Sci-Fi Short Film "Pulsar" presented by DUST

(star explodes) (metallic sounds) (voices echo) (heart pounds) (spears ripping into flesh) (pants) (device hums) - I know you're receiving these messages. His silence has been interpreted as a challenge. Let me emphasize once again the importance of this mission. They deserve to be warned. Everyone deserves that opportunity. It is the will of the Council. We are indebted to your years of service, but if you disobey this order, it all counts for nothing. So, Jo, if you don't answer this time, we'll come after you. I know you're... (object crashes) (spaceship engine roars) - Reroute the network, we can still save them.

Quickly! (console beeps) - The grille automatically locked to protect us. Damn this garbage. - Have we lost everyone in the beta dream? - Both cameras. But they are the lucky ones. I'd rather die in a dream than wake up to this nightmare. - Not like any storm I've ever seen before. Without a traceable source, I can't leave it behind. What am I missing? - Look, the answer is not in that old and battered system. This is more than just a solar storm, it's supernatural. If we want to survive this, we have no choice. We have to use the relic. - You'll have to bring Kile.

I'll call the guy who bought the ticket. - And I told you that it was a bad omen to let a man on board. -He paid the highest duty. And we needed it. - And did you get identification? - Pay enough, names don't matter. - Your silence has been interpreted as a challenge. (voice distorts) (hits) - Hello? I must talk to you. - One moment! - You should come to the command center. - I'm not part of your crew. - You are a peacemaker. Why did you board our ship? What are you looking for among the pieces of rock? - I don't have to give you explanations.

I don't think you like people asking you questions about your past, do you? - Stone mining taught me to really see people. Its first appearance is simple and crude... But if you look closer... You can see flecks of beauty. My equipment may seem crude to you, but they are all beautiful. If you have any hidden abilities, now would be the time to show them. (footsteps approach) - I know a thing or two about star platforms, can I? Judging by the intensity, I'd say it's an X-flare. Does your system have a name for the origin or distance of the star? - Okay, that's the funny thing.

It is not a wave pattern. It doesn't come from a star. It is everywhere simultaneously. - It's totally unnatural. - That can't be right. - How long until our rescue ships arrive? - We lost communications. Nobody comes. - We're lucky the lights are still on. - Can you help us get through this? - What about evacuation? - Singular unit. Damaged. - They don't give high-quality ships to ex-convicts. Nobody cares if we die here. - Why is this happening? - This is something that escapes our understanding. Our problem is in here, not outside. - But we already served our sentence.

I have done mine, no one can say that I have not paid for it. - There is a way to be sure. The relic will reveal any hidden guilt. (console beeps) - This isn't a storm, it's a weapon. (clock ticking) - Let this speak for each of us. Primary instinct cannot lie. - What happens if you roll red? - Then you get rid of me. (groans) - Well, then the council prohibits this form of divination, so... - Everyone rolls... Or walks, with bare skin. - I will not be part of your blood rites. It's youthful! (loud crash) (alarm sounds) - What curse have you brought here? - Would you kill me for some old trinket? - Start talking, "quiet life." - I'm not answering you.

A ship of ex-cons and the knife pointed at the Peacemaker? How prophetic. - Your position does not make you better than any of us. - If you really think I'm the cause of this, kick me off the ship. - You can die here with us, or die out there, it makes little difference now. But if you're the target... we might survive. Bring it. (alarm rings) - How can you do this? - He is right. We have all taken lives, we cannot judge it. - And yet, the judgment is here. - Wait wait! I'm a good man and I'm here for that.

I stood by my beliefs, I rejected my last mission. - Peacekeepers do not desert. - There is a dying star that threatens a planet with life. And the council wanted me to offer them our help. - And you wouldn't go? - The planet is Nineveh. We help them and they will only attack us again. I'm trying to stop future wars. - How long have you known that this was not a storm but the council? When did you know you were responsible? - I'm doing this to save lives, for peace! - Keep telling yourself that. You have brought death here. (ship explodes) (Kile screams) - I didn't do this! - But you can stop it.

You can stop it. (exhaust unit starts up) (lid slams shut) (exhaust gushes out) (display beeps) - Counselor? You won't understand this, but I need to try... I'm in... I don't know where I am. Adviser? Adviser? You loved me. You got me right where you wanted me, so what? Now what? You did this. You set me up to fail. I trusted you. And I gave you years of service. You did everything you asked! (screams) How could I forgive you? How could I go to them? Is that why you sent me? Because you knew it would be the hardest thing for me?

Don't I deserve a second chance? (sputters) (moans) (coughs) (fire crackles) Wait. Excuse me, please.