Space Pirate Captain Harlock Page #2

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I'll be there.

I don't want to be a soldier.

I want to work with plants, like my Morn did.

Impressive, isn't it?

Bet you've never seen a ship that can repair itself.

No matter what hits her, she won't go down easily.

And that's not all.

Thanks to the dark matter engine, it never stops ticking.

This baby never needs to touch down, repair or refuel.

Dark matter engine?

Behold, the mother lode.

It's a relic of the Homecoming War.

It was created by the ancient Niflung and runs on infinite energy.

We don't actually have any idea how the thing works,

but fortunately the last surviving Niflung is...

...right over there.

The only other intelligent race encountered by humankind.

But damned if she...or it...says much.

Can I ask you something?

Is it really true that Harlock is more than 100 years old?

Well, heroes gotta have ~legends' surrounding them, right?

You better learn to keep your nose out of things.

Everybody on this ship has records. Or skeletons.

Bet you've got a couple in your closet as well.

But you know, what gets us going is all that Gaia Communion B.S.!

And the human race wastes

its final hours worshipping a planet it can't even return to?

Being born into a time like this...

We can't just sit around and do nothing!

Everything checks out?

Yes ma'am, no problem, but...

What? Just spit it out!

Where does he hide them?

The central computer...

Old friend,

our journey's almost over.

What you seek is not here.

The time will come.

The decision is yours.

Why have you brought him to us?

Surely you are aware?

You're looking for something.

A miracle, perhaps?

You might laugh at me.

I am not one to judge.

I'm just an observer.

The 8th planet of the Gorum System.

We will be arming No. 99 on this planet.

Arming what?

A dimensional oscillator warhead.

This planet is the site of a failed human colony.

You all know the risks.

It's not going to be a walk in the park.

Anyone willing to show us what you're made of?

What's wrong? Anybody?

L...volunteer.

You will not.

You don't even...

There's a first time for everyone.

Meet me on the hangar deck in 10 minutes.

Why the hell did you volunteer?

To survive on this ship...l need to show I've got guts.

Besides...

Besides?

It won't hurt to get noticed by the captain.

So, where do they keep that dimensional what's-it-called, anyway?

Hold your horses, kid.

Optical camouflage...

A dimensional oscillator warhead.

This is No. 99?

What exactly are they supposed to do?

Don't ask so many questions.

Locking coordinates at 32.7 North latitude

and 126.4 West longitude,

on the Southern edge of Gimlus Valley

on the Eastern Vydar plains.

Roger on the coordinates.

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