Save him? Of course.
What are you trying to do?
Prepare to disengage!
This is a fun picnic.
First yellow aliens,
now giant spiders.
The crowd goes wild.
Recall your childhood
nightmares, Major.
Monsters are rarely
so easily dissuaded.
Why don't you talk to them,
bug to bug?
I think
they'd rather come inside.
Arming torpedoes.
Fire in the hole.
Alert. Detonation failure.
The robot must have damaged
the detonator cores.
They won't blow.
Alert.
Outer hub has been compromised.
DNA extrapolation coming up.
Silicone-based, mantium shell,
lack of respiratory system.
Means they do live
in deep space.
Tiny front brain implies
communal relationships.
Like bees.
lf the biology lesson is over,
l could use some help.
They may be attracted
to heatand light.
Inner hull breach in 15 seconds.
l'm bringing the Proteus
fusion drives on-line.
lt's working.
Let's turn up the heat.
What are you doing?
Never leave an enemy strong hold
intact.
Stop!
That's one of your father's
first rules of engagement.
That is a direct order.
l hate spiders.
That's coming fast.
Get into the harnesses now.
Manual helm, engage.
-Children, secure?
-Secure.
l'm in.
Pull up.
Really? No kidding.
Thanks.
Coming in too hot.
I'll try and slow us down.
Hang on!
Everybody by the numbers.
Life sciences,
still breathing.
Video mechanics...
OK.
Mission medical, I'm alive.
Me, too.
Robotics, l mean.
l'm alive...
Major West's poor excuse for
piloting skills not with standing.
Oh, Dorothy.
Back in Kansas at last.
You violated a direct order.
About half the core
material's burned out.
We'll never generate
enough power to break orbit.
We can get off the ground...
but getting back into space
is another story.
I ordered you not to blow
that ship's reactors.
Life support is marginal.
lt's gonna get cold in here
tonight.
Also, the pod and the chariot
are pretty much scrap metal.
Don't you walk away from me
when I'm talking to you.
Give it a rest, Professor.
I was technically
still in command.
l am commander of this mission.
Look, no offence...
but you're an egghead
with an honorary rank.
No one ever intended for you
to handle combat situations.
You handled it brilliantly,
sending us crashing down here.
Those aliens posed
a continuing threat.
l made a judgement call...
and, if l have to,
I'll make it again.
You of all people
should understand that.
Your father would back me up.
My father is dead...
killed in one of those combat
missions you admire so much.
My family is on this ship,
and you will follow my orders...
whether you agree with them
or not. ls that clear?
Save your speeches.
l like you, butl'm gonna
do whatever it takes...
to ensure the success
of this mission...
with or without your help.
ls that clear?
Am I interrupting something?
No, really.
I think you two
should slug it out.
Here we are,
stranded on an alien world...
and you want
to get into a pissing contest?
Please, go for it.
I'll have Judy down here
to declare you both unfit...
and I'll take over this mission.
l don't want to hear another
word from you. ls that clear?
Not...another word.
Better.
lf you've finished hosing down
the decks with testosterone...
l suggest you come with me.
l may have found a way
off this planet.
Tell me about it.
Damn bug bite.
She...
She really is an interesting
specimen. Huh, doc?
She's fascinating.
The retinal aperture dilation...
seems directly linked
to the skin pigmentation.
What?
Can l keep her?
She's not just another fad
you can pick up and throw away.
Oh, please.
She's all alone here, and
I promise I'll look out for her.
I promise.
She kind of needs me.
The minute you misplace her,
you forget to feed her--
Don't smile. l mean it, Pen.
Thanks...doc.
We're both a long way from home,
aren't we, little one?
Blarp?
That's what we'll call you--
Blarp.
Nice girl.
Pretty girl.
Nice.
The atmosphere here
can sustain