01x03 - Meteor

[bunniefuu]

Someone intentionally
broke the communicator?

Exactly. Whoever's
responsible is on this ship.

Kanata?

Whoa! Too close!

Is everything okay?

You look kind of worried.

If there's anything you
ever wanna talk about,

just you and me, I'm here!

We are friends, after all!

Yeah.

Aries Spring.

She was never out of
my sight during the time

that the communicator
must have been destroyed.

No, wait, she did leave
to go get changed.

Hey, there, you two.
Fancy a tasting?

Herb-grilled Tur-Gon breast
and suspicious scones

with dried eccentric fruits.

Looks delicious and
sounds like it could k*ll us!

I'd love to try some.

Huh?

The color of your eyes.

Yes. They've been different
ever since I was born.

Kinda weird, isn't it?

Heh. I'm sorry for staring.

They just remind me
of someone I know.

Charce Lacroix.

Extremely smart and
well-versed in biology.

Good looking, a great cook.

Wow, I kinda hate how perfect
I just made him sound.

I finished with
ship maintenance.

Uh. Great.

Zack Walker.
Brilliant scientist.

I don't think he's a
suspect since he's the one

who found the
broken communicator.

Unless that was to throw me off.

I need more time

and more information
on the others.

Thank you so much, Luca!

What are you up to?

Isn't it cute?

Wow! He made a little hair pin

out of that star flower!

Heh. I found some resin,
so it was no problem.

Funicia Raffaelli.
Quitterie's sister.

She's only ten, so she's
out of the question.

Luca Esposito.

He definitely has the
dexterity to pull off

a trick like that, but...

Hm. You don't have a fever.

I tried to check for unknown
pathogens, but you're fine.

Must be fatigue. You should
try to get some rest.

I'm so sorry.

Also, would you stop
apologizing for everything?

I just so happen to know
a lot about medicine,

so it's no big.

Take care of yourself.

So weird.

Uh--

Quitterie Raffaelli.

Daughter of a famous doctor.

She's the one who's
complained the most,

so it seems unlikely
she's behind this.

Yunhua Lu.
Shy, and never really talks.

She seems harmless,
but she's also

the one I know least about.

Ugh! So dumb!

Everyone seems suspicious.

But at the same time, like,
they couldn't have done it.

Ulgar. This place is...
what, storage?

Why were you in there?

Did you find anything good?

If I did find anything in there,
I'd use it to keep myself alive.

I don't report to you.

Listen.

Personally, I don't mind
if you don't wanna

open up to the others.

But... if there's
anything you wanna say,

you can say it to me.
We're all friends here.

Way too close.

Friends, huh?

Nice try, but I don't really
do the whole "friend" thing.

Stay away from me.

I don't know who destroyed it.

And I can't imagine
why they did.

Are we totally sure
it was one of us

that tampered with it? No.

Worrying about it
won't do any good.

We just need to get home.

Safely.

Out of FTL and in normal drive.

Everyone, get ready. We'll be
landing on Shummoor soon.

Why is no one listening to me?

Stop joking around! We're there!

Okay, Mom. We hear you.

I'm not your mom!

Aries, did you say you
just transferred in June?

Like, this year?

That's right!

I got picked to be an honor
student in my second year,

so they allowed me to
transfer to Caird High,

--and, here I am.
--That's crazy!

Funi came to our family
in June, too, right?

It was after my mother
passed away in an accident.

I spent some time
in an organage.

Pretty sure you
mean "orphanage."

After a few days,
some folks showed up

and said they found a
brand new family for us.

You must have been surprised
that it happened so fast. Right?

Nah, we kinda knew about it.

The night I
arrived at the place,

I got up to go to the bathroom
and heard some people talking.

The headmaster was sitting

with a man wearing sunglasses.

They mentioned something
about me getting adopted.

So I kinda knew it was coming.

Really? On the same night
that you arrived there?

Maybe it was all
set up in advance?

The guy in the sunglasses

seemed to know me, too.
He even talked about my show!

Wait, let me get this straight.

This dude actually
mentioned your puppet?

Yeah! I didn't really
understand him.

But I definitely heard
him say Animaroid B-5.

That's the show that
Beego is on, you know?

So I knew they knew about him!

I think he said...

"Put her in B-5 and then
we can illuminate them all."

Huh? What does that even mean?

Get seated, everyone.

That story makes no sense.

You're sure that's what the
guy in the sunglasses said?

Yep.

B-5. Okay.

Team B-5.
Not illuminate. Eliminate.

Maybe they planned to put us all

in the same team and
then k*ll us in space.

Hey! You're sure those
were his exact words?

Uh-huh.

If what she's saying is
true, that would mean...

...the nine of us weren't
randomly selected to be here.

We were deliberately chosen.

We were meant to die together.

----That can't be true!

So then... Funi getting adopted.

Aries transferring.
That was all someone's plan.

Could it maybe have been the guy

in the sunglasses
that she saw that night?

He seems likely.

Maybe someone in our
school administration?

Someone with the power
to transfer students

and also choose who
goes on what team?

Hey.

My father's the vice-principal.

Seriously? Your dad?

Vice-principal?

Tell us!
Is your dad a part of this?

How would I know?

That said, he's ashamed
of his failure of a son.

At school, he even hides
the fact that we're related.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he was involved

or wanted me dead.

I don't think it's
a great idea for us

to start jumping to conclusions.

There's just too much that
we don't know at the moment.

Kanata.

Listen. You need to know.

There's more to this.

Hold on, one of you guys
destroyed the communicator?

But, wh-why would someone...?

It's the only
logical conclusion.

I don't wanna
believe it, either.

Why would anyone do that?

Think about it.
If there really was

a plan to k*ll all
of us, it makes sense.

One of us tried
to make that happen.

And our deaths were
designed to look

like a camping accident.

No! Who? Who did this?

I can't sit around
with a serial k*ller.

Why would anyone
want to m*rder me?

That's insane.

No.

Quitterie. Please calm down.

Stay back! It could
be you for all I know!

I swear it's not me.

Can you prove that?

No. None of us can
prove that we're innocent.

Not under these circumstances.

Hm?

Uh, that was me.

At a time like this?!

Oh. That was
your stomach growling?

I'm kind of impressed.

I'm sorry. But it's almost 3PM.

So it's like
an alarm for snack time?

Kanata said hunger
is the worst enemy,

and I think he's right.

Why don't we delay
the landing for a bit?

We'll all feel better if we
talk over some grub, right?

Yay!

Great!

That sounds good.

Actually, I've
come up with a new menu.

--Snacks! Snacks!
--I am hungry!

Same!

I can't thank
her enough, as always.

Oh, wow, Charce,
these are great!

Like a cereal bar
with dried fruit.

Thanks.

I thought they'd make for
an easy portable snack.

Aries, back there, I...

What's up?

I'm sorry.

Don't be! Perfectly
natural reaction.

Gross. Chew or talk
but don't do both!

Oh, now that's
a hard decision to make.

No, it's not.

You stay away from me.

The accident that happened to us

may have been part
of a larger plan.

Does anyone have any idea why
someone would want us all dead?

No, of course not.

Maybe individually,
but not everyone.

Is there really a reason
common to all of us?

That seems unlikely.

I'm confused.

Was that sphere part
of the k*ller's plan

or something different
all together?

Because they got sucked in, too.

They risked dying
in the middle of space

along with the rest of us.

It doesn't make sense.

No, that's why this spaceship
was waiting up here for them.

It was their getaway!
That had to be their plan!

But the ship wasn't
ready for long-distance travel

when we got in it.

She's right. How was the
k*ller planning to get home?

That's not exactly a
good plan if you ask me.

Maybe they weren't going home.

They could be on the list
just like the rest of us.

Like a m*rder-suicide you mean?

I don't know why they
would do that, mind you,

or what the k*ller
is living with now.

But, it's an explanation.

If there really is some
psycho k*ller among us,

and they don't care about
their own life then...

They could still be
scheming a way to carry out

their extermination plan.

And doing that would
be pretty easy,

if you don't care
about your own life.

All you'd have to do
is disable the ship.

What happened?

Oh, crap! There's a
hole in the wall!

We're losing oxygen!

Looks like the water
server exploded!

The lights are out!

And now they're on?

Why are we all floating?

There's too much
happening at once!

Yeah, why is everything
breaking, Zack?

Who knows?

But it's obvious the gravity
generator has malfunctioned.

What if someone
did this on purpose?

Look at this.
I think I found the problem.

A meteoroid.

Looks like we were basically
hit by a big space pebble.

That explains a lot.

The ship's deflector's
must be offline!

What a relief! So, it's
all just an accident?

Yes. It's my mistake.

Right, survival tip number four:

As long as we all work
together and help out

in different ways, then we
can solve this problem!

Duh!

Zack, you go check out
the gravity controller.

Got it.

Luca. You're good
at crafts and stuff.

Can you plug the hole?

I'm on it. Let's see. Oh.

Hey, Yunhua, Do me a favor
and toss me my bag.

Whoa, not the best at
attitude control, huh?

No. I'm terribly sorry.

I've gotcha.

Ha! It's almost
like we're dancing.

Don't you worry.
You're safe now.

Clock's ticking,
Prince Charming!

Got it. Heads up!

'Bout time!

There, my trusty glue g*n!

This instant hardening gel
should do the trick.

Nicely done!

Impressive!

Heh. Who knew being
good at arts and crafts

would come in handy?

The bulkheads are okay. Good.

Can you hear me, Kanata?

Yeah, I'm here. Status?

The walls are
punctured down here, too.

The gravity controls
are unharmed,

but the switchboards took a hit.

It's gonna be a tricky fix.

Zack said it's
gonna take a while

to fix the switchboard.

I'm more worried about
us trying to land

when we're having,
like, a million problems!

I'm betting we'll
be okay to land

as long as the gravity
controls are fixed.

Plus, I'm pretty sure
the defunctors are fine.

You mean deflectors?

Hey, that's enough,
we need to go

and check for other
leaks or damage.

I'll check the air
pressure in the cabin.

Ugh, it's so hard to get around!

We just need to stay calm!

Remember Survival tip nine:

As long as we all calmly
handle each problem,

they'll all be solved!

We've got a new problem!

Wow, you have really
terrible timing!

Chill out, dude.

The Astra is being pulled
by Planet Shummoor's gravity.

We have to do something!

If we don't,
we'll crash into the surface.

Wha...? How much
time do we have?

I'm calculating it now.

I can do it in my head.

Current altitude
1,550 kilometers.

Planet radius is 6,000,

0.5 G surface gravity.

About nine minutes,

not including time
needed to decelerate!

Nine minutes? Hold on.

Can you even fix
the power that fast?

I'm afraid it's impossible.

No way.
Then we're done for.

It's not over yet!

While checking the ship,

I found a backup generator
near the food storage.

Wait, are you positive?

Yes. We could try
and connect a cable

from there to the
gravity controller.

That should give
it power, right?

I found some cables in
the storage space, so,

if we connect them all,
we might just be able to reach!

Let's do it!

Yeah!

We'll split up!

Connect the cables to the
backup generator and gravity!

We have eight minutes!

Here are your assignments!

Zack, take the helm and
control the ship's attitude.

Luca, you go to
the gravity room

to plug the hole
and boot the device.

Funi, you stay on the bridge.

Charce, back up generator.

Everyone else, pair up
and connect the cables

to each other. Right!
Let's get moving!

Yeah!

I'll help, too!

Huh? Oh, my gosh!

What's going on?

I think Yunhua's drowning!

She's what?

Is she okay?

Move aside, I've got this!

Go on, we'll take care of this!

Understood.

Don't worry,
we can use the cloth

to absorb all the water.

Great work, Doctor Quitterie!

You really can't
do anything right.

At least stop drawing
attention to yourself.

The tears. They won't come out.

What an idiot!

Why didn't you put your
helmet on like everyone else?

I'm sorry.

No. I forgot to tell you.

Kanata, we have to hurry!

Funi, pair up with
Quitterie and come with me.

You got it!

Yunhua, you stay here and rest!

Come on, we have to hurry!

I just plugged the hole, Kanata!

Quick, here's this end! Come on!

Two-minute warning!

Cable A. Connected
to backup power.

Residential area. Cables A
and B are now connected!

Right, engine area.

Cables B and C
are now connected!

All that's left is
the gravity control room!

Luca!

We're cutting this pretty close!

Okay, it's connected!

Turn it on, now!

We did it! Prepare for gravity!

What's wrong?

Don't know! We're
getting an error alert!

It says there's
an unidentified

flying creature in here.

Freaky flying thingy!

What's going on down there?

There's some
kind of bird creature

in the gravity control room!

What?

It must be part of
the safety mechanism!

If it detects a
floating object...

...it won't allow
gravity generation.

You have to stop it!

We can't catch that
thing with these thrusters!

It's too fast!

One minute!

So close. We can't give up!

What are you doing?

Ah! Ulgar!

Hey. Throw me that glue g*n!

I need you to brace me.

You know how to sh**t a g*n?

Shut up. I need to focus.

We're counting on you, Ulgar!

I said shut up!

I'm self-taught so
don't expect too much.

Not that I wanted
to sh**t birds,

but life has a funny way
of workin' out sometimes.

Nailed it!

Safety lock disabled!

Guys, get ready!

Full thrust, Astra !

Just stay calm! We're
almost there, everyone--hold on!

We've landed safely.

Oh, yeah!

Yeah!

I can't believe we did it!

You really saved us
up there, Ulgar.

Yeah, whatever.

Jerk!

Now, now.

Ulgar's marksmanship
was freakin' awesome!

Imagine if he had a real g*n.

He'd be like a
vigilante super-hero!

Calm down, man,
you read too many comic books.

Besides, everyone knows
g*ns were abolished

like 100 years ago.