tectonics.
Then why the fuck the bomb?
Because, Corporal, one of us will
place the bomb inside the machine.
The Deliverer?
- That's right.
What pendejo drew that short hair?
I did.
That's a very handy book, but we'll
be doing some killing on our way down.
Does your Chronicle offer
any suggestions there?
I can.
Courtesy of the Bauhaus Corporation.
Keep to the near wall.
As you can see, individual
bullets are largely useless.
Mutants don't feel pain...
or go into shock.
How can it move at all?
We believe there's changes
to the mitochondria...
which boost myofascial release.
Cut a chicken's head off
and watch it dance.
How did you capture this thing?
Our scientists requested
a subject for tests.
So, we went out with
shock sticks and nets...
the sticks were useless and those
blades tore our nets like paper.
We finally pinned this
one under a tank.
How many men did you lose?
- I didn't count.
What's the fastest way to kill it?
Catastrophic tissue damage,
automatic small arms fire...
usually a clip or more explosives.
What about Willy-Petes?
- White phosphorous?
And swords.
Help me...
Help me...
There's somebody alive in there.
You'll not receive the Sacrament?
I'm not hungry.
That man?
He died.
Did he say anything?
He asked for forgiveness.
Do you think inside every
one of those things...
I don't know. We can only
pray that God is Merciful.
No days like that.
Brother Samuel?
- Captain?
This is a list of supplies.
We'll need them as soon as possible.
This is a House of God.
And we're going to
die doing his work.
For one thing,
there is no alcohol here.
You telling me, God don't drink?
That's for Communion.
- This is communion.
One last Mass, one last Communion.
Severian, Guardian
of the Chronicles...
prepares to dress for battle.
Bound by silence...
she cannot voice
the pain she feels...
for leaving the only
home she has ever known.
And now, I must succeed
where Man had failed.
God help me...
God help us all.
Amen.
It's time.
Juba Kim Wu.
Maximillian Von Steiner.
Valerie Chinois Duval.
John Patrick MacGuire.
Jesus Alexandro
Dominguin de Barrera.
What?
John Mitchell Hunter.
Didn't know there were any left.
Ever used one of these?
On the bat a few times.
Engine one hot.
Engine two hot.
Engine three rising.
Engine four rising.
Stokers, engine two hot.
Boiler one, red line.
Boiler two red line.
Ready for launch.
Sound all clear.
You fought with Capitol's 101
in Africa, under Bishop.
That's right.
I was on the other side.
Imperial Eights.
I know.
I'm glad to be fighting
beside you on this one.
Huh?
I'm glad to be on the same side.
What?
Power up one and two.
- One and two.
Power up three and four.
What?
Your fish.
Kills. Every one of them.
You're the shark.
Death is the shark.
I'm just a guy with a gun.
Multiple contacts
at 0-0-4 and 0-1-5.
Escaping transport. They're
getting the hell out of here.
There goes all the money.
Looks like we got on the
wrong, fucking shuttle.
You were born on the
wrong, fucking shuttle.
What crawled up your ass and died?
Your Mother.
No, my mother's too fat.
But my sister could, she's
as thin as a fucking weasel!
So, who got them?
- What?
Your tickets.
- Why do you want to know?
Suicide mission.
We're supposed to die together,
that's an intimate thing.
You make it sound like
we're going to fuck.
You can fuck a lot of people,
you only die once.
It's fucked up.
What about you?
- What about me?
Your tickets.
Stand behind the line.
Just, just looking.
Look all you want.
Get in my way while I'm flying this...
we're gonna have some problems.
Shit!
So... where we at?
- Close. Crossing the Median.
Start our descent
into Imperial Sector.
Imperial's bad.
It's bad all over this world,
no matter where you go.
After we drop, you're what?
Off to Mars? Luna?