Crusade

The alien forces that attacked Earth struck without reason or provocation.

Although they were driven back by our forces...

on their way out, they left behind a biogenetically engineered virus...

that has completely penetrated the atmosphere.

As a result, Earth has been quarantined.

Repeat: Earth has been quarantined. Do not....

Break it up!

I said, break it up!

Up yours! We're not going to Earth, you hear that?

That's mutiny, mister. We have our orders.

I don't give a rat's ass about orders. You heard what she said.

Earth has been quarantined with some kind of a plague.

Now, me and the other guys, we were born on Mars.

It's not our problem.

We're not gonna let you take us back there and get us infected.

We'll take this ship if we have to.

Not a chance. You don't have enough people to even try it.

No? Who wants to die?

And who's with me? Come on.

Out of the way, Captain. This doesn't concern you.

- It's my ship. - You can't stop all of us.

No, all I have to stop is you. You're the mouth.

If you can't take me, you sure as hell can't take my ship.

You get past me, she's all yours.

Who's next? Anybody else?

Half of you are alive right now...

because of my command of this ship and the rest of this crew.

You gonna fall apart now?

Do you think I'm gonna let you get killed?

Now everybody get back to their stations, and I will forget that this ever happened.

Move it!

Stand down. Get him to the brig.

Have the doc check him over and make sure he's okay.

- You all right? - Yeah, I think so.

Held them off as long as we could till you could get here.

You did the right thing. This attack's got everybody in a panic. Yes.

We're approaching coordinates for Earth orbit.

Ready to jump to normal space, Captain.

Jump.

Let's take a look. See how bad this really is.

My God.

Who are you?

Matthew Gideon, Captain.

Attached to the Earth Alliance starship, Excalibur.

To find a cure to the Drakh plague before it wipes out all life on Earth.

Anywhere I ha ve to.

Who do you serve and who do you trust?

CRUSADE 1x01 "WAR ZONE" Subtitles subXpacio

With over 240 Destroyers lost in the battle...

lists of casualties are still being drawn up.

But current estimates place the death toll...

at between 6,000 and 7,000 killed in action.

President Susana Luchenko has called for a week ofplanetary mourning...

for the bra ve men and women who sacrificed their lives...

in the battle against the Drakh.

While there are countless heroes worthy of distinction...

Yes.

- Anything new? - Not much. It's a mess down there.

Everybody's trying to figure out what to do next.

What about the aliens that attacked? Anything more on them?

No, just a name: the Drakh.

But apparently some of our ships are still in pursuit.

They're hoping to capture a couple of them.

Damn it!

You know, this is one of those times I wish I was still on a Destroyer.

This ship was designed for exploration, not combat.

We got here as fast as we could. It was over before we even jumped.

- There was nothing you could've done. - That's not good enough.

How's Ens. James?

Doc checked him out, said he'll be fine.

He thinks you should put this attempted mutiny on the record.

Negative.

He was scared. Who could blame him? We were all scared.

I put him down because I had to. That's enough.

You're being a lot more merciful than he will.

His father's a high-ranking official on Mars.

He probably got on the line to his dad as soon as he woke up.

The political situation between Earth and Mars Colony is very sensitive.

Striking a crew member. They could turn and bring you up on charges.

We're in a state of planetary alert. Who's gonna care about-

- Captain, we've just received new orders. - It's about time. What are they?

We're to proceed immediately to Mars.

Mars?

Did they say what they want with us?

Not us, sir. You.

And so it begins.

Drakh ship is accelerating, making a run for it.

Comm. system's out. We're venting air on all decks.

We can't take much more of this.

Stay with her. Prepare to launch the distress beacon.

Tell them we've located a ship that attacked Earth, and pursued it.

We intend to force her down on the nearest planet.

Systems on overload, sir. Massive damage to reactors.

- Launch beacon. - Aye, sir. Beacon away.

Let's just hope someone else can finish what we've started.

Mr. Eilerson, you see that?

I see it. Might be a meteor, piece of space junk.

Send Jenson up to do a fly-over, check it out.

We have to go that way anyway in a few days.

Let's see if we can't find that damned underground city.

No reason we can't swing by, see if there isn't something of value.

Yes, sir.

That's the fun part about being an archeologist, Sam.

The present constantly getting in the way of exploring the past.

But who knows? Maybe we'll find something of value...

we can send back to the Corporation.

Nothing like the occasional surprise to keep things interesting.

Gideon is the wrong choice for this assignment. Do you understand?

- Sen. McQuate. - Capt. Gideon. Thanks for coming.

Mr. Ames, Military Liaison, Planetary Security.

Captain.

- Sir, I would like to explain- - In a moment.

I assume you've been briefed on the situation back home.

Well, you've only heard part of the story.

The planet is in a blind panic. Mass rioting across whole continents.

Doomsday cults springing up all over the place.

Earthgov's in chaos. Nobody's even coming in to work.

Hell, why should they? They'll all be dead in five years anyway.

- Five years? - That's just a guess, Senator.

The high-IQ boys back home figured it would take that long...

for the plague to adjust to our biology.

Once that happens...

every man, woman, and child on the face of the Earth will die.

You know, Captain...

some folks think there might have been life on Mars once upon a time.

If they did exist, they left no sign.

We'll never know who they were, or what they did.

What songs they sang, what stories they told.

Mars is a dead world.

Can't imagine that happening to the Earth in a few years.

Can't imagine that happening at all.

Folks back home are doing everything they can.

But the odds of us finding a cure in the time that's left are just about zip.

We must look outside.

This plague didn't come out of nowhere.

Somebody out there somewhere has come across it before now.

Maybe some alien race we've never even met before can help us.

Or maybe the cure is buried beneath some ancient alien city...

forgotten under centuries of sand.

We need the right ship and the right person to find that cure.

The right ship is the Excalibur, prototype Destroyer, top of the line.

That person...

is you, Captain.

Well, I'm honored.

But why me? There are others just as qualified.

During your time captaining an Explorer class vessel...

you've come across more new alien life forms than anyone else in the fleet.

There are half a dozen captains riding Explorer ships.

The rest are either too old or too cautious.

You're a dangerous man when you want to be...

and right now we need a dangerous man.

So, are you up to the job?

Yes, sir. Will I be able to pick my own team?

Some, yes. Some, no.

This is a highly political situation back home.

We've had to make certain compromises to get this show on the road.

A lot of people will be looking over your shoulder on this one.

I understand, but just so we're clear...

once we go, this is my command. I'll do whatever's necessary.

If that means turning the entire galaxy upside down...

and shaking its pockets to see what falls out, that's what I'll do.

I'm not subtle or pretty, and I'll piss off a lot of people along the way.

But I'll get the job done.

Do whatever you have to do, Captain. Make sure Earth doesn't turn into this.

Base, this is Shuttle 2. Still no sign of that crash.

Coming around for... Just a sec.

Confirm, Base. I have visual lock.

It's definitely a ship. Origin unknown.

Relaying position.

Oh, hell.

I'm being fired upon. I repeat, I'm taking fire.

Evasive maneuvers.

I'm being fired upon. I repeat, I'm taking fire.

Evasive maneuvers.

That's when we lost contact.

Is there any way to get word back to the Company...

to tell them that we've got trouble?

Negative.

The atmosphere is too heavily ionized to get a signal out very far...

and the transport will not come back to pick us up for another two weeks.

We've been out of contact ever since we got here.

Until now, it wasn't a problem.

All right. What options do we have?

Just one. Move out before they come after us.

We don't know they're hostile.

They could have thought our ship was going to attack.

They didn't try to establish contact...

and they didn't wait to see what he was going to do.

They ambushed him and blew him out of the sky.

I don't know about where you come from, but where I grew up...

that's definitely considered hostile behavior.

Trace, give it a rest.

Look, they didn't send out a general distress signal.

That means they don't want anybody to know they're here.

Now that they know they've got company, guess what?

They'll come after us.

We can't just pack up an entire expedition. The hassle-

Is a hell of a lot less hassle than being dead.

I got plans for the weekend, and being dead ain't part of them.

I say we move everybody out...