Starcrash

Major Bradbury to communication bridge.

Nuclear comforce to main engine room.

Major Bradbury to communication bridge.

What is it like, the planet we're approaching?

Nothing but ice and snow.

A barren desert of whiteness.

Scan it with our computer waves.

The enemy's weapons may be hidden beneath its surface.

A-ha! Looks like the cops.

As Thor, chief of the Imperial Police,

I order you to surrender at once.

Stella, you cheap smuggler,

I am police robot M.

You have the right to remain silent.

Go for hyperspace!

Let's hope this star-buggy stays together. What's our chances?

40% total disintegration,

30% molecular ignition,

20% gamma contamination.

You're very reassuring. I assume that means

we have a 10% chance of making it.

Not really. 3% structural collapse, 2%--

All right, all right!

Just keep on course and get ready to re-enter normal space.

Ready when you are.

We've done it! We've done it!

Not quite. Look, a nutrant star!

If it gets a hold on us, it'll crush us.

Prepare to release aft power stage.

Eject! Eject!

- We made it! - All right, we made it!

Plot us a new course, so that cop can't find us.

Even as you speak, it's been taken care of.

There's the border of the haunted stars.

If we'd traveled one second further,

we would have wound up right beside them.

What in the universe is that?

It's a spaceship!

No, its a launch.

Their power is totally down.

Maybe they're wounded, too weak to send a signal.

I'm gonna have a look.

What's the radiation level?

Normal. The hull isn't damaged.

I'm going inside.

Is everything all right?

Yes.

Wait a minute. There's someone here.

He looks like he's hurt pretty bad.

But he's alive.

I'll try to get him back to the ship.

I'll help you bring him aboard.

He's dehydrated.

Suffering from exhaustion.

But the launch was full of supplies. Everything he could have needed.

He's also in shock.

He keeps talking about monsters, red monsters.

He wants us to alert someone, urgently.

Who?

The Emperor of the First Circle of the Universe.

It's the emblem of the chief officers of the Imperial Navy.

I'd say red hot potatoes for small- time smugglers on the run like us.

- Well, what do we do? - You go to prison, Stella Star.

Your leap through hyperspace didn't fool us.

Your friction trail was easy to follow.

You are completely surrounded by fighter ships.

This time you've won.

We surrender.

There won't be a next time, Stella Star.

Don't worry. We'll get out of this.

My Lord!

Yes. What is it Ellrik?

They found one damned survivor.

Right now, the imperial shuttle ship has taken him to their medical center.

But his brain seems to be thoroughly damaged.

He will be of no help to them to find the ship.

Mm-hm.

Come to me, golems!

I have a simple task for you.

You must not fail me.

Therefore,

the great machines of the central operating system

of Imperial Justice

hereby sentence you,

Akton, of 9th Vega,

to 220 years hard labor

in the prison planet of C-com the 3rd.

As for you, Stella Star,

having considered all the arguments,

studied all the videotapes,

the accusations,

we condemn you to forced labor

for life in the penal colony

of Nocturne the 2nd.

This session is hereby adjourned.

Throw the radium in the furnace.

Careful now!

Okay, let's go! Move!

Faster!

Move! Let's go!

Will you step it up!

Here, you can move faster than that!

Careful with that radium!

Will you move!

Move down those stairs!

Throw it the furnace!

Do what I tell you!

Where do you think you are? We haven't got all day!

All right, 5 minutes of rest!

Move quickly now!

Prisoners get back to their posts! Let's go!

Come on quickly now!

Let's go!

I've been at this for 12 straight hours.

The radiation will burn my skin off.

We're not slaves.

You'd better work.

If you don't want a taste of the burning of their energy whips too.

But there must be a way to escape.

There will be a way.

You know. Blow-ups happen.

If I could only succeed in overfeeding the furnace.

But overfeed it with what?

- Energy! - Then a gun-ray...

- ...could be enough. - Planing an escape?

This is what you're gonna get, lady!

You can drop the riffle-ray.

Now turn around.

You!

I bet you never expected to see me here.

And you too!

Poor Stella! Your escape efforts have been wasted.

Okay.

I've lost again.

We were sent to free you. Your sentence has been cancelled.

Have you both gone mad?

I only have logic and emotion circuits. No room for craziness.

Well, I've been assigned to a top secret imperial mission.

We must now leave and set Akton free.

There, he's yours.

My gift to you.

Would I lie to you?

Look, it is the imperial flagship.

Akton, you are gonna meet some real royalty.

He's here!

There is his holographic image.

His Highness, the Emperor of the First Circle of the Universe.

I come to you, because my faithful robot,

Elle, has told me

that you are the only one who could save us.

You know, you must be the best pilot in the whole galaxy.

And you, Akton, the best navigator.

Stella,

our galaxy is split

into two warring factions.

Our own

and the one ruled by the evil Count

Zarth Arn

from the league of the dark worlds.

Recently, we've begun

to receive troublesome reports from our spies among the league.

They have informed us

that the Count has created a weapon,

a new, limitless weapon.

A weapon so vast, so huge,

that it would take a whole planet to conceal it.

That is why we sent the mission ship.

Did they find the planet?

The ship came so close...

So close!

...to discovering the Count's secret.

And it was suddenly attacked by a horde of unknown monsters.

We had assumed it was destroyed.

We lost all hope.

Until you found

the launch from that ship.

And now, with the utmost secrecy,

you must sail

to the haunted stars.

You must find that ship.

Find the Count's secret planet and destroy it.

There's something else.

When you complete the mission,

search for the commander

of that missing ship.

He was my only son.

The first possibility is the Origa system.

Also know as the worlds asleep.

But this system is still within our galaxy,

and we should've found it by now.

The same also applies to the white sun of Ohzon.

So, only the third possibility remains...

the heart of the haunted stars.

An unknown planet named...

Euraphas.

Well, shall we begin our search?

Lets go!

The distance we must travel is enormous.

By using hyperspace, what would normally take two months to reach,

we should do in two hours.