of egg sac?
Get back here!
Be happy to oblige...
although I don't think it's me
you should be worrying about...
but rather these.
I'm detecting motion.
Behind you.
After it. Move!
Bring Smith.
Don't even think about it.
Hydroponics.
Growth like this
would take decades.
Unhand me, you mechanical moron.
Don't move.
Easy.
Easy there, buddy.
No one's gonna hurt you.
Easy.
Relax.
Excellent.
Looks like you made a friend.
Still, I'd wait a few weeks...
before tattooing
her name on your arm.
Do yourseIf a favour.
Don't evolve.
Charming.
The Dr Dolittle of outer space.
This could be a creature
from that alien ship.
But this guy's no pilot.
He looks like a child.
Try it now.
Strange.
The scales are giving off heat.
I've tapped into
the internal sensor array.
There's no other
animate life present.
Besides us,
this ship is totally deserted.
A ghost ship.
The flavour of the day
is banana beef.
Who thinks up
these combinations?
Good.
MajorWest, I highly
recommend you never breed.
That, by the way,
is my medical opinion.
Little thing was hungry.
I've got their star maps
on-line.
Here we go.
More systems
than I've ever seen.
Finding a route to Alpha Prime.
Downloading to Jupiter.
I don't like the sound
of that sound.
They're moving.
Get this infernal...
creature off me!
Come here.
John, get the hell out of there.
Mom says,
'get the hell out of there.'
Evacuate.
Now!
The controls are too slow.
Activate holographic interface.
Holographic interface, on-line.
They eat their wounded.
Seal the bulkhead.
Codes are locked.
Duck.
Emergency bulkhead.
Fire sensor activated.
Emergency bulkhead closure.
Stop!
We have to get that door open.
Open, damn you!
Get out of here.
What is with me
and these damn doors?
I can't override
the fire protocol!
A million bucks
worth of weaponry...
and I'd trade it all back...
for a lousy...
can of Raid.
Stand clear.
Get moving! Go!
Come on!
Maureen...
can you get me anything?
Cycling through a vacuum check.
I'm overriding.
No way it's that easy.
Run!
Run! Get back!
Get back to the ship!
Move!
Got it. Try it now.
Mom says, 'Try it now.'
Can we save it?
Can't without letting
the spiders into the ship.
Leave him behind!
That spider scratched me!
Stop laughing, you little worm.
Good-bye, Robot.
You couldn't save him, kid.
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.
If the biology lesson is over,
I  could use some help.
They may be attracted
to heat and light.
Inner hull breach in 15 seconds.
I'm bringing the Proteus
fusion drives on-line.
It's working.
Let's turn up the heat.
What are you doing?
Never leave an enemy stronghold
intact.
Stop!
That's one of your fathers'
first rules of engagement.
That is a direct order.
I hate spiders.
That's coming fast.
Get into the harnesses now.
Manual helm, engage.
-Children, secure?
-Secure.
I'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, I mean.
I'm alive...
MajorWest's poor excuse for
piloting skills notwithstanding.
Oh, Dorothy.
Back in Kansas at last.
You violated a direct order.
About haIf the core
materiaI's