01x01 - The Sky Is on Fire

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In the near future, Doc Terror and his cyborg companion, Hacker,

unleash their forces to conquer Earth.

Only one force can stop this evil.

A handful of brave men.

In specially created exotrains, they can be transported anywhere.

To fuse with incredible as*ault weapon systems,

beamed down from the space station Skyvault.

Becoming man and machine.

Power extreme.

Max Ray, brilliant sea operations commander.

Jake Rockwell, rugged land operations specialist.

Ace McCloud, daring air operations expert.

Whatever the challenge, they are ready.

The Centurions.

There she is, Oceana Research Station.

What the heck's that?

What a spot for a vacation.

Except we're here to work.

Where's anyone?

Right here.

Sweetheart, fate must have sent you.

The Admiral did.

I'm his assistant, Lieutenant Susan Smith.

Hi, I'm Max Ray.

This is Jake Rockwell.

And?

You have to be Ace McCloud.

Your reputation has preceded you.

Whatever you've heard is all true.

So I see.

Fasten your seatbelt, Ace.

Dr. Terra's plan worked perfectly.

No one suspected we were inside the crates.

Admiral

Meet the Centurions.

Gentlemen, just in time for our demonstration.

Lieutenant, will you do the honors?

Imagine a real building on fire.

It's a cryonics freeze ray.

I've never seen a cryogenics ray that powerful.

It can turn the Empire State Building into a frozen ice.

Well, I'll bet my grandma's rocking chair Dr. Terra would love to play with that gadget.

Which is why you're here, to transport it right into Dr. Terra's hands.

Hacker!

The doctor couldn't come in person, so he sent his goon squad.

Including his head goon.

Susan, use your laser!

Certainly, Ace.

Like that.

Amber, Dr. Terra's daughter.

The dome's collapsing. Grab the ray and let's split.

It's time we had a little help from our friends.

Calling Skyvault. Crystal, priority alert.

We need...

I know what you need. Trust me.

Assemble Wild Weasel as*ault weapon system.

Computer, beam Wild Weasel to Jake.

Power extreme.

I get the Admiral

Sky night air and cruiser scene weapon systems.

Beaming.

Power extreme.

How about getting us out of here!

Let's fly!

That's their escape route.

'll go after Amber and Hacker.

You stop the traumatizers before someone gets hurt.

Why am I always stuck on cleanup?

Fire tinkle-dittles

They're playing the old divide and conquer game, with four jokers in the deck.

fire Hydra m*ssile

the brunette and the monster got away

with the cryogenic ray

you did well

the cryogenic ray, is exactly what i needed to put out the fire

What fire?.. father

The one I'm about to start.

right now

The plasma warhead will create a firestorm beyond only

Emergency. Doom drone strikers.

I'm tracking them, computer.

But where are they going?

I calculate their target is...

The Van Allen radiation belt.

The radioactive ring of dust and gas that circles Earth.

Good grief.

Doc Terra is going to ignite the particles.

If he succeed, he'll create a firestorm in the heavens

that will raise Earth's temperature to a catastrophic level,

destroying all life on the planet.

Don't sweat it, guys.

We'll find out what Doc Terra is up to soon enough.

Like maybe now.

cam't get to the controls.

Hang on.

We're going to hit.

Max calling Skyvault.

Send tidal blast.

The Van Allen belt is on fire, causing magnetic storms.

May not be able to beam.

Try.

Assembling.

Cross your fingers, Lucy.

Computer, beam tidal blast.

Power extreme.

Hold it

Our taxi is here.

Next step, Centurion Headquarters, New York City.

citizen of the world.

This is Doc Terra with an ultimatum.

Your world is in deadly peril,

and I alone have the power to save you.

Submit it to me or suffer the consequences.

You have exactly 12 hours

to deliver a document of unconditional surrender to me.

Mr. Nasty isn't kidding, is he?

In 12 hours, the temperature will reach 170 degrees.

All plant and animal life on Earth will cease to exist.

Seems like that fella's got us between a rock and a hard place.

I'm afraid you're right, Jake.

The World Council has voted to submit to Doc Terra's demands.

Giving in to terrorism is no solution, Mr. President.

We have no alternative.

I must deliver the surrender document to Doc Terra in one hour.

He is alone, as you demanded.

So it would seem.

Welcome to my world, Mr. President.

As I request

Doctor! We have being followed.

A Centurion!

So this was a trick.

Earth were pay dearly for this treachery.

There will be no mercy.

When the temperature gets unbearable,

your civilization will fall into anarchy and chaos.

Then nothing will stop me from enslaving mad.

Another Centurion!

Obviously, there's a tracking beacon in here.

Obviously.

Take this.

It will help them find your grave.

Max

No way i can reach him in time

Something's gone wrong.

I hope Max has sense enough to stay close to the tracking beacon.

Power extreme.

couldn't you have waited for saturday night for a bath

I'm going to ignore that remark

Without the tracking beacon, we'll never find Doc Terra.

There might be a way.

Crystal, did you run the calculations I requested through the computer?

Your hunch was right, Max.

Doc Terra stole the cryogenic ray

so he could put out the fire in the Van Allen belt after Earth surrendered.

And the computer pinpointed the one place where the ray would have to be activated.

The mountains of Tibet.

That's our destination.

Doc Terra has to be in there, and we have to stop him.

Looks quiet.

So does a bear trap.

Before it sprung.

Welcome to Tibet

Centurions.

If this is going to be formal, I'll change into something appropriate.

Ace calling Crystal.

Sorry.

I'd rather you didn't call home.

Watch that first step.

I don't like it, Lucy.

The guys aren't responding to my signals.



I didn't think it could get so hot.

It's going to get much hotter.

Storms are getting worse.

We've got less than an hour.

If we can get to the Doc's communication room, we can contact Crystal.

I don't need Crystal.

When we get out of here, I'm going to tear that bunch apart with my bare hands.

And I think Mother Nature's just given us the way out.

What are you doing?

It'll take a powerful jolt to knock that steel door off its hinges.

Like a bolt of lightning.

The metal wire will be our lightning rod.

Let's blow this place.

We've got to stop the fire soon.

When the temperature has risen to the point that civilization collapses, then I shall act.

cool Lady

out the sound.

Centurions calling Skybolt.

Must I continually remind you that long-distance calls are forbidden?

This is where it hits the fan.

Crudely put, but apt.

Destroy them

I hope I got enough of Max's transmission to set the coordinates.

Power extreme.

That's what you like.

where there's one scraper

It can expect a crowd.

You bought it, so Dome!

Max,doctor is getting away.

it's stuck

that's the least of our problems at the moment

We can't live without a cryogenic ray.

skip

But the firestorm in the Van Allen belt will burn itself out at 180 degrees.

No one can survive that temperature.

The world will end, but I will survive.

This tunnel will take us to my secret arctic base, where we'll be safe.

One more thing to do.

Make certain no one can follow us.

In two minutes, the mountain will self-destruct.

thanks for the ride,but this is where i get off

Plasma repulsors, Fire

It place

That's the wrong way

We can't leave without we came for.

wait, grab on

I have open the window a bit wider

Need more speed

Time is running out

We have the Cryogenic ray.

But we need an incredible source of power to make it work.

leave to me old sky kind

Ace to skybolt,I need Orbital interceptor.

Switching from Skynight to orbital interceptor.

Now.

Power extreme.

The energy well a radioactive fire should be sufficient.

I hope

It's now or never

Lucy, I think he's done it.

Blue sky never looked so good.

In celebration of Doctor's defeat.

Chilly, just like my pappy used to make.

You ain't tasted nothing hotter.

It really looks swell.

But I'll settle for a glass of water.

Cold water.

How about you, Shadow?