us

just confirms where

their loyalty lies.

- And let them revert

back to the dark ages?

There are humans

that need our help.

- We cannot afford to put any

more Colonial lives in danger.

- [Cyrus] I will not put

up with this any longer!

- [Judge Jameson] Order!

Order, I say! Order!

- Yes,

it is true

that we funded this mission

and gave it our

precious resources.

But I want all of this

committee to remember

that the mission was voluntary,

and one of the brave soldiers

who volunteered so valiantly

was Cyrus's own son.

Now, I do not assume that

any member of this senate

is going to jump

at the opportunity

to send one of your own family

members into this situation.

So I say we listen to Cyrus,

because Cyrus has given

more to this mission

than any of you,

and he must be heard.

All right, we understand

what needs to be discussed.

Cyrus, we'll congregate.

We'll discuss the matter.

Tomorrow we'll have

an answer. Until then.

(bright, dramatic music)

(mysterious, foreboding music)

- Hey!

Hey!

Hey, you there!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

(wood splits)

(Silas yells)

(suspenseful music)

Sorry!

I'm sorry!

No! No!

No! No!

- Where do you come from, boy?

- Uh,

the sky.

I think.

- You know how to play charades?

I lost my hearing

in the old w*r.

Well, most of it, anyway.

It wasn't so bad when I had my

late wife Elizabeth with me.

(laughs) I'll tell

you, I'll tell you,

that woman, she could talk

an elephant's ear off.

Like a record player,

just going around and

around and around.

(sighs) I miss her.

- I pictured you

being more of a-

- You know, now it's

just me and Morgan,

and he don't say much.

- Wait.

Morgan?

- I can't hear you.

- (clears throat) Morgan?

- I can't hear you,

and I don't go in for that

sign language crap, either.

Not with these sausages. Come

on, look at 'em. (laughs)

- Wow!

- Hey!

You see something

that looks like

it doesn't come from this world,

do yourself a favor and

don't touch it, got it?

I lost my arm during the w*r

protecting the humans

against those Exiles.

- Exiles?

- I'll never forget the witch

who took my arm, cut it off.

Well, get your pen and

paper. Let's get to it.

- Uh...

Oh.

Okay.

So your

hand?

- It got taken.

- Yeah.

Uh...

Who

took it?

- I know you can't

remember anything,

but are you sure

you're not a professor?

- Professor?

- Yeah, 'cause you got a

PhD in busted my balls.

She was an assassin. Did

all Grom's dirty work.

- Grom?

- Don't you know anything?

The Exiles, Silas.

The Exiles, they

are led by Grom.

He is a very

dangerous individual.

He used to also be a

very powerful Colonial,

and he used to be my friend.

Look, Silas, there was

a time when humans,

they thrived during

the Space Age,

and the best of the best,

the elite,

they became known

as the Colonials.

But they couldn't,

they couldn't handle

the technology, some of them,

and, well, they got

engulfed in greed.

eventually they were

cast out of the colony.

They were banished like

Lucifer from Heaven.

And they became

known as the Exiles.

- What happened to the, um,

Exiles?

- With nowhere else to go,

they made the long

voyage back to Earth.

And when they got there,

they took their new power

and they waged w*r on mankind.

It was decided by the Colonials

that we would send

a small force,

myself included, were

sent to intervene.

When we got there, we were

pushed back almost immediately.

No choices, no options.

I was left behind.

So now you know why I'm

here. But why are you here?

- Well, I, um,

I was, uh,

here by Rhea.

(Zeke laughs)

Rhea.

- Yeah, there's a name

I haven't thought about

in a very long time.

- Yeah?

- She's a special one,

ain't she?

But why did she send you here?

- Well, I, um,

I crash...

I crash landed on Earth.

What happened or who...

(dramatic music)

- Well, I'll tell you one thing,

that dog tag you wearing,

that doesn't come from Earth.

(chuckles) I'll tell you what,

you showed me yours

so I'll show you mine.

Lookie-lookie. I got

one just like you.

- You serious?

- Yeah.

- So I'm a spaceman sitting

with another spaceman,

just sipping tea in

the middle of, um...

Uh...

How long

have you

been here?

- Well, about 60 years.

- 60 years?

How did that happen?

How old are you?

- Ah. (chuckles)

Well, come the next,

come the next winter solstice,

I'll be 127 years old.

I've still got some lead

left in my pencil, too.

You, me, Morgan, (chuckles)

we're all Colonials.

- Wait.

We're Colonials?

- Mm-hmm.

Where's, where's Morgan?

- Morgan. Morgan! (chuckles)

- Morgan!

- You know what?

I think you waited

long enough, too.

I think it's about

to have you meet him.

Hey, Morgan! I got someone

I want you to meet!

Ah, stay right there.

Stay right there.

Morgan, I'm coming! (chuckles)

Morgan!

Where are you?

Silas?

- Yeah?

- I want you to meet Morgan.

(whimsical music)

(Zeke chuckles)

Yeah.

Morgan, this here is Silas.

Yeah. Like I said,

he don't say much.

What's the matter, Morgan?

Cat got your tongue?

Yeah. He's a good boy.

That's Silas.

(dramatic music)

- Oh, get down. Get down.

(suspenseful music)

- [Thomas] Yup, we're gonna die.

- We've been in this

situation before.

- (chuckles) Okay. This place

is oozing with Exiles, Zoe.

How do you even propose

we get to the ship?

(suspenseful music continues)

- Rock.

The rock. Rock.

The rock. Come on.

Come on. Hurry up.

(rock clatters)

- Huh?

(r*fle whirring)

- Come on.

(tense, brooding music)

- Whoa!

- [Soldier] How did you

get here? Stop them.

(suspenseful music)

- All right, you draw

the a* above your head,

you focus on your target,

nothing but the target,

and then you strike

without thought.

There you go!

Ha-ha!

Yeah, just might have a chance

of getting up this

planet after all.

(Silas sighs)

What's going on?

(whimsical music)

- Uh...

- Well, go. It's a desert.

I mean, go anywhere.

I do.

(engine whirring)

(urine splashing)

(tense, brooding music)

- Zeke!

(Silas groans)

(dramatic music)

(Silas yells)

(punches thudding)

- Raven!

(dramatic music continues)

(brooding music)

(whip whirring)

(whip zapping)

(Zeke groans)

(suspenseful music)

(blaster zaps)

(Zeke grunts)

(blasters zapping)

Morgan, how about a

little bit of help?

All right, fine,

I'll do it myself.

(Zeke yells)

(Zeke growls)

- k*ll him!

(blasters zapping)

(suspenseful music)

(Zeke grunts)

(Silas screams)

(punches thudding)

(kick thuds)

(Zeke groans)

- What? Come on now.

- Zeke!

(Zeke screams)

(man thuds)

- Did you see that, Morgan?

Yeah, just like we practiced.

(blade clangs)

(suspenseful music)

(brooding music)

(Raven grunts)

(Silas groans)

(heart b*ating)

(siren wailing)

(suspenseful music)

(blaster zaps)

(expl*si*n booms)

(door whirs)

(electricity arcing)

(door whirs)

(door whirs)

- [Soldier] Huh? Hm

(door whirs)

(suspenseful music continues)

(door whirs)

- Did you see that?

Did you see that?

Did you see what's going on

out there? They have an army.

They have fighter

ships. They have robots.

- Shh! Be quiet!

(Thomas moaning)

Shh!

(Thomas moaning)

- Just-

- Behind you! Behind you!

(Zoey grunts)

(soldier thuds)

(blaster zaps)

(tense, brooding music)

- Let's go.

(door whirs)

(Spark beeping)

- Zoey, we need to

get out of Mordor now.

- I'm working on it, man. My

adrenaline is off the charts.

(Spark whirring)

- Hey, hey, isn't it

the robot from earlier?

(dramatic music)

- Let's follow him. Come on.

- Are you serious?

What is going on with

that wonder ball?

Look. He's stealing that ship.

(engines whirring)

(laser zaps)

(dramatic music continues)

(blasters zapping)

- Hey, look. That

door is still open.

Come on, let's go.

(blasters zapping)

(gears rattling)

(expl*si*n booming)

(blasters zapping)

- [Spark] (chuckles) Sure

would like to see R2-D2

pull something off like that.

(sighs) Uh, something doesn't

seem right with my circuits.

Feels like someone

or something's tampered

with my body.

- Did you see that? He just

m*rder*d half an army, m*rder*d!

Why would we get on this

ship with this maniac robot?

- Thomas, look at me, okay?

I need you to calm down.

- He doesn't even have arms.

How is he flying the ship?

- He's obviously

not with the Exiles,

since he just massacred them.

- Yeah, but what's stopping

him from massacring us?

- We can't stay here forever.

We need to go talk to him.

- Huh-uh-nu-nu-nu-no

- Shh!

We need to do something.

- No, I do not

wanna go over there.

- The option is

to go talk to him,

unless you wanna

jump off the ship.

- Okay. Fine.

- [Spark] Huh, I wonder what

happened to that doofus Silas?

I swear, if he's

gotten himself k*lled,

Cyrus will have me formatted.

(object clanks)

(tense music)

Who's there?

Eh, probably another space rat.

(tense, brooding music)

- Did you see that?

I can't do this, Zoe.

That is a devil bot.

- Let's go.

Hey, robot.

(everyone screaming)

- [Spark] How did

you kids get in here?

- Zoey. It was her fault.

- We saw you take out that

Exile army, and your ship,

it was our only chance of

escape, so we hopped on.

We're sorry. We're sorry.

- I don't even know how

or why I was at that base,

but I'd never forget

what an Exile looks like.

- We saw you in a

room, taken apart.

- Could explain why I have no

recollection after the crash.

- You

were on

this ship when it crashed?

- I was designed by

Colonial engineers on Mars

to serve with

the Delta One Regiment.

- I knew it!

I told you

that Silas

is a

Colonial.

- Yes, Silas.

Do you know where he is?

- I think there's someone

you need to meet.

(engine whirring)

- Cyrus, can I talk to you?

Now look, I know this must be

a very difficult time for you,

but I just want you to know,

I'm gonna do everything

in my power in there

to find out what

happened to that mission.

- Thank you, Tobias.

I appreciate that.

- Now look, I know

you were a soldier,

and I know, whatever

the outcome, you're

gonna be all right.

How's Kelli doing? I'm

sure this is hard on her.

- She's, um, she's strong.

I think she blames me for this.

Well, frankly, I don't

fault her for doing so.

- Cyrus, we all saw

the validity in the mission.

You cannot blame yourself.

- I'll stop blaming myself

when we get them home safely.

What do you think is

gonna happen in there?

- I don't know.

I'll tell you, in the time

that I've spent with

these pontificators,

sometimes, just by accident,

they do the right thing.

Now, I understand that

they all see the validity

in the coexistence

with the humans,

and I don't think any one of

them would stand in the way

of you finding out what

happened to your son,

but I just don't know.

- Well, one way to find out.

- Okay. (indistinct)

(tense, droning music)

- On behalf of all

the representatives

of this committee,

we've decided not to

aid the Delta One crew,

nor the humans still

living on Earth.

The risk is too great to send

any more Colonials

into the unknown.

- [Cyrus] They said no.

- What?

- They said no.

They denied the request.

- What would the Exiles

do to him

when they get

their hands on him.

What will they do to him?

(door whirs)

- Cyrus, Kelli, I'm

sorry to interrupt.

Cyrus, you need to

come with me right now.

(dramatic music)

(engine whooshing)

- Tell Rhea exactly what you

told us on the ship, bot.

- [Spark] Shall we do this

the proper way? My name's Spark.

I was built by the Colonials

for the purpose of serving Silas

and assisting the Delta One

Regiment on this mission.

- What exactly is,

or was, your mission?

- [Spark] The Colonials haven't

received any communications

from the humans on

Earth for 50 years.

- Well, we could say

the same about you.

- Yeah, you're the ones

who cut off

all communications with us.

- [Spark] Our mission

was to investigate

what was causing

the interference and

report back to Cyrus.

- Who is Cyrus.

- [Spark] Well, you already

met Silas, apparently.

Cyrus is his father,

and also the leader of

the Colonial colony.

- Have you sent back

any distress signals?

- [Spark] I've

made many attempts,

but haven't received a response.

(door whirs)

(tense, brooding music)

(blade clangs)

- I think I know what may

have happened to Silas.

This w*apon belonged to an

assassin known as Raven.

I believe she has something

to do with his disappearance.

- [Zoey] So we can assume

that Silas is dead?

- My fear is that the Exiles

had figured out

exactly who Silas is.

They've taken him

to a space station

between Earth and the Moon.

- Why would they take him there?

- Because the space

station has always been

out of our reach, until now.

(tense, brooding

music continues)

(door whirs)

- I told you, I don't know

anything about Colonials.

Where are you taking me?

(Silas groans)

(door whirs)

- Remove your clothes.

- No.

No!

(blaster zaps)

(blaster zaps)

(machines droning)

(tense, brooding music)

- I figured a

Colonial would be much

larger.

But here you are, no bigger

than the average human.

I know everything about you

thanks to your little droid.

You're gonna wish you never

came to Earth, Colonial.

(tense, brooding music)

(door whirs)

(door whirs)

(Grom laughs)

- [Grom] Did you really

think you could come to Earth

without us knowing?

The stars shine upon

the Exiles today.

The son of the great

Colonial leader

is now in our possession.

A Colonial present

in this very station

that powers our barrier.

Nothing gets through our

electromagnetic barrier,

and nothing gets out, as you

shall soon learn. (laughs)

You will suffer every

second of every day

until your people give us

back what they've stolen.

Silas,

you hold the very thing I've

desired since the beginning,

knowledge, knowledge that only

the Red Planet can produce.

Colonials are bigger, stronger,

ageless.

That planet fuels

your evolution.

Your mind is the gateway

to the revolution.

However, we need to get back

those precious memories,

and this t*nk will do

exactly that. (laughs)

Once I finish off what

remains of the Resistance

and take complete

control of Earth,

I'll begin preparations

for the Mars campaign.

The Colonials will be

at my mercy. (laughs)

(tense, brooding

music continues)

(suspenseful music)

- Another mission with little

hope of coming out alive.

I swear, Rhea doesn't

care what happens to us.

- Don't worry.

I picked up a handful of rocks

just in case we need 'em.

- [Spark] Wait, rocks? What?

- You don't wanna know.

Trust me.

(bright, brooding music)

(radio chattering)

- [Spark] I wonder if Silas

would but be happy to see me?

- No way to know.

The last time we saw him,

he couldn't even

remember his own name.

- Apparently that crash

removed his memories.

- [Spark] Great. Maybe now

he'll start listening to me.

- Zoey! Thomas!

There's a large Exile

force approaching rapidly.

We don't have the numbers

to counter their att*ck.

Finish this as fast as

possible. We're outta time.

(dramatic music)

(engines whirring)

(door whirs)

- [Grom] You are

to return to Earth

and rendezvous with

the rest of our forces.

March for the Resistance base

at dawn. Eliminate them all.

- And Silas?

- [Grom] Let the chamber do

its work. He cannot escape.

- As you command.

(tense, brooding music)

(engines whooshing)

- [Spark] What are

you doing, Zoey?

Silas is on that space station.

- Oops!

- There's more fighters

coming out of that station!

(crane whirring)

(engine whooshing)

We're all gonna die!

(tense, brooding

music continues)

(glass cracking)

(glass cracking)

(glass cracking)

(glass shattering)

(water splashing)

(Silas gasping)

(dramatic music)

(Silas yells)

(dramatic music continues)

(engine roaring)

(engines whooshing)

(blasters zapping)

Watch out!

sh**t them!

(blasters zapping)

(blasters zapping)

Go! Go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

- Shut up! I'm trying!

- [Spark] If we keep this

up, we won't make it.

(suspenseful music)

(energy beams buzzing)

(object clatters)

(armor whirring)

- [Thomas] This is

it! We're done for!

- Shut up!

- [Silas] Guys? Hello?

- Silas!

- Silas?

- [Spark] You're alive!

I can't believe it!

I'm not getting formatted!

- [Silas] Uh, guys?

We may not have much

time. We need to hurry.

(Silas grunting)

(soldier screaming)

(energy zapping)

I don't we know where I'm going.

I need an exit plan!

- [Spark] Out of the way, human.

I'll handle this nonsense.

- Think you can do better?

- [Spark] I'll take

out these Exiles

and swing around

and pick you up.

Find an exit.

- [Silas] Easy for you to say.

(suspenseful music continues)

(engines roaring)

(blasters zapping)

(blasters zapping)

(engines whooshing)

- [Spark] Ah!

(blasters zapping)

(blasters zapping)

Whoa!

(blasters zapping)

(Spark yells)

(blasters zapping)

(expl*si*n booming)

(Spark laughs)

(blasters zapping)

Ah!

(Thomas yells)

(dramatic music)

Thomas, hit the button.

- What button?

- [Spark] The one over there.

(energy buzzing)

(Thomas screams)

(blast zaps)

(expl*si*n booming)

(glass shattering)

(Silas screaming)

- Grab him! Hurry!

- I'm on it!

(ramp whirring)

(Silas thuds)

(helmet clattering)

- You're alive!

You son of a g*n!

- No!

(Thomas grunts)

- I can't believe it!

- Yeah.

- Wow! (laughs)

- Yeah. Get off me.

- Sorry. Sorry.

(Silas groans)

- [Spark] Remember me?

How could I forget a

floating alarm clock?

- [Spark] I'll show

you something alarming.

- Hey!

Spark!

(water splashing)

- [Spark] How is that

for an alarm clock?

(Zoey and Thomas laughing)

(bright, pensive music)

- [Silas] Colonials, if

you're receiving this message,

please take in

with great caution.

The Exiles destroyed my

ship, and I'm sad to report

that they took the lives of

both poor Allie and Jesse.

Grom is alive, and now

more dangerous than ever.

The Exiles planted

an electric barrier

that blocked all

communication in and out.

The Resistance are

extremely outmatched.

Their lives,

no, our lives,

depend on the help

of the Colonials.

So please, I urge you, send

help before it's too late.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(tense, mysterious music)

(metal clanking)

(bright, suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(glass shatters)

(light buzzing)

(switch clicks)
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