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The Terminator?
Sir! What do we do?
Why is there still no setting for wood?! But... you've got a plan?
Colonel, let me speak to them. I can do this. I can sort this out.
I found Friday here on board. In a sort of coma.
The indigenous Martians were superb engineers.
The colonel is not what he appears!
- You know my race? - I do.
This is not what we agreed to.
messages on the surface of the planet?
..and I beg leave to intercede.
His cryogenic cell was damaged. They saved him.
'But it's probably easier if I just show you.'
Empress of Mars.
- OK. - I'll go first.
Months we've been digging 'ere and what have we got to show for it?
- Yes. And to bring him home. - In return for what?
Thank you. You don't know what that means. Thank you...
I think so.
Take the colonel and put him in the brig.
..someone's going to notice THAT.
Doctor, what do we do? There's no way out.
The humans saved his life.
BOOM
Wait, how can there be oxygen here?
Synchronized by srjanapala
I see it.
There we are. I've sent out a sort of round-robin e-mail.
'This is Alpha Centauri.
That was... unwise.
An Ice Warrior's duty is to command!
Come on. Give us a hand.
Post a guard.
'He promised us gemstones, you see, silver... gold...
My Sentinel.
yet drench the snows of Mars with innocent blood.
We're about to go to war, so it's time you knew the truth.
Is it? Oh, yes. That's right.
What's the point, though?
This creature is no threat! He may look like a monster to you...
You were saying, Colonel?
There's no setting for wood!
No, I didn't sacrifice him. I executed him.
So, what did I miss?