Stan Lee's Mighty 7 (2014) - full transcript

Hi, I'm Stan Lee. But hey,

don't hold that against me.

Many people follow me because of the

legendary super heroes I've created.

Others because I owe them money.

Now I won't claim that the

story you're about to see

is true, because if I

pretend it's fiction

I'll still get paid for writing it.

I'll only say what you're about

to see is one amazing tale.

So what's a world

famous icon like me

doing out here in the

middle of nowhere?

Well, it all started when

Archie Comics hired me

to create a new comic for them.

It turned out that they weren't

too excited about my first idea.

And unfortunately, they felt the same

way about my next three as well.

I was out of ideas.

That's why I'm in the desert.

I need to clear my mind, recharge my

batteries, and find a men's room.

Of course I didn't suspect

that I'd soon discover

just what I was looking for.

Engage amplaspeed.

Command noted. Amplaspeed

countdown initiated.

I can't believe we're

finally headed home.

- It's been a good mission.

- Good?

We're coming back

with five fugitives.

That should earn us at least

three cycles of vacation time.

This is intolerable.

So you've stated. Repeatedly.

Thirty eight times in ninety one

point three time quadrants.

My brother's not being a know-it-all.

It's just the way his mind works.

If he wants it to keep working, he

should use it for something helpful.

Like finding a way out of here.

Leave the kid alone.

If you want to get out,

I know how to get out.

He's cute. But crazy, right?

Just let him talk.

Go ahead kid.

Tell us.

Every time the ship

goes to amplaspeed

the cell's energy beams

weaken for 2.6 zydines.

So?

So he can slip through. Watch.

Once he's on the outside he can

turn off the cell's power source.

Why'd you wait so long to tell us?

No one asked.

If protocols are followed, we should

be jumping to amplaspeed any second.

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

Security alert.

Unauthorized entry on level three.

But how could they get...

Yuka!

Secure command bridge!

Shut down all access!

Request not possible.

Command deck access breached.

Stay where you are.

You're not in charge anymore.

Malfunction!

Navigation system damaged!

What is it?

Unidentified bogie, sir.

Entering our orbit on a

trajectory 35.03 North,

heading for a crash landing!

Point of impact?

The Mojave. 15 miles from here.

Come on, brain.

Get off your keister.

Inspire me.

Hey, a shooting star.

Wow that's nice.

Maybe it's a sign.

Huh?

Huh!

Huh?

Hey!

One's trying to escape.

I'm going after him.

Great.

Whoa! Take it easy!

I'm one of the good guys!

Shut up, ancient one.

Let him go.

Drop the weapon or I laser

his head right off his neck.

Hey, I know it's a little

gray on the outside

but I-I-I still need

what's on the inside.

Owww!

This is ridiculous.

Do you really want to be stranded

on this ugly alien planet?

It's a better fate than being

brought back to prison!

I don't believe you'd

hurt an innocent.

Don't push me.

Wow, you are one fast woman.

And hey, I mean that in a good way.

You put any thought

into this, handsome?

What's your plan?

Get rid of him.

Your claws are digging

into my back!

Whoa!

You all right?

Hey, that ancient

alien's gettin' away!

Bring him to me.

Look, I'm going to be late

for my early bird dinner.

We didn't mean to frighten you.

Fear isn't in my vocabulary.

On the other hand, terror is.

My partner and I are star marshals.

These five are fugitives we were taking back

to our home planet Kring when our ship...

Let's just say had

technical difficulties.

When Kring picks up our distress

beacon they'll send a rescue craft.

But I have no idea how

long that could take.

Smarten up.

There is no point in escaping

when we're all stranded

on this barren planet?

He has an indisputable point.

Yuka. Status report.

Diagnostics reading. The ship

is destroyed. Nice work.

I don't need the attitude.

The only equipment not

damaged is the escape pod.

Everything else is beyond repair

except for the

interstellar communicator.

How long 'til the

choppers make contact?

About five minutes.

Oh, boy. Aliens with superpowers.

And they're stuck on a

distant planet. Hmmm.

What planet are we on?

It's a little place we

like to call Earth.

Earth? I've heard this place

is a primitive dung heap.

Actually it's the third planet

in the Graphilga solar system

that's part of the Oonaga galaxy.

It has more than six point two

billion creatures they call humans.

So it's a crowded dung heap.

Uh-oh. I hear helicopters.

Our military probably picked up

your ship when it was coming in.

Will they be able to help us?

No, not likely.

They have a reputation for

making aliens disappear.

Don't worry, he won't hurt you.

He does that when he's afraid.

I wish I could.

Stay where you are!

Do not move! Get down on the ground!

I kneel to no one.

No, I have orders not to

harm other life forms.

Your orders, not mine.

What the...

I'm stuck. I can't move.

It's some kind of

immobilizing beam.

I thought you said this

was a primitive planet.

I said it was a dung heap.

It seems this dung heap has

obtained advanced technology.

We will not harm you.

Do not resist.

I think this is the part where

I'm supposed to help. Any ideas?

Press the activation code on the

star marshal's command communicator.

That's how he controls

the ship's computer.

Great idea. How'd you like to

go get it and bring it to me?

I'm guessing that's a no.

Press the Librum button.

Which one is that?

It has a vertical line intersecting

with a horizontal line.

Oh, the letter L. Done.

Yuka, activate the escape pod's

disbursement field at 50 feet.

How'd they escape those beams?

Where'd this dust storm come from?

I thought you had orders not

to harm other life forms.

You attack me first,

all bets are off.

Good to know.

Look out!

Hang on! We're going down!

Hey, uh, guys?

Can we try not to

destroy anything else?

Those are my tax dollars at work.

Sorry, but you've

become a nuisance.

Mayday! Mayday!

Report! Report!

- I want to know what's going on out there.

- We've got to put her down! Over!

We're out of here!

All units retreat!

If that's the best they got,

we got nothin' to worry about.

Okay, okay, they're gone!

Enough dust!

You all right?

I might have to pop another blood

pressure pill, but aside from that...

They'll be back.

With a lot more firepower.

We've gotta get out of here.

But my car won't hold all of you.

Yuka, disengage the escape pod.

Transfer all data and abandon ship.

Command implemented.

Boy, that's gotta

cost a pretty penny.

Oh, I'm ridin' with

the ancient one.

I've never been in an

antique like that.

Antique? It's a classic.

Let's go!

I wouldn't be caught dead

in that hideous transport.

I'll stay with them.

Don't think anything's

been settled.

- You trust this lifeform?

- For now.

What's our status?

Choppers had to retreat. But a satellite

picked up an image that might help.

Looks like they caught a ride.

Analysis, now. I want to

know who's driving that car.

So, do all the people on your

planet have these super powers?

We don't have super powers.

We just use eighty

percent of our brains.

It magnifies our natural abilities.

Your species only uses ten percent.

We call you mini-minds.

Not a real cheery sort, are you?

Two of us, one of him.

We can take over this

thing and escape.

Apparently your speed is only a

physical talent and not a mental one.

Hey, there's no need

to be insulting.

We are alive right now

because we worked together

to fight back their military.

Deductive reasoning would suggest

we continue to stick together.

You should be safe

here from now on.

Wow.

- You live here?

- Yeah, I wish.

It belongs to a friend.

He's traveling right now.

Oh, that thing is going to

draw a lot of attention.

Is there some way to hide it?

Yuka, make yourself scarce.

Activating molecular reorganization.

That'll work.

What a dump.

There aren't enough bedrooms.

You'll have to double up.

We can share a room.

I think I should stay with her.

What? Why?

For security purposes.

I want every piece of equipment you

can salvage taken back to base.

Found the perfect room

for females. Follow me.

Your fiancee doesn't want

to share a room with you?

I want to know who was

driving that vehicle!

SATCOM's still working on it.

We should have an answer soon.

No!

What's wrong?

They are dismantling our ship.

Access to our technology

would be disastrous.

Yuka, prepare for disintegration!

But you'll destroy

the rescue beacon!

Then let's hope they've already

picked up the signal on Kring.

And if they haven't?

Activate disintegration.

- Are you sure about this?

- Just do it!

Disintegration activated.

Everybody out! Now!

Get me outta here!

John, you folks at Archie are going

to love my new comic book idea.

"reality super heroes".

What are you doing?

It's a command center.

I used equipment

from the escape pod.

It's only until we're rescued.

Rescue means going to prison.

Not being rescued means

we're stranded here.

A prison sentence in itself.

An obvious conclusion that

seems to escape Mr. Happy.

Mr. Obtuse would be

more appropriate.

I don't take well to insults.

Hey, you're supposed to

stop them, aren't you?

They need to work

this out themselves.

Sure, easy for you to say,

I'm the guy who'll have to

pay my friend's deductible.

Look, my father is head

of the Governing Council.

If you all agree to

follow our orders

and not try to escape, I'll have

him cut your sentences in half.

But there's one condition.

There always is.

If even one of you

breaks the rules,

the deal's off and you all

serve your full sentences.

Agreed?

- Fine.

- Agreed.

Captain, look!

Sound the alarm! Abandon ship!

The loss of our tanker is the eighth sinking

of an oil carrying vessel this month.

Xanar.

I want to assure the public

that we are working hard

to stop these attacks on

the world's oil supply.

My friend, amends need to be...

I knew you weren't trustworthy.

It'll do.

We got an ID on the man who

helped the aliens escape.

It's the comic book

writer, Stan Lee.

Get him here.

Hey. This is private property.

I need help.

Comic books? About us?

He wants to turn us into heroes?

He must be nuts.

Oh, sounds fun!

I tell you what.

You just sign a contract giving

me your exclusive rights

and I'll continue hiding

you from our military.

- No one's permitted on this floor.

- I'm not no one.

We've got to keep your

real identities a secret.

So what I've done, I've come up with

names for your super hero characters.

You're Strong Arm, you're

Silver Skylark. And you're...

- The Feral Falcon?

- Uh, no.

- Lady Lightning because...

- I'm lightning fast. Big deal.

I knew I'd regret my mother

letting me quit flying lessons.

He's Kid Kinergy

because he uses kinetic

energy, and he's Micro.

Because I can shrink.

Mr. Lee, that's brilliant.

Suck up.

Stop right there.

That's what I thought.

Taegon slime.

The round one is Roller

Man for obvious reasons,

and the grim one is Lazer Lord.

Sounds harmless enough.

All right. It's a deal.

Great.

I'll have my lawyer

draw up a contract.

Hmm, we exterminated our

lawyers centuries ago.

We can learn so much from you.

What happened to you?

It was Blastok. He escaped.

Who?

The one you call Lazer Lord.

This is where your road ends.

Any sign of him?

Not yet.

How are you gonna spot

Lazer Lord from up here?

The pod has a sub-thermal

tracking device

that can detect the cold

coming from our bodies.

Your body temperatures are cold?

Minus ten centigrade,

in your terminology.

And there's nothing like a

cool body on a hot planet.

Um, do you see that plane?

That big plane?

With two guys sitting in front...

Whose eyes I can see?

We're on a collision course!

Someone wanna tell me

what just happened?

Once the pod is stopped it

can automatically rearrange

its molecular structure

when it comes in contact

with a foreign object, allowing the

object to pass right through it.

Wow, that's great.

Tell me, is there a

bathroom on board?

Hey, this thing is blinking.

Blastok is in that

building below us.

No, use half the concrete,

and no one will ever know.

Surprised to see me again Xanar?

What's Lazer Lord doing here?

Clairvoyance isn't

one of our powers.

Geez, a guy can't ask a simple

question without getting attitude.

Stay here.

Okay, but don't do anything rash.

We don't have a

signed contract yet.

Looks like Blastok's work.

Hold it!

Didn't your mommy tell you

not to play with guns?

It's over, Xanar.

You don't know what

you're up against.

Yes I do.

A scum sucking lower life form.

What the...

Get out!

No, you're not screwin' up my

chance for a lighter sentence!

Hey, I just came

along for the ride.

Enough!

No, that reptiles's mine.

He's getting away!

You're coming with us.

Nice work.

You've just doomed this planet and

everyone on it. Including us.

Geoffrey Barrett, the head of Oil Max

the one you let get away is a Taegon.

Taegons. I hate those guys.

What's a Taegon?

A hostile reptilian hybrid

race from the galaxy Unigra.

And incredibly ugly.

Taegon's infiltrated and

enslaved over 63 planets.

- Why did you confront this Taegon?

- Let's just say it's personal.

I suggest we leave it that way.

Wait a minute. You're gonna let

these guys take over my world?

I fought this battle before.

Once was enough.

On the planet Wimava.

The death and destruction

I saw convinced me

that war has no

victors, only victims.

So I went AWOL.

Life as a fugitive was hard.

The military sent out

patrols looking for me.

I could not get any work.

Stealing was the only

way I could survive.

Touching story.

But we're not letting the

Taegons take control.

Whatever we think of this planet, no

race deserves to be their slaves.

We might be this

planet's only hope.

No, this is outside

our jurisdiction!

Our oath is only to protect Kring.

The academy oath was to

protect the innocent.

It didn't specify only Kring.

That's a technicality.

Maybe.

But he's right.

Since our own survival

may be at stake,

I will relinquish my natural

aversion to fighting.

Fantastic!

Your first assignment!

But let's stop at my lawyer's

first and sign those contracts.

General Mayhem.

I had an unfortunate encounter

with a Kringen named Blastok.

Kringens on Earth?

This is not what we need right now.

They are the only race

with the power to stop us.

And he has others from

his planet with him.

- How many?

- At least four.

We have to accelerate our plan.

Mobilize your men.

Xanar, I've met with our field

generals. We are ready to attack.

General, that target has a

strong military presence.

We need more time to

mobilize more forces.

Sentar, you are a neophyte in the

business of world domination.

You never question a superior.

This mission cannot tolerate

any insubordination.

Search complete. Target identified.

Xanar's computer indicates

an unusual interest

in a primitive industrial facility.

What is it?

That's the oil refinery in Long

Beach. It supplies our military.

This is exactly how

the Taegons work.

First they cripple the planet's defenses

then launch their own invasion.

They'll quickly

colonize your country

then spread their tyranny

across the entire planet.

Well, you guys have to stop them.

Our people have only done it once.

But we had an army.

Not just seven of us.

Jeez, this is gonna be one

heckuva first assignment.

I'd love to go with you but I've

got a meeting with Archie Comics.

Your planet is in mortal peril.

Maybe you should focus on

that and not your comic book.

Strong Arm... May I

call you Strong Arm?

My planet's been in peril

every year of my life.

And I have bills to pay.

I really am a stranger

in a strange land.

Party's started.

Then we're just in

time to crash it.

Look! Over there!

Look out! Run!

It's gonna blow! Get out now!!

Lazer Lord. You, Roller Man

and Lightning with me!

Skylark, take the others

and help the injured!

I meant to do that.

Hey, I need help!

Hey!

You good?

- Thanks.

- I'll take care of her.

Be my guest. I got enough

Taegons to keep me busy.

I'm taking you back to the pod.

Help!

Oh my... thank you!

How did you do that?!

Well thank you, who

or whatever you are.

You're not going to believe this!

Help! We're trapped!

Ooooooh!!

Whoaaaaa!

Ooooooh!!

- Thank you!

- You're amazing!

- How'd you do that?!

- What's your name?!

Well I could get used to this.

Uh, how would I get in touch

with you ladies when I'm done?

This is the first real fun I've

had on this dump of a planet.

This isn't fun. This is war.

Stan the Man speaking.

Stan, your super heroes

are all over the tube!

- When you said reality super heroes...

- You were probably thinking of my show

Who Wants to be a Super Hero.

I had no idea that they're real!

This is a gold mine!

Get here as soon as you can!

I want to publish this ASAP!

Happy days are here again...

Uh-oh.

I've written enough stories to

know when I'm being followed.

Well, let's see if you fellas

can stay up with Super Stan.

There's not supposed

to be a dumpster here.

Mr. Lee. You're coming with us.

How unfortunate.

All that water and you

can't even drink it.

Their oceans are full of salt.

Too much salt.

I found a drinking fountain.

This water has a purification

factor of ninety seven.

And when it's gone, you just press

this handle and it refills itself.

Perhaps these humans are not

as backward as we thought.

I haven't been able to

contact Mr. Lee for hours.

You think something happened?

Yes. Something bad.

When we left the desert,

I wasn't sure we could trust him.

I put a tracking device on his car.

I'll find him.

I'm having second thoughts

about this super hero thing.

C'mon, you like the name

Mr. Lee gave you.

Yeah, but I don't like fighting.

That's all we did growing up.

Remember the orphanage?

I hated those fights.

But we made a great team.

Hey.

And now, we'll be doing good stuff.

People are gonna like us.

Just promise you won't leave me.

Never. You're the

only family I've got.

Where are you two going?

We're heroes and everyone

wants to know who we are,

so we're going out and tell them.

You heard Mr. Lee. We need to

keep our real identities a secret.

- You're not my boss.

- You'll do what I say.

If you want people to

like you, start with me.

Hey, all our lives we

were two bit thieves.

Now that people like us,

we're gonna enjoy it.

Inside!

And put this back.

Oops. Sorry.

You did that on purpose.

We exist to protect this planet

from hostile alien invasions.

And I will do anything in my

power to accomplish that.

I told you I thought they

were comic book fans.

I dropped them off in Hollywood

where they fit right in.

Mr. Lee, I'm going to step

out for a few moments.

When I come back, I suggest

you start telling the truth.

Otherwise you'll find yourself

screaming like one of your

comic book characters.

This isn't good.

Hey, sister.

Can you spare some change?

Change?

Sorry, this is the

only outfit I've got.

And I don't think you'd

look very good in it.

Were you here when

this car arrived?

Yeah.

Scary stuff, all those dudes

in black grabbin' the old guy.

Dudes?

Nevcal.

I recognize them from the Iraq War.

They got a big secret covert

operation out in the Nevada desert.

So, Stan.

Are you ready to tell

me about those aliens?

I told you I never met any aliens.

Well we have.

We even have some

of their technology.

Like this ball.

We also have a machine that

extracts people's memories.

Really?

Is it, um, painful?

No, absolutely not.

But it could kill you.

I've just made alien contact.

Put everyone on stage five alert.

Will you please tell the court

how you know Blastok?

Blastok was my best

friend at the academy.

He said his professor had gambling

debts and wanted Blastok to pay them.

And if he wouldn't, the professor

was going to fail him.

That night the professor was

brutally attacked and killed.

What Blastok didn't know was

that I was out that night

and I saw him in the shadows.

He's wrong!

I was never there!

Hey.

Huh?

Oh, sorry.

I was just thinking about

something. You find Mr. Lee?

He's been taken to some secret

military location called Nevcal.

They'll force him to

reveal our location.

Then we'd better find him fast.

Yuka just located Xanar by

triangulating his cell.

He's in a mountain hollow

humans call a cave.

If we don't stop this lizard

we'll all be Taegon slaves.

But if we don't get to Mr. Lee soon we're

gonna be prisoners of their military.

We'll have to split up.

I'll take Lazer Lord and go.

No.

What? Why not?

You're jealous.

Just because he saved me.

That's ridiculous.

I'm taking Lazer Lord

because I don't trust him.

- You don't trust any of them.

- He's the worst.

You know what happened

at the academy.

To this day he still

insists he's innocent.

Maybe he is. You only

saw him in the shadows.

I can run anywhere but

how are the rest of you

going to get to two places at once?

They can take the pod. I saw something

in the transport hanger we can use.

Amazo-Man vs. The Lizard Man.

We're still seeing his memories

from the nineteen sixties.

How much longer do I have

to sit through this?

About another hour.

There it is.

It's a big place.

He could be anywhere.

Look for an area where there

is a concentration of guards.

They'll protect that

which is most valuable.

Over there!

As I recall, you guys are familiar

with the element of surprise.

That's how we attacked

you on the spaceship.

I know.

Okay, let's do this.

Ooooomph!

Whoaaaaaaaa!

All right Micro, do your thing.

Nice work.

The Zorse vs. The Lizard Man.

Now where are we?

The nineteen seventies.

He's created over two hundred

and ninety eight characters.

Of all the comic book writers in all

the world they had to find him.

You've got to get in there

and unlock this door.

I can do that.

Wait.

You might need this.

Wow.

Aaaah!

Looking for Mr. Lee?

You know what I like about aliens?

They're just like cockroaches.

If you see one, more

must be nearby.

We gotta do something!

Let's get ready to roll!

I'm not going to hurt you.

Just tell me where the others are.

Oooof!

Oooomh!

Whuaaa!

Are you hurt?

Great!

And I don't know where this idea came

from, but I have the perfect title

for your first comic

book adventure!

Stan Lee's Mighty 7 vs.

The Lizard Man.

Save it for the pod.

We must go.

I'll catch up.

There's something I

have to do first.

This is for scaring me.

Five of them, three of us.

I like the odds.

You don't want to steal for us?

Maybe a little time in here

will change your mind.

Okay! I'll do it!

Hey!

I can't go in there...

I can't go in a cave.

Now's not the time to

get claustrophobic.

Lightning, we can't

do this without you.

You've got to tough it out.

Promise you won't leave

me alone in there.

Count on it.

Okay.

Good.

This planet rotates away

from its sun in an hour.

We move then.

Stan!

Where have you been?!

That story I'm saving

for the comic book.

How are we doing?

You're going to love the

cover art. I'll e-mail it to you.

When can I see a script?

Soon. I've got everything

but the ending.

Well, hurry up. The distributors

are breathing down my neck!

What are you so happy about?

I finally found a story

that writes itself.

Huh?

Oooogh!

Ooomph!

Unhhhh!

Oooooff!

That was easy.

Almost too easy.

How are you doing?

Still breathing.

Blastok.

I can't decide if this

personal quest of your

is born of tenacity or stupidity.

What's that noise?

He's pumping toxic gas in here.

These sketches are great, John.

Except, I don't think the

Taegons are all that menacing.

Have Alex take another pass.

Stan, we're running out of time.

I've already set a launch date.

- Oh, don't worry. Alex works fast.

- I hope so. I gotta run.

- Is that supposed to be me?

- Yeah. Cool, huh?

No. Not cool. They gave

me hair. I don't have hair.

Teen super heroes aren't bald.

Well I am. I hate that picture.

Okay, we'll get rid of the hair.

I don't mean to be impertinent, but

do I really seem that rotund to you?

Oh boy.

All right, I'll have

Alex trim a few pounds.

Makes me want to do a reality

comic book without real people.

Hey, watch it!

This isn't working.

There's too much rock!

You got a better idea?

Faster!

What a waste.

We could have used

warriors like that.

Yes.

Such a shame they

have a conscience.

What don't you like?

I like it all.

Finally.

Except they made my

thighs look fat.

Taegon location identified.

That's them!

They're not moving.

Perhaps they're trapped.

We've got to get in there.

Good luck.

The entrance is blocked.

So fly this thing

through the walls.

The pod has to be stationary to

activate molecular redistribution.

We can't fly through other objects.

Okay.

That makes sense.

I know how we can get in.

So this is how it ends.

On a backwater planet.

You got lucky.

You would have ended up in prison.

For life.

I didn't do it. I did not

kill that professor.

The weight of twenty kirgons falling

from the height of a thousand krocks

- will reach maximum velocity at...

- Can he break through or not!?

Yes.

Will he survive?

He should.

I should? Hardly reassuring.

But then, that's what makes a hero.

Taking action without

certainty of the outcome.

Hey guys, I sold them on the

Mighty Seven, not the Mighty Six.

Your concern is touching.

Let's do this.

Now how do we get out?

Well, you've got your ride.

But I'm good to go.

Can someone give me a hand!?

Please remove me from

this hideous hole.

I can take him but that hole's not

big enough to fly the pod through.

Hey! Big shot!

Need a lift?!

There's got to be another

way into that cave.

I think they're gonna show us.

Blastok.

I applaud your persistence

but escape is impossible.

I got out of your last prison,

I'll get out of this one.

Personal vendettas are

a fool's mission.

Emotions cloud the mind and

ultimately lead to failure.

You dragged us into this to

help fight a personal vendetta?

You self-serving lowlife.

I think it's time you

told us the whole story.

My mother and father had

gone to the planet Javak

to help develop new

defense systems.

I was visiting when the Taegons

invaded without warning,

to steal the technology

my father had created.

They turned it into weapons

of mass destruction.

Xanar was a young commander,

eager to impress his superiors.

He ordered that no

prisoners be taken.

I was the only one to escape.

I tracked him to his planet

and took my revenge.

Unfortunately, Xanar survived...

Although he sees the

universe with only one eye.

Uh, how did you escape?

Does it really matter?

No, it doesn't. Taegons are scum.

We won't question

your motives anymore.

They're imprisoned

in a force field.

You've got to get

them out of there.

Me?

I'm not a super hero, I just

write stories about them.

Then write a great rescue scene.

Boy, you sound like

a studio executive.

Okay, let me think.

Years ago I wrote a rescue

that was never used

because my bosses thought

it was too farfetched.

I think it was just way

ahead of its time.

Maybe it was just a bad idea.

A computer with attitude? Great.

Now what's the safest way

back into that cave?

A remote entrance

through an air shaft.

Near their power supply.

That's the power supply.

A peranium crystal.

It radiates pure energy.

Wow, just like I wrote

forty years ago.

I wonder if Taegons have

been reading my comics.

You know, in that

scene a guy like you

slipped through a crack in the crystal,

then he expanded and broke it.

But in the real world

crystals don't have cracks.

Hey, next time warn me!

Ooh, my bad.

Hmm.

Nice idea.

Ooooomph!

Ugh!

Huuu-ughh!

Huh?

Uh?

Everybody to the pod!

I can't wait to finish

this comic book!

Imagine me, Stan

Lee, saving the day!

Actually, Mr. Lee,

we saved the day.

Never let the truth get in the

way of a good story, kiddo.

Yuka, where's Xanar?

Attacking an oil reserve

at a location called

Terminal Island.

That's our military's back up.

With the other refinery

down, if aliens invade,

the entire Northern Hemisphere

will be a sitting duck.

Where did all those

things come from?

The Taegons are using replicants.

What does that mean?

They're holograms, mixed with real

Taegons to confuse their enemy.

Clever.

If I survive, I'll use

that idea someplace.

Oooooooof!

Aiyeeeee!

Huuu-aaaaah!

I could do this all day.

Must avoid doing that again.

This is getting annoying.

Aaargh!

Ooooof!

Whoaaaa!

Did I ever tell you

you're beautiful?

Oh, that's sweet.

Direct those hormones

to fighting Taegons.

I hope you guys can swim.

I see you're still

the coward, Xanar!

I'd say an eye for an eye, but

that would be just too cliche.

Don't think this makes us even.

I'm getting tired of fighting

Taegons who aren't there!

We must destroy the technician

who's controlling them!

There he is!

Hey Micro, do your thing.

Now that's more like it!

That's a better use for

that primitive transport.

Ten to one.

That's a nice equation.

Ooomph!

Hey, you guys need to

watch where you're going!

This dive's going to be your last.

They're in that storage tank!

That's no storage tank...

It's their ship!

You should be proud.

You fought well.

Oh, he'll be back. With

an even bigger army.

The President offered

his gratitude today

to the super heroes who helped

defeat the invaders from space.

Hah! We're really heroes!

Super heroes.

The group, now known

as the Mighty Seven,

has an open invitation to

visit him in the White House.

After all we did for them,

that's the least he could do.

There they are!

What do ya think?

Why is your name so prominent?

We're the ones who put

our lives on the line.

Yeah, well, um... It's complicated.

Union rules, stuff like that.

Hah! I look great!

We all do!

And pre-sales are through the roof!

Oh, by the way.

Have you guys heard anything

from your home planet?

No.

There's a good chance we'll

be stuck here for some time.

Hey, don't look so glum.

You're famous on this planet.

Fame doesn't equal freedom.

One wonders what would have

happened if we failed.

Will you all try to think positive?

Everybody loves you.

For now.

This is everything the

Taegons left behind, sir.

And...

Our specialists believe

that this technology

could make any human

conquer this or any world.

Excellent.

And these so-called 'Mighty Seven'

seem to be the only thing

that would prevent that.

It would seem so, sir.

Which is why it is imperative

that they be located, isolated...

and eliminated.