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♪♪ [theme]
♪♪ [choir vocalizes]
Splinter is up for thrust. Your command.
Time to the Breakworld?
14 minutes to clean orbit.
Time till the ship is shredded?
A lot less.
Let it rip.
Unbreachable hull,
precise maneuverability,
enough power in short range to outrun anyone.
Prettiest ship in the fleet.
Not to be picky, Agent Brand,
but if this Splinter is such a wonderful ship,
shouldn't we be in it?
No way that thing lands undetected.
The best those men can hope for is capture.
You tell them that?
They're soldiers.
They bought us a few minutes, as ordered.
Let's not waste them.
Well, we got your sizes right.
The breathers go behind your teeth.
They'll filter out impurities,
and the capsules will time release
supplementary oxygen.
Earwigs work as translators.
We rendezvous as the glowing red dot.
The GPS maps will guide you,
but if you lose them,
you're looking for Ater Hai.
Palace of the Corpse?
Brand: Good. It's working.
Yes, it's very impressive.
Palace of the Corpse?
It's a tomb. Got dug up recently.
Our source on the Breakworld
says it might tie in to the Rasputin prophecy.
We have a source?
We can't do all this now. We get on the world.
We find out how Rasputin's supposed to be a threat,
visibly nullify that threat,
and take out the missile
they've got pointed at the Earth.
More questions when we're on world.
Miss Pryde has very long arms.
Why haven't you killed me?
I said we don't have--
It's the simplest solution.
I believe you're a fan of those.
Piotr.
I don't like prophesies.
I don't like anybody telling me
how my life's gonna play out.
Two brood ships are circling back.
Less than a minute.
Flotsam and jetsam.
Split 'em up.
So...which of us is flotsam?
Still reading life forms, Commander.
Delay kill strike. Prepare to board.
Kit's out.
How you riding, kitten?
[grunting] Walk in the park.
I worry about the others.
It's very thoughtful of you, Emma.
Well, good Lord, why should we endure
all that centrifugal nonsense?
I just want to make sure
you're not overdoing it, honey.
Also, if we start to die,
we should probably know.
We won't die.
Proximity sensors will hit the jets
miles before we land.
That package is tiny,
but it should drop us
within a 10-click radius of the target.
First thing you learn on an op:
always have a back door.
[alarm blares]
Uhh! Kitty, get Piotr!
- But we-- - Please!
Kit, wake up.
I can't slow us down.
Don't on face!
[muttering] Damn it!
[shouting]
Haah!
The metal. Like Ord's ship.
It's-- I can't.
[panting]
Piotr.
Did anybody see us?
I can't read a thing.
If they made it, they're nowhere near.
Well, give them time.
If anything's happened to them, Agent Brand--
You'll what, eat me?
In fact, I will.
The new math, Agent--
You're outnumbered and not well liked.
And I've recently acquired a taste for human flesh.
I say with some embarrassment.
Stow the bickering, guys.
We've found our tomb.
He sank to the Earth?
As reported, yes.
He fell from the sky,
holding a human girl.
People gathered to see,
and moments later, they sank right into the Earth.
You're certain this was Colossus?
The people were.
They panicked, and it spreads.
They believe he's gone into the Earth
to infect it,
that the prophesy has begun.
And for all we know, they could be right.
It doesn't fit exactly,
but this is not an exact science.
We could have misinterpreted the Ater Hai.
Let's hope the prisoners have something useful to say.
It's the girl.
This is her power:
to move through solid objects.
Colossus will be somewhere above ground.
He can be stopped.
Hmm.
But not by you.
I am the engine of our destruction.
I request only that my death be painful and public.
Doubt at nothing.
You draw breath only as long as you might be of use.
Siritan, what other captains have we?
Several soldiers from the wreck of their ship,
mostly human.
One synthetic.
Claims she was helping board.
Imagine that.
He needed help even to fail.
What of the smaller vessel?
Did our hunters find it?
A force is minutes away.
It was no doubt a diversion.
But I want the soldiers captured anyway.
All information is valuable,
so only kill the necessary examples.
I'll talk to the synthetic.
Start breaking the others.
Find the entrance!
Fire on anything that comes out!
But remember, we need prisoners!
Captain!
Find my mark.
So, not terribly smart.
First good news all day.
What is next?
We remove to site B outside the city,
wait for an order,
and hope someone's alive to give it.
If you can think at this little guy,
get him to fly recon.
Huh. Guess he understood.
He is bonded with the X-Girl.
He will do what it takes to protect her.
Yeah? You're the psychic, I guess.
To a grunt's eye,
looks like he's working awful hard to avoid her.
Logan?
You're not ready to see me, kid.
I don't think we should be staying in one place.
We're not far enough from the crash to be sure.
That armor's pretty damn impressive.
Hit the ground without a scratch.
Uhh. Can't say the same for my face.
Another half hour,
I should have something resembling a nose
and some tendons.
Then we move.
I have a test on Wednesday.
I'm not an X-Man.
I shouldn't--
I mean, I can't--
I have a chemistry test.
Take off the suit.
That's not really an option.
You want to cry on my bubbling skinless shoulder?
You're in that suit because you're an X-Man.
You're an X-Man because I've seen you fight,
and I want you on the team.
But if I'm wrong,
if you're just a whining teenager,
gonna freak out on a hostile alien planet
and cost me time,
then lose the suit and go die.
We got worlds to save.
Armor.
Armor.
Huh.
Is it taken?
I don't think so.
It'll work for a name.
Kinda on the nose.
Well, it gets to the point.
Yeah. It's very direct.
I'm thinking of calling myself Claws.
Not Stench?
Shut up and let me heal.
[grunting]
Huh!
Nobody heard.
God. What is this world made of?
Pete?
Piotr, we have to keep moving.
To what?
To the tomb, the Ater Hai place.
See what they dug up.
And then regroup, make plan,
commit genocide, go home?
No.
Pete, no. We're not falling for that.
These people read the future.
They see me destroying them.
And the Agent Brand,
she as much as tells me to.
And the day we take orders from her is the day--
I was millions of miles away, Katia, and dead,
and now--
We will find another way.
There's no set future, Piotr.
I know that as well as anyone.
Just because they say you're a danger to this world
doesn't mean it's written in stone.