Skylines

The first thing you need to know about Rose is, uh...

she ain't exactly human.

Her parents were, at least until the lights fell.

From there, it gets complicated.

Jarrod?

They harvested her father's mind.

They couldn't erase his will.

He sacrificed his life to save Rose.

But there was another.

A father in search of his son...

- - took her in as his own.

Something in that blue light made little Rose grow fast.

Too fast.

Blood transfusions helped slow it down.

But that's not all she inherited.

Her powers freed every pilot on Earth,

reuniting families...

and creating new ones.

Over the next 10 years, Rose and her brother turned the tide...

- Ready? -

Until the Harvesters unveiled their ultimate weapon, the Armada Vessel.

Said to harvest all life on our planet with a single blast.

We had one chance left to stop it.

The Red Fleet cleared a path and Rose had her shot.

But she froze.

No one knows why.

But it was just long enough for everything to fall apart.

One of our ships got caught in the crossfire.

To save all mankind,

she had to kill thousands of her own men.

The price of victory was too much for her to bear.

Rose turned her back on it all.

It's been five years.

We haven't seen the Harvesters since.

What about Rose? Where is she?

Excuse me, love.

I'm looking for Rose Corley. Have you seen her?

Popular question these days.

Evening, ladies and gentlemen. Sorry to break up story time.

I'm looking for this lady, Rose Corley.

Have you seen her?

Hiya, what's your name?

- Kate. - Hi, Kate.

You haven't seen her around, have you?

She might look a little bit older. Maybe a lot.

- No, not lately... - Not ever.

I wasn't talking to you, Popeye.

So which is it, not lately or not ever?

You know, reward's up to a million.

More than enough to get out of this shithole.

Find yourself a nice little gated complex.

Just keep your eye open, eh, old man?

Asshole.

Anyone seen Rose Corley, this girl here?

- Kev, have you checked these guys? On it.

All right, mate. I'm looking for this girl.

No?

Rose Corley?

- Caught anything? No, nothing.

I just need a refill, Doc. Then I'm gone.

Jesus, what the hell. You couldn't have chosen a worse time.

You owe me one.

Get in here.

- You weren't kidding.

Nasty bug going around.

Dublin's already been quarantined.

I know it's only a band-aid, but the hyper-oxygenated blood seems

to have slowed down your cell replication.

Except, this shit keeps getting worse.

Your firing hand.

Concentrated exposure increases the effects of ageing, I'm afraid.

I can always replace it, like Huana's.

How is the old Chief holding up?

He's not doing too well, either.

His transplants got infected by this new virus.

Had to replace his leg again, poor old bugger.

Well, I'd like to keep my cuticles if I can.

Don't knock it till you try it, young lady.

Sure, Doc.

Let me show you something.

Ray, here, was our first case.

What are the symptoms?

Thyroxine levels are way up. And the bodies are eating themselves from the inside.

I'm working on an anti-viral, but it's unlike anything I've seen before.

What you doing that for? Where's the girl? Where is she?

Backdoor.

Relax!

Come for your monthly check-up?

- Stand down.

Freeze!

We gotta stop meeting like this.

- Rose Corley... -

Ray, stop!

Don't shoot!

Rose Corley...

you're under arrest.

Rose? - Out the way, or I'll arrest you too.

What charges? What the hell is going on here?

Whole city's under quarantine.

We have another blue shell contained in the infirmary.

We've locked down the whole sector.

Did he find you?

Your dad.

- You don't think I know who Mark Corley is? - You don't.

Well, I know he's the famous founder of the Resistance.

And I know he'd probably still be alive today... if you hadn't run away.

Let's go.

Welcome back.

Home sweet home.

Right here.

Gotta hand it to you, Corporal. Job well done. Drinks are on me.

Don't forget your wallet this time, huh?

I never forget anything.

Except when it's your turn to pay.

- Careful. I don't take orders from you.

And you are?

Colonel Owens.

But save your salute. You don't have any rank here anymore.

You're our best weapon, Rose.

Do you really think I would let you just walk away?

I thought the war was over.

I won it for you at too high of a price.

There is only one thing harder than winning a war.

Keeping the peace.

- Wise beyond your years. -

You remember Violet.

Yeah. 'Sup, Vi?

Nice ink.

This is approximately every human being alive on Earth.

And this is every freed Pilot.

For the past five years we've coexisted, more or less, peacefully.

Until now.

The Pilots are dying, Rose.

What you saw today is only the beginning.

Soon they'll all revert to their base biology,

triggering a brutal hunt for resources,

which means they'll go back to ripping our bloody brains out.

How do you know that for sure?

A few isolated cases doesn't make a pandemic.

We've already lost thousands in Dublin.

If we don't find a solution in the next 72 hours, London will be next.

However, we may have one.

The Armada?

Harvester ships have resilient core drives which repair their tech.

But every one of them we've converted put together won't be able to stem

the tide of three billion Pilots. The Armadas can.

Its core drive is powerful enough to restore every Pilot on Earth for 100 years.

But I destroyed it five years ago.

Take a closer look.

Its core warped out. Right before impact.

And you know where it went?

We cracked their entire navigational database.

All the way back to this world.

We're calling it Cobalt One.

Every question we've ever asked... Where are they from?

Who are they? What do they really want?

All the answers lie on that shiny, blue rock.

The only way that we can defend our hard-fought peace,

ensure a secure future for all humanity,

hybrid or otherwise, is to get there.

We're embarking on the first manned mission to Cobalt One,

and I want you to join us.

I've assembled a team. The very best our planet has to offer.

You already know Leon. Our hunter.

- As of now, he is your personal escort. -

Zhi, here, cracked their navigation network.

Thanks to him, we can travel five light years in a single day.

Colonel Owens. Former Navy Seals. Sniper by trade.

- He can be a bit of a prick sometimes. -

But there isn't anyone I'd rather have covering my six.

Who's she?

Alexi ran a counterstrike unit in Eastern Europe,

specializing in target tracking, search and destroy.

She could find a needle in the proverbial haystack.

And execute it with extreme prejudice.

So, what exactly is my role in all this?

We need your powers to detach the core drive.

Radford, I've never done that before.

Well, it's the first manned mission to an alien planet.

There's a lot of new for everybody.

But you'll have all the blood transfusions you need

to keep your powers at full strength.

What, are you keeping them separate now?

They seem to prefer it this way.

But we have found you a roommate.

Trent?

I'll leave you to it.

Nice to see you, too.

Jesus. It smells like a Pilot brothel in here.

Yeah? Well, I haven't showered in, like, a year.

What's your excuse?