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GILLETTE: It's all in my hair.
On "stun," it fires an ion pulse, similar to an EMP.
Commander? As to our role?
Yeah, been there. No picnic.
COMPUTER: T-minus five, four...
Hooray. Resume countdown, Control.
Because that's exactly the kind of decisive action this mission calls for.
Wait, why did you say Mars?
MAN: Roger, Flight.
What's that? Sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of the--
We'll dock here, move forward on foot toward Horizon's bridge--
DRAKE: Retake the ship!
We can't jeopardize the women.
On "kill" mode, the M-41 fires lethal plasma ammunition.
If you need help, I'll-- DRAKE: No.
Agent Gillette, monitor this woman's vital signs.
Horizon has an international crew. American, German, Chinese, French--
You were saying? To the wet-towel wielding survivor...
ALL: Archer? Hang on.
Well, don't look at me.
I wouldn't say grossly. CHERYL: I would.