Life on earth was beyond repair.
The planet's resources spent, its capacity for life diminished.
Mankind was within mere generations of extinction.
Humanity, not one for succumbing to fate,
united and launched the most ambitious mission undertaking in its history.
It fell to world-renowned physicist Dr. Richard Adams
to command an international team of the best and the brightest
to crew the Argo,
the largest space-going vessel ever constructed by man.
They were accompanied by Clarke, an AI being of remarkable intellect.
Their destination, Bernard-D,
a world that had shown promise of harboring life.
and, perhaps, a second home for the people of our dying biosphere.
The mission would take two decades, the crew sacrifices would be enormous.
But they would bound by a single goal: to find a new home.
Yet, upon their arrival, the crew found their journey to be in vain.
Bernard-D was no eden.
But as volatile and inhospitable as the planet they were trying to replace.
Upon their return, the Argo's 40 men and women
would reluctantly emerge from a deep sleep
to greet Earth with devastating news.
Yet, the world they left is not the world they're returning to.
"L5" - Season 1 Episode 1: Pilot
- See? No lights. - Yeah, none, huh.
- You said the thing is pitch +42? - Pitch +52.
All right. I have it. Thanks.
- How big did you said those things were? - One colony can hold 3 million.
Three million people, and not a single light? What d'you think about that?
- I honestly don't know. - Checked with Tony?
No. He should be just waking up.
Morning, Clarke. So how long I've been out?
- That joke never gets old? - Never.
- Updates? - Two.
- What happened? - Small amounts of interstellar medium
penetrated the ship and resulted in a brief power outage
wich affected Layla Shin's nutrient line, causing hypoperfusion
in all her vital organs, including the brain,
resulting in a coma.
- Who's attending? - Dr. Lewis.
- And? - Dr. Anthony Baker suffered a severe
upper respiratory infection and died. Most likely due to sepsis.
My available antibiotics were insufficient to fend off the infection.
- Yeah, poor Tony. - I've sealed his sleep chamber to quarantine the body.
Make sure we set up some kind of memorial for him.
Rich, there's a problem.
Two hundred years. How is that posible?
No clue. I ran every vector against the figures I say
before you went under. The same. Same Delta-V,
same periapsis distance. Adjustments must have been made ​​while we were asleep.
All right. Clarke, do you know anything about this?
- Rich, I have to tell you something. - Rich...
We tried K bands, microwave, everything.
We haven't got any single response, from anyone.
I see. No signal. No contact. And we're 200 years late...
You may like to review the systems. We've been out for quite a while.
I don't think it's that simple. Okay, stay at it. Everyone stays quiet till we've got some anwers, understood?
All right.
Well, people, you heard it. Get back to work.
- Hey, Rich! - Charlie. Are you all right?
I just woke up. My legs are still pretty stiff.
- Yeah, mine too. - So, you know when we'll be docking?
Soon. We just gotta to work out a few things... uhh... Soon.
It's wild, you know? When I left, my son was, was like...
But now he's like as tall as me or taller even...
He probably even has his own kid.
I guess I'll get to skip the parenting and go straight to grand-parenting.
That's the best of both worlds.
Hey, why don't you go talk to Dr. Lewis. Make sure you're thawing out alright.
- All right. - Thanks, Charlie.
No answer.
- This doesn't make any sense. - Rich, I have to tell you something.
- What is it, Clarke? - I delayed our return.
I received a signal. It was faint.
But I recognized its origin.
There isn't an easy way to translate it into English,
but suffice to say it aroused my worst suspicions.
- Was it from Earth? - Yes.
- When? Were we in hypersleep? - Yes.
Yes, I made an executive decision and felt it best to delay our return.
- What do you think it means? - I can't say for sure.
- But I have some theories. - Yeah, well, me too.
- Are yours good? - No. - Yeah, me neither.
- Shall I notify the crew? - No!
Is there anything natural we could...uhh... blame this on or something... unrelated?
- You mean lie? Is that necessary? - I think we need time.
Time to cope. Time to make sense of all this.
I don't see how lying is in any way beneficial.
They will discover it all in time. It will seem like you were keeping something from them.
I would rather have them ponder our fates,
than confirm their worst fears.
- I still think it's ill-advised. - And I think it's ill-advised
to tell 40 fathers, mothers, sons and daughters,
that our return was delayed a few centuries on a hunch.
It is the truth.
That's the last thing we need right now, the truth.
- It doesn't make much sense, huh? - No, Rich...
I understand perfectly.
Layla is dead. Organ failure.
I put her back in her cryotube. Seemed the best thing to do for the time being.
Are you gonna say something?
About this mess we're in. It's all anybody's talking about.
They're all wondering what Commander Richard Adams is going to do.
- Hey, Clarke, patch me, will you? - Of course, Rich.
Everyone, if I can have your attention, please.
I understand you all have a lot of questions.
But first, the facts.
There was no miscalculation.
We are indeed 198 years ahead in local future.
One hundred and seventy three years past our projected return date.
There is, as far as I can make out, a communications blackout
or a problem with Space Station Unit WL 5.
As you know, the blackout extends to Earth.
Clarke is working on an scenario that involves EPR communication, but that may take a while.
Beagle 3 is being retrofitted for an excursion inside the colony.
So, now is the time--
Is there any update on the diagnostics about the cause of the time variation?
- Clarke? - I admit that the decision
to return at a later date was mine alone.
There wasn't a safe return scenario at that time.
Local galactic weather conditions were not permitting a direct approach.
- There is something we missed. - By 200 years! - Easy!
I can clarify that a little. The entry scenario did not manifest itself until recently.
The best approach was to accelerate and increase time dilation.
However, as a result the ship will need treatment for gamma bombardment.
Which we presently lack the equipment to do.
- So what about the skiff? - Glad you asked, Rod. Suit up. - Right.
Rich, have we had any contact with anyone. Other bases, ships...
- I guess we're calling 'em colonies now? - There is some garble - stuff floating around out there
and we can't quite make it out at this time.
- So... - So no.
I know this is difficult. But we'll get to the bottom of it, I promise.
So let's get back to work.
Adams out.
This image better clear up a bit or we'll have some trouble.
You're coming through alright. I'm sure she'll clear up.
- Here's as good a place as any. - Let 'er rip, K.
{google translation} - Whats the issue?. - I can't make out anything. Beagle's been on radar autopilot this whole time.
{Needs correction} It is out of position.
Dammit!
[ROD:] Damn, that thing dropped like a stone.
Sorry, Rich, I just lost it.
[RICH:] It's all right. We're gonna go take a look. Stand by.
- Gamma-ray burst. - No!
That would explain the communications blackout, as well as the...
Look at the window, Sam. I can see foliage from here.
A burst that size, there wouldn't be a trace of life. I'd be a wasteland.
I'm telling you, it was a solar storm.
Or an impact of some kind. Asteroid or comet.
Where's the evidence, Carl? A storm
or an impact that size would have left a pretty big mark.
Could have hit the ocean... air disperse.
We were prepared for something of that size. Word would've gotten out.
Jan, back me up here. Gamma-ray burst.
You're both wrong.
It wasn't external, but internal.
An agressive and virulent virus.
A human pandemic of some sort or an ecological disaster. An agricultural failure.
Either way, its origin was on Earth. It probably set us back to pre-industrial.
What? Did it happen in a day? No one would have left word?
Pre-industrial, means that it wouldn't have killed everyone, Jan.
There'd be pockets of survivors, and they'd have made contact somehow.
I have a hard time believing viruses killed radio antennas.
You asked for my opinion, I gave it to you.
What about aliens?
What if we initiated first contact, and then they wiped us out?
You know, like Conquistadors and Aztecs? Or...
or whatever the alien equivalent of smallpox blankets would be?
So a race of aliens showed up...
distributed quilts, which killed everyone.
And then just left?
- It's possible. - You are no longer allowed to speak.
Enough. Any of you got a pen?
Rich? You gotta see this.
- Where is everybody? - I don't know.
{to be corrected} Lewis! I come now.
Get this thing off of me
Wait, there's a hole in your suit!
{to be corrected} - Listen, I come back after you. - It does not matter.
{to be corrected} I've already lost 20% of my oxygen.
{to be corrected} APU is not working. I have an electric barometer at the core.
{google translation} - Wait, I have it. - I'm watching my costume.
{to be corrected} Argh, thats really stuck.
Hold on, Rod!
All right. One, two, three...
Rich? Rich!
Don't forget. Visible signs of plant life.
All right. Given everything we know
the signs point to some sort of coronal mass ejection.
And, if large enough, the radiation could have
a devastating effect on the population.
Not bad.
If that's the case, where is everybody?
I mean ..uhh.. there would've been survivors. Right?
{to be corrected} Come on. I thought I'd lost you there boss.
How do you feel?
- A little hot. - Funny.
The liquid cooling overheated. Mine too.
Had to reset them both. They are stable enough.
Let's get you up.
- Come on, let's get you back to the ship. - No, we'll keep looking around.
I do not know, Rich. These things took a beating.
{to be corrected} We're not going back up that way, even if you'd like.
Perfect.
- So how long do you figure it's been like this? - I can't say
but I'm gonna find out.
I think about 5 miles. Eight hours of oxygen.
You have 8. I got 6.
{to be corrected} The best best bet is going to be to make it to that connecting tube.
{to be corrected} And see if we can join it.
{to be corrected} It sounds a whole lot like an excuse to just keep exploring, Rich.
We should keep going. We'll stop when we find something.
{to be translated} Oh yea, sure. So we can run out of oxygen and die from asphyxia.
{to be corrected} Or we can fall and break a bone.
Hell, if we're lucky, we'll just pass out from exhaustion.
Come on.
{to be corrected} At least we can explain why we lost contact with the Beagle.
It doesn't explain a damn thing, Rod.
- Time Codes By: Monteque - - Translated to Danish By: Monteque -
- Thanks to IceDuck for help -