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