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Well, one of my favorites, though,

is when Julian is about four years old.

He comes in, crying about his banged-up knee.

You would've thought that the world was ending

the way he's carrying on.

Now, I'm the type of mom, there's nothing

that a little lovin' from the oven can't help.

So, I give him a fresh cookie, and tell him

it'll make his knee feel better.

- Ma! -Oh, no!

Oh, yes!

I give him the cookie and bless his little heart,

he proceeds to rub it right on his knee.

Ma, Why?

"Ma, it's not doing anything!"

Thanks, Ma.

Let the good times roll

Lt was my dad's favorite song.

Julian, cut me some slack.

News, these days, gotta have my fun somewhere.

Dri!

Aw. Damn, Ma, you are killin' me with this.

You're always welcome to come home and eat with us.

You know how hardcore they're getting about leave these days.

Mmm-hmm?

- Miss Chase, that looks amazing. -Well, thank you.

Dri, now!

Who do you think you are

Acting like you own the place

Going around with your head in the clouds

And your feet off the ground

And the smile on your face

They taking care of you two okay down there?

You look like you could use a good meal.

If we had food this nice at the base, we wouldn't fit in our uniforms.

Oh! Mom! l was live!

Come meet Miranda, honey.

But my adoring fans, Ma! Adoring fans?

They adore your grades this semester?

Or do you get extra credit for live streaming?

Exactly what do you see in him?

- Sometimes, I ask myself the same-- -Actually, let's talk about you.

So, where are you from? Where do you see yourself in five years?

And would you have a problem with letting your adorable sister-in-law

stay with you whenever she wants?

Wait, what?

Well, that presumes I'd ever wanna marry him.

Wait, what?

But it's not out of the question.

Uh...

See my set-up there? You're welcome.

One normal visit, just one, that's all I wanted.

And here you are, forming alliances.

We should let you eat.

Miss Chase, Driana, wonderful to meet you.

I know...

Likewise, dear.

Next time you two have leave,

let's do this for real.

And then, we'll really gang up on him.

Deal.

Night, all.

- So? -She's too good for you.

- Oh, I know. -I like her.

I like seeing you smile. Been too long.

Now, go, or she's going to wonder if we're talking about her.

We are talking about her.

All right, I'm out. I'll say "hey" this weekend, all right?

- Love you. -Love you.

- Yeah. -Uh-huh.

While remaining committed to diplomacy, and together,

we will draw the Union back from their self-defeating path of...

Huh?

Dri!

- Did I pass? -Flying colors!

- What do I win? -Me.

Yes!

- So, you had fun? -Mmm-hmm.

Good! So for the next one of these, I look forward to your mom

telling me all your embarrassing stories.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey! That's not how this works!

She really said it.

Man, that's crazy, man.

Flyboy's alone, huh?

Told you that'd crash and burn.

You got a wrench that'll fix my dignity?

Slummin' with us lowly walkers?

Oh, man. How Icarus has fallen.

Hey, if Miranda dumped you, do we got time for a game of Siege?

- Hey, if Miranda dumped you, then-- -Then what?

Then, that would be tragic,

and we should mourn the death of your relationship

from a respectable distance.

Smart boy.

- What's this about a game? - Siege!

Sorry, fellas, my queen summons me.

So, no Siege?

Aw!

See that?

Said no to gaming with the boys and everything.

- What, you want a cookie? -

What do you think?

Meet you-know-where in about 30?

They haven't ordered us to stop yet.

My girl.

Battle stations, battle stations.

Repeat, battle stations.

Come on, be a drill.

This is not a drill.

Interceptors Ready One and Ready Two, scramble.

How'd the song go?

You only live but once?

Let the good times roll.

All flight crews, man your stations.

Launch the Alert Five fighters.

Stand by.

Alert Ten fighters.

All flight crews, man your stations.

Launch the Alert Five fighters.

Stand by.

Alert Ten fighters.

Listen up, this is it. The Union's making their play.

This is not a skirmish, this is not airspace confusion,

this is not a terrorist action.

This is how the war begins.

Interceptors, continue your vector east-northeast.

Destination is New York.

Multiple large bogies detected.

All forces are weapons-free.

Be aware CAPs from other bases have already started to engage,

but to no effect.

We're detecting some sort of anomaly over the area.

Could be biohazard, could be something else.

That means until we know more, containment protocols apply.

Sending unit-specific priorities now.

Come on, come on.

Interceptors are buster to target.

Damn it, Chase, form up.

We did not seek this conflict,

but we will rise to meet it.

The Vanguard will do everything we can

to protect those who have put their trust in us.

Be strong, and we will get through this.

For the people.

- All wings, bravo six, maneuver on-- - Swarm incoming!

Drones! Evade, evade!

- Go fora Cm. - Bogies everywhere, there's--

Pull up, pull up!

All wings, engage.

Interceptors three and four, take bogies two o'clock, angel six.

Interceptor two, on me. We're hitting the floor.

Chaser has spikes at six o'clock. Deploying countermeasures.

Please.

What's up with this smoke?

It ain't smoke, kid, it's nanotech.

The Union, they actually weaponized it.

What the hell?

Okay, Vanguard. Nano hazard protocols in effect.

Go ahead, and seal up your striders.

- Divide and conquer time. -Copy that.

Got mine. Where are you?

- By the sea wall. I think I lost mine. -

Scratch that.

- Do you see that? - I see it.

Anvil Command.

Razzle is tally one big bastard of a walking bandit,

and engaging-

Please advise.

What is that?

And how the hell did it get that close?

Let's circle around. Hit it again.

It's hacked!

Huh?

Huh?

Contact. Hostile nanotech.

Shit!

Seal your cockpits for biohazard conditions.

Do not engage.

There's new smoke, headed east.

Anvil Ops, Razzle.

Permission to fire up an E SD.

Razzle, Ops.

Use of threat pulse weaponry is authorized.

Only target the nanotech.

You must not damage air traffic.

Okay, Chase. We each got one of these.

Set yield for low inductance.

Stay on me, we're going Brooklyn.

It's Hail Mary time. Copy that.

Cover me. Going in!

They can detect when ESDs are charging!

They're tracking our--

Razzle!

All right, that's it.