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Alien Disclosure Day (2026)

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Navigation,

confirm approach window.

Reentry corridor locked.

Time to interface

10 minutes, 12 seconds.

All vectors normal.

Engineering?

Primary reactor is steady.

Shield integrity is at 100%.

Thermal margins

are within tolerance.

I'm picking up a little

bit of enhanced solar activity,

but shouldn't

interfere with reentry.

Jennings, adjust

around the flares.

Setting updated parameters.

Course deviation

less than 0.2 degrees.

Auto correction engaged.

Good.

Begin final approach checklist.

Gyros aligned.

Internal dampener is green.

Atmospheric sensors calibrated.

Big plans for your anniversary?

Ha!

Ten years,

that's not nothing.

What's your secret, Jennings?

I could use the advice.

It's no secret.

I mean, I love my wife.

And that's why I took this job.

You know, the hazard pay.

Me and Alice are

saving for a house.

So romantic.

What is 10 years anyway?

Is that silver? Gold?

It's tin.

So a roll of aluminum foil.

I think she would m*rder you

if you showed up with that.

You know, it's too bad

that we can't snag

a bit of this quasicrystal

we're hauling.

Then she would really

m*rder you if you got arrested,

or worse, on site

once you got to Earth.

True.

That's true.

But I am the last person to tell

anyone how to run

their relationship.

My ex-fianc Draven.

This story again?

Hey, what's the ETA to Earth?

All right.

Storytime is over.

Everyone focus.

Yes, Captain.

All stations, we're

entering descent interface.

Expect turbulence

during reentry.

Lock in. No movement until

we're through.

Reentry window

opens in one minute.

Copy navigation.

Hold corridor.

Engineering, monitor

structural stress.

Call out anything that spikes.

Captain, can we get a

check on my retirement?

Make sure that's still secure.

Please? We had to move fast

to meet this deadline.

Just wanted to make sure.

Cargo bay, Cayce.

Confirm you're secured.

Locking the bay down now.

I'll strap in as soon

as I verify containment.

You have less than one minute.

64 seconds, actually.

Cargo lock securing.

Hard seal engaged.

Computer, terminate music.

Warning.

Radiation spike detected.

High energy particle

surge coming off the star.

It's a solar flare.

We're in the stream.

We're about to get

hit from all sides.

All hands, solar

turbulence incoming.

Sit down and strap in.

Radiation shields at 30%.

Radiation shields

maximum output.

Reroute all

non-essential power.

Shields are up.

Power transfer in progress.

All hands, brace for impact.

This is not a drill.

Captain, the shields

are saturating.

We're losing margin.

Jennings, full system

diagnostics. Verify trajectory.

Running now.

-Dyson, comm status.

-Comms are down, Captain.

Some readings

aren't reconciling yet.

Bypass the main antenna.

Give me telemetry and voice

channel and nothing else.

All sections,

this is the Captain.

Report damage

status immediately.

Standing by to re-route.

Reactor stable.

Central power at 85%.

Life support, HVAC, and

emergency backups are green.

Trajectory deviation

minus 12 degrees.

Auto correction is engaging.

Okay, okay.

Pressure, not fracture.

Elevated heart rate detected.

Alerting Captain Vega.

Cayce, report.

I think the flare

has malfunctioned the--

I couldn't understand that.

Repeat.

I wasn't strapped into my seat.

Are you injured?

Lower extremities pinned.

Mobility... Compromised.

Fracture is unknown.

Okay. Hang on.

I'm sending medical.

Crap.

Computer, scan M-009

for organic life.

Report on headset.

Scanning.

Computer?

Organic life detected.

Computer, open the

channel to Captain Vega.

Priority.

Computer.

Dyson, get Origen on the line.

Status of the array?

Trying to uplink the array,

but it's not responding.

Reroute auxiliary power

sources in the mainframe.

Hopefully it gives us a boost.

Do it. Strip to telemetry

and voice only.

Jennings, damage report?

All sections are

reporting green, Captain,

except for cargo.

Cayce never misses protocol.

Check with medical.

Audio is down ship-wide.

I can't raise them.

Solar flare scrambled

the internal bus.

Give it five minutes, I'll

try and punch a hole through.

Captain, the re-entry window

has recalculated.

We have 7 minutes

and 42 seconds.

We have to commit or abort.

Copy.

Begin preliminary sequence.

I want us ready.

I'm going cargo.

Dyson, you're with me.

-Yes, Captain.

-Yes, Captain.

Computer, status?

Officer Cayce, respond?

Cayce.

Cayce?

Run!

Open the bridge!

Open the bridge!

I got the computer to work.

Captain, what happened?

-Alien.

-What?

Lock down the ship.

Internal doors, bulkheads,

pressure zones,

full containment now.

We cannot let these

aliens get back to Earth.

Initiating internal lockdown.

Get Origen on the line.

Priority override.

If the array won't carry it,

route to any surviving channels.

You said the computers working?

Yes, Captain.

Computer, initiate

emergency protocol.

Prep Prometheus. Do not execute

without my authorization.

Emergency protocols queued.

It followed us!

Dyson, sit down, focus.

Computer, switch to all access.

All stations,

this is the Captain.

We have a hostile

lifeform on board.

Please remain at your stations.

Do not move unless instructed.

Captain?

Stay focused on the

emergency protocols.

Yes, Captain.

Execute Prometheus.

No, what about the cargo?

Prometheus requires

a Captain-level code.

Alpha Victor India Lima Alpha.

Code confirmed.

Emergency lockdown initiated.

Prometheus protocol active.

All right.

Now we keep the crew alive

until reinforcements come.

What is it, Captain?

I don't hear anything.

Captain, take a look at this.

Put it on the main.

That alien just duplicated.

Captain, how bad is this?

Did you find Cayce?

No.

We cannot let this get to Earth.

If it keeps duplicating,

it will take over Earth

in a week or sooner.

No, no.

That's not an option.

It's the only option

if containment fails.

How are we supposed

to contain that?

It splits and reorganizes.

Listen to me.

We signal Origen.

They send a rescue vehicle.

We hold position.

They're going to take over

this ship before we get help.

Jennings is right.

We should try to

k*ll the aliens now.

What?

I've never met our benefactor.

He could be the nicest

trillionaire in the galaxy,

but we are up

here mining his minerals.

If he sends a ship, it's coming

to save the cargo, not us.

And how do you suppose

we k*ll this alien? Hmm?

We radio out, send for backup.

Again, I don't think anyone

is going to arrive in time.

Main comms are still offline.

Origen channels are dead.

We're just tumbling

before reentry.

Then we scatter

the distress call.

Broad spectrum.

Someone will hear it.

Everyone on this ship is

my responsibility.

So we get backup and

get a rescue vehicle up here.

Figure out the rest later.

We do not fight back

unless we have to.

We cannot risk making

more of these aliens.

All right, we should be good.

I can get it through

one of the open channels.

Wait a minute.

No. Prometheus?

Oh.

Number?

Hold on.

Hello? Hello?

Number.

Dr. Reimer is really in

charge here and I don't...

Wait, no number.

Prometheus!

Hold, please.

We just can't

continue the bleeding.

You can't give me a moment

of privacy, can you?

I told you.

Congress will blink.

Not this time.

Not after your last stunt.

General, this is

not about funding.

This is not about votes.

This is not even about Congress.

This is about scaling.

Civilizations don't

grow by committee. Okay?

I need you to convince

Congress to...

You know what?

I'll just call the

president on my own.

She owes me a favor.

You spent that leverage.

They're not renewing

your contract.

Sir, you have a call

from DeepSat Station 3.

-Amy--

-Sir, it's Prometheus.

General, I...

I gotta take this call.

We're not done here, Lester.

Yes, we are.

Goodbye, Lester.

We'll be in touch.

Um, hello, sir.

My name is Paul Cook

from Station 3 DeepSat.

I'm calling about the Graviton.

Uh, where's Reimer?

Dr. Reimer is sick today.

Okay, and Gandell? Alex?

He's retired, sir.

Um, two weeks ago.

Oh. Uh, okay.

Well, it's just...

Me and you.

Uh, yes, Mr. Sorrento.

I'm sorry.

Who am I talking to again?

Well, I'm actually

not a doctor just yet,

but I will be getting

my doctorate next year.

Ah. Okay.

Well, uh, Dr. Paul Cook.

What do you know

about Prometheus?

Prometheus is a

corporate override, sir.

Right.

And did you override it?

I didn't know I had

that authority, sir.

Of course you do.

Paul, son, if they're in

danger, then we have to help.

What, are you gonna just stand

on the sidelines and do nothing?

Look, your job is just as

important as mine, Paul.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry.

The message, Paul.

What did it say?

The transmission was degraded.

I have partial telemetry,

but no stable fix yet.

Amy, get search and rescue

prepped and ready to fly.

Yes, sir.

Paul, can you reestablish

communications?

I'll try.

If I reorient the dish and

correct for solar interference,

I can triangulate.

It'll take time.

Good. Great. Beautiful.

I'm gonna head over

there with my team

for assistance and help

you boost the signal.

You, Mr. Sorrento?

You're... you're

coming here in person?

Yes.

Of course I am, Paul.

Look, nothing is more important

than the safety of our crew.

Paul...

They need your help.

Can I rely on you, Paul Cook?

On me? Um...

Yes.

Yes, of course, sir.

Good, good, good, good.

It's just me and you, Paul.

And look, just so we're clear,

this goes nowhere.

Okay, Dr. Paul?

No calling friends.

Don't order lunch.

No social media.

Do you understand?

The safety of our crew

is what's the priority here.

I'm, um, not allowed to have

my phone here on shift, sir.

Good man. Good man.

I'll see you soon.

I just forwarded all the info on

Paul Cook to your NeuroAccess.

Thank you, Amy.

Okay.

You expecting injuries?

If I wasn't, I'd still

be at a youth soccer field

pretending to care.

So that's going well.

I mean, the kid's fine.

Really trying, but man,

two left feet.

Luckily, she's a whiz

at math, so...

Morning.

-Morning, sir.

-Sir.

We pulled the

Graviton's last known position

before comms degraded.

Low Earth orbit

decaying slightly.

So this wasn't pilot error?

No.

Looks like a space storm.

The Graviton hit a solar flare

on its entry into low orbit.

Well, hopefully it's just that.

Unfortunately, it

hit it just right.

Anyway.

Mission control is

ready and waiting?

We'll be ready in 10.

-Eight.

-Good.

Manifest says 12 on board.

This ship can only hold eight.

It's fine.

We're not extracting anyone.

This isn't a search and rescue?

Oh, "and rescue" is

the key component.

Our priority is

crew stabilization

and damage assessment.

Right, which is why we'll send

a second ship if necessary.

Our job is to get eyes

on the Graviton

and secure the situation.

Secure it from what exactly?

Communications are

intermittent with the Graviton.

So we're flying blind?

No, you're flying prepared.

And the payload?

Quasi-crystal.

I assume I don't have to

explain to you guys that

that's what makes

inter-solar travel possible.

That crew has mined on an

alien planet far away from here.

And I want it... here... today.

Or...

a lot of people are

gonna lose their jobs.

Copy that, sir.

I want that hack box

installed on the mainframe

as soon as you board, okay?

I need remote access.

No delays.

-Of course.

-Yes, sir.

You got it.

Okay. Let's do this.

You heard the man.

Let's load up.

Amy?

Wilson and I have

loaded the chopper with

everything we need to

work from the satellite dish.

Ah, great.

So Wilson's ready?

Ready.

Waiting in the chopper.

Okay.

Let's go meet

this Dr. Paul Cook.

Apparently, he just

saved my company.

Hold on.

Life signs?

Human?

Cayce.

Medical bay.

Vitals are dropping.

You're gonna need a wingman.

Jennings, you stay here,

keep pushing the signal.

Maybe someone will hear us.

I'll disable lockdown.

No. You can't override

the lockdown.

It'll wake the computer

for voice commands.

That'll lead to more

aliens here in the hallways.

Manual override.

That's the only way

to get over the full lockdown

without alerting the computer.

Jennings.

What does it look

like out there?

It's too quiet.

Wait.

We need to move.

Go, Dyson, go, go, go!

That's a lot of aliens.

Bulkhead rating?

Ballista composite,

rated for degrees, strike

and rapid decompression.

It should hold them back.

Should?

Jennings, options.

A good one? I mean,

we're sharing

the orbital plane

with Station 7.

-Can we reach them?

-Direct comms, no.

But maybe we can

attempt a tight beam burst?

-Morse code.

-Yeah.

No one knows that anymore.

Morse code?

Captains know Morse code.

It's in our training manual.

But Captain, it's not going

to give us rescue clearance.

This is a private ship.

I know. Route it through

the Space Force.

No, they'll just bounce

it back to Origen unless...

Unless I have a

reason they won't.

That's right, your

dad is General Kruger.

Don't remind me.

I try not to call in favors,

but I'm making an exception

in this case considering

it's our lives.

Holy crap.

We need that call to go

through to the General.

We've got royalty.

I'm on a clandestine

drilling op with

questionable cargo and

confirmed hostile aliens.

There's no royalty here.

Rumor has it he's in

charge of an Echo team.

Is that true, Captain?

Yes. An alien containment

unit, but since

it's officially not

connected to the military,

he would never admit it.

Still, a bunch of badasses.

Okay, I'll piggyback

on the burst

with an emergency

element packet.

If anyone's listening,

this should alert them.

Let's hope we get

a hold of Echo teams.

Hi, can I help you?

Room is secure.

Thanks, Wilson.

Ah.

You must be Paul Cook.

Lester Sorrento.

Hello.

Yes, Mr. Sorrento.

Who is he?

Don't mind Wilson.

So, you're the one who

caught the Graviton's burst.

Yes, sir.

It wasn't a clean packet.

It degraded on arrival.

But the modulation

matched their drive signature,

and it carried

a Prometheus warning.

Is this your work station?

Yes, sir.

That's my station.

Have you, uh, triangulated

their position yet?

Within a margin, yes.

I was trying to isolate

their carrier frequency

when you arrived, but

something's odd about it.

They're in a decaying low Earth

orbit, slightly off nominal.

Mainframe access confirmed.

We're riding the

dish directly now.

That bypasses the

Origen relay stack.

You caught me, Paul.

Ah.

I'm hijacking my own dish.

Why?

Mission control

filters everything.

I need raw data.

I need it now.

I have almost a

dozen hardworking

astronauts trapped up there.

So every piece of information

is critical, okay, Paul?

The Graviton's beacon

is intermittently dropping.

But not randomly.

It looks like interference

or suppression.

From the ship?

No. At least I don't think so.

The signal loss coincides

with internal power cycling.

Something on board

is drawing a lot of energy.

I need live tracking

on the Graviton.

And the cargo.

Trajectory, mass variance,

everything.

I can do that.

Can you...

Mm-mm.

It'll take me a minute

to sync your hardware

with the dish calibration, but,

yes, I can get

you a continuous look.

Good. Good, Paul.

Paul, you, um...

Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul.

Paul, what you're seeing here,

doesn't go in

the reports, okay?

It doesn't go to social.

It just stays right here.

Me and you.

Between us.

I don't really do social.

Hmm.

Lester, Salvo-9 team is online.

Ah, great.

They should be approaching

the Graviton soon.

What's our, uh...

what's our time?

30 minutes to intercept.

Salvo-9, this is Origen Dish.

Confirm you're receiving?

Origen Dish, Salvo-9.

What's the latest?

We're tracking the Graviton

now.

Comms still intermittent.

Lockdown confirmed.

Ask if they're getting

any life scan telemetry.

Vitals, anything.

-The doc asks if...

-Yeah, we heard. We know.

Anything come through, Paul?

Mm-mm.

Yeah, nothing.

It's, uh...

Here's what we know.

The Graviton took

a solar particle hit,

and since then its internal

power has been cycling.

Something is showing way

more energy than it should be.

-From the drive?

-Propulsion or containment?

It's unclear.

Whatever it is, it isn't

a standard system load.

Sir, are we talking instability?

Combustion?

Decomposition risk?

I don't know.

But...

We're seeing a plus

or minus 5 amp variance,

well within the hull

and reactor tolerances.

And we're airlocked

on the handshake.

There shouldn't be a problem.

And if we find casualties?

Well...

Do the best you can.

You know... We'll make

the hard choices on site.

We'll maintain

a passive approach.

No active ping until docking.

Okay. I need to know if

there's any mass variances,

trajectory changes, anything.

Copy that.

We'll keep feeding

you live updates

as long as the dish holds lock.

Appreciate it.

Salvo-9 standing by.

We're not going

to find any bodies.

Makes your job that

much easier, huh, Doc?

I don't want my

job to be that easy.

30 minutes.

Relative velocity matched.

Aligning docking collar.

Contact in five... four...

three...

two... one...

Soft capture confirmed.

That smooth handshake.

Initiating hard seal.

Seal holding.

All right.

Weapons live.

Stay tight.

Pressure matched.

Airlock stable.

Computer...

Open the airlock door.

That's reassuring.

Manual override.

Seriously?

A billion dollar spaceship

has a crank for a failsafe.

Analog, baby.

No better backup.

On me.

After you.

Doc!

Doc?

Uh... Come on!

Come on. Close!

Doc, you there?

You're... You're alive?

I'm back in the Salvo-9.

Where are you?

I... I don't know.

Some kind of hangar. I'm...

I'm in an escape pod.

Good. Okay.

That's good.

Is Max...

I think most of the people

on this ship are dead.

Oh, God, Snider!

I gotta see my daughter again.

You will. You hear me?

You will.

Okay, now this is

what we're gonna do.

You said you're in a pod?

Uh, yeah.

Okay. I think I can

remote launch it.

What? No!

-I don't know how to...

-You don't have to!

I'm gonna send you home.

I'll follow right behind you

once I know you're safe.

What was the score of

the game when you left?

Uh...

19 to 1.

That's a football score.

Who got the 1?

The other team made a mistake.

Buckle up.

Snider...

Thank you.

Doc?

Doc, do you copy?

Sorrento to Salvo-9, come in?

Oh, not now.

Sorrento to Salvo-9, come in.

Go for Snider.

Snider, why am I

getting an alert that

you're trying to taxi

the ship already?

Is the payload secure?

Snider...

Why are you bringing

the ship offline?

Max is dead.

And Doc is... gone.

There are hostile alien

lifeforms all over the Graviton.

Okay, um...

Is the payload secure?

Excuse me?

The quasicrystal, Snider.

The reason you

were deployed...

I was deployed to

assess damage and risk.

You are there because

I pay you to be there.

The mission was very clear.

Retrieve the quasicrystal.

This device allows me

to override the Graviton

and bring

control here to me.

I need you to install it.

If I go back in there,

I'm dog meat. We need backup.

I don't disagree.

But... right now...

You are the backup.

No deal.

Snider...

I, um...

I think you forgot that I have

control of the Salvo-9 remotely.

You're not going anywhere.

I could...

blow it up if I wanted to.

Ten million.

Sorry, say that again?

A barrel.

With a five million dollar

bonus transferred immediately.

Doc's daughter, not to me.

Done.

Check your NeuroAccess link.

Confirmed.

Good.

What?

Never meet your heroes, right?

Kid, hey, kid, kid, hey!

Do you have any idea

of the stakes here?

The future is at stake.

The future of space travel.

The future of technology.

The future of life

on Earth and beyond.

Do... you understand what kind

of a burden that is for me?

Who lives?

Who dies?

Who gets rich?

Who gets nothing?

I don't need your judgment.

Mr. Cook, why don't

you step outside?

Mr. Wilson.

Look at him!

Look at him just staring away!

Like it's my fault.

It's my fault some

aliens attacked my ship.

Unbelievable.

Unbelievable.

What if they're alive?

Oh, come on.

Hold on, Wilson.

Who? Who's alive?

The astronauts.

You're a trillionaire.

Isn't that enough?

How much money do you need?

No one else is

traveling to space

except for you and your

trillionaire friends.

And all of the exploited

people you hired.

-Paul...

-No, screw this.

Lives are at stake here.

People need to

know what's going on.

They need to know that you

don't

give a damn about

your employees.

Wilson, please,

will you take the

soon-to-be Dr. Cook

to the janitor's closet?

Paul... Paul, Paul, Paul.

Hey, hey, hey.

Mr. Wilson here

could break an arm.

Or a leg.

Or...

Or...

Paul, I don't want

to have to do that.

The closet's good.

Oh, and... You're right.

If there is life, Snider will

know what to do.

Go.

All right.

Keep an eye on him.

Come on.

Let's move.

I can call Dr. Gandell,

the one who retired.

-I'm fine.

-I'm sure he's available.

I'm fine.

Fine.

I don't need some old,

retired academic

telling me

what I already know.

General, we need you

at the Space Center.

Sir, telemetry just

flagged an inbound object

with a

non-ballistic trajectory.

Sounds like space junk.

Uh, call Todd at DAS.

That's his department.

General, it's not space junk.

We thought that at first.

But the signature is Origen.

That figures.

Tell him I had a conversation

with Sorrento.

He's aware of the cutoff.

There's more.

We believe that the object

is an emergency pod

that left the Graviton.

It's a single-occupant craft.

We just detected 15

new life forms, General.

I assume you ruled out mice?

There's life on the craft,

but we don't think it's human.

Where's it headed?

Impact zone is somewhere

in the Los Angeles area.

Time of impact?

At its current speed,

45 minutes, 10 seconds.

And you're just

telling me this now?

Take me back to base.

I'll brief the

President en route.

Find me Sorrento.

And instead of the base,

we're going on a detour.

I guess everything they say

about Sorrento is true, huh?

Hey, how long have you

been working for him?

I mean, I couldn't even

do it for more than an hour.

Okay.

Well, you've made your point.

You need to move.

I need to leave.

No.

You can't keep me here.

I have rights.

Look, Sorrento can

threaten me all he wants,

and I can sue him back

to being a billionaire.

You think you can

win against him?

Now, you can leave

when Mr. Sorrento

tells me you can leave.

There's a phone

right over there.

Can I call my

girlfriend at least?

Let her know

I'll be staying late?

Can I at least go

to the bathroom?

Will you let me do that?

Do you really want me

to go in the closet?

Because that is not going

to be pleasant for anyone.

Nah.

Fine.

I guess I'll stay in here then.

We found Sorrento.

How?

Some kid from

the Origen Dish said

that he's being held

hostage by Sorrento.

Origen Dish?

And we believe him?

Everything checks out.

Should I get Sorrento

on the phone?

No. No.

I'll pay him a visit in person.

I'm going to shut

this down for good.

Mobilize Echo to intercept the landing.

I want eyes on this thing

the moment it makes an impact.

Ah! Found you!

General, Echo Team is coming

through from the impact site.

It's Commander Draven.

Put it on speaker.

Draven, this is Kruger.

Sir, confirming impact.

Origen mining escape pod.

Class 170.

Likely from the Graviton.

Is anyone alive?

Negative so far.

Hull's been compromised

from re-entry.

A lot of impact burns.

Windows are dark.

No movement.

Okay. Lock the site

down for extraction.

Keep quarantine

procedures in effect.

I'll call back with further.

Lester.

We have company.

Great.

Wilson, you do not want to draw

down on a four-star general.

General, I didn't see you.

Where is Paul Cook?

In here, sir.

Why were you in there?

That's a long story, sir.

General.

Paul Cook.

It's an honor to meet you, sir.

Edward, take him.

Full protection. Debrief.

-Get him to medical.

-Yes, General.

Mr. Cook is needed here.

He'll be fine.

I understand mercenary, son.

But sooner or later,

you have to figure out

you're on the losing side.

Bring me Lester.

Yes, sir.

What's this?

The Prometheus override.

And who authorized it.

General Kruger.

I did not expect

to see you in person.

One of your escape pods just

landed right outside Hemet.

Luckily, it was compromised, so

nothing seems to have survived.

Yeah. It's true.

The Graviton flew

through a solar event

and messed up

all the internals

which triggered the

launch of one of the pods.

But that's why I'm here.

To direct it away

from populated areas.

Yeah.

It almost hit Los Angeles.

But it didn't thanks to me.

And you are welcome.

And the fact that

we found non-human organic life

would be a surprise to you?

Dead, thank God.

Uh... yeah.

Shocking, actually.

It's fascinating, though.

I have so many questions.

The Graviton is a

registered mining craft.

Last I looked,

you weren't authorized

to excavate any planets.

Um... Paperwork.

I got caught up in paperwork.

I just found out

last week myself.

But I have my team of

lawyers fixing this.

Initially, as

a matter of fact,

that's what I thought we

were talking about today.

You illegally mined a planet.

Endangered your crew,

and potentially introduced

alien life to Earth.

There's aliens on the Graviton.

If they land, Earth will

be overrun within a day.

I'm sorry. We're gonna blow

up the Graviton.

Uh... Teddy. Teddy.

Well, um... I didn't

want to bring this up.

Be really careful what

you're about to say.

Your daughter.

What about Katie?

Katie.

Yes, Katie.

Katie, about eight months ago,

started to work for me.

-Why wasn't I--

-I know.

She's a very proud

woman, General.

She didn't want anybody to know

who her very famous father is.

She thought it might

compromise her authority.

So, you know that she

even changed her name.

I wanted to tell you, I did.

But in condition of her

taking the Commander's chair

on the Graviton,

I just had to...

You know, I respected it.

Okay.

We won't blow the ship up.

We're still taking

control of the ship.

And this operation is over.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's not over.

The priority

right now is bringing

the Graviton back to Earth.

And you need my help to do that.

Because you know I can do that.

But not without

your full support.

When was the last time you

had contact with the Graviton?

Uh...

Ten minutes ago.

You spoke to my

daughter ten minutes ago?

No, no, no, no.

Solar interference

knocked out direct

communications.

So I sent a search and rescue

mission to find them.

And?

And they just arrived.

It's a little bit of

interference, though,

which is why

I'm here at the dish.

Lester, where

was that ship coming from?

Planet Eris.

Eris?

Lester, you knew when

we discovered that planet

that it was hostile.

Yes, but it's also where

the quasicrystal is, General.

It's the most important

thing...

General.

Draven, it's from Eris.

Splitters.

You sure?

What's the protocol?

We have to destroy the ship.

We have to destroy

the lead alien.

We have to

destroy all the aliens

before that ship gets to Earth.

Copy.

Wait, wait, wait.

What are you doing?

This facility is under

military lockdown.

General, I am not the enemy.

I'm here to help you guys.

Then help me.

What's the status

of the Graviton?

Okay.

Okay.

Graviton is in

Prometheus lockdown.

Meaning?

Meaning control of the craft

is transferred to us here.

At the Dish?

But solar interference has

compromised that control.

They're flying blind

with Splitters on board.

Splitters?

Echo team encountered

them a few years ago.

They split or multiply

to overwhelm their targets.

But they're a hive mind

species.

One alien goes

on a ship, splits.

That first alien,

the Queen,

once we k*ll the first one

they propagated from,

none of the other

aliens can split.

We k*ll that first one, we

essentially k*ll all of them.

Interesting.

You think your search

and rescue can help?

Amy?

No contact from Salvo-9.

Anything?

Negative, no signs of life.

Arrives in three, red zone

is clear and under quarantine.

Anything moves,

we'll take care of it.

The mission has changed.

Did you know that Katie

was working for Origen?

Not until you just told me, sir.

We haven't kept in

contact since we split. Why?

She's the captain

of the Graviton.

Why was she on Eris?

Sir, that place is infested.

I'll debrief you on

your way to Edwards.

I need to send you and your

team to the Graviton now.

Yes, sir.

Stop the Splitters.

Find the Queen if you can.

Sir, they're fast, lethal.

Not hard to k*ll,

but hard to stop.

But if the Queen dies,

they die.

We'll take care of it.

Okay.

Call when you're on your way.

Copy. Let's move.

What the...

Three minutes 'til dock.

You okay?

Don't worry, boss.

We'll save your ex.

Even if she did dump your a*s.

Careful, Zav.

Just joking.

It's the woman he loves,

and she's trapped up

there with Splitters.

Read the room.

It's fine.

Katie can handle herself.

I don't know anybody

who can survive Splitters.

It's not impossible.

As long as they can

barricade themselves.

It just means if we

find anyone alive

on the ship,

we gotta get them off.

And then?

Then we blow up the ship.

We have a ping.

The Graviton is in sight.

There she is.

Easy now.

Coming in, boys.

Dock confirmed.

Structural lock holding.

Pressure seal is nominal.

Power umbilical engaged.

Beginning equalization.

Standby.

Atmosphere is matched.

No pressure differential.

All right.

Zav, breach in systems.

Vasquez, reach security.

Eyes up.

No assumptions.

Copy.

Breaching systems.

Security, copy.

Remember, we move controlled.

We don't rush.

Anything moves without

clearance, you put it down.

Understood?

-Understood.

-Copy that.

On you, Zav.

Vasquez, point.

Contact!

Status?

Green.

a*mo nominal.

Ugly b*stards.

Not as ugly as you, Vasquez.

Focus.

Hold.

Cover.

Vasquez, point.

Hold. Cover.

Zav, I need a bypass.

Zav, status.

I'm trying.

But there's multiple

layers of code.

sh*t.

Hurry up, Zav.

I'm trying, I'm trying.

Got it!

Go! Move!

Draven!

Katie.

You injured?

What's your crew status?

Unknown.

Lockdown sealed

all the compartments.

If there's any crew still

alive, they could be trapped.

There's no confirmed life

signs outside of this room.

But without a mainframe...

Those aliens breached the vents.

Splitters.

That's what they're called.

You guys from Origen?

-Space Force.

-Space Force.

This is Dyson, Chief Engineer.

Jennings, Head Navigator.

I'm Draven.

Zav. That's Vasquez.

We're Echo Team.

Wait, Draven?

Like that, Draven?

Solar damage

knocked out the comms

and Prometheus

locked down everything.

So we're in a

low decaying orbit.

If we stay manual,

we'll hit the atmosphere.

We're trying to

get back online so

we can steer it

away from the entry.

Who's taking control

of the ship right now?

Who do you think?

Why? You know he's trying

to save you, right?

He's trying to

save his payload.

There's a difference.

He couldn't give a

rat's a*s about us.

If this ship lands

on Earth, these...

Splitters.

Will reproduce at

an unfathomable rate.

Entire populations will

be knocked out in days.

We're lucky if

Earth lasts a week.

Your last cargo haul.

Is that where the

Splitters came from?

I'm not sure.

But that's the best bet.

Plus, there's been a high yield

energy spike in the cargo bay.

How so?

It just started spiking

the day of the incident.

We thought it was the

quasicrystal from Eris.

But the indicators flagged

a large, organic mass.

And it's increasing.

That's not a nest.

-You think it's a breeder?

-Nope.

That's a Queen.

What do you mean, a Queen?

What I mean is

that it doesn't matter

if we land the ship

on Earth or not.

What matters is

if we k*ll that Queen.

It does matter.

That pod landed about

50 miles outside Los Angeles.

Yeah, we thought there

were Splitters on board.

But all the ones

we found were dead.

Are you absolutely sure?

No. But they take orders

from the Queen.

And they'll do

anything to protect her.

But...

If the Queen dies, the Splitters

no longer split.

They have a hive-like mindset.

So then we find the Queen,

we k*ll her, and we

k*ll the Splitters.

Can you keep us out of reentry?

I can maintain altitude

for a short period of time,

but I can't regain

guidance control.

Not with Prometheus hard-locked.

Can you break Prometheus?

I mean, if we could

stop the lockdown,

we can

get you out of here.

We can see if the other

crew members are still alive.

Not from here.

Engineering has

the interlock node.

We hit the reentry

point in 30 minutes.

Katie, can you draw

me a map to cargo?

No.

If you're going, I'm going.

Vasquez, Dyson, Engineering.

Zav, you're with me.

Captain Vega, you're with me.

Move.

15 minutes, okay?

If we can't regain control,

we fall back to the Juggernaut.

-No hero moves.

-Copy.

Engineering's that way.

On me.

Zav, at my six.

Thank you.

Holy sh*t!

Contact!

-On the wall!

-Zav!

-On your right!

-Left side, left side!

Clear, clear!

Status!

So much for stealth mode.

Move!

Dyson.

Dyson!

Dyson!

I'm here. I'm here.

Still breathing.

How much longer?

Just keep sh**ting.

And don't miss.

Roger that.

Dr. De Sota.

Medic.

Best dad jokes on the ship.

- Hey.

- Hello?

Is somebody there?

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Adams?

Vasquez, medic office.

Tell Dyson to

prioritize this door.

You got that?

Yeah, I heard.

I'm almost there.

Done.

Door's opening.

What is that--

Thank you.

You okay?

Who are you?

Come on.

Come on.

You're okay.

-We good?

-Copy.

What's the status on

the rest of the doors?

Doors are live in

controlled zones.

You hear that, Draven?

You can get to the cargo bay.

-Roger.

-We have ten minutes.

Take Adams and Jennings from

the bridge to the Juggernaut.

I'm not leaving.

-Let us do our job.

-And let me do mine.

Fine.

Zav.

Take Adams and

Jennings to the ship.

Meet us at cargo.

-Okay.

-Come on.

Zav.

If we don't make it, you lift.

No hesitation.

Understood?

Cargo.

This is where we

loaded the minerals.

They broke in.

Power draw was the highest here.

Someone's inside.

On me.

Don't sh**t.

It's me. Snider.

Salvo-9.

Salvo-9?

That's Origen.

Search and rescue.

More search than rescue.

You okay?

We need to move.

We need to move now.

The Queen, we have to find her.

Or the aliens

will destroy Earth.

I know, but this

isn't their nest.

Why is the power so high?

Because this is where they fed.

Move! Grab Snider!

Move now!

Vasquez, close the cargo doors!

Ah! She's not here!

Which means, Planet Eris

may still have the Queen.

Nothing left to

bring us back online.

We still have a few minutes.

Let's make our way

back to the bridge.

Look, the good news is that

we still have local access.

Stores, computers, et cetera.

What good would

that do if we can

steer that away

from the reentry pole?

We need to leave

in the Juggernaut.

So partial authority.

Enough to move people, but

not enough to save the ship.

Look, if we don't get boost

to perigee in 12 minutes...

We enter the atmosphere.

What?

-Juggernaut.

-Docking quarter.

Two docks forward.

Sir, Snider succeeded.

The override device

has been successfully

installed to the

Graviton's mainframe.

Ah. Nice.

What does that mean?

It means we can

lock into the ship...

and take full control from here.

Don't worry, General.

No, the locks!

We're gonna be stuck in here.

-Code rejected.

-It's not possible.

We fixed that already.

Maybe when we shot up the place?

No, no. That's external.

This is internal.

You fix it on one computer,

you fix it everywhere.

No, no. Damn it!

It's flipped.

We're back in manual override.

Contact left!

-It's overriding us!

-I'm still turning!

It doesn't matter!

Prometheus already k*lled

the physical loop.

We're done here!

We're done!

Fall back! Fall back!

Move! Move! Move!

Move!

Get on the bridge!

We gotta move! We gotta move!

Hold.

Clear!

Jennings!

God, we're never going

to get out of this ship!

You all right, Vasquez?

You're not looking so hot!

We have one

minute until re-entry!

Where's Snider?

30 seconds to mesosphere entry!

Katie, when we get back--

Status check!

Jennings, time to land?

26 minutes until ground contact!

-We still can't steer?

-Negative!

External control only.

Sorrento!

Snider! He must have got

Sorrento access to the ship!

Damn it!

If we land, we unleash

all the Splitters!

The hell with them!

We seed the planet!

We didn't defeat the Queen,

the Splitters will

take over Earth!

That's just it then.

We got one more play.

We scuttle the ship!

We tried to blow it from the

outside, now from the inside.

Only we're in it!

We're dead either way.

Not necessarily.

Do we have access

to the Juggernaut?

I cracked the lockdown.

We should have

access to the Juggernaut.

If we have access,

I can fly it.

I don't need Origen permission.

I just need power and timing.

What if we don't make it to

the Juggernaut in 15 minutes?

When I press this button,

Draven, Zav, and I

will go find Snider.

The rest of you,

get to the Juggernaut!

I can make it with you.

I can do it.

No, you can't!

You can barely stand.

You get to the Juggernaut.

The Splitters are everywhere.

That's an order!

Not back in 10 minutes...

You leave us!

Understood?

You've all done your jobs

better than anybody could have

asked.

Ready?

Let's move!

Move, move, move,

move, move, move!

General.

-What just happened?

-Checking.

We've just received word

there is a massive alien

invasion currently occurring

across Los Angeles County.

Oh, no!

Multiple emergency response

units are overwhelmed and

communications are becoming

increasingly fragmented.

Mom?

-Go through!

-Zav, on me!

Go, go, go!

Sir, the Graviton has initiated

the self-destruct protocol.

All right.

Son... of...

a b*tch!

Lock them out of all controls.

Override all safety measures.

Terminate self-destruct.

Bring that ship to full speed.

I want my payload,

and I want it now!

On it, sir.

Contact!

Clear, clear!

Stairs!

14 minutes.

Snider!

None of you should be down here.

We're leaving the Graviton.

How? Why?

Why? We're going to blow

up this damn ship.

No! You can't.

We'll explain on the way

to the Juggernaut. Let's go.

I'll give you half.

Half of what?

I made a deal with Sorrento.

For every container filled with

quasicrystal, I get ten million.

You get half.

Even if the ship makes it to

Earth, none of that matters.

Sorrento will

exterminate the Splitters.

He's done it before.

Even if that were true,

on Earth, that's impossible.

Take half. Please.

Let's go.

Let's move, Snider!

Okay.

No, Snider!

You should've taken the money!

No, no.

No, no, Draven.

No, no.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Get to the ship.

Get to the ship.

I'm not leaving you.

Shadow. Shadow.

The Queen is on the ship.

I need to move you, okay?

I can't. I can't.

I'm not leaving you.

Not again. Not ever.

Let's go. Let's go!

Draven!

Where's Zavala?

Come on.

Let's go.

Sit him down over here.

Come on, sit down.

Snider ambushed us.

Zavala didn't make it.

Fragmenting round.

Lung contusion. Slow bleed.

He's stable for now,

but that's all I can promise.

Okay.

You're bleeding.

Through and through.

Missed anything vital.

You'll live if we

get you planetside.

Folks, ten minutes.

Patch me up on Earth, Doc.

We need to go.

I'm trying.

I don't have control anymore.

Bay doors won't open.

They locked us out.

Captain, self-destruct

has stopped.

No, no, that's not possible.

None of this should be possible!

Sorrento.

He took the ship back.

We can't let the ship land.

The Queen. The Queen!

The Queen's still on board.

You k*ll the Queen,

you k*ll all Splitters.

But without self-destruct...

We blow it up manually.

You would have to take out

the core to take the ship down.

The reactor.

We blow that up...

Everything goes.

That's where the Queen is.

We have ion accelerator bars.

Emergency power cells?

How many do you have?

Three.

I take one to blow

the bay doors.

I take two to

overload the reactor.

You're not going.

I have to.

Besides, internal bleeding.

I'm not making it back in.

Is that true?

You know he never

stopped loving you, right?

Good luck.

Wait.

This is an adrenaline shot.

Just in case.

Thanks.

Dyson, Jennings,

let's blow a door.

-Do you think they--

-Stay focused.

These doors aren't

just blast rated.

They're reinforced for vacuum

share and high velocity docking.

We're not blowing

through them clean.

I thought one

ion bar would do it.

We need to rethink this.

It won't work, Captain.

This is bullshit. We can't

even blow the doors off.

We destroy

the locking collars.

Okay. And it should free up

some structural restraint.

-Pressure does the rest.

-Exactly.

Control wall.

We'll set it there.

-Give me ten seconds.

-You've got eight.

Splitters.

Keep working.

Got it.

Let's blow the locks off now.

These doors weren't

meant to be forced.

-Jennings, time!

-I need six seconds!

-They're coming, guys!

-Well, hold them back!

-We're good! -Let's go, let's

go, let's go!

Everybody, strap in!

Do it now!

Arming manual detonation.

Three, two, one!

sh*t!

Sir, we lost power

in the Graviton.

Sector three alpha.

-Where?

-Dock Bay.

Re-entry stress or internal?

-I... I don't...

-Okay, move on.

High energy blast

or direct blast?

Are they trying to escape?

They're trying

to destroy my cargo.

-My crystal!

-It makes no sense.

We can bring them down safely.

Guidance is...

It's irrelevant,

it's irrelevant.

They know it.

They know where they can...

Okay, you can leave.

Please. You can leave.

You can leave.

Wilson, get her out of here.

Really?

Both of you.

Get the hell out of here!

Go!

Get the chopper ready.

No, no, no.

You're not winning this time.

You're not gonna win.

The doors are still attached!

We need to go!

Fire those engines!

I can't!

I don't know this ship!

I got it!

Jennings, move!

Let's go home.

Good job, Vasquez.

How are you doing?

Doing pretty good.

Everyone?

Okay.

Thankful.

Let's go home.

Yes!

Oh, oh!

sh*t.

You two chose the planet

and our safety

over everything else.

No hesitation,

just pure sacrifice.

If there's a better definition

it.partnership, I don't know

And I couldn't be more proud.

-Do you?

-I do.

I do.

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