01x10 - Radical Justice

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

[Silver Surfer] Am I destined
to forever be alone?

Just as Galactus predicted,

the power he bestowed upon me
has become a curse.

Only on a planet such as this

with its newly evolved sentience

can I go unrecognized

and unfeared.

No!

There is no need

for these beautiful beings

to experience a tragedy
like this.

Can it be?

Can you all fly?

Instead of helping,
have I interfered

with the young one's
first flight?

Do you truly believe

I intended not to aid your child

but to harm him?

You have my apologies,

all of you.

Once again
have I intended the best

and done wrong instead.

I was mistaken about this world.

Even here, the Silver Surfer
brings only trouble.

Still is there but one place
for me in the universe

the impossible dream
of a planet known as Zenn-La.

I am under attack!

But mine is the Power Cosmic.

Nothing can stop me
from seeking my home.

[groaning]

[grunting, straining]

How can this be?

My only hope is to keep firing

until this web is weakened.

I do not understand.

Never before
have I encountered energy

that could withstand
the Power Cosmic.

Who could be responsible
for this?

Those drone ships
look strangely familiar.

I have seen vessels of similar
configuration before.

You look upset.

I thought you might welcome
something new and different,

mainly defeat.

Who are you?

What is the meaning of this?

I am called Gamora,

and the meaning of this
is simple.

The capture
of the Silver Surfer,

lackey of Galactus.

No more!

Really?

Then why did we see you with him

and the woman known as Nova

just a short while ago?

Keep at it if you want,

but you're fighting
your own Power Cosmic.

Our webbing takes its energy

directly from you.

"Our webbing?"

These drones
appear to be Draconian

but you, obviously,
are of organic

not robotic, origin.

The Draconians have
partners now, surfer.

The hearts, minds and technology
of a thousand different races

all dedicated to the destruction

of the devourer of worlds

which isn't meant to take
anything away from you

our greatly appreciated
consolation prize.

[groaning]

He's here! The Silver Surfer!

At last, he'll pay.

[clamoring, yelling]

Wanderers?

Wanderers!

We are rational,
civilized beings

and we must act accordingly.

In this way

we will prove our superiority

over the forces
that have tormented us.

Silver Surfer, I am Lord Glenn,

presiding officer
of this tribunal.

Are you able to step forward?

Able, yes,

although until I know the reason
for my presence here

it seems a meaningless act.

[laughing]

Know then,

former herald of Galactus,

that you stand accused
of crimes against life itself.

By what right do you judge me?

By the right of survivorship!

We are the Wanderers,

refugees
from the countless worlds

to which you led Galactus

so he might feed.

Execute him!

Put an end to the Silver Surfer!

Now!

[crowd chanting]
Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!

Now! Now!

Now! Now! Now! Now!

Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!

[chanting stops]

Do not fear, Silver Surfer.

You shall be given
a fair hearing

which is more than your
master gave any of us.

On my home world of Zenn-La,

we were taught
there could be no justice

without both defense
and prosecution.

Will you provide me
with counsel?

Virtually every being here
has dedicated its life

to your destruction,
Silver Surfer

but counsel you shall have.

Otherwise, it is not execution,
but m*rder.

I am Tor-Kay

your representative
in this trial.

You are a Vergilian,
are you not?

I am surprised
that you remember my race.

I thought we were all
just faceless edibles

to you and Galactus.

No living creature
is faceless to me.

To Galactus, that empathy was
a weakness to be eradicated

but by failing to do so,

he left me my greatest strength.

You're not what I expected.

You led Galactus to my world,

and I am one of the few
who are left.

Yet you are willing
to defend me. Why?

I have devoted
my life to justice,

and I won't betray its ideals.

There is, however,

something you should know.

I would much rather prosecute!

Lord Glenn,

members of the court,

I come before you

to prove the responsibility

of the Silver Surfer

for the destruction
of uncountable worlds.

Objection!

My client was not
the prime mover

in the tragedies
we all know so well.

He was, in his own way

a victim of Galactus'
inexorable force.

The Planet Vergilia,

home to over
two billion citizens.

These images, Tor-Kay

taken from one
of Vergilia's own moons

show what happened the day
your client found your world.

And Vergilia was
only one planet among many.

Some worlds tried to fight back

but the outcome was
and is always the same.

The roll call of victims

would fill whole galaxies.

All share one
unhappy distinction.

They were alive

until the Silver Surfer
visited their worlds.

The prosecution rests.

Surfer, can you go on?

I-I can ask for a recess.

I ask for nothing

except a chance to speak.

Hear me, Lord Glenn

and all you Wanderers.

I cannot dispute the facts

but they are not
the whole story.

When I joined Galactus
it was to pay a debt...

The life of my own world.

My plan was
to spare other beings

by leading him only to planets
without sentient inhabitants

but Galactus reached
into my mind

and cleansed the memories

of my life, my planet,

my promise

and I, to my eternal regret,

was too weak to resist him.

Everything within me tells me
to fight for my life.

Yet those vanished worlds
crush me

with a weight
that is almost unbearable.

How can I ask you to forgive me

when I cannot forgive myself?

Surfer, think of what you say.

Your own words condemn you.

So be it.

I await your decision.

Silver Surfer,

this tribunal has no alternative

but to sentence you

to the same fate
visited upon the home worlds

of those who sit in judgment.

The sentence

is death.

[Lord Glenn]
Surfer, you chose your fate

when you chose to serve Galactus

and at the hearing
you reaffirmed that decision.

[Gamora] I don't know why you
want it to end this way.

But all things considered

this is a fitting resting place.

Indeed.

This world bears
a great resemblance

to the husks left
by the appetite of Galactus.

Is that why you've chosen it?

Out of a sense of cosmic irony?

[Gamora] Hardly.

Our reason
is much more practical.

Our technique is untested

but the database confirms

that the theory and calculations

are sound.

[Gamora] Powered
by this system's double sun

the storm we've created
should be interacting

with unique elements
in the planet's atmosphere.

[groaning]

What is happening?

I am made of the very essence
of Galactus.

How can I be feeling such pain?

Perhaps because
that very essence is no more.

[panting]

The Power Cosmic...

It is...

Gone.

Once more I am myself.

Norrin Radd!

We have created a barrier

between you and the source

of the Power Cosmic.

For all practical purposes,

you're just another
organic being... weak

and vulnerable.

This world is seeded with traps.

If you're luckier
than you deserve,

your end will come quickly.

[panting]

[grunting]

Once, I would have celebrated

the return of the man
I once was.

Now, I realize

how much easier it was
for the Silver Surfer

to traverse the spaceways

than for Norrin Radd
to make his way

across this ground.

Must reach a place of safety
so I can gather myself

formulate a plan.

[screams]

[sighs]

I understand
the Wanderers' purpose.

They wish to make me suffer

to feel what they have felt.

Little do they understand
my own emotions,

the horror and regret
that have dogged me for so long.

[Gamora] Despite the odds
the Surfer keeps trying.

It may be
that he's more of a man

than any of us thought.

[Tor-Kay] Do I detect pity
for the condemned man?

[Gamora] I'd rather call
it "respect."

The surfer has proven himself
a worthy adversary.

You organics!

Always allowing yourselves
to be ruled by your hearts

instead of your minds.

Lord Glenn, can you really say

that convicting
the Silver Surfer

was purely a rational decision?

- [device beeping]
- [Ivar] My lord!

We are drawing more power

than anticipated
from these suns.

The situation bears watching.

Then watch it, First Minister.

Attend to your duty

while we attend to ours.

[device beeping]

Can scarcely hang on.

My cause seems hopeless.

Can this truly be my doom?

And yet, is it not
a doom I sought?

One I have earned?

Odd. As the energy rain
that deprives me

of the Power Cosmic increases.

The Suns of this system
appear to grow weaker.

[Ivar] Lord Glenn!

The Suns are in danger
of burning out.

We must stop the energy drain!

But that will also stop
the Surfer's punishment.

He is no longer
the only one in danger.

All of us are.

What are you talking about?

The Suns are about to implode,
and if that happens

a massive black hole
is sure to follow.

We will all be pulled into it.

And crushed
by the gravitational forces.

Turn off the converter!

The converter is malfunctioning.

We cannot stop the drain!

In condemning the Silver Surfer,

we have condemned ourselves!

[Radd] I have seen
this sort of thing before.

Everything in this system
is destined for annihilation!

The Wanderers will have carried
out their sentence against me.

But they, too,
will be destroyed!

All the Wanderer's weapons

seemed designed to herd me

away from that mountain.

Could I get there
and stop the rain,

I might be able to save them.

No! I must not think that way.

Let it end now.

If I cannot find Zenn-La,

then at least let me find
the ultimate peace.

And yet... to do that

would be to betray
all my home world stands for...

All that has made me worthy
of Shalla-Bal's love.

I must look
beyond the demons in my soul.

Only by using the Power Cosmic
for right

can I atone
for what I have done wrong.

I must hurry.

Every instant brings
the system nearer to disaster!

[grunting]

Still, I am not complete.

One element is missing.

To me, my board!

[First Wanderer]
Evacuate! Evacuate!

[Second Wanderer]
We're going down!

[all yelling]

The wanderers
have but seconds left.

I must do what only
the Silver Surfer can!

Is the Silver Surfer mad?

Why does he not flee?

What is he doing?

[Tor-Kay] A plasma jump!

He's turning
one of the black holes

into a... a giant shortcut
through space.

The black holes
would have crushed us all

but a plasma jump
will transport us

out of the danger area.

But to where?

Does it matter?

What matters

is that we owe our lives

to a man we condemned

when he could have left us
to our fate.

I have a lot to think about.

[Silver Surfer] The Wanderers
are my sworn enemies.

Yet through my efforts,
still do they survive.

And regardless
of my own wishes and desires

still must I remain
the Silver Surfer.

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