The launch of Ferris Aircraft’s new Earth-Mars Communication Satellite.
That's right, folks.
It's not enough we've been invaded by aliens.
Now we're going out of our way to contact them.
"What's wrong with this picture?" you're not alone.
- That's why old G. Gordon's jumping... - I'm ready.
on a plane to Florida to get to the bottom…
I'm not happy about this.
As I recall, you were wearing the yellow and red just a few weeks ago.
That was an emergency.
I was needed.
Well, I'm needed now.
He shouldn't need you.
He's my best friend. He knows we're trying to leave the life behind.
Don't blame Nightwing.
The decision was mine.
Mm. Babe, you're freaking out over nothing.
What could go wrong?
Twenty-eight, 29, 30.
She's dead.
Season 2: Invasion Episode 7: "Depths"
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They're both gonna wind up our responsibility, aren't they?
Not necessarily.
Bart, Impulse, is staying with Jay and Joan Garrick in Central City.
Roy, the original Speedy...
is recuperating at Royal Memorial Hospital in Star City.
Arrows Green and Red are watching over him.
Mm-hm. They're both gonna wind up our responsibility.
Doesn't everything? Where are we on identifying the Light's new Partner?
- No progress. - Ha-ha-ha. La'gaan, don't eat so fast.
I can't help it, Angelfish.
The idea of cooking crabs is amazing enough.
But making them into little cakes?
Well, you're gonna choke.
If only.
- Here, let me. - Mm.
If that's not true love, I don't know what is, chum.
- Call me when it's time for the briefing. - Artemis, B-0-7.
Time for the briefing.
- Artemis. - Hi, M'gann. Ha-ha.
- How's Wally? - He's Wally.
- Welcome back, girl. - Hey, Mal.
- We have so missed you around here. - Conner.
I relish this opportunity to finally fight beside you, archer.
Um... Thanks, La'gaan.
Okay, Gamma Squad, listen up.
The mission is Cape Canaveral.
Covert up to safeguard the first Earth-Mars Comsat.
There are people out there who don't even like the idea of aliens...
and will do anything to scrub this launch.
But that's why I came back, because not all of us feel that way.
So why are you going?
Let's just say that after running this Team for a year...
I'm peckish for a little action.
And we are officially at T-minus-1 hour and counting.
Now, we do have time for a few questions.
Yes, Miss... Godfrey.
Miss Ferris, maybe I'm the only one not drinking the space-cola...
but has anyone asked whether Earth wants more communication with aliens?
Our galaxy contains billions of stars...
yet Earth and Mars are warmed by the same sun.
The Martians aren't aliens. They're our next-door neighbors.
Isn't it time we gotta know them?
So that's your plan?
Borrow a cup of Martian sugar while our world is being invaded.
If I may. All the more reason both worlds must stand together.
This satellite represents a new spirit of cooperation between sister planets.
The beginning of an alliance that can protect us all.
Thank you, Martian Manhunter.
On behalf of Ferris Aircraft and the Earth-Mars Communication Initiative...
we couldn't agree more.
That's it?
No more questions for the mighty Manhunter?
Tell old G. Gordon that name doesn't sound ominous...
to any decent Earthling.
And did you notice the Kryptonian's not taking any questions at all?
- We're out of sight. - Good. Let's just get to the Bio-Ship.
I don't like you levitating me to fake flight.
You're welcome. Ugh.
Conner, you know we have to maintain the illusion...
that Superman, Manhunter and the other Leaguers are on Earth.
We can't let our enemies know how short-handed the Justice League is now.
Ugh. I hate monkey suits.
If nothing else, we have a nice view.
Miss M, link us up.
- Link established. - Good.
Begin aerial sweep of the Cape's perimeter.
Hey, boss, I'd be happy to join my Angelfish on that assignment.
Negative, Lagoon Boy. You're right where I need you...
giving me maximum coverage...
in the water, on land and in the air in case there's any attempt of sabotage.
And so I'm stereotyped as the water guy. Again.
Meanwhile she flies the friendly skies alone with super ex-boyfriend.
Neptune's beard.
Missile launchers locked.
We're go in five.
T-minus-52 minutes and counting. All systems go for launch.
I know I'm not Wally's favorite person right now...
but it is nice to have you back.
It's nice to be back.
I didn't realize how much I'd been missing it...
which is pretty much exactly what Wally's afraid of.
He's worried the rush that comes with the mask will get its hooks in...
and I won't give it up until my dying day.
I know exactly what you mean.
So now we're never talking again?
Gee, you read my mind.
I don't have to read your mind to know how you feel, Conner.
- But the breakup was your idea. - Don't pretend you don't know why.
I know. I know. You disapprove of how I use my psychic powers.
You mean how you abuse them.
Ripping intel from the minds of your victims...
with no concern for their psyches.
They're not victims. They're the bad guys.
That information is helping the Team, the League, the entire planet.
And leaving your victims in a catatonic state.
It's not right, M'gann.
You're behaving no better than Psimon.
If you feel that strongly, why not tell Nightwing or the League?
I was hoping I mattered enough to you to make you stop.
I didn't think you'd try to tamper with my mind...
try to make me forget I was upset with you.
Conner, I'm so sorry about that.
Sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?
After all we'd been through...
how could you think I wouldn't recognize your touch inside my mind?
Didn't you know what that touch meant to me?
And to have you pervert it like that.
Guess I was kidding myself.
I mean, how replaceable was I?
Two minutes after I end it, you're dating the rebound guy from the Black Lagoon.
La'gaan is not my rebound guy.
Well, lucky La'gaan.
Whoa, heads up, minnows. We got bad guys.
Black Manta's troopers.
Working some kind of platform beneath the surface just offshore.
- I'm taking them down. Belay that. Wait for backup.
I'll scrounge a rebreather from the cargo hold and help the rookie out.
Rookie? Neptune's beard. I don't need any help from the Boy of Steel.
- Lagoon Boy, stand down. - Sorry, you're breaking up.
There's no static on a psychic link.
We are under attack. Arming missiles now.
But recommend activating Phase Two as precaution.
Company.
Superboy, you have that rebreather?
Negative. La'gaan didn't restock.
Then take the helm. Miss Martian, gill up and help Lagoon Boy.
Superboy, we need cover fire down here.
Acknowledged. Bio-Ship reconfigured for manual ﬂight.
La'gaan, I'm on my way.
What's going on there?
That's our cue. Uhn!
I know you're rusty, but are you trying to get yourself killed?
- Launch. - As you command, Kaldur'ahm.
We're on the wrong side of this wall.
- Superboy. - On it.
- Do we abort'? - We are not aborting anything.
Advance the countdown.
Final safety checks, then launch.
We are really on the wrong side of this wall.
The troopers' helmets...
designed to enhance vision underwater, right?
Move.
Sir, you should have the honor of killing him.
No. He's a perfect specimen for our Partner.
Take him to the flyer.
If the mission fails, rendezvous as planned.
Our first missiles were shot down.
And the ground assault.
Our helmets have become a liability.
Launch all missiles. Maximum rate of fire.
I'll take charge of the ground assault personally.
What? I'm not that rusty.
They've taken La'gaan.
- I'm going after him. - Priority is the missiles.
There are too many. I'm not keeping up.
La'gaan. Uhn.
Kaldur, you don't want to do this.
I believe I do.
Aah!
All systems go.
Launch.
Well done.
The mission may yet succeed.
- No rust on me. Artemis, behind you!
Welcome back.
Artemis!
I got you. Hang on.
Move out. The mission is a failure.
We are done here.
I don't hear her heartbeat.
Twenty-eight, 29, 30.
She's dead.
Congratulations, Kaldur'ahm. You had quite a day.
Capturing the Atlantean, killing a former teammate...
…destroying the Comsat.
My crew did not destroy the Comsat, Father.
Its rocket must've malfunctioned.
Our victory was mere luck.
I don't believe in luck.
Which is why I arranged to have a bomb...
with an altitude sensor smuggled onto the Comsat rocket days ago.
This was your final test. To see if you would take credit...
- …for what you had not accomplished. - What if I had succeeded?
Then another test would have awaited.
For it is not in success where true character is revealed...
But in failure.
I'm quite proud of you, my boy.
You're ready for the next level.
We'll find La'gaan.
- And Aqualad. - No doubt.
Where's Nightwing? He should be here.
He went to tell Wally.
We'll laugh about this someday.
- Wally? - No.
Welcome back.
I don't hear her heartbeat.
I got you. Hang on.
I take it our ruse was successful.
Almost too successful.
The Team and the League are in mourning.
They may never forgive us.
And still only we four know the secret?
This secret and the other, that you've been under deep cover...
within Black Manta's organization since leaving the Team.
- How'd it go on that end'? - Successful as well.
I've proven my loyalty to my biological father.
He's moving me up the ladder, bringing me closer to the Light...
and their unknown Partner.
Not without cost, Kaldur.
The Comsat wasn't supposed to be destroyed.
And La'gaan definitely wasn't supposed to be captured.
It was the only way to save his life and maintain my cover.
I'm not blaming you.
I know you've been forced to make impossible decisions.
Like choosing between saving the Kroloteans on Malina Island...
Or saving my friends.
And I will find a way to help La'gaan.
- You have my word. - So what now'?
Uh, dude, why are you giving bling to my dead girlfriend?
Glamour charm. Courtesy of Zatanna.
Physio-morphic spell, I think.
She said it backwards.
Wow, you look exactly the same.
To the four of us.
And only us.
But to anyone else, you're an entirely different person.
The impressive trick is how you got something so specific from Zatanna...
...without revealing who or what it was for.
- We have a history. - Dog.
It is time.
What could go wrong?
Don't say that.
We're through the hard part.
- They're in. - Who are you kidding'?
It only gets more dangerous from here.
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