Tonight we stand beneath a new heaven.
After 150 years of calling out...
the silence of the universe assures us that life is unique.
We are alone.
You and I...
are among the first to bring life to the stars...
to this planet...
the farthest any human has ever ventured.
I know there are those at home who say...
that we are here only as a status symbol.
Others say that we are fortune hunters...
or that we're running away.
But I know we're here because of faith...
faith in each other, in a better world.
The rocket fuel that brought us here can be burnt away...
but our belief in ourselves, in one another...
in the future...
never can be; never will be.
Aw, come on, Buzz. What is it?
It's okay, Buzz. It's just a meteor shower.
Mayday! Mayday! This is the Vesta Colony.
Repeat, Vesta Colony.
We're under attack by unidentified craft. Many are dead.
"T" minus 40 seconds, and counting.
82 tank pressurization okay.
- Roger. Out. - Tellus, this is Control.
A.P.U. start is go. You are on your onboard computer. Over.
Roger. Out.
Tellus, you are go for auto sequence start.
Lock your visors and initiate O2 points.
Roger. We copy. Tellus out.
We are "T" minus 20 seconds and counting.
- Auxiliary power units start. - Go.
Roger, A.P.U. we copy. Tellus out.
"T" minus ten, nine...
eight, seven, six, five...
four, three.
Countdown hold. "T" minus three seconds.
Tellus, you are go for launch.
Simulated launch sequence complete.
Reset countdown to nine hours, 15 minutes, 12 seconds.
They're still having problems. We lost communication with Vesta this morning.
If I'm this pumped by a test launch, I won't need a rocket.
Final countdown.
I know.
Most people don't know if their dreams will ever come true.
Ours is definitely nine hours and two minutes away.
Attention, colonists Aprey, West, Celina, Brown...
Glick, Gonzalez, Hyan, Larly, Mannesis, and Gatharian...
report to Governor Overmeyer's office immediately.
Over there!
Hey!
Check him.
I knew it. A Tank. I smell 'em like an animal.
I told the foreman not to hire him. Get him up.
I had two uncles die...
in the A.I. war 'cause the Tanks wouldn't fight.
The InVitro platoons were dissolved when I was a kid.
I had nothing to do with it.
Then you're even more worthless.
I never asked to be born.
Great.
Then you can ask to die.
Go on. Ask.
Ask.
Hey, get off the car.
- You gotta protect me. - What the hell are you doing?
- Get out! Get out of there! - Drop it!
He's crazy, sir. He's a Tank.
What'd you do?
Go on, get out. You're setting him off.
Drop it!
- He tried to hang me. - I said put it down.
Damn InVitros are all alike.
"InVitros"? Call him what he is... a Tank.
We're told to report immediately...
and then they make us wait two hours?
The others didn't have to wait.
Good afternoon, sir. The launch simulation went perfect.
We are still a go?
I know you are aware of the growing rights movement for InVitros...
those conceived and born in artificial gestation tanks.
Sir, we have every right to support the InVitros.
They're human beings, sir, just like us only conceived from parents who never lived.
Last evening the Tellus Board of Governors...
was issued a directive from the United States Senate.
The launch will be scrapped...
unless ten InVitros are on board.
Given the severe limitations on weight...
rations, and personnel capacity...
Are you saying we're being replaced?
It is my sincere regret to inform you...
that one of you...
will not be on board.
- One of us? - Nine colonists have been released.
- Postpone the mission. - If we don't go in six hours...
the forecasted wormhole passage to Tellus...
won't be open for another 12 years.
They're not even trained. Send them on the next colony.
The next colonial mission won't be ready for five years.
There are members of Congress who need to look good now.
- We'll both resign. - You have a commitment to execute vital assignments...
on this mission, duties which one of you could cover...
but for which no one else is trained.
Not to mention the severe legal consequences...
of breaking your contract.
Besides I know you both.
It's your dream to go to space.
The dream was to go together.
I'm on record as saying this directive stinks.
I fought it all the way.
Rather than issuing an order...
I'm allowing the two of you to decide who shall remain.
There is, uh, an alternative for one of you.
There is a possibility the Marine Corps Space Cavalry...
may be assigned duty as Colonial Sentries.
You want us to bet our lives on a possibility?
We did everything you told us.
We followed the rules.
We gave the program everything we had.
These InVitros didn't train.
These senators haven't sacrificed.
Why should we pay for a mistake they made before we were even born?
You're letting them throw away our lives. We believed in you.
Now the only thing you can believe in...
is each other.
Please arrive at your decision by 2130 today.
They're coming. The lights.
Shane, take care of them. Remember how I told you.
The A.I.'s, they're here. Hurry.
I love you.
Everyone's saying good-bye to their families.
I never thought we'd be saying good-bye to each other.
Then let's run away.
To a life of what?
Because we broke our contract, no one would employ us.
We'd be indentured servants to the Colonial Program for 20 years.
Did they keep their word to us?
The program was all I ever believed in.
And now there's nothing.
You believed in equal rights for InVitros.
Not at the expense of our rights.
We've trained, we've sacrificed, we've dreamed...
together.
Well, maybe we have to find another dream.
We can't spend the last hours we have together as victims.
We have to somehow take control.
Gantry 4, complete final preparations.
Hydroponics loaded and secure.
Ground personnel clear launch area.
All ground personnel clear the launch area.
Ground personnel clear launch area.
Tellus report. Ignition primary launch sequence.
Mission Com, this is H.P. Com.
We're getting an abnormal CO2 imbalance on level 22.
What's going on?
Got him.
- Nathan? - No, Kylie. It has to be you.
I wrote this for when you are going to land.
- I can't leave. - I'll find you.
- Come on now, don't fight it. - I will find you!
Nathan?
I believe in you.
Why'd you enlist?
Just did.
My name's Nathan.
- Hi. Shane Vansen. - Hi.
Mike Pagodin.
Vanessa Damphousse.
Damphousse. Damphousse... is that, like, French for something?
Probably...
but my friends just call me "damn fool."
It's got a tough ring to it.
My friends call me Pags, like I'm a dog or something.
Nice to meet you, Pags.
Yeah, you too.
Hey, uh, I know it's only the first day.
Any guess as to when we get our planes?
The 127th.
That's why I joined.
"The Angry Angels"... best there is or ever will be.
Someday...
that'll be me.
They're gonna yell a lot, aren't they?
I hope they don't yell as much as I've heard they do.
All right, you people, listen up.
You are now at the United States Marine Corps...
Space Aviator Recruit Depot, Loxley, Alabama.
When you left home, you were under Mommy and Daddy's care. You are now under mine.
From here out, you will not speak, eat, sleep...
or take a dump until you are told to do so.
And the first and last words out of your slimy holes will be "sir".
- Do you maggots understand me? - Sir, yes, sir.
- Louder! - Sir, yes, sir!
Upon the command you will be given approximately 30 seconds to fall out of this bus.
- Any questions? - Sir, when do we get our planes, sir?
Move! Move! Move!
- Move! Move! - Hurry up.
- Move, move. - Let's go, let's go.
- Move! - Come on, move it.
- Nice sunglasses. - Yes, thanks, homes. I got...
- Give me those. Move! - What are you looking at?
I am Sergeant Major Bougus.
I am your senior drill instructor.
I am here to turn you slimy civilian cesspool parasites...
into United States Marine Corps space aviators...
invoking bowel-wrenching fear into the dark hearts of your enemies.
- Why are you here? - Sir, to find a direction, sir.
- A direction? Are you lost? - Sir, I suffer from a sense of disconnection...
- Answer the question. - Sir, yes, I am, sir.
Well, do I look like a road map to you?
- Sir, no, sir. - I am a road map.
I will lead and you will follow.
I will teach and you will learn.
When you leave my academy, you will be weapons...
focused and full of purpose...
hot rod rocket jocks of precision and strength...
tear-assing across the cosmos, hunting for heaven.
What's your name?
Wang.
- Paul Wang, Officer. - Officer? I'm not an officer.
I work for a living.
Did I hear a sound out of you, Wang?
I did! I did hear a sound.
I'll bet it was your Marine Corps battle cry.
- Let me hear your battle cry. - Aaah!
I am not impressed.
Sergeant, demonstrate a Marine Corps battle cry for this pantywaist.
Still pathetic.
In space, no one can hear you scream...
unless it is the battle cry of the United States Marines.
Why did you join my precious Marine Corps?
- Sir, to defend my country, sir. - To defend your country from what?
We have no enemies. Are you crazy?
- I think you made a horrible mistake. - Sir, no, sir.
- Are you calling me a liar? - Sir, the best way to maintain peace...
is to maintain a good defense, sir.
Are you a politician? Are you running for office?
- Do you think I'm funny? - Sir, no, sir.
- Do I amuse you? - Sir, no, sir.
Drop down and give me 25.
Well, I'm glad to see you're having such a fun time.
You too. On your face. Twenty-five.
One, two, three, four.
I love the Marine Corps.
Gunnery Sergeant?
Are all of these worms present or accounted for?
Short one, Sergeant Major... the Tank...
Cooper Hawkes.
He's all yours.
I know all about you, Hawkes.
So the judge thought it would be cute...
to sentence a Tank to the military.
I fought alongside you people in the A.I. wars...
so I know that Tanks are lazy...
and they don't care about anyone...
or anything.
I won't let you down.
The only thing you're going to let down is your face upon my deck...
and crank out 50 pushups.
Now, do it.
One, two, three, four.
I love the Marine Corps.
One, two, three, four.
I love the Marine Corps.
Trans-Tellus injection complete.
Prepare for entry.
Five billion years from now, maybe to the day...
the sun burns 90% of its hydrogen...
the balance is destroyed...
more energy is created than released.
Quickly, a few million years...
the sun radiates all of its potential power.
The star swells.
Mercury, Venus, the Earth disappear...
swallowed.
The sun truly, finally touches the sky.
Life vanishes eons ago.
Eventually, the sun shrinks...
decreasing to the size of the Earth...
which reappears from the red dwarf's grasp.
With no gravity to hold it...
the Earth slowly floats away.
Elsewhere, stars are born.
Other star systems... older, larger...
continue to breathe.
The solar system dies of crib death.
If that's what it takes...
This is Red Leader.
Bandits at 2:00. Confirm.
Red Leader, this is R-3. Confirm.
A.O.A., 15 degrees.
R-4. Confirm. Check six.
R-5, check six.
Hawkes, answer me.
Enemy craft have us locked on.
Duke right. Buzz east.
Hawkes is breaking formation. What's he doing?
- I don't know. He's not responding. - Answer me, Hawkes!
He's coming right for me. Hawkes, hit the deck!
You're dead. You're dead!
The entire squad is dead, and it's your fault. Now, get out.
- You stupid Tank. - What the hell were you doing?
You two, shut the hell up. You are dead.
This ain't real.
One day, Hawkes, it will be real...
and you're gonna find yourself right in the middle of a big hairy fur ball...
and you will die.
With you around, the squad doesn't need to worry about the enemy.
Just you. Just you!
Should have blown your ass away.
Is that a fact?
Out! Everybody out of your cockpits.
Now! Get down here. You're too slow.
Quickly. Move it! You! Grab his ass.
That's an order. Grab it.
Everyone, grab the ass of the person to your right.
Well, now. Isn't that beautiful?
Do you feel it?
His ass is yours, her ass is yours, and yours is theirs.
You may fly in individual rockets...
but you are a squadron, you are a team...
and if your risk your ass, you risk the team's.
You people have been here six weeks now...
and you still do not know how to work together.
Well, you will learn to work together...
or that fatty clump of flesh in your hand...
will be blown to the far corners of the universe...
- and yours will be right behind it. - Sir?
Maybe Coop would do better in a real plane, sir.
- I know I would. - I'm afraid of you people in a simulator.
Now we're going to do it again...
and we're going to keep doing it until we get it right.
Get back into your pits. Go! Move it!
Think I could ever talk the Marine Corps into pleats?
Oh, right. Pleats.
- Know what I think? - Yeah, yeah, you give 'em planes on the very first day.
Well, yeah. It makes sense.
Yeah. I was...
Beer.
On the house for an Angry Angel.
Shane, you want another one?
Look. The Angry Angels.
Hi.
- Serve it here. - We got room.
Pull up a chair. Pull up a chair.
Shane, maybe you'd better...
Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt.
I just wanted to tell you all how much I admire and respect the 127th.
Thanks. Thanks a lot.
We'll have four pitcher of draft and a couple of shooters.
She's not a waitress, she's a marine...
so apologize.
Until she graduates, she's slime. Now you apologize.
So, what's the farthest you guys have ever flown?
- Four point eight light years. - Well, that's how far you can shove your apology.
We interrupt this programming...
to bring you an emergency announcement...
from the Secretary General of the United Nations, Spencer Chartwell.
Not since the moment of creation...
has our universe changed so infinitely...
so desperately, so quickly.
Hey, you guys, listen. Listen!
Tonight, for the first time in the brief history of mankind...
we are truly of one planet.
Last evening we confirmed...
that the landing party of the Tellus Colony...
was massacred...
unprovoked, by an advanced alien civilization...
of tremendous power.
Two hundred and twenty-five are dead.
Twenty-five are unaccounted for.
Because of destroyed communications, we've only now learned...
that the Vesta Colony suffered the same fate.
The alien civilization...
has not responded to our attempts at communication.
Of this race we know nothing.
The only clue to their people...
is the bloodshed they've left behind.
My fellow citizens of Earth...
no matter where you stand on this planet...
either beneath the sun's warmth or the cold of night...
storm clouds of war gather over our home.
Soon they may fall in unceasing thunderbolts.
We must stand together against the deluge.
We cannot possibly retreat.
There is no moving the Earth.
Please stay tuned to this channel...
for further information.
Government updates will follow.
This is F.T.N.
I believe in you.
Ho! Knock off the grab-ass and fall in.
We are at war. Hurrah!
War is what marines pray for.
From here on out, every move is crucial...
all personnel vital.
While combat-ready pilots are being dispatched into battle...
you people have been assigned a training mission...
nonetheless imperative to the global war effort.
You will proceed via military heavy-launch vehicle...
to the space station Goddard.
At Goddard you will board an inter-solar system cargo vehicle...
and proceed for 84 hours...
to the planet Mars.
You will be issued rationed supplies...
food, air, water for one week.
You will be issued one urine and fecal collection device.
A yellow flashing light on the flight suit...
indicates full capacity.
Your mission is to repair a malfunctioning Mars tracking drone...
vital to interplanetary communication.
As part of your training...
there is no commanding officer.
You will be on your own.
From this moment until we win this war...
the only easy day is yesterday.
I heard they had an army of six million.
They can't know that. How could they know?
You think they got better planes than we do?
They gotta be more advanced.
I knew we couldn't have been alone...
but now that we're not, I don't know what's scarier...
being alone or...
Do you think you'd be scared if you saw one?
I remember when I was a kid and saw my first A.I.
They looked so human, but something inside me could just tell.
I felt that way when I saw my first InVitro.
I don't mean anything by that, Coop.
Hit the sack.
When the time comes to face 'em, we'll all hack it fine.
You okay?
Mm.
Sorry I woke you.
I wasn't asleep.
Don't take this wrong...
but, uh, I was just wondering...
I mean...
Well, I've always heard that InVitros can't dream.
I dream.
I know they never lived...
but when I dream, I see my parents.
Me too.
Only I have nightmares about mine...
same ones since I was five.
What happens?
Hmm.
My parents were Marine Corps officers...
in the Artificial Intelligence War.
One night the A.I. patrol attacked our house.
My mother hid my sisters and I in this crawl space in the attic.
I saw them kill my parents.
Your sisters still alive?
Mm-hmm.
That night during the attack, my sister tried to scream...
and I put my hand over her mouth and she bit into me.
I still have the scar.
What's weird is we're not close.
Maybe I'm the parent that they needed to grow away from...
or maybe seeing them reminds me of...
They've always looked to me my whole life.
I need to get away from people looking to me.
I joined for me...
my life.
I'm tired of taking care of others for a while.
Does that sound bad?
Did you ever lose anyone close?
What the hell was that?
How does "Did you ever lose anyone close,"
translate into "Please stick your tongue down my throat"?
I don't know a lot about loss and nightmares...
so don't go to moaning over it.
I won't be around here much longer anyway.