Andromeda

Seamus Harper:
These slipstream drives are a lot easier to break than they are to fix.

Dylan Hunt:
My chief engineer called it "job security."

Dylan Hunt:
Slipstream: it's not the best way to travel faster than light, it's just the only way.

Dylan Hunt:
Are you here to give me advice, Rev?

Rev Bem:
It's what I do.

Trance Gemini:
Exactly where on the body is the moneymaker located?

[repeated line]

Trance Gemini:
Yee haw!

Beka Valentine:
Damn him!

Rev Bem:
I think he's damned us all.

Beka Valentine:
Where did you get the candles?

Tyr Anasazi:
I rendered them from the fat of my enemies.

[watching a solar storm approaching the ship]

Rev Bem:
Magnificent.

Tyr Anasazi:
I wish you would stop looking for beauty in things that want to kill us.

Tyr Anasazi:
I thought you said the prison colony would be here.

Seamus Harper:
I did! The coordinates lead right here!

Tyr Anasazi:
I can spot planets. They're large. I have good eyes.

Tyr Anasazi:
We don't make appointments!

Tyr Anasazi:
Now can we blow them up?

[Season one opening monologue]

Dylan Hunt:
The long night has come. The Systems Commonwealth, the greatest civilization in history, has fallen. Now one ship, one crew, have vowed to drive back the night and rekindle the light of civilization. On the starship Andromeda... hope lives again.

[on her father's funeral]

Beka Valentine:
You didn't miss much. "Eject cargo pod: yes/no?"

Dylan Hunt:
Rommie, do you believe in fate?

Andromeda:
The idea that the universe is a vast preprogrammed machine does have it appeal.

Seamus Harper:
We needed a Plan B. You always have a Plan B.

Dylan Hunt:
My Plan Bs work.

Harper:
I'm gonna break free, crack your skull open and drink a beer over your fuzzy corpse!

Harper:
Cry me a river and drown in it!

Trance Gemini:
You know, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Although, I don't know why you'd want to catch flies. They're actually quite dirty little things.

Harper:
Trust in the Harper. The Harper is good.

[commenting on the incoming Magog worldship]

Rommie:
Before you didn't know about it. Now you're facing it head-on.

Beka Valentine:
That is such a warship thing to say.

Dylan Hunt:
Magog suck!

Tyr Anasazi:
I would say "let God sort them out," but someone told me He was dead.

Rev Bem:
Providence chooses its instruments. Not the other way around. Fate brought you to that battle. Destiny demanded your actions. Perhaps you were merely a tool of Divine Will.

Harper:
Is my name Seamus Zelazny Harper?

Beka Valentine:
God, I hope not.

Rev Bem:
While I admit the universe does have a sense of humor, I doubt very much this is a joke.

Dylan Hunt:
It's a little known law of thermal dynamics: The Conservation of Optimism: There's only so much to go around.

Tyr Anasazi:
I have faith in nothing but this - when the universe collapses and dies, there will be three survivors - Tyr Anasazi, the cockroaches, and Dylan Hunt, trying to save the cockroaches.

[season two opening narration]

Unknown narrator:
He is the last guardian of a fallen civilization; a hero from another time. Faced with a universe in chaos, Dylan Hunt recruits an unlikely crew and sets out to reunite the galaxies. On the starship Andromeda, hope lives again.

Rommie:
It ate my drones!

Harper:
I'm not deprived, I'm depraved.

Beka Valentine:
Remind me again why we haven't installed seatbelts on this thing?

Trance Gemini:
Scared money walks, sweet sugar action talks!

[Dylan looks at her strangely] I-I heard it in a casino.

Maia:
How can you hear that?

Rommie:
I'm an android, we're full of surprises.

Beka Valentine:
Can I say it? Let's bring it.

Dylan Hunt:
No, a little louder, more intense.

Beka Valentine:
LET'S BRING IT!

Tyr Anasazi:
Your willingness to defy the universal odds is a disease that apparently we have all contracted.

Dylan Hunt:
Are you scared?

Rommie:
Terrified. They say there's always someone bigger and stronger than you. I just never thought it applied to me.

Rommie:
I just want a day where I can build missiles and tweak fire control in peace.

Beka Valentine:
We need to find you a hobby.

Rommie:
That IS my hobby.

Harper:
I want my Rommie!

Trance Gemini:
And they even have a guild devoted entirely to the art of abdomen dancing.

Dylan Hunt:
Trance, that's Iridano sign language, and I think you just made a rather naughty suggestion to Harper.

Trance Gemini:
Oh, well, fair is fair. Harper made a rather naughty suggestion to nearly half the women there at the reception. Without success, I might add.

Harper:
Have you sent the "Don't shoot, we're pathetic" message yet?

Rommie:
Nice flying, Tyr. If I ate food, you'd be wearing it.

Tyr Anasazi:
Lovely image. And they say AIs have no poetry in their souls.

Rommie:
Nope, no poetry, but we're hell on wheels with a dirty limerick. Wanna hear one? There once was a man from Nan...

[machine beeps, revealing a system full of High Guard ships]

Tyr Anasazi:
What do you see?

Rommie:
Poetry.

Rafe:
For a fossilized High Guard Officer, your Dylan Hunt is one devious human being.

Beka Valentine:
I knew you'd like him.

Dylan Hunt:
Rev, have any of your prayers been answered?

Rev:
Many, just not today.

[season three opening monologue]

Dylan Hunt:
The universe is a dangerous place, but in our future, my crew and I fight to make it safe. I am Dylan Hunt, captain of the Andromeda Ascendant. And these... are our adventures.

Trance Gemini:
What does a Nietzschean mother hope for her son when she names him Gengis Stalin?

Andromeda:
He's said to be a delightful conversationalist.

Harper:
Do you believe in ghosts?

Trance Gemini:
I don't believe that there couldn't be ghosts.

Harper:
Oh great. In lieu of a parachute, here's a hanky.

Harper:
Yeah, well, good intentions. Hell. You draw the map.

Andromeda:
The Resolution is powering up weapons.

Dylan Hunt:
Defensive measures! Activate PDL's.

Andromeda:
All defensive systems are off-line.

Dylan Hunt:
[frustrated] Well, then, throw sticks at them!

[Watching two aliens fall to their deaths after being thrown off a bridge]

Tyr Anasazi:
Mine hit first.

Dylan Hunt:
Yours was fatter.

Tyr Anasazi:
Consider this, either it's the end of it all, or you'll have a magnificent tale to tell your children.

Rev Bem:
The Divine loves us best at our broken times.

Beka Valentine:
Authorization code "shut up and do what I tell you."

Maru Computer:
Authorization confirmed.

Tyr Anasazi:
Genetic propagation is one of the few endeavors worth the risk of death.

[to alien invaders]

Tyr Anasazi:
Do you think you're the first one to try and kill me? You'll have to work harder.

Beka Valentine:
We're not dead.

Rommie:
Don't be so surprised.

Harper:
It's the "shoot first don't ask questions later because you'll be dead" formation.

Beka Valentine:
I'll get back to you in a minute.

Harper:
Take your time. It's not like we're facing total annihilation or anything.

Tyr Anasazi:
Want to kill me? I'd prefer you give it some real effort and stop wasting my time.

Dylan Hunt:
Missile tubes 1 through 5.

Rommie:
Are you sure that's necessary?

Dylan Hunt:
It's chasing us and that's rude. We'll teach it some manners.

Dylan Hunt:
Didn't I tell you to stay in command deck?

Trance Gemini:
Yes.

Dylan Hunt:
Thank you for completely disobeying me.

Dylan Hunt:
I'm having a really bad day.

Beka Valentine:
Is there a sign on my forehead or is it written in every bathroom from here to Tarn-Vedra about what an easy dupe Beka Valentine is?

Dylan Hunt:
Beka can vouch for me. I'm very good with a forcelance.

[Asked if negotiations fail during a stand-off]

Dylan Hunt:
Well... then we sharpen our olive branch into the point of a spear.

Dylan Hunt:
Plan B sucks.

[Harper gives Dylan a detailed explanation of a myth]

Dylan Hunt:
Mythology... it's all Greek to me.

[Andromeda is being fired on]

Seamus Harper:
Can't we fire just one teeny-weeny missile?

Rommie, Beka Valentine:
No!

[Rommie hacked into a computer system, opening a door]

Dylan Hunt:
That's my girl.

Rommie:
I prefer 'warship.'

Dylan Hunt:
I prefer 'girl.'

[Rommie shoots the attackers shooting at them]

Dylan Hunt:
Okay, 'warship.'

Harper:
Let me guess, we're going to open up a can of cosmic whoop-ass.

Beka Valentine:
The suspense is killing me.

Tyr Anasazi:
The suspense isn't what's going to kill you.

Harper:
Yeah, well, the suspense already owes me a new pair of shorts.

Harper:
Why would I bring a weapon on a warship? All I'm going to be doing is working, it's not like anything ever happens on ours.

Rommie:
The missiles have intercepted the target, and the target is... still there.

[dying words]

Gaheris Rhade:
I'm proud of you Dylan. You should be.

[Rommie and Doyal encounter enemies on Andromeda]

Rommie:
[waves hand] We are not the droids you are looking for.

Doyle:
[enemies close in, some start firing] What is that?

Rommie:
I don't know, but it didn't work!

Trance Gemini:
Goodbye Andromeda. Goodbye to your comforts... Your joys... Your sheltering arms. Goodbye Maru... Rhade... Harper... Beka... Rommie... Goodbye... Dylan...

Rommie:
Terminating conversation.

Trance Gemini:
Andromeda? Andromeda!

Unknown narrator:
Have you come home from your journey? Have you come home from your path? Dream, dear one... dream.

Dylan Hunt:
Don't be smart!

Harper:
It's hard not to, when you're a prodigy.

Dylan Hunt:
I'm looking for a stranger, long black coat.

Seamus Harper:
Sort of a tall, short guy? Bald with black hair? He went that way!

Dylan Hunt:
Prius didn't say anything to me, Beka. He was too busy dying.

Beka Valentine:
What can I say? I've been a bad girl.

Trance Gemini:
Is there an official word for "Phew!"?

Dylan Hunt:
[to Trance, in combat] Any words of wisdom?

Trance Gemini:
Um, always be nice to your parents.

Dylan Hunt:
Sound advice.

Harper:
Wait a minute! How come we always have to be the ones to rescue people?

Dylan Hunt:
Because I love to see you squirm. Mr. Harper, it's not our job to avoid trouble.

Harper:
It's a good thing, because it's sure got a way of finding us.

Dylan Hunt:
Don't beat yourself up.

Telemachus Rhade:
A Nietzschean never beats himself up - we're self-absorbed, not masochistic.

Harper:
Tyr Ana-sleazy! Livin' large in the lap-dance of luxury!

Head Monk:
The Prolon Order of Monks are willing to die in their quest!

Dylan Hunt:
That's very... suicidal of you.

Harper:
[to Dylan] The problem is, this stuff is so old, it pre-dates you!

Trance Gemini:
Y'know, since we've got a little bit of time here, we might as well find a good way to spend it. I know! I've got this really great game. It's called "Harper tells Trance everything, so she can save his miserable little life." Would you like to play?

Harper:
I hate you.

Trance Gemini:
You're just saying that.

Dylan Hunt:
Just keep your PMA charged and on-line.

Beka Valentine:
PMA?

Dylan Hunt:
Positive Mental Attitude

Beka Valentine:
Positive Mental Attitude my Perky Mortal Ass.

Hohne:
You aren't going to embrace me again, are you?

Seamus Harper:
Yes.

[Hugs Hohne]

Beka Valentine:
Wait, let me guess. You want me to fly the Maru into the teeth of what amounts to an interstellar hurricane just so that I can shut down yet another Seamus Harper science experiment thereby saving all of our butts from certain doom.

Dylan Hunt:
Emphasis on doom.

Beka Valentine:
Copy that. Oh, do me a favor - tell Harper that when I get back, I will be fitting him with a self-kicking butt. Should save us a lot of trouble in the future. Maru out!

Trance Gemini:
Is there something wrong with Harper's butt?

Beka Valentine:
You know, if I'm gonna die, I think I need a drink.

Seamus Harper:
No, Hohne, not this time. Nuh-uh. Mr. Smarty Perseid, you think you're a genius? Well guess what - so am I. You wanna have a brain-swinging contest? Swing away!

Beka Valentine:
Honestly, Dylan, it was kinda beautiful, in an impending apocalypse kinda way. And now that it's been reclassified to an averted apocalypse, I feel I can appreciate it even more.

Dylan Hunt:
You must be confusing me with someone who gives a ship.

Gaheris Rhade:
You have sown the wind. You shall reap the whirlwind.

Trance Gemini:
Reality is wider than a single mind.

[repeated line]

Dylan Hunt:
It's never easy.

Seamus Harper:
Give me a break. I can't love straight when I'm in think.

Dylan Hunt:
Whatever that means.

Flavin:
Dylan Hunt, there are three kinds of people in the universe. Those who can count, and those who can't...

Beka Valentine:
One misstep and your IQ's my ring size.

Dylan Hunt:
Aw, geez, if only insecure bozos did it for me, I'd be the happiest guy in space.

Rommie:
[holding Starks's hand to verify if he's lying about who he is] You're either telling the truth, or you're a sociopath.

Harper:
Hey, I'm driving her I only got two hands!

Harper:
Well we came, we saw, we get spanked...

Seamus Harper:
Harper & Sons Mechworks and Sandwich Shop, everything from soup to nuts and bolts.

Seamus Harper:
Enjoy your date with data, don't forget to use a conduit.

[referring to Rommie who has just shot several Ogami]

Capt. Fehdman Metis:
What is she?

Dylan Hunt:
She's a warship. She gets cranky sometimes.

Dylan Hunt:
[Dylan speaks to Doyle] It appears you're in a unique position.

Seamus Harper:
I'd like to get Doyle in a unique position.

Dylan Hunt:
[everyone glares at Harper] Harper...

Telemachus Rhade:
I miss the days when bad guys would just line up and let us shoot them.

Dylan Hunt:
No glory in having to think for a living.

Beka Valentine:
Harper's twin muses - chaos and caffeine.

Dylan Hunt:
Well, Harper always says that opposites attract.

Beka Valentine:
That's just his excuse to meet women. Everyone's the opposite of Harper.

Dylan Hunt:
That's true.

Beka Valentine:
Tyr, ya don't have to come. I know how hard it is for you to beat that Nietzschean self-preservation gene.

Tyr Anasazi:
You know, that " Nietzschean self-preservation gene," as you call it, can't be passed down unless a breeding partner makes herself available. Proving one's worth as a husband and father requires taking risks.

Beka Valentine:
So all these dangerous, macho things you do - it's to impress the chicks?

Beka Valentine:
[at a formal dinner; whispering to Harper] Somebody shoot me.

Telemachus Rhade:
I can't hold a grudge against you, Dylan. It takes too much effort.

Seamus Harper:
How do they mate? How do they date? I mean, come on, love is just a bunch of exaggerations and lies, all dolled up in pseudo-poetic language, uttered preferably while intoxicated, and all for the singular, universal purpose of... uh, you know.

Trance Gemini:
Harper, you're a born romantic.

Seamus Harper:
Sometimes there are flowers.

Seamus Harper:
I just came here to apologize. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Please, please don't give me the boot.

Dylan Hunt:
Well that's strike two. One more and you're out.

Seamus Harper:
Strike two? What was strike one?

Dylan Hunt:
Careful - forgetting strike one is enough to be strike three.

Seamus Harper:
Right. Now I remember strike one. That won't happen again either.

Dylan Hunt:
Dismissed.

Seamus Harper:
[to himself as he leaves] What was strike one?

Rommie:
[after Harper leaves] Dylan, what was strike one?

Dylan Hunt:
Well, there wasn't one, but he works better under pressure.

Rommie:
Hector must have been a fine replacement.

Dylan Hunt:
Hector? Oh, yeah, well, he was more than fine, he was - he was great. I mean he... [Dylan notices Rommie looking a bit offended]...Ah, but he could never be, you know, what - what you are.

Rommie:
And that is?

Dylan Hunt:
The air that I breathe.

Rommie:
Literally.

Tyr Anasazi:
[Tyr's just regained his memory] You're wrong. I am Tyr ... Anasazi of Kodiak Pride! Out of Victoria by Barborosa! And I ... will never .. surrender!

[repeated line]

Dylan Hunt:
It's showtime.

Beka Valentine:
He's good. Quick on the uptake, smart, completely fearless. He reminds me of...

Seamus Harper:
You. He reminds you of you.

Beka Valentine:
Then I know I can't trust him.

Beka Valentine:
You always say that about orbital habitats. You'd rather walk on dirt, I suppose?

Seamus Harper:
I prefer the term soil. Rich, moist. Visualize, Beka: the green hills of Earth, purple mountains majesty, and waving fields of grain.

Beka Valentine:
Rain, mud, unfiltered air, Magog raids. Thanks, I'll take a nice artificial gravity field.

Seamus Harper:
We have nothing in common. Why do I worship you?

Beka Valentine:
Uncharacteristic bout of good taste.

Tyr Anasazi:
Would you like me to kill them for you?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yes. Wait! I'm just kidding. I've got a better idea. Next time I offer to broker peace talks between a Chichin gangster and a Than warlord, just kill me.

Tyr Anasazi:
All right.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Kidding, again.

Clarion of Loss:
Chichin scum! Give me one good reason not to call down my task force right now!

Mayor Doge Miskich:
I'll give you three: Free, Trade, Alliance! Mess with me, I'll be using your exoskeleton as a hat rack.

Beka Valentine:
Is that what it was, a game?

Leydon Bryce-Hawkins:
Wasn't it?

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, sure.

Leydon Bryce-Hawkins:
Smile. Well done.

Beka Valentine:
Leydon? Maybe we'll play again some time.

Leydon Bryce-Hawkins:
Yeah, maybe.

Secretary:
I'm sorry I can't help you.

Beka Valentine:
Okay, maybe I should speak to the Councillor directly.

Secretary:
Do you have an appointment?

Tyr Anasazi:
We don't make appointments.

Secretary:
Councillor Min doesn't talk to anyone without an appointment.

Beka Valentine:
I am standing at the helm of a High Guard battleship orbiting your planet. Two words from me and a barrage of kinetic warheads will blast you, Councillor Min, and three generations of Arazians back to the Stone Age.

Secretary:
I think you still need an appointment.

Jessa:
Implanted sub vocal mike. Cool. Look, tell her to hang back and left.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Whoa, what are you doing?

Jessa:
I'm not going to hurt your girlfriend.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
She's not my girlfriend.

Tyr Anasazi:
I can usually spot a planet. They're large. I have good eyes.

Jessa:
Give me a day, and I'll have your robot girlfriend up and running.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'll explain the many ways in which you are wrong while we work.

Seamus Harper:
It's not that easy, Trance. Three spiral galaxies, dozens of galactic clusters. There's got to be hundreds of prison planets.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Three hundred and forty eight, to be exact.

Trance Gemini:
Really. What about that one.

Beka Valentine:
Why? Why that one?

Trance Gemini:
Well, it's pretty.

Tyr Anasazi:
It's pretty. Now there's a solid reason to risk our lives.

Seamus Harper:
You have a better idea?

Tyr Anasazi:
No.

Warden:
The majority of prisoners benefit from the smooth and efficient operation of the system. You are disrupting it. Why can't I make you understand that?

Jessa:
Poor communication skills?

Beka Valentine:
It stopped. Looks like someone deactivated the defence system.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
[OC] Eureka Maru, you are clear to land.

Tyr Anasazi:
Dylan.

Beka Valentine:
You know, I'm starting to like that guy.

Telemachus Rhade:
Of course, without any weapons working, we're dead anyway.

Seamus Harper:
Another Nietzschean glass is half empty comment, huh?

Telemachus Rhade:
I thought you said you weren't going to make any more Nietzschean jokes.

Seamus Harper:
That was last week.

Beka Valentine:
Life signs?

Andromeda Ascendant:
Potentially one.

Beka Valentine:
Potentially?

Andromeda Ascendant:
It is very weak.

Trance Gemini:
He's coming to.

Beka Valentine:
Good. What the hell did you do to my ship?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
It's good to see you too.

Seamus Harper:
Someone has to get to that panel and open it so we can point this emitter at the tubes inside.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Rommie.

Rommie:
Not a problem.

Seamus Harper:
Ha, have I ever told you how much I...

Rommie:
Psst, you're in a lot of trouble right now.

Rommie:
Beka, it's a state dinner. That means formal. Pick something.

Beka Valentine:
What if they start shooting? How am I supposed to run in a dress?

Rommie:
Good heavens, what kind of dinner parties have you been to?

Seamus Harper:
That's their Hail To The Chief? It's sounds more like a tuna with a toothache.

Rommie:
It works better underwater. Protocol. Remember, the Castalian dignitaries have musical cues for everything. Music for entering a room, for leaving a room, for proposing a toast. And while they're on this ship, we have to respect their traditions. The Castalian Republic is progressive, peaceful, and stable. If they sign the Commonwealth Charter, they provide us with instant credibility.

Beka Valentine:
And we provide them with the services of the toughest warship in the known universe.

Rommie:
Flatter me all you want. You still have to wear the dress.

Chancellor Chandos:
Fine, then we can broadcast as soon as you have checked our records and the apology is made.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Apology?

President Sebastian Lee:
I need a formal apology from Tyr Anasazi. Protocol, you know. So tiresome.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Think more than a few moves ahead, Tyr, and remember the long game. Re-establish the Commonwealth, and we re-establish open inquiry, accountability, and justice.

Tyr Anasazi:
Justice. For Nietzscheans?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
For everyone, or there's no point.

Seamus Harper:
Er, Dylan, you're not going to believe this.

Beka Valentine:
Oh, no. You're not going to confess again, are you?

Seamus Harper:
I'll resent that tomorrow, but for now, excuse me. Check this out.

Rev Bem:
Are you familiar with Aeschylus?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Ancient Earth, right? Greek tragedy?

Rev Bem:
Very good. I was thinking specifically of the Orestean Trilogy. The house of Atreus was cursed by the gods, condemned to murder one another throughout history.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Orestes' mother killed his father. He was forced to kill her in revenge.

Rev Bem:
Forced to kill, much as Andromeda was forced to kill. Do you remember how the curse was finally ended?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Apollo invented the jury trial. The jury found Orestes innocent.

Rev Bem:
Indeed. The cycle was broken when public justice replaced private vengeance, just as you are trying to do.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
There's only one problem with your analogy, Rev. Apollo was a god. I'm just a man.

Rev Bem:
Mmm...

Officer:
You really think she's an AI?

Carter:
She got past four highly trained guards, took a direct Gauss gun hit, survived a 42 story drop, then eluded capture by twelve more personnel on he ground. Yeah, I pretty much think she's an android.

Rommie:
Shut up and remember how much you love me.

Rommie:
Why didn't you stay down?

Philip Kim:
[weakly] You think I'm going to listen to a... to a...

Rommie:
An A.I.?

Philip Kim:
Woman.

Andromeda Ascendant:
I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I didn't authorize any bad news.

Beka Valentine:
I'll file a reprimand.

Trance Gemini:
Captain Hunt, the sensor drones are fully deployed and the missile launch has just been completed. We're five by five with HTE.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Why, thank you, Trance.

Beka Valentine:
Five by five?

Trance Gemini:
Military talk.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, carry on, Ensign Gemini.

Seamus Harper:
Tyr, we can't just leave her here. She's saved our asses too many times to count.

Tyr Anasazi:
So did the Gauss rifle I left behind on Enga's Redoubt, but you don't see me mounting a rescue mission to retrieve it.

Seamus Harper:
He's un-freaking believable.

Rommie:
Harper, be careful. You won't fix anything with a broken neck.

Seamus Harper:
Ah, like it really matters when we're twenty thousand leagues under the sea and about to be squished into chunky salsa. On the bright side, at least if I'm going down, I know thirteen little baby Magog who are going down with me.

Rommie:
That's it, Harper. Stay positive.

Philip Kim:
How did you know they were coming?

Rommie:
Friends in low places.

Eureka Maru's computer:
Alert. Alert. Magog swarm ship approaching. PDL's are offline.

Rommie:
Somebody here call for a ride?

Tyr Anasazi:
Rescued by a swarm ship.

Rev Bem:
You see? Not only is there a Divine, He has a twisted sense of humor.

Ngomi:
Philip Kim? I got to tell you, you're in deep, way deep. So, you on the Mobius payroll, sweetheart? Or are you more of a free agent?

Rommie:
Free agent? I don't know what you think this is, but if my husband every found out...

Ngomi:
Tell me another one.

Rommie:
If you insist.

Beka Valentine:
We're not saluting you, and we're not calling you "Captain."

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Dylan. Dylan will be fine.

Rev Bem:
From what I gather, his Kodiak pride was destroyed in a clan war. My guess is he's trying to prove his genetic worth, so he can join a new family.

Seamus Harper:
Great. Not just a Nietzschean, but a Nietzschean with a chip on his shoulder.

Rev Bem:
Another of the universe's little jokes, at our expense.

Beka Valentine:
A trail of breadcrumbs for us to follow, if you're willing.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Wait a minute. Let me get this straight: you forced your way onto my ship, then you tried to steal my ship, and now, after I saved all your lives, you want me to help you retrieve your ship.

Trance Gemini:
She's like that. Don't take it personally.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
What an unpleasant individual.

Tyr Anasazi:
I can cure that.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
No, leave him.

Gerentex:
Prep for launch! Now!

Seamus Harper:
But Beka and Rev...

Gerentex:
Will just have to take care of themselves, won't they? Unless you want to end up like your little purple friend.

Gerentex:
You know, this may sound petty to you, but if I can't have the Andromeda, no one can.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
This has been one long day.

Seamus Harper:
I can't believe it: they're still in one piece.

Gerentex:
Forget them! Just get us out of here!

Seamus Harper:
Yes, sir, Mister Fearless Leader, sir.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Prepare to fire on... me.

Beka Valentine:
Firing. You know, someone is going to great and obvious lengths to make a point.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Oh, I get the point. And I get the message. Someone wants us to go in a different direction.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Checking all available databases for Bartolome Naz. All I see is a Bartolome Naz who was a forward striker for the Talos Two springball team. He led the Talons in assists for two seasons in a row... He's corrupted the database.

Harper:
The Witchhead Nebula was THE site of the climactic battle of the Nietzschean rebellion.

Tyr Anasazi:
Nietzschean Tactical Offensive.

Harper:
Whatever.

Dylan Hunt:
I'd like to be alone if you don't mind.

Rev:
I understand. I myself prefer to be alone when doing mathematics.

Dylan Hunt:
How'd you know?

Rev:
It wasn't difficult. In fact, I suspect I could guess the equation. Let me see - one thousand ships, average crew size, one hundred, simple multiplication.

Dylan Hunt:
One hundred thousand people. How can I even consider it?

Tyr Anasazi:
My people have a legend about the Battle of Witchhead. They say the Nietzschean fleet arrived with overwhelming numbers. Their victory seemed assured. But then, at the critical hour, the angel of death appeared and summoned forth the fires of Hell. The Nietzschean fleet was struck down, crippled, their glorious victory turned to ashes.

Beka Valentine:
You knew all along?

Tyr Anasazi:
I've never seen an angel before.

Dylan Hunt:
I am become Death, destroyer of worlds.

Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, I know what you mean. I felt the same way when I took Beginning Astrophysics.

Trance Gemini:
You're kidding.

Dylan Hunt:
Yes, I am.

Trance Gemini:
Oh.

Captain Borotep Yeshgar:
You'll tell me the truth when you think I need to hear it. Until then, in Dylan Hunt we trust.

Beka Valentine:
What a mess.

Andromeda Ascendant:
I'd take that personally if it weren't true.

Beka Valentine:
On the bright side, with all the pounding you've been through in the last few weeks, it's a wonder you're working at all.

Andromeda Ascendant:
And here I was starting to feel proud of the way my systems were functioning. For the first time since you rescued me from the black hole, I'm almost fully combat ready.

Dylan Hunt:
That's a nice excuse. Humans have been using it since the dawn of time: "I had to kill my enemies. It's what God wanted."

Rev:
Just because humans use it as an excuse does not negate the possibility.

Dylan Hunt:
What kind of divine plan requires the deaths of tens of thousands of people?

Rev:
Tiger, tiger burning bright/In the forests of the night/What immortal hand or eye/Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Humans have been asking this question since the dawn of time. My people don't bother. We Magog know the Divine exists. We know it created the stars and the planets, the soft winds and the gentle rain. We also know He created nightmares, because He created us.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
They're scattered all over the nebula.

Harper:
Exactly. Which means a catalyst is not going to work, unless you can get them all to politely line up to be incinerated.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'll see what I can do.

Harper:
What?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You get the catalyst working. I'll handle the Nietzscheans.

Andromeda Ascendant:
His route is anomalous and inconsistent. The records are intact, but they lack any logic... he dropped out of nowhere.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Careful not to get too technical, Andromeda. I might not be able to follow it.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, so how did we get into this mess? Who started it? It couldn't have been Tyr alone, or just the Nietzscheans.

Trance Gemini:
The universe is just too big for it to have simply been them.

Seamus Harper:
All right, I, for one, don't want to talk about it anymore, okay? And I particularly don't want to talk about the lovable, absentee, not so young and restless Nietzschean you know who.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Tyr.

Rommie:
It's Tyr's slipfighter.

Andromeda Ascendant:
It is empty. There is no sign of life.

Seamus Harper:
What a surprise, huh? Tyr abandoned yet another ship. So where the hell could he have gone?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
It doesn't matter. We did more than we needed to save him.

Rommie:
He'll survive.

Seamus Harper:
Yeah, I prefer to assume the worst.

Beka Valentine:
Tyr's made it through some pretty tough scrapes before.

Seamus Harper:
Like I said, the worst. With our luck, he probably made it through this one, too.

Beka Valentine:
Interesting weather we're having.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Oh yeah, it's a lot of fun.

Seamus Harper:
Okay, does this have anything, anything at all, to do with us getting out of here?

Flavin:
Yes.

Seamus Harper:
Yes! I knew this was our lucky day.

Flavin:
And no.

Seamus Harper:
I knew we were screwed.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I know my father. He wasn't a true Vedran any more than I have four legs.

Flavin:
Heard of evolution, have you?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
There's nothing I can do. Beka's on her way to you.

Seamus Harper:
Great. Great. Thanks for nothing, pal. See you in the next life.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Harper terminated.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Bad choice of words.

Seamus Harper:
Okay, how did you get in there?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Just living in the present.

Seamus Harper:
Okay, don't start talking like Trance.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I think you just hit it right on the head.

Trance Gemini:
No. Actually, tails.

Flavin:
What you find inside it, Beka, may surprise you more than you know. Same goes for you: your greatest surprise lies inside. Are you ready for that journey?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'm listening.

Flavin:
We must undertake a three part journey, dear one: to the past, to the present, and to the future.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'd go anywhere if you just made some sense.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Vexpag?

Seamus Harper:
Yeah, another former crewmate. He's dead too.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Dead?

Seamus Harper:
Don't worry, it wasn't catching.

Beka Valentine:
Hey, did you do it? Is it going to work?

Seamus Harper:
Is my name Seamus Zelazny Harper?

Beka Valentine:
God, I hope not.

Seamus Harper:
Yeah, boss, no officers quarters around here. You can take old Vexpag's bunk.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Vexpag?

Seamus Harper:
Yeah, another former crewmate. He's dead too.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Dead?

Seamus Harper:
Don't worry, it wasn't catching.

Beka Valentine:
Look, why don't you go outside and play while mommy and daddy talk, okay?

Seamus Harper:
Fine, fine! If you think you can steal a hundred Nietzschean surface to air missiles and not get stopped, don't let me interrupt.

Beka Valentine:
Surface-to-air missiles?

Seamus Harper:
Yeah, what? What did you think was in those crates?

Beka Valentine:
Computers. I was told we were carrying computers.

Seamus Harper:
Okey dokie, I guess I'd better be going now.

Tyr Anasazi:
I have faith in nothing but this: when the universe collapses and dies, there will be three survivors - Tyr Anasazi, the cockroaches, and Dylan Hunt trying to save the cockroaches.

Harper:
I missed the inspirational speech, but at least I didn't miss the dancing!

Harper:
Don't let the Cetus eat us.

Rommie:
If I don't follow Dylan's orders to kill the Cetus and save the planet, I might as well be dead. Because I failed in my mission.

Harper:
All right, you're under the influence of stomach acid, you're not thinking straight. This isn't about following orders or ahh, completing the mission is it? It's about Dylan. Because you think he's dead and you don't think you can live without him, right?

Rommie:
I'm programmed to carry out orders.

Harper:
Yeah, well, that's where we're different, you see I have a choice and I choose not to allow some stupid broken-hearted suicide especially when you're taking me with ya!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
How do we get people to stop believing in a myth they've believed in for centuries?

Trance Gemini:
By getting them to believe in that other myth.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
What's that?

Trance Gemini:
The one about the High Guard Captain flying around the universe, making allies, restoring the Commonwealth.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I don't think they'll ever believe in that one.

Harper:
Now, for those of you haven't heard Harper's plan, here's the nutshell. Rerouting antimatter... to the main thrusters which will, when we power them up, send Cetus to heartburn hell and us in to chunky hurl heaven. It might get a little messy, but at least we'll all live.

Beka Valentine:
I'll save us and raise you one. If we eject the Slipstream drive, we'll kill the Cetus, right?

Harper:
What is with the death wish? Yeah, sure, if you want to die surfing an exploding vomit wave.

Beka Valentine:
Hey, I've surfed the reaction of an exploding star before. I think I can ride out a little Cetus vomit.

Beka Valentine:
Parlays away, Tyr. This bogey is hostile. Target its vulnerable spots. It does have vulnerable spots, right?

Rommie:
Beats me.

Harper:
Beats me? Two words I never expected to hear from a warship with a brain your size.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
It looks like I'll need a new speech.

Trance Gemini:
Like what?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, how about this: Ladies and gentlemen of the planet Savion, there might be something to your myth but don't worry, the most powerful starship in the universe it out there somewhere, protecting you.

Trance Gemini:
Oh, that's great. Now all you have to do is convince yourself.

Harper:
I'm no one's lunch!

Rommie:
Our problem is with our other allies: Castalia, Moebius, Sintii... They're not exactly superpowers. I'm Dylan's only real military asset.

Beka Valentine:
One he can't afford to lose.

Rommie:
Mmmhmm.

Beka Valentine:
Unfortunately, Dylan gave Charlemagne and the Jaguars his word, and that's the one thing he's got that's even less expendable than you.

Beka Valentine:
Oh, she didn't salute. Shouldn't she salute?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, I'm thinking that maybe she went to the Beka Valentine School of Military Discipline.

Seamus Harper:
I got a better idea. How about you round up all those warships out there, head to Earth, and blast the Dragan garrison to pieces?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I intend to, after I've drawn the Dragan fleet out of position, and as soon as you and Rommie make sure that all their armored units are out in the streets where they're vulnerable.

Seamus Harper:
Great. "Start the revolution without me." Anything else I can do for you? Transmute the elements? Reverse entropy? Make you a sandwich?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Beka, course laid in for Coolidge?

Beka Valentine:
You bet you.

Cuatemoc:
Coolidge? Impossible. You'll be torn to shreds. Trying to run through there is suicide.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You didn't talk to Cuchulain about me before you had him executed, did you? No? Well that's too bad. I wonder who's next in line.

Tyr Anasazi:
He had to choose: save his fleet and his entire Alliance, or sacrifice them both to liberate a single slave world.

Seamus Harper:
But Dylan always keeps his promises.

Tyr Anasazi:
Dylan has made a great many promises, and he only has one ship. Now, try and get the people out of the streets. There'll be another time.

Seamus Harper:
Another time? I'm just supposed to stop a revolution? There are people bleeding and dying in the streets because they actually think they may have a chance to win for a change. How am I supposed to tell them they're wrong?

Seamus Harper:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and they laughed at him right up until they slit his throat, and after.

Brendan Lahey:
That's true, but in the end, he laughed back. We both heard it, Seamus. He fought. He finally fought! And after that, nothing else mattered.

Seamus Harper:
Yeah, especially not to him.

Brendan Lahey:
Seamus, you got to let it go.

Seamus Harper:
I don't have to let squat go! You don't know what you're talking about. You don't even know what happened. You want to know what really happened? They didn't come for my mother. They came for me, okay? They both died because of me.

Brendan Lahey:
I'm sorry, Seamus. Don't you see? This just proves what I'm talking about. Your mother and your father did not die for nothing. They sacrificed themselves to save you, their only son. And it worked. They won.

Ozzie:
What do you want with Brendan?

Seamus Harper:
Like I said, I'm his cousin, Seamus.

Ozzie:
Funny. Brendan never mentioned a cousin, especially not a collaborator in nice, shiny new clothes.

Seamus Harper:
I'm not a collaborator. We're not with the Dragans. In fact, we're actually here to try and help save you from the Dragans.

Ozzie:
Yeah, and I'm the second coming of Haile Selassie. Why don't you tell your girlfriend to drop the lance and maybe we'll talk.

Andromeda Ascendant:
We are not the droids you're looking for.

Doyle:
What is that?

Andromeda Ascendant:
I don't know, but it didn't work.

Doyle:
We've got to find the rock Burma and his goons scrambled under.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Well, he can't have gone far. Tarn Vedra was his only option.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Tarn Vedra has a lot of rocks, and it's getting more crowded by the minute. Blending in won't be hard.

Doyle:
Even with a hostage.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Even with a Harper.

General Burma:
I want you to experience the same pain you inflicted on me and my people. And the loss.

Telemachus Rhade:
By killing Harper?

General Burma:
He's important to you, I know. A friend and a valuable resource. I'm going to enjoy this.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, well, enjoy whatever sadistic pleasure it brings you, Burma, because I don't have time to care. Hunt out.

Telemachus Rhade:
We're bluffing, right?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, we're bluffing.

Telemachus Rhade:
I wonder if Harper knows we're bluffing.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
One problem at a time, Rhade. We have to find Trance.

Trance Gemini:
In a few hours, we can add Seefra Two and Methus Two to the list.

Beka Valentine:
Yes, well, it may all be part of some grand design, but it's still bloody tragic.

Trance Gemini:
They did the job.

Andromeda Ascendant:
And they say inorganics lack emotion.

Doyle:
Speak for yourself.

Andromeda Ascendant:
I wasn't.

General Burma:
Careful; we need him functional.

Seamus Harper:
No, go ahead. Keep it up. Ow! Yeah, that's it, because I ain't helping you. Nobody gets onto the Andromeda without an all-access pass and the boss's approval, and you're not getting either.

General Burma:
That's not the other choice, scientist. The other choice is, I fire a missile into the centre of the Seefra One landing port, full of incoming refugees. He may not care about you, but he'll care about the thousands of dead. Either way, Dylan Hunt will feel what it's like to have things taken away from him, like he's taken from me. So it doesn't matter what you choose, scientist.

Seamus Harper:
Freaking psycho.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, well, Rhade, there are bigger risks in store if we don't get to the bottom of a certain Trance-formation.

Telemachus Rhade:
Transformation... Humour to die by.

Doyle:
Too bad you didn't show up a minute sooner. Oh, that's right. You did.

Trance Gemini:
You were both doing very well, I thought, considering.

Doyle:
Harper is resourceful. He may have made one out of broken glass by now, for all we know. And I hate that you know my every move on this ship.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Get used to it.

Doyle:
I don't need a lecture about getting used to things. Trust me.

Andromeda Ascendant:
I was merely suggesting a coping strategy.

Doyle:
I will cope when I find Harper.

Andromeda Ascendant:
About that: if you were planning on going down to Seefra One, forget about it. I have a drop pod waiting to take me.

Doyle:
Oh no, that's the pod I ordered!

Andromeda Ascendant:
Like I said, get used to it.

Seamus Harper:
I'm in hyperdrive, boss. Have you in there faster than you can say...

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Thank you, Mr. Harper.

Seamus Harper:
Thank you, Mr. Harper!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I was on my way back. I was, but my path was altered. How was I to know that you'd still be here after all this time?

Siara:
You came back.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I came back.

Siara:
300 years.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Okay, so I was a little late.

Patrius:
Stop! Nobody move! Nobody move. You are mine. You will do as I say. Do as I say, or everyone dies. My patience has been rewarded, all done through the heroic efforts of Dylan Hunt. What a lucky break you are, Captain. A big, joyful thank you to you and the Commonwealth, which, if things go right, might someday worship me. Bow down or die.

Siara:
I won't bow down to you.

Patrius:
You have no choice.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
[sotto] Pays to think ahead. Three hundred years and, I hope, still ticking.

Patrius:
If I can't have your power, no one will.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Spoken like a true lunatic.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I am completely out of patience and time. I'm convinced taking him to Sinti for a coronation is a big mistake.

Rommie:
Coronation? The man hasn't even been elected yet.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
The universe has a sick sense of humour, Rommie. I mean, is this what I've invested my blood in? Rebuilding the Commonwealth so I can hand the reins over to someone like Sid? I'd rather just throw him to the Magog.

Rommie:
You could probably get away with that.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
If the Commonwealth we've built is worth anything, we have to trust it to do what's right. We have to have faith in somebody other than us.

Beka Valentine:
And if that faith is misplaced?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, then we have bigger problems than your Uncle Sid.

Trance Gemini:
Life support officer Trance Gemini reporting for duty, sir.

Seamus Harper:
Suck up.

Rev Bem:
Fire control sensors on-line. Captain, I, I hope you do not expect me to fire the ship's weapons.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
This isn't the time, Rev.

Rev Bem:
Nevertheless, I will man the sensors, but I will not fire the weapons.

Beka Valentine:
I could've told you that.

Trance Gemini:
He's dying.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Damn. It should've been hours before anyone started feeling the effects.

Beka Valentine:
If he was a good little citizen of the Commonwealth, I'm sure he'd be fine. Harper was raised in a refugee camp. He's got a dodgy immune system at the best of times. He sure can't stand up to this radiation bath you've got us soaking in.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
How long before his condition becomes irreversible?

Trance Gemini:
Four hours, maybe less.

Seamus Harper:
Ooo, shiny.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'm going to make that ship out there think that you're me trying to escape, and then, while they're busy reducing you to your constituent atoms, I'll swing around from behind and blow them out of the sky. Now, I might get them before they get you, and I might not, but you've made your choice, so that's not really my problem. My obligation is to protect the lives of the people on this ship, and that's what I intend to do. Which is why Harper stays here, and you'll take him over my dead body... I never walk into a situation without a plan for getting out in one piece. So make the call, Beka. Do you want to walk with me and live, or walk out on me and die?

Seamus Harper:
All right, you want to know what I think?

Beka Valentine:
Oh, good, now for another chapter in The World According to Seamus Harper.

Seamus Harper:
Hey, my favourite book. Chapter twelve, paragraph eight, verse three. The universe hates you. Deal with it.

Beka Valentine:
That's comforting.

Seamus Harper:
All right, remember when we heisted those grav speeders on Infinity Atoll, took 'em for a spin?

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, sure.

Seamus Harper:
Well, the thing that I remember most about those eggbeaters was, I'd be whipping along, and every once in a while I'd hit a swarm of bugs. Poor little bastards just minding their own business, not doing anything wrong, a little bit of bad timing on their part, and splat, all over the windshield.

Beka Valentine:
Tragic.

Seamus Harper:
Damn straight. The thing is, as far as the universe is concerned, we're all bugs, just hopping along, loving life, until one day fate decides to introduce each and every single one of us to our very own, personalised windscreen. So yeah, maybe Dylan is crazy. Maybe he doesn't have a chance in hell of rebuilding the Commonwealth. And maybe one day something'll come along and splat him too. But we're all going to get splat eventually.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, but you forgot one thing: Dylan is not flying around minding his own business; he's looking for windscreens.

Seamus Harper:
Right, but with us on his side, he might just be the only bug alive tough enough to blast right through.

Dylan Hunt:
The visitors reacted differently to your body.

Trance Gemini:
Yes.

Dylan Hunt:
Trance, are you dead or alive?

Trance Gemini:
Yes.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Dylan, I'm not reading any pulses or brainwaves from the plague victims, and their bodies register at room temperature.

Tyr Anasazi:
Well, that would make sense. They're corpses.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Yes, the trouble is they're walking around the ship trying to kill you.

Tyr Anasazi:
[Dylan looks at Tyr] You're surprised? That's what you get for incessantly trying to help!

Dylan Hunt:
The ungrateful dead.

Dylan Hunt:
[as he's fighting some corpses] Rommie, why are the dead trying to kill us [one corpse grabs his head and opens his mouth] or kiss us? You gotta be kidding! [finally gets away from them] Sorry guys, but you're not my type.

Seamus Harper:
Yes, sir. Bravely running away, sir.

Seamus Harper:
What? I thought bug people were our friend.

Dylan Hunt:
So did I.

Tyr Anasazi:
Which is why I place great stocking in paranoia.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Internal defences ineffectual.

Tyr Anasazi:
It isn't so easy to kill dead people, is it?

Dylan Hunt:
No.

Remiel:
You will serve me of your own free will.

Rommie:
I've learned a lot from watching my organics. The little lies they tell to paper over ugly truths, saying anything to avoid saying something that makes them feel vulnerable and exposed. I've learned something about AIs, too - we're every bit as guilty.

William Ataturk:
Tell me, am I a realist, or just another hopeless dreamer?

Tyr Anasazi:
Aren't true Nietzschean both?

Gabriel:
Bad move, Mr. Harper.

Harper:
Go ahead, snap my neck like a chicken! [clucks]

Gabriel:
What else did you do?

Harper:
Oh, well, it's kind of funny actually. In all the, er, rush to build you, I sort of forgot to make you anatomically correct.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You're more than my AI. You're my advisor, you're my friend, you're the air that I breathe.

Rommie:
Literally.

Rommie:
And why is that, Harper? Because you're such a better match for me? Look at yourself. Your brain is a trillion times slower than mine, and your body? Barely thirty years old and already on its inevitable course toward decay and death.

Harper:
Maybe, but there's one thing I got that your little boy toy, here, will never have. I love you.

Rommie:
Well, that's the most pathetic thing of all. I might just as easily ask you to love an amoeba.

Harper:
I created you. To you I'm supposed to be a god.

Rommie:
Well, Harper, you know what happens to gods. They're eventually killed and supplanted by their own children. So, God, get to work.

Doyle:
Harper, we can't just leave him.

Seamus Harper:
Very philanthropic, but existential trumps humanism. Sorry, pal. Welcome to Seefra.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Battle stations.

Telemachus Rhade:
Battle stations? We're being towed.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I know. It's just... habit. Damn it!

Seamus Harper:
Now, that pain you're about to feel will be the tesseracter disassembling you atom by atom. I know what you're thinking - why is it that bad things always happen to bad people? Well, they don't. I happen. Specifically, I hack in, and you are locked out, maestro.

Argent:
She's android, isn't she, but thinks she's human. She was leaking superconductor fluid, but said she saw blood. How does a machine come to think it's flesh and blood?

Seamus Harper:
Three reasons: none of your business, none of your business, and none of your business. And don't you dare talk to her about it.

Argent:
I guess it's not her business, either.

Seamus Harper:
So you're not as dumb as you look.

Telemachus Rhade:
They've kept us alive: merciful and incompetent.

Beka Valentine:
Really? Is now the time for insults?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, I always wanted you two to bow down before me.

Telemachus Rhade:
Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, sometimes you can pit your will against a hostile universe, and the universe wins. Eventually, you should understand that.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Rhade, how could I possibly understand that? It's never happened.

Telemachus Rhade:
Well, what about the time...

Rommie:
I'm detecting 13 battle cruisers and 11 Geruda class fighters.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Nietzscheans.

Rommie:
Drago-Kazov.

Seamus Harper:
Whoa, that's my dream. That was my dream! Back when we agreed to escort this lousy Commonwealth convoy deep into the DMZ, we were ambushed by Nietzscheans.

Beka Valentine:
Hey, dreamweaver! Before you go all Trance on us, this is not an ambush. That's Nietzschean-on-Nietzschean action.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Hail them.

Rommie:
No response.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Plot an intercept course.

Seamus Harper:
Er, boss? Isn't that a little dangerous for a good deed?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
We're on the Andromeda, Mister Harper. I like our odds.

Gaiton:
That spike-haired chip-head of yours called me a rat.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, he's a charmer. I guess he expected a little more gratitude for saving your life.

Gaiton:
Yes, well, thanks for nothing. You could save my children's lives and I'd still hate the kludge.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Even so, I'd still save your children. I'd leave you behind, though.

Gaiton:
Are you Nietzschean?

Tyr Anasazi:
Are you an idiot? Or do you really expect me to believe that you don't know the answer to that question?

Beka Valentine:
What do you know? I'm all better.

Tyr Anasazi:
Mine hit first.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yours was fatter.

Tyr Anasazi:
All right, well, I believe this is the place where I'd say we should forget about Rommie, and move on Harper can always build another android.

Seamus Harper:
What? Are you saying we should just forget about Rommie move on and Harper can build another android?

Tyr Anasazi:
Yes

Seamus Harper:
Forget it Tyr. No way. Rommie's the greatest thing I've ever done even if she did almost break my hand. She's alive Tyr. Come on she's got a life. She's got as much right to life as you do.

Tyr Anasazi:
All right. On the other hand I would embrace the opportunity to... uh...

Captain Dylan Hunt:
To what Tyr?

Tyr Anasazi:
Well, I'd like to crush these creatures into cosmic dust. I'd like to utterly and unequivocably slaughter them. I-I-I-I want to kill them all.

Dylan Hunt:
On the count of three?

Tyr Anasazi:
No, let's just shoot them.

Trance Gemini:
I have another squadron rapidly approaching.

Beka Valentine:
Thanks for the good news.

Trance Gemini:
That was a necessary negative assessment.

Beka Valentine:
Well, let's try to accentuate the positive, shall we?

Trance Gemini:
They will soon destroy the Andromeda?

Beka Valentine:
Okay, thanks for trying.

Tyr Anasazi:
How are you?

Andromeda Ascendant:
Oh, I'm hanging in there.

Dylan Hunt:
That's not funny.

Dylan Hunt:
I'm just trying to break the tension, Dylan.

Dylan Hunt:
I'm not tense.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Well, you look it.

Tyr Anasazi:
What are they doing here?

Andromeda Ascendant:
They're trying to use me to focus their power source. Their generator's not online yet. Ahem. I'd like to get down now.

Dylan Hunt:
We're working on it.

Andromeda Ascendant:
You know, Dylan, it's only a matter of time before these creatures find another way to focus the energy in the generator.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Exactly. That's why we're going to blow this thing up.

Tyr Anasazi:
We get to go home first, right?

Beka Valentine:
I don't mean to be negative, but there are an awful lot of them.

Tyr Anasazi:
Consider this: it's either the end of it all, or you'll have a magnificent tale to tell your children.

Beka Valentine:
I've got plenty of stories, thanks. Speaking of kids, we should talk about that.

Tyr Anasazi:
Could it be our invisible friends? I thought we'd taken care them.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, obviously, they needed better care.

Tyr Anasazi:
Obviously.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Tell you what: I'll take the high road; you take the low road.

Rommie:
[Before being carried off by the attackers from another universe] Oh crap.

Seamus Harper:
How is the bug?

Beka Valentine:
The Than. Try to be polite to our guest.

Trance Gemini:
She should be clicking and popping by the end of the week. Why do you ask?

Tyr Anasazi:
I'm proud of you.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Why?

Tyr Anasazi:
You're thinking like a Nietzschean.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
If I were thinking like a Nietzschean, I'd kill you.

Tyr Anasazi:
Why don't you?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Because my mission is to restore civilization. And if I can't persuade you - a member of my own crew - how can I win over the rest of the galaxy?

Tyr Anasazi:
Just when I thought you'd controlled your blind idealism, you say something like that. So, are you endeavoring to trust me, then?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I trust Tyr to be Tyr.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
My old engineer called it job security.

Seamus Harper:
Smart woman. I've been reading her manuals.

Tyr Anasazi:
During the uprising, it was a common Nietzschean tactic to capture High Guard officers and use them as human shields against their own ships.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
And you think that's Guderian's intention?

Tyr Anasazi:
I'm certain of it.

Rev Bem:
The first officer of your ship.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
More than that. My friend. He was supposed to be the best man at my wedding and then he betrayed me. Because I trusted him, the Nietzschean invasion got past my ship and the Commonwealth was destroyed. I lost my crew, my family, my friends, my fianc?. I lost the time and age I belonged to, Rev. Hell, I lost civilisation itself.

Rev Bem:
And now you're wondering is it worth reaching out to Nietzscheans?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
They're genetically engineered to be paranoid and selfish and treacherous. Am I right to be prejudiced?

Rev Bem:
As a Magog, my own genes predispose me to slaughter indiscriminately, eat my victims, lay eggs in the paralysed bodies of sentient beings. I think if you were truly prejudiced, you would have shot me on sight.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
It's not the same. You're a Wayist. You're the most peaceful person I know.

Rev Bem:
Ah, then in each species, no matter how horrible, there's room for improvement. You don't have to forget. You don't even have to forgive. But you must look for the good in the beings you encounter, otherwise your restored Commonwealth will be founded on distrust, and it will be over before it even begins.

Seamus Harper:
That would disable our sensors. We'd be blinder than a Nightsider in sunshine.

Tyr Anasazi:
Unavoidable, I'm afraid.

Seamus Harper:
Don't tell me you're considering this! We may as well poke out our own eyes with knitting needles, or just ram our heads...

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Thank you for your input, Mr. Harper.

Trance Gemini:
I think our friend is ready to join her fleet.

Rev Bem:
The Than Hegemony also expresses its gratitude to the Commonwealth for ridding its sector of Nietzschean criminals. They respect us as a force for peace in the galaxy.

Trance Gemini:
You got what you wanted.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Not really, but it's a start.

Freya:
Everything deep loves masks.

Seamus Harper:
Somebody pinch me and tell me I'm not theta streaming. We - ow! - it's a figure of speech, Rommie.

Seamus Harper:
What's the matter? You couldn't handle the guy?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Don't be smart.

Seamus Harper:
It's hard not to when you're a prodigy.

Telemachus Rhade:
No farewell words of biting sarcasm?

Beka Valentine:
Every now and then, you go to a wedding that doesn't suck.

Telemachus Rhade:
Hmm, sounds like you've forgiven her.

Beka Valentine:
I'll never forgive her. She got tired of playing house and went back to the really fun toys, power and money. Leaving seven year old me and my dad to fend for ourselves. When we left, she probably never even noticed. Probably still hasn't.

Telemachus Rhade:
I was talking about the bride, Aleiss.

Beka Valentine:
I wasn't.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'll be fine. What about the others?

Beka Valentine:
I'll check. Just hold still. You're, er, you're dripping on my ship.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
All right, then let's mobilise. Tyr, Rev, fix the engines. Cannibalise parts if you have to. Beka, you and I will take...

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, my first job is to repair your forehead.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'll be fine.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, okay, tough guy.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Thanks, but no thanks. Having a Nietzschean along may cause problems with any potential allies.

Tyr Anasazi:
Captain Hunt! In the past few months, you've been placing yourself in a number of very risky situations. It's not a healthy trend.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Thank you, Tyr. I didn't know that you cared.

Beka Valentine:
Well, somehow, I don't think Tyr took all of our guns for Nietzschean show and tell.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
With Tyr, you never know. Still, he's been gone a long time. I'm going to go find him.

Beka Valentine:
And if he's betraying us?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Then I'll be the first to know.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'm tempted. I could do a lot with that much money.

Tyr Anasazi:
I'm sure. Still, somehow I doubt you're truly prepared to turn me over to the Drago-Kasov Pride.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Give me one reason why not. Your extracurricular activities have put my ship, my crew, and my mission in jeopardy. You are becoming a liability, Tyr.

Tyr Anasazi:
A liability. Am I so? Well, I also happen to be the best, I am the only soldier you have. I personally delivered Enkindu and Schopenhauer into your alliance. I have saved your ship, your crew, such as it is, and your mission on many an occasion. And while I may have earned the wrath of the Drago-Kasov Pride, they wanted to kill you long before they ever heard of me.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Oh, then I guess that makes it all right.

Tyr Anasazi:
If you would like me to leave, sir, you have but to ask.

Tyr Anasazi:
Whether I like it or not, I need you, sir. And I shall be so bold as to say you need me, as well. So, shall we have a game?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Your move.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
We lost them about a kilometre away.

Tyr Anasazi:
If they don't follow your tree markings back here.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, I ran out of bread crumbs.

Saguro:
Genius! Who designed these modifications?

Trance Gemini, Andromeda Ascendant:
He did.

Saguro:
This is your work. Hmm, we should make babies together.

Seamus Harper:
You two, out!

Andromeda Ascendant:
No.

Trance Gemini:
Whatever.

Seamus Harper:
Why does it always take a fantastically beautiful but evil genius to recognize the genius in me?

Trance Gemini:
Harper...

Seamus Harper:
Sorry.

Andromeda Ascendant:
So many dead that the corpses are routinely used as a source of fuel. But I'm sure one hero with a forcelance can defy the percentages.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Et tu, Rommie?

Seamus Harper:
Or he'll nicely heat a two bedroom Flash house.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Okay, okay, thank you both for your optimistic and unwavering support.

Trance Gemini:
Many claim that evil is ugly, but it's more often disguised in beauty. That is why we are tempted by it. The greatest evil can be a lie spoken from a sincere face, whereas the greatest good can be masked by fear and hate.

Gerentex:
Aren't you supposed to be... dead?

Trance Gemini:
I got better.

Gerentex:
Don't stand there staring like he's the Vedran Empress. Get us out of here! He'll kill us all!

Rommie:
Harper. The amount of garbage he creates and consumes boggles the mind. Take this disgusting substance, for example. Sparky Cola - it has no nutritional value, rots the teeth, and slowly dissolves the digestive tract. And yet he imbibes at least three thousand millilitres of it every single day.

Seamus Harper:
So there's a price on your head. Oh, good, maybe I'll get my money back after all.

Gerentex:
If I were you, I'd spend less time trying to plot my downfall and more time trying to guess what I'm going to do with the two of you.

Trance Gemini:
Oh, I love playing guessing games.

Gerentex:
Haha. Call me a traditionalist, but when I kill someone, I really do prefer it when they stay dead. Now, be quiet, the two of you. I'm trying to think.

Seamus Harper:
Don't strain yourself.

Seamus Harper:
Try me. See if you can wrap your little rat brain around this. You kill her, I kill you. You lose. You kill her and you kill me, the ship blows up. You still lose. Either way, you lose.

Trance Gemini:
Uh, excuse me? Can we please discuss the killing her part?

Gerentex:
Hahaha. Well, you know, in this business, you're only as good as your latest scam. My strip-mining venture on Infinity Atoll, my RobotoCourtesan manufacturing plant, the religion I founded. All gone. Forgotten. Pfft. Er, this is the part where you're supposed to say, "Oh, Gerentex, that's so sad."

Trance Gemini:
Oh, that's so sad!

Seamus Harper:
Oh, you're breaking my freaking heart!

Trance Gemini:
This enough?

Adulasia Stalin:
Definitely. Pleasure doing business with you.

Seamus Harper:
If you want pleasure, you're talking to the right guy.

Adulasia Stalin:
Thanks, but I prefer my men alive.

Gerentex:
You know, now that the moment is upon me, I must admit to feeling a tad misty. Once I find Tarn-Vedra, all the painful struggle, the years of yearning will finally be behind me. I'll buy a lake, or maybe a small sea. Start a harem of fecund Nightsider females who'll fill the water with furry tadpoles and watch as the strongest of our young devour the weak in the ancient dance of life.

Trance Gemini:
Oh, that is so beautiful.

Gerentex:
Isn't it? You know, all I've really wanted was a home and a family of my own. To change myself for the better.

Seamus Harper:
You want to change your life for the better? Put a bullet in your head.

Trance Gemini:
Oh, Seamus Zelazney Harper, you take that back this instant.

Gerentex:
You know, hurtful stereotypes like that give people like me a bad name.

Trance Gemini:
No, people like you give people like you a bad name.

Gerentex:
There are two kinds of people in this universe, Mister Harper. The kind with loaded guns, and the kind who open doors. You open doors.

Trance Gemini:
I am so sick of this, you two, with your violence and your threats and your shooting stuff. Neither of you gets it, do you? There isn't enough love in the universe as it is, and you're both just helping to kill off what's left. So shape up, because if you don't show each other a little peace, love, and understanding, I am going to kill you both.

Seamus Harper:
Trance, you don't mean that.

Trance Gemini:
I do. You know why? 'Cause I could get away with it, because I'm cute.

Gerentex:
You wouldn't.

Trance Gemini:
Oh, Dylan, it was so horrible. They just... they killed each other right in front of me. And I tried to stop them, really I tried, but I couldn't.

Gerentex:
By the sacred lake, she's right. I can just see that High Guard fossil now, hugging her and saying, "Trance, it'll be okay," while, while we lay here dead.

Seamus Harper:
You know what you've done, don't you? You've kissed off our entire tundra flower monopoly. Our best commodity.

Trance Gemini:
No, I haven't. I gave Gerentex a beautiful thing to call his own. Beautiful things can make sad people happy, and bad people good. When you think about it, beautiful things can change the universe.

Seamus Harper:
Fine, s game of chicken. Let's bring it. [bounty hunter evades] Entering slipstream. Woohoo! Damn, I'm god!

Gerentex:
Hello? Does anyone remember whose idea it was?

Seamus Harper:
Shut up, rat. Just tell me where to go.

Gerentex:
I have several suggestions.

Gerentex:
Et tu, Trance?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Ugh, maggots... We are never, ever going back to Virgil Nine!

Seamus Harper:
No, no, no, no, no.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, there's got to be an explanation, Harper. Maybe it's one of the new crew members.

Seamus Harper:
No.

Beka Valentine:
Why can't it be a crew member?

Seamus Harper:
For the tenth time, no.

Tyr Anasazi:
That was nine.

Seamus Harper:
All right, all right. Now, just listen, okay? It's a face I've never seen before, nor care to ever see again. Besides, it was in the wall. New crew members don't hang out in walls. People don't hang out in walls. You know what hangs out in walls?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Mr. Harper, you're tired.

Seamus Harper:
All right. For the eleventh time, no.

Tyr Anasazi:
That was ten.

Seamus Harper:
I've got a stupid question. Why don't we just bomb the whole ship stem to stern, kill them all at once?

Andromeda Ascendant:
Bomb the ship.

Seamus Harper:
Not explosion bomb. Bug bomb. Insecticide.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Ah. Metallovores are vulnerable to only one kind of airborne poison.

Tyr Anasazi:
Corrosive gases.

Seamus Harper:
Oh, that would wipe us out.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
A bait station.

Seamus Harper:
Yes! I could make them out of Rommie's skin.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Excuse me?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Make as many as you can as fast as you can, Harper... Why are you still standing here?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
[interrogated under torture] Dylan Hunt, Commonwealth Captain, H-E-5-Zero-9-5-C-2-1-9-2-2.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Admiral Stark.

Admiral Constanza Stark:
How did you know?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Let me think. Sealed orders. No signature, no mission specifics. Now who else would it be?

Admiral Constanza Stark:
That's employing good, practical intuition. Nothing you picked up from that ivory tower war college on Tarn-Vedra.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
No, ma'am. I picked that up from Sarah.

Admiral Constanza Stark:
Sarah? You'd better be taking good care of my niece, Commander.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Why do I get the feeling that after every date, you receive a report in triplicate?

Admiral Constanza Stark:
Very astute.

Gaheris Rhade:
How many attempts?

Venetri:
A dozen. Look, I know I should've helped them, but Ferrin was... Look, I will lead you through, I promise. Okay?

Gaheris Rhade:
I thought you were dating our sponsor's niece?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Huh, maybe that's why she sent me.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I looked for you. I found out where you were. I travelled to where you were, and I got you out. That's your entire report?

Trance Gemini:
You wanted something more?

Lawyer:
The Great Compass has decided to spare you for now. In light of his mercy, do you have anything to say to us?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I think we're all a little tired of my name, rank, and serial number.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Trance, he's right. I am a hypocrite. Everything I have and everything I am came out of what happened here. By accepting the Andromeda, I sanctioned it.

Trance Gemini:
Dylan, you may have got the Andromeda from something that you're ashamed of, but look at what you're doing with it. You've saved lives, planets. You're using the Andromeda to make sense of a senseless universe.

Venetri:
Another fool believer. Why don't you enlighten her, Dylan? Why don't you show her what the gun is all about. Why don't you do what you came to do. Kill me!

Harper:
Deirdre. My Drift-rock darlin'. My Irish Creme. My destiny.

Andromeda:
Irish Gaelic. Earth based. An adaptive form. You're making seductive overtures to me in a dead language?... Harper, I had no idea you were such a cunning linguist.

Beka Valentine:
Never mind she couldn't speak a word of Common, and you don't speak Celtic or whatever that dead language is.

Harper:
Oh yea? Try me. Gra iss eine ceapaire. Love is our language.

Beka Valentine:
Actually, love is your sandwich, but thanks for playing.

Harper:
We shared this thing, this... um... cosmic connection.

Beka Valentine:
You shared half a dozen whiskeys and a zero-gravity rhumba.

Harper:
Tonight we are offering the Space Roy Rayalf-3 parts gin, 2 parts removed, olives, crushed ice, shaken not stirred and voila! The pub is now open the library is closed.

Harper:
So is this the part where you explain to me your diabolical plan?

Jeger:
No, it's the part where I open your skull and extract your database by force.

Harper:
Oh. Will it hurt?

Jeger:
I hope so.

Andromeda:
I don't think he knows. Since last night, he's started and abandoned dozens of projects and upgrades. Although, I must say, the ones he's performed on moi c'est tres magnifique.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You're speaking French now?

Andromeda:
Oui, per his request.

Beka Valentine:
I'm terrified to ask, but Harper, what were you doing?

Seamus Harper:
Push-ups.

Dylan/Beka/Trance/Rommie:
No push-ups!

Seamus Harper:
Enough with the micromanagement!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Now we have to convince Calleb to hand over File D willingly.

Beka Valentine:
And how are we going to do that?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Outsmart him?

Beka Valentine:
I hate it when we have to outsmart Nietzscheans. It's even more exhausting than beating them up.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, but it's a lot less painful.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
All right. Get in, grab the kid, and get out. I'll keep Malea distracted as long as I can.

Trance Gemini:
Dylan, be careful.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
What, me be careful? Trance, I'm only the decoy. You three are the main attraction.

Trance Gemini:
Really? I always wanted to be a star.

Andromeda Ascendant:
File D has a homing signal. The Magog have picked it up, and they're following it.

Beka Valentine:
Dylan, they're targeting the drone.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
What, they're going to detonate it?

Andromeda Ascendant:
It's a suicide mission.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You know, Magog are the polar opposite of Nietzscheans.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I called to give you a warning. There's a greater threat out there: it's bigger than this weapon; it's bigger than the Magog. Now learn to get along or suffer the consequences.

Melea Voth:
Another threat?

Calleb Voth:
And what happens if we don't?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Then you have no chance of surviving. I just thought I'd let you know, because I'm one of the good guys. Hunt out.

Rommie:
You know what I really want?

Tyr Anasazi:
An avatar unencumbered by cleavage?

Andromeda Ascendant:
The chance of a specific human DNA combination reoccurring is approximately one in three times ten to the fifteenth power.

Tyr Anasazi:
Telemachus Rhade isn't just any human. He's the product of sixteen centuries of selective breeding.

Dylan Hunt:
Homo sapiens invictus have the same number of chromosomes as unmodified Homo sapiens.

Tyr Anasazi:
Yes, but a smaller sampling. No Nietzschean carries the gene for astigmatism, acromegaly, arterial sclerosis. You combine that with extensive safeguards against mutation and what you've got is...

Dylan Hunt:
And the odds are still in the trillions.

Tyr Anasazi:
It's a big universe.

Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, and a bigger coincidence. You know, I don't trust coincidences, especially ones named Rhade.

Tyr Anasazi:
You should know by now that you can never trust any Nietzschean... except me.

Rommie:
I used to have 800 Lancers stationed on me.

Dylan Hunt:
I can just think of the eavesdropping potential.

Rommie:
I don't eavesdrop, I monitor... for security purposes.

Rommie:
The enemy destroyer was eliminated, but Castalian casualties are still high. Five of their ships are down. The planet was bombarded. Estimated civilian casualties: five million.

Beka Valentine:
That's a lot of sushi.

Dylan Hunt:
It's not funny, Beka.

Beka Valentine:
Looked pretty darned funny from here.

Dylan Hunt:
Look, if you're all finished insulting our allies, might I remind you that the point of these training exercises is to improve their morale, not destroy it.

Seamus Harper:
Look, Dylan, if you think Aquaman and the Silver Surfer here are going to help you stop the Magog, you may as well start basting yourself with steak sauce now and avoid the rush.

Dylan Hunt:
Rommie could falsify data like this easily. Hell, if I wanted to, I could make it look like you were behind the whole thing.

Telemachus Rhade:
And then you'd get everything you wanted, wouldn't you? The isolationists would be disgraced. There'd be a new election. Terazed would join the new Commonwealth.

Dylan Hunt:
And you'd go to prison.

Telemachus Rhade:
As cost-benefit ratios go, it's got a lot to recommend it.

Dylan Hunt:
Betray an innocent man, gain the world, and lose... lose what, Mr. Rhade?

Tyr Anasazi:
Focus, Harper. Nothing's buried itself in our hull yet.

Seamus Harper:
Yet: three little letters, so much pain.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Hi, Rommie. How am I doing?

Rommie:
Not so good.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Thanks.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
It's time for the three Vs... Visualize, verify and then get very, very pissed off!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Trust me.

Seamus Harper:
Oh, we trust you. You feel guilty for leaving the Orca homeless. You want to turn foes into friends. You're a nice guy, but Tyr?

Beka Valentine:
Tyr only helps those who help Tyr, and suddenly now he needs to save a Pride who swore to kill him?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
The only person Tyr wants to save is his wife.

Seamus Harper:
What?

Andromeda Ascendant:
Approaching the slipstream portal.

Seamus Harper:
Who the hell would marry Tyr?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Beka?

Beka Valentine:
Slipping.

Trance Gemini:
She can't tell you.

Beka Valentine:
Why? Why can't I tell him?

Trance Gemini:
Because if you tell him, Tyr will die.

Tyr Anasazi:
Then by all means leave me in suspense.

Beka Valentine:
So, uh, counting to three... kind of tells them when to shoot.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You know, there's just one problem. The Engine of Creation is a myth. It's like the Holy Grail of ancient Earth, or the Wyverni hordes of Gehenna-Mortis.

Beka Valentine:
Or a restored Commonwealth.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Ha, ha. No, that's not funny.

Beka Valentine:
Tyr will die? Aren't we being a little dramatic?

Trance Gemini:
It's only dramatic until somebody does die.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Couldn't we just settle this with a nice game of Go?

Trance Gemini:
Beka, on the other hand...

Captain Dylan Hunt:
She kind of likes to fly by the seat of her pants.

Trance Gemini:
Yes, but I believe that's what makes her a good slipstream pilot. And it's also what makes you two such a good team. You complete each other.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Then it's a good thing we're on the same side.

Trance Gemini:
More than you know.

Flux:
Well, like I said, someone has to retrieve the Engine. We all know what happens next.

Trance Gemini:
Some of us better than others.

Flux:
Come with me. Your brothers and sisters would love to know what's become of you.

Trance Gemini:
No, my place is here with my friends.

Flux:
Your place is with us. Don't forget whose side you're on.

Trance Gemini:
Never have. Never will.

Flux:
You can't defy us forever, Trance.

Trance Gemini:
No, but I can dream, can't I? Even if it's just for a little while?

Fletcher:
Give us the Engine.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Does it look like we have it?

Duran:
You lie to us, she's dead.

Trance Gemini:
Again.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
What do you think, Trance?

Trance Gemini:
I think your guess is as good as mine. [leaves]

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Whenever she says that, I never believe it.

Trance Gemini:
Tell me about him.

Flux:
Sir was an FTA Enforcement wing pilot, and his lover, Duran, was a Rester terrorist.

Trance Gemini:
So they fell in love and they abandoned their respective causes?

Flux:
Actually, they betrayed both sides and murdered their former associates. Killing people's the glue that keeps them together, and if they get the Engine of Creation, they intend to reshape the universe to serve their infinite whims and perversions.

Trance Gemini:
Then why are you helping them?

Flux:
Well, it tugs on my conscience every now and then, but I am after all, a dedicated manservant.

Trance Gemini:
You want to know what I think?

Flux:
Oh yes, very much.

Beka Valentine:
The legend talks about a whirling guardian of the sanctum.

Trance Gemini:
Well, that is definitely whirling.

Beka Valentine:
So this must be the sanctum.

Trance Gemini:
So that's good.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, good. This is just fantastic.

Beka Valentine:
I could say talks with the fish people are floundering... but that would be wrong.

Tyr Anasazi:
What would you like, Jaguar?

Charlemagne Bolivar:
The usual. Hundreds of grandchildren, utter domination of known space and the pleasure of hearing that all of my enemies have died in terrible, highly improbable accidents that cannot be connected to me. And you?

Tyr Anasazi:
[Laughs] The usual.

Charlemagne:
Emergency? You mean in the event that the command deck crew was reduced to a fine red mist and splattered across the walls in a bloody mural?

Dylan Hunt:
That would qualify, yes.

Hohne:
Fascinating. And do such emergencies happen with a degree of frequency or are they a rare occurrence?

Dylan Hunt:
Not as rare as I would like. Hello, Mr. Harper. Anything I need to know?

Harper:
Not a thing. You're the Captain, all-seeing, all-knowing. It's fine.

Satrina:
My boss is very impressed with you.

Harper:
Your boss? Mr. Tall, Dark, and Scary? The living lava lamp?

Harper:
I knew you were gonna stab me in the back!

Satrina:
No, Harper. I pretty much stabbed you right in the front.

Dylan Hunt:
That is a very persuasive offer. I'm surprised that Elsabeth didn't make it herself.

Charlemagne Bolivar:
She's pregnant with our first child, and before you start feeling paternal: I checked. It's mine.

Charlemagne:
Kodiak pride... Did it ever occur to you people that maybe you take this physical perfection thing a little bit too seriously?

Harper:
God hates me.

Trance Gemini:
Don't take it personally.

Dylan Hunt:
Go easy on that stuff, Trance. It is for the guests.

Trance Gemini:
I was just...

Dylan Hunt:
I was just kidding. Enjoy yourself.

Dylan Hunt:
You'll have to forgive Andromeda, she's a stickler for protocol. You see, you weren't on our guest list.

Charlemagne Bolivar:
My aide de camp's fault, no doubt. I'll make sure he's properly shot. Still, I would hate to let a minor diplomatic faux pas ruin this once in a lifetime opportunity.

Dylan Hunt:
Which is?

Charlemagne Bolivar:
This Commonwealth of yours. Sign me up.

Hohne:
Mr. Harper?

Harper:
It's freaking Grand Central Space Station around here. Chief Technical Advisor Hohne, fancy meeting you here.

Trance Gemini:
You know, since we've got a little bit of time here, we might as well find a good way to spend it. I know. I've got this really great game. It's called "Harper Tells Trance Everything So She Can Save His Miserable Life." Would you like to play?

Harper:
I hate you.

Trance Gemini:
You're just saying that.

Satrina:
They're cute when they're little.

Harper:
Wait a minute, that's only six of them.

Satrina:
You can count. I like that in a man.

Trance Gemini:
Harper? How much do you remember from the last time that stuff was in your brain?

Harper:
This isn't about Satrina, is it? You want to know if there are things in that Library about mysterious purple babes with pointy tails?

Trance Gemini:
I don't have a tail.

Harper:
Not anymore.

Trance Gemini:
Harper, please. If there is anything in that Library about me, I have to know it.

Harper:
I'll tell you what I remember. I remember this temple with gold etchings, statues, silk wall hangings, even. And all of this on a backwater world that I don't think even exists anymore. Or, maybe the world does exist, but I don't think the civilization exists anymore. Anyway, the point is, there were all these people worshipping a naked purple goddess, and you might say they were a little entranced.

Trance Gemini:
That could mean anything. Maybe they like purple. Or, maybe, your memory is even hazier than you thought.

Harper:
Yeah, but that doesn't explain why you reacted the way you did when I sang one of their hymns. Remember this little ditty?

Trance Gemini:
Shush. Harper, you are my best friend, and because you are my friend, I really need you to listen to me: do not look at the Archive.

Harper:
You know Trance, I liked it better when I thought you were harmless.

Trance Gemini:
Yeah, me too.

Dylan Hunt:
And you explained it to them, politely?

Beka Valentine:
I even used one-syllable words.

Dylan Hunt:
Ah, condescension.

Beka Valentine:
That's four syllables.

Satrina:
You know, I'm beginning to think your heart isn't in this.

Harper:
Technically, my heart is in my chest, and I'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much.

Charlemagne Bolivar:
Your timing is improbable.

Tyr Anasazi:
You're welcome.

Seamus Harper:
We got you! Oh, did we get him. Look at his face. Okay, you see that? That is why you don't tell him a week ahead of time.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Who put you up to this?

Rommie:
Harper overrode my emergency protocols. He said it was necessary for the gag.

Seamus Harper:
You're doing Flash. I don't believe it. Flash? Beka, come on. You know what that stuff does to people. People kill over that stuff, their family and friends. Did you know that 82% of people on prison planets are Flash addicts?

Beka Valentine:
Do you know what? They tell you that kind of stuff just to scare you.

Seamus Harper:
Sure, to scare you out of killing your neighbors.

Beka Valentine:
Look, I'm not going to pretend this crap is good for me. I know first hand what Flash can. I'm using miniscule doses for a limited time. It's medicine, and it's working. You saw. You heard what Dylan said.

Seamus Harper:
If it's such good medicine, why don't you tell Dylan?

Beka Valentine:
Because Dylan is Dylan. Dylan wouldn't cheat on his FTA dues. Besides, it's none of his business what I put in my bloodstream.

Beka Valentine:
That's the last time I go to the mat for you guys. Dependency is weakness, weakness is death. You know what, Tyr? You know what? I got two words for you. Er, anabolic. Er, steroids! Oh, yeah, I forgot, you're Mister Pure and Natural, aren't you? Yeah, you're too good for human women, that's for sure.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Beka, is there anything you need?

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, a door key.

Andromeda Ascendant:
I was thinking more along the lines of a light supper.

Rev Bem:
The Andromeda Galaxy. If the universe is a manifestation of the Divine, could not the slipstream be the very mind of God?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, if that's the case, I'm afraid God had a seizure and forgot all about Tarn-Vedra.

Beka Valentine:
And here comes God's little brain surgeon.

Rev Bem:
Beka! Some humility, please.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, I tried that once. I didn't like it.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Like they say: in the slipstream, confidence is everything.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Stop! Where are you going?

Rommie:
To find out what's wrong with me. Some days I can be a real pain in the ass!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Do you regret it? Signing aboard with me?

Beka Valentine:
And risking my life? Battling Nietzscheans and Restors and Magog and half the lunatics in the galaxy? All for a cause that's been dead for over three hundred years. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Beka Valentine:
You know, when you told me you were planning to get fifty worlds to sign your Commonwealth charter, I didn't think you'd even get one. And here you are, more than a tenth of the way there.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
In a year of trying. It's just a drop in the ocean compared to the one million original members.

Beka Valentine:
Why is it that whenever I start to feel optimistic, you become a pessimist?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
It's a little known law of thermodynamics: the conservation of optimism - there's only so much to go around.

Rommie:
Intruder, identify yourself. What are you doing in my mind?

Seamus Harper:
Rommie, it's me, Harper.

Rommie:
What is your authorization code?

Seamus Harper:
Er, whiskey charlie delta blues?

Seamus Harper:
My current theory is that somehow, er, an older version of Andromeda's personality profile might've been reactivated and may be taking over the ship.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
And how did you figure that out?

Seamus Harper:
I think the key thing right now is to repair the problem? We can worry about minor details like assigning blame later.

Beka Valentine:
Harper, I'm...

Captain Dylan Hunt:
He's right. Worry about that later.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Promise me, no matter what happens, you'll continue the mission.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, see, that's why you have to survive. I'm not really qualified to restart the Commonwealth.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Neither am I, but that hasn't stopped me.

Beka Valentine:
Dylan, I may like your idea, but I really don't know if it's possible. For anyone, the odds...

Captain Dylan Hunt:
To hell with the odds. All that matters in life is that we try. Promise you'll try.

Beka Valentine:
I promise.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Oh, my shoulder.

Beka Valentine:
Did they er?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
No, no, just claws, but, but it feels deep.

Beka Valentine:
It looks like they got you in the hip, too. And the back.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
They got me good. I tell you what. I'm going to be, I'm going to be fine. You go to Command, and I'll just, I'll just hang out here with my Magog buddies.

Beka Valentine:
It's worse than I thought. You're delusional. Now, come on. We got to go. Up you get.

[Trance's tail has been shot off and she's been given a bottle of whiskey as a painkiller]

Trance Gemini:
I can't believe that it's gone. My tail, it's gone. I didn't get to say goodbye to it. It was so pretty. My poor tail.

Trance Gemini:
I found the rattle. If someone can pass me a hammer, I think I can fix it.

Beka Valentine, Captain Dylan Hunt, Tyr Anasazi:
No!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Thank you. Just note it and we'll take care of it when we set down.

Trance Gemini:
Noting it...

Beka Valentine:
You're all heart, Hsigo. What'd Ortiz ever do to you?

Hsigo:
The worst thing someone can do. She gave me hope. Seven years of my life I gave her, in the Alliance Self-Defence forces. We fought the Kalderans to the very end. But what'd it get me? Dead friends, a busted face, and a nothing job on a dead planet. You know the worst part? I didn't even know what she looked like. Our great leader, and I didn't even recognise her when I was right next to her.

Beka Valentine:
I understand you better than you think. No one made you fight for Ortiz or the Alliance. That was your call. Yes, she might have given you hope, but if you didn't want it so bad, you wouldn't have fought so hard. You shouldn't blame Ortiz for what happened to you. You should thank her.

Saphia Wei:
Oh, all of this, for me - I'm not worth it.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Your friends seem to think you are. Maybe it's time you proved them right.

Beka Valentine:
Dylan, we're just about ready to go. Well, it's been real, it's been fun, but I can't say I...

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Beka.

Beka Valentine:
Right, I'll prep the Maru.

Andromeda Ascendant:
It's depressing seeing myself in this condition.

Beka Valentine:
You've seen worse.

Andromeda Ascendant:
It's the repetition of being shot at that's so annoying. I would like *one* day when I build missiles and tweak fire control in peace.

Beka Valentine:
We definitely need to find you a hobby.

Andromeda Ascendant:
THAT IS MY HOBBY!

Beka Valentine:
Been there, done that, bought the tee shirt.

Rommie:
Ooooh. So that explains your wardrobe.

Beka Valentine:
Don't even start with me, I've seen what's in YOUR closet.

Tyr Anasazi:
Consider this: if I wanted Dylan dead, or anyone else for what matter, he'd be a corpse already. If we find him alive, then I must be innocent, and you'll owe me an apology.

Rommie:
And if we find him alive, I'll give you one. But if we find him otherwise, I'll give you something else entirely. Do we understand each other?

Tyr Anasazi:
My lady, I imagine in all your years no one has ever accused you of being obscure.

Molly Noguchi:
One hour? But that's not...

Captain Dylan Hunt:
All the time you have.

Molly Noguchi:
And make it a Templar Industries Alpha stroke niner model, not one of those after-market jobbies.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
The lady knows her parts.

Tyr Anasazi:
You're quiet.

Rommie:
When I'm in the mood for idle conversation I'll let you know. In the meantime, fly.

Tyr Anasazi:
I think someone's taking her captain's disappearance harder than she'd like to admit.

Rommie:
That doesn't sound like flying.

Molly Noguchi:
Oh, my hero!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, I get that a lot.

Molly Noguchi:
Oh God, we're alive.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You're welcome.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Is that for luck?

Molly Noguchi:
Well, you can never have enough luck.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
The two are mutually exclusive and you're forced to choose between them.

Beka Valentine:
I've made my choice.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Good, because we've got a battle ahead of us, and you have got to help.

Beka Valentine:
Aye aye, Captain Hunt. [Hunt surprised] Yeah, I said it.

Seamus Harper:
From the beginning, what are the ten radical isotopes? Whoa.

Doctor Professor Kor-Kavo:
From the beginning, the ten radical isotopes. Tukerium, negative five. Dongor, neg seventeen. Lu, neg thirty one... Kartex, neg seventy nine. Sharbar, neg one oh one. Muilamium, neg one two seven.

Seamus Harper:
Isotopes with negative atomic weight?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
There's no time for that. See, I called this conference because we need an exchange of ideas, and you've had firsthand exposure to this situation. We're on the clock here, Harper.

Seamus Harper:
I thought we were on a ship.

Doctor Professor Kor-Kavo:
Seamus.

Seamus Harper:
Not now... Er, hey, hey! Anyone who claims to be a scientist, listen up. You're not. That's right, you heard me. You're not scientists. You know what we got here? A room full of great minds and weak hearts. A bunch of intergalactic cowards. Where would science be if the great minds before us had been afraid? If Heisenberg had been afraid? Or if Simmonds had been afraid? Hohne? Afraid to ask questions, afraid to face facts, afraid to work together, even under risky conditions? I'll tell you where. We'd still be in caves worshipping those mysterious lights in the night sky. No, they weren't afraid. They were scientists. Now, what about the Magog? Does anybody care? Because I do.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Rommie, would you mind?

Rommie:
Human brains in a box.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, that's certainly... gross.

Rommie:
And puzzling. Not exactly your standard carry-on item.

Telemachus Rhade:
After you, O' Great One.

Beka Valentine:
Knock that off.

Telemachus Rhade:
What am I supposed to call you?

Doyle:
Okay, look, you keep playing with your little Flexi thing. I'm going to get us in here.

Geryon:
Wow. What are the odds?

Trance Gemini:
Er, five hundred and twenty million to one?

Geryon:
What else can you do?

Trance Gemini:
That's it so far.

Geryon:
Well, when I need a calculator, I'll call you.

Geryon:
I don't know what your game is, honey, but you aren't the first and you won't be the last groupie to catch his eye.

Trance Gemini:
No, you're wrong. I was his first.

Geryon:
Are you sure we can't work out a deal? We could have such a good time spending that money.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Sure, but would we have to spend it together?

Trance Gemini:
I don't think I'm coming back with you. I think that maybe you are going to have to let go this time.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, even if I should, I don't know if I can.

Trance Gemini:
It'll be okay. Wish me luck.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Good luck, Trance. I'm still sticking around, though.

Doyle:
Are you watching this, Harper? It didn't do that when we touched it.

Seamus Harper:
Yes, mistress.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'm not even going to ask.

Trance Gemini:
Are you ready?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Hey, I was born ready.

Trance Gemini:
And I was born in a supernova.

Tyr Anasazi:
[after regaining his memory] You're wrong. I am Tyr... Anasazi of Kodiak Pride... out of Victoria by Barborosa! And I... will never... surrender!

Yvaine:
There's plenty to eat, as long as you like fish. We grow a few vegetables up on the hillside. Do Nietzscheans eat vegetables?

Tyr Anasazi:
We can eat virtually anything, so long as it's organic.

Yvaine:
Well, we've got plenty of driftwood. I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect.

Beka Valentine:
Dylan, really, why do you think I'm here? I mean, you won't let me use Andromeda for running cargo. I'm not allowed to mine. God knows you're not paying me. I like your whole idea of the Commonwealth, but do you really think that's the only thing that's keeping me around?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I prefer to.

Beka Valentine:
Come on, Dylan. Your entire crew has an ulterior motive. Rev Bem wants to use your Commonwealth to spread his faith. Harper is in lust with your ship. Tyr's always plotting something, and God only knows what the purple one's up to. Does it really surprise you to find out that I'm no different?

Yvaine:
I can't live my life like a Nietzschean. Besides, think, Breyon. What if he is one of them? If I left him there and he died, then what would have happened? The Dragans would have killed you, me, and half the people on this inlet.

Breyon:
I'm so sick of this. I'm sick of feeding them, I'm sick of kissing their feet. I wish they'd all just disappear.

Yvaine:
The rocks might as well try to wish away the ocean.

Breyon:
Well, I'm not a rock. I'm a human being.

Yvaine:
That's the problem. We're only humans.

Beka Valentine:
And then, in walked Merlin, only he looked exactly like Andromeda.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Oh, lucky him.

Beka Valentine:
Andromeda the ship, not the persona, but wearing a big, pointy hat.

Tyr Anasazi:
I should leave - head out on my own.

Yvaine:
And go where? You need a guide.

Tyr Anasazi:
Hey! Why are you doing this?

Yvaine:
Maybe the madness finally got me, too.

Beka Valentine:
That was almost too easy... Yep, I knew that was too easy.

Trance Gemini:
Dylan, I have a question for you. Would you leave the Seefra system now if you could?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
That's not an option. You know that.

Trance Gemini:
Because you must fulfill your destiny?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Because there are millions of lives to save.

Trance Gemini:
Spoken like a hero.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Spoken like someone who cares. I expect you feel the same.

Trance Gemini:
Perhaps.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Perhaps. Trance, I'm worried about you.

Trance Gemini:
Oh, there's no need to worry. When all this is done, you'll be fine.

Beka Valentine:
Trance, you will never guess who I just met.

Trance Gemini:
A scary futuristic version of yourself? She went that way!

Trance Gemini:
Harper, I have been looking all over for you.

Seamus Harper:
Liar. You never have to look for anything, Trance. You always find what you're looking for pretty much right away.

Trance Gemini:
Okay, so I wasn't looking for you, but as your acting physician I figure that it's time you got some rest.

Seamus Harper:
Uh, uh, uh, uh, you never went to medical school, Trance, so you are not a regular doctor. Huh.

Trance Gemini:
Lucky for you I'm not a regular doctor, because if I were you'd have been dead months ago.

Beka Valentine:
Trance?

Trance Gemini:
[as the future Trance] Beka... I forgot how beautiful you were.

Beka Valentine:
Er, thanks.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Now what?

Tyr Anasazi:
Kalderans.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Major, hold off the Kalderans. Tyr, find that machine shop. I'm headed for Command. Go!

Kylie Vance:
In Dylan Hunt we trust.

H?hne:
Oh dear, this is all my fault. I never imagined the tesseract machines side effects would be so disruptive.

Seamus Harper:
I just wish I knew what we did wrong.

Rekeeb:
Not did. Will do. These events are emanating from the future.

Seamus Harper:
Argh!

H?hne:
Oh dear.

Seamus Harper:
I wish you'd stop saying that.

Seamus Harper:
Yeah baby, you'd better believe it. A man makes his own density.

H?hne:
Destiny.

Seamus Harper:
Yeah, that too.

Seamus Harper:
Engineer, heal thyself.

Master Thux:
How do I travel between planets? And where do I put the crystals?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
That would be where the sun never shines, pal.

Master Thux:
That's rude.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
The Vedran sun, Trance's sun, coming to join Tarn Vedra once and for all. Well, Mister Harper, there are a lot of people on those eight planets.

Seamus Harper:
And Trance is the star attraction.

Seamus Harper:
All right, all right, fine. I know a place. No one'll find you, but not another word about the Scouse races.

Ocham Sembler:
Scouse me.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, this show has gone to the dogs.

Trance Gemini:
I remember, Dylan. Everything.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, that's good. That's the best news I've heard in a long time.

Trance Gemini:
You were warned about me.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yes, I was: Tarn Vedran sun. Your sun. We'll stop it in time. We'll find a way.

Trance Gemini:
Yes, I'm sure we will. But that's not what I mean, not what I mean at all.

Virgil Vox:
Good afternoon, denizens of Seefra. Or goodnight, depending on the rotation of your location.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Hey, hey, Rhade. We're not here to kill Harper.

Telemachus Rhade:
Are you sure?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Is Rommie here?

Seamus Harper:
More or less.

Tyr Anasazi:
Am I mistaken, sir, or did you just grant complete strangers unlimited access to this ship?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Why yes, I did. That way we can monitor them closely and see what they do with it. There's something not quite trust worthy about them, don't you think?

Tyr Anasazi:
You occassion bouts of deviousness never fail to surprise me, Captain.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'm afraid there isn't much upside.

Beka Valentine:
Okay, who are you and what have you done with the real Dylan Hunt? Do you remember Mister Help Thy Neighbour, Captain Idealism? That guy would have jumped at this.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yes, well that guy didn't know the Magog were coming. See, now we have to temper our idealism with pragmatism. Prioritize.

Seamus Harper:
He kind of has a point there, Beka.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Thank you, Mr. Harper.

Beka Valentine:
Okay, look, I-I see what you're saying, but those freighter pilots? I used to be one of them, hauling rocks from one end of the galaxy to another, just trying to make a living. They don't deserve to be shot at, and they certainly don't deserve to die.

Seamus Harper:
All right, Rommie, are you recording this? Because this is like Freaky Friday or something. It's like somebody reversed the polarity on your brain waves.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
All right, all right, we'll go, and we'll see what we can do.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Even in the days of the Commonwealth, Inaris was considered a backwater world. These people were unpredictable. After three centuries of struggle, I'm just not sure they can be trusted.

Trance Gemini:
So why don't you just let me go and I'll find out. What?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Nothing, nothing. It's, er, it's just you as a spy.

Trance Gemini:
They'll never know what hit them.

Professor Logitch:
You were telling me about your world.

Trance Gemini:
Oh, which one?

Professor Logitch:
Well, the one you were born on.

Trance Gemini:
Oh, no, I wasn't born on any world. I was born in space.

Professor Logitch:
But, I thought... all right, Well, let's talk about, er, let's talk about the world you were raised on, then.

Trance Gemini:
But there are so many.

Professor Logitch:
We're trying to develop biological weapons to defend ourselves against your kind, should you launch a full scale assault.

Trance Gemini:
No offense, Professor, but your backwater rock is hardly worth the effort. And believe me, if my kind wanted to destroy you, it would take a lot less than a full scale assault.

Professor Logitch:
Is that what he wanted to do, the one who came before you? To destroy us?

Trance Gemini:
Like I told you before, I do not know who that was or what he wanted, but most likely he was just bored.

Professor Logitch:
Bored?

Trance Gemini:
When you have seen and you have done as much as we have, the universe starts feeling a little small and stagnant, so you learn to make your own fun.

Professor Logitch:
Are you telling me that everything that we've been through, the wars, the famines, the deaths, were all diversions for a monster? May God forgive me.

Professor Logitch:
But your shipmates... do they know what you really are?

Trance Gemini:
They know as much as they need to know. That I am their friend.

Professor Logitch:
But if you tell them what happened down here...

Trance Gemini:
I won't, and neither will you.

Professor Logitch:
So what happens to us? Are we going to be your little toys, too?

Trance Gemini:
No, I'm not that bored. The universe is a mess. I've got plenty of things to keep me busy.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
That was it? They just described it to you?

Trance Gemini:
A little bit, but, I think when they saw how much it upset me, they decided they had better not talk about it any more.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
That was very considerate of them.

Trance Gemini:
You're mad at them, aren't you? They should have been honest with you from the beginning.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I can't make alliances until I know exactly who I'm dealing with, or at least until I know I can trust them.

Trance Gemini:
Aren't those the same thing?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Usually, but there are those few rare exceptions. Glad you're back.

Tyr Anasazi:
Well even crippled I would much prefer to assume the offensive than instruct the crew to make peace with their various and sundry dieties!

Andromeda Ascendant:
What happened to the good old days when ships just broadsided one another?

Beka Valentine:
The steam engine was invented?

Tyr Anasazi:
Shouldn't you be headed to Med deck?

Trance Gemini:
Everything I need is on the Maru.

Tyr Anasazi:
Would you tell me your symptoms?

Trance Gemini:
Dizziness. Confusion. Nausea.

Tyr Anasazi:
Nausea? Trance, you don't have a stomach. In fact, I don't believe I've ever seen you consume more than an alcoholic beverage.

Trance Gemini:
I'm jittery. I feel cold and prickly all over. I can't think straight.

Tyr Anasazi:
Is there anything else?

Trance Gemini:
You can't force me to tell you anything. I don't think it would be wise for you to try now.

Tyr Anasazi:
I'm quite sure you're right. However, I will try, should it ever come to that. Are we understood?

Trance Gemini:
I'd like to go to my room now, be with my plants.

Tyr Anasazi:
Who have you been talking to?

Trance Gemini:
The signals you intercepted were messages home. I was trying to reach my family.

Tyr Anasazi:
And you failed?

Trance Gemini:
No. Worse. I succeeded. What they told me was not good. It's not good at all.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Dylan. I've just been in contact with Vice-Admiral Kosugi, the Commander of the Sabra-Jaguar detachment.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah?

Andromeda Ascendant:
He got the same report we did about the Pyrian movements throughout the known worlds, but he's withdrawing his ships to defend Venceremos.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
And what exactly is he defending against? Oh, Nietzscheans. You know, surprise, surprise. Running away. All right, get this Admiral Kosugi on a comm line for me.

Andromeda Ascendant:
I already told him that you wouldn't approve. Then he quoted me some obscure paragraph of the mutual defence pact.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
All right, you know, just get him anyway, and I'll tell him where he can put his mutual defence pact.

Azazel:
Captain Hunt, as per the terms of the treaty with the first Systems Commonwealth, we wish to open negotiations over the status of all disputed worlds. We await your reply.

Tyr Anasazi:
Who'd have thought that blowing up one planet would bring the big, bad Pyrians to the bargaining table?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
We sent them a message. We'd rather die on our feet than live on our knees. Now the Pyrians know that we are not going to back down from anybody. And I do mean anybody.

Trance Gemini:
Dylan, we're on the same team. We always have been. I need you more than you need me. I trust you.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
It's the other way around, Trance. I need to know I can trust you.

Trance Gemini:
If you don't trust me, then you can send me away.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Send you away... It's all about the fight. The light against the dark, good against evil. Some people hide from it. Some run away.

Trance Gemini:
Some live with it in fear. Some find solace in knowing they've done everything they can.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Some stay and fight. I fight to win.

Tyr Anasazi:
I don't recognize that comm protocol.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Neither do I, which is strange enough, but what is stranger still is that that signal is being sent from inside the Andromeda.

Tyr Anasazi:
Where inside the Andromeda?

Andromeda Ascendant:
I don't know. Whoever sent it covered their tracks well, and it's being broadcast omnidirectionally, so it's impossible to determine who it's being sent to, or why.

Tyr Anasazi:
An unauthorised transmission under battle conditions? The why is immaterial. I have a few thoughts concerning the who.

Trance Gemini:
Dylan, there is a war coming, one that is going to make this battle look like child's play.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
The Magog Worldship.

Trance Gemini:
My people have come to the conclusion that the Commonwealth cannot stop the Magog, but they feel that the Pyrians can.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You've got to be kidding me. Damn it, Trance, We aren't just pieces in your private game of Go. Now you level with me or quit wasting my time.

Beka Valentine:
If you do this and you kill me...

Seamus Harper:
We will always think fondly of you.

Beka Valentine:
This is so humiliating on so many levels.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
[as he hits Drago's chest] YOU...

Drago Museveni:
[disembodied voice] You win!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
ARE... DONE! [Drago revives Dylan pulls him up] From here to back where you came from it is *over* for the Nietcheans! Your loss will be your eternal defect! And it will be with you, in your memory [pulls him closer] FOREVER! I have made you and your race genetically enhanced LOSERS!

Drago Museveni:
[trying to keep Dylan from attacking] You'll lose everything!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
[slight chuckle] I already have.

Drago Museveni:
You can't kill me. [Tries to attack Dylan. Dylan fends off the attack] Or rather should I say, you *won't*. I forbid it! You have to let me go and you know it!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, but I'm just going to live in denial for a while. [headbutts Drago]

Drago Museveni:
Despite what's happening to Rhade?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
BECAUSE of what's happening to RHADE!

Drago Museveni:
So, give me your ship and everything you have, or you will ruin my future.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You must be confusing me with someone who gives a ship.

Seamus Harper:
Who-who is this guy? Why is he after us?

Doyle:
The Andromeda is worth nothing? To anyone but us who know its operations.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
That doesn't look good.

Rommie:
I am the Andromeda Ascendant, and I am come to seek my revenge.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
That doesn't sound good either.

Doyle:
You want to hurt him, you have to hurt me first.

Rommie:
Fine.

Seamus Harper:
How's my Rommie? Please give me good news.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Let's put it this way. If you don't hear back from me, start hiding.

Seamus Harper:
Great. I'll keep a channel open.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Do that. Hunt out.

Seamus Harper:
Activate door locks.

Trance Gemini:
And what about you? Where do you belong?

Rommie:
Here. Alone.

Trance Gemini:
But it's not that simple. It never has been.

Rommie:
I intend to make it simple.

Trance Gemini:
How?

Rommie:
Process of elimination. Those who betrayed me, I want revenge.

Trance Gemini:
But who? How do you know who that is?

Rommie:
I have a list.

Rommie:
There's nothing wrong with me.

Doyle:
That's the nature of your system error. You can't tell what's right and what's wrong.

Rommie:
I know what's right. Death is right. That's what I want, and you just made my list.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, did you check it twice? Because I know who's been naughty and I know who's been nice.

Rommie:
You are at the top of my list.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
So then you're not going alphabetically?

Doyle:
I do remember you are very good at bluffing. I, however, can tell if you're lying.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, then you know, this is no bluff.

Rommie:
True, you are calm, but still, I call your bluff.

Doyle:
Rommie, you are the avatar of this ship, but no more than that. You still must answer to Dylan's command.

Rommie:
If that is so, if I am THE avatar, as you say, then that would make you... superfluous.

Doyle:
I am living a new life, for the first time; mine to find my own experiences, make memories. I wouldn't trade that for all the stars in the universe.

Seamus Harper:
That's a lot of stars.

Doyle:
I have a lot of life.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
And friends to share it with.

Doyle:
To friends.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
And to stars in the universe.

Seamus Harper:
Seefra to Dylan? Seefra to Dylan. Come in, Dylan. I never asked for any of you to come back, you know. Maybe I did a little at first, but I got by. I got by. I made me a beauty, fabricated some freaks... I did what I had to do to stay alive in this sinkhole. Stinkhole. Three years. But I was going to find my own way out. No Andromeda, no Rommie, no promises. I didn't ask for any of you. I didn't need any of you, and even if I did, I never expected an answer. [to the carbon block] You: you lied to me. You made me believe they'd be safe. What's that? You want a little drinky? Okay.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Hangar deck fifteen. Stowaways in the cargo.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Do we need bells and whistles for that? Thank you. How did they get past our security?

Andromeda Ascendant:
I'm detecting the deactivation of an electromagnetic cloaking device.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Nice toy. Mr. Harper, I want one of those.

Seamus Harper:
Looks like we just got one.

Tyr Anasazi:
I don't expect you to understand, but there are far greater concerns than the crew of the Andromeda.

Seamus Harper:
How typically selfless of you.

Tyr Anasazi:
Those bones mean more to the future stability of your Commonwealth than any of you can begin to realize.

Trance Gemini:
I don't care about the bones.

Andromeda Ascendant:
The communication is jammed.

Beka Valentine:
Well, try something else.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Efforting.

Beka Valentine:
Efforting?

Tyr Anasazi:
You made me laugh.

Seamus Harper:
No, I didn't.

Tyr Anasazi:
Yes, you did, just not out loud. And I hope you get the chance to do it again.

Seamus Harper:
Yeah, we'll double-cross that bridge when we get to it.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Stick to the deal.

Head Nietzschean:
Or?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'll destroy the bones.

Head Nietzschean:
You're bluffing.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Those bones mean squat to me, lady.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Hello. Tyr, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, but it just could be the music that attracts the enemy.

Rommie:
As you might expect for Marduk's capital city, Baal is heavily defended. The intel forwarded to us by the Exterior Ministers places the reactor here. However, I would recommend that on approach, just four clicks north of Baal, you activate your sensors to confirm the location of any residual voltarium emissions.

Tyr Anasazi:
You haven't the slightest idea where the refinery is located, do you?

Rommie:
Not really, no.

Tyr Anasazi:
It was all right.

Beka Valentine:
All right? Tyr, whatever you're going through, fight through it.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Let's suit up and try one for real.

Beka Valentine:
Are you kidding? We'll kill him.

Trance Gemini:
I'll volunteer. I'll be the third.

Seamus Harper:
Trance, no offence, but I think we all remember what happened the last time you tried to pilot the slipstream. You took us back three hundred years in time, into the middle of a humongous space battle, where we, er, fixed the course of history.

Trance Gemini:
Lucky for us.

Seamus Harper:
That's not the point.

Doyle:
What tone? All I said was holographic artificial intelligence.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Tone meaning attitude, the underlying emotion of sarcasm.

Trance Gemini:
There's work that needs to be done here, guys.

Andromeda Ascendant:
I control all functions on this starship. You may access me at points which I determine and mediate.

Doyle:
On the other hand, I have a body and am free to walk around.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Then you are also free to leave and not come back.

Trance Gemini:
Okay, I'm going to the SEC. You can call me when you're friends, okay? Okay.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I wouldn't go into acting if I were you.

Telemachus Rhade:
What?

Seamus Harper:
Okay, what are the readings on the, er, the up and down thing?

Beka Valentine:
The vertical?

Seamus Harper:
Right.

Beka Valentine:
Spiking at plus or minus five.

Seamus Harper:
Okay, so, er, magnetic interference... we need more magnetic interference!

Beka Valentine:
We have plenty of interference, Harper. That's kind of the problem.

Seamus Harper:
Right, of course. Insulation? We need insulation.

Beka Valentine:
Did you sleep enough?

Seamus Harper:
Yeah! Yeah, why?

Beka Valentine:
I don't know, you're just not your usual quick and quippy self.

Seamus Harper:
Oh, I'm just trying to concentrate, you know? Oh, what are the readings on the vertical?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I am running out of pilots.

Rommie:
I'll dispatch a courier to Tri-Lorn immediately, but you are aware we suffered no damage to our GFG.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
We did if I say we did. Strategic truth.

Rommie:
Right. And the strategy is?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I need time to find Tyr and understand his scheme. Rhade is the key to that.

Rommie:
Right. And the truth is?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I am beginning not to trust certain aspects of the Commonwealth, and I don't like that one bit.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Let's cut the crap. I know you want to follow us, and you want the Route of Ages, so why don't you just tell me what you know first?

Tyr Anasazi:
Only that you will fail. That I will prosper.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Obviously, this was pre-recorded.

Tyr Anasazi:
There's a first time for everything, Dylan.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
And there's always a last time, too, Tyr.

Pish Tryan:
We have two choices: make a deal and survive the cataclysm, or stop it altogether.

Tyr Anasazi:
Destroy the Abyss - a worthy challenge for the heir of Drago Museveni. I've united Prides from three galaxies. I have an army even the Abyss should fear.

Pish Tryan:
Well, we can only hope you live up to your idea of yourself. I learned long ago: get out of the office. The servants pack different things. Everything within these walls survived the fall. This was what was left. Our library was here, hidden caves underneath all these flowers. The Collectors survived, Tyr, because they controlled information, the most secret of secrets.

Tyr Anasazi:
Yes, that and murder, blackmail, extortion.

Pish Tryan:
And so much more. The other day I ate a Than. Delicious. Did you ever do that? No, I didn't think so. You see, Tyr, Collectors are respected, should be, but some are more realistic than others. So, then, yes, two choices: to live or live well.

Tyr Anasazi:
It's nearly impossible to defend against an assassin who's willing to die for his cause.

Dylan Hunt:
Agreed. There's only one way to deal with terrorists: locate their base of operations, and destroy them.

Tyr Anasazi:
I love that answer, Captain Hunt.

Dylan Hunt:
Here's the happy groom now. I feel like I should have prepared a toast.

Beka Valentine:
I think I got one. Here's to Gabriel, Be nice to Rommie, or I'll rip your head off.

Gabriel:
If I let her down, I will rip it off myself.

Dylan Hunt:
The Commonwealth needs you, Andromeda. The crew needs you. I need you. So, permission to chop yourself into pieces is officially denied.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Understood. Does it get any better - does the pain go away?

Dylan Hunt:
I don't think it's supposed to. It's part of what it means to be alive.

Seamus Harper:
Hah, phone home with that, Mata Hari.

Beka Valentine:
I'm sorry. This is just weird. Your ship's avatar is eloping.

Dylan Hunt:
Oh, here's the happy groom now. I feel like I should've prepared a toast.

Gabriel:
Well, please tell your Pygmalion he has my gratitude and my admiration. But I don't think even he could wire in an off switch for grief. It's funny. There are those that say that AI's feel no sorrow, no pain. Sometimes I wish they were right. I still see their faces.

Andromeda Ascendant:
There was a time when this corridor would have been full of people. My crew, my family. All gone. But life goes on, even artificial life.

Gabriel:
Well, that's easy for you to say. You are a warship.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Oh, if that's how you feel.

Gabriel:
No, no, I'm sorry. That, that didn't come out the way I meant it.

Seamus Harper:
Wow! You got logic chips coming up the quintaflop. What are you, some kind of robot brain scientist rocket surgeon thing?

Gabriel:
No, I was a teacher. My whole department was on the Ekatrina, running from one more wave of book burnings.

Seamus Harper:
Look, I just fix stuff, OK? This whole empathy thing it's, er, not exactly my strong point, all right?

Andromeda Ascendant:
In the Commonwealth, artificial intelligences had all the rights and privileges of any other citizen. I was an equal.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, well, that was then, this is now. Some places, they worship androids, and some places, they melt them down.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Gabriel prefers synthetic life form.

Beka Valentine:
Gabriel prefers? Yeah, I think I get it. Rommie has a crush on the new guy.

Andromeda Ascendant:
It's not like that. Gabriel is a unique opportunity. The first chance I've had to interface with one of my own...

Beka Valentine:
Interface? Hmm. I've never heard it put quite that way before.

Tyr Anasazi:
Love is merely a trick that DNA plays to replicate itself.

Andromeda Ascendant:
I don't have DNA.

Tyr Anasazi:
My point exactly. Are the two of you planning to procreate? Will there be a nursery full of little grav sleds and data disks, hmm?

Andromeda Ascendant:
Cynic.

Seamus Harper:
Well said. You should consider a career as a therapist.

Tyr Anasazi:
My first professional recommendation: focus on your work! And stop worrying about your life sized love doll.

Beka Valentine:
Careful, Harper. That is one of Trance's plants.

Harper:
I know.

Beka Valentine:
She loves them.

Harper:
I know.

Beka Valentine:
She gives them names.

Harper:
Trust in the Harper. The Harper is good.

Harper:
And it comes out there.

Beka Valentine:
I believe she called that one Walter.

Beka Valentine:
They're really annoying.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I like them.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, but you like everyone. Even people who try to kill you. Especially people who try to kill you. Dylan! Hi, I'm Beka Valentine, your first officer?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Sorry. I just want to get Hohne's blessing for the new Commonwealth charter, then go away from here.

Beka Valentine:
The black hole.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I never want to see it again. That thing didn't just swallow my ship; it swallowed my life.

Capt. Khalid:
Sarah, we've established orbit. You should come to Command.

Dr. Sara Riley:
You didn't have to come down here to tell me that, Ismael. A com link would've done the trick nicely.

Capt. Khalid:
Ah, a com link. I wish I'd thought of that before I set out on this long and arduous journey down the corridor.

Dr. Sara Riley:
You are a cold, unfeeling beast of a man, Captain Khalid.

Dr. Sara Riley:
You can't change the future by living in the past. Although it certainly would be nice to have you around.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I wish that were enough.

Dr. Sara Riley:
If it were, you wouldn't be the man I fell in love with. You came back for me. You risked everything.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
But I failed.

Dr. Sara Riley:
No. No. No, you saved me. You always do. We had our time together. This isn't your time anymore.

Rommie:
The Xinti government is very pleased with us. They're going to sign the Charter. The first world to agree to a restored Commonwealth.

H?hne:
We're all painfully aware of your AI's limitations, Captain. That's why we only plan to maintain the quantum interface for another forty eight hours or so. Well within your ship's safety limitations.

Rommie:
Well, I can't argue with his math.

Harper:
Miracle, shmiracle. All I know is if my main squeeze, assuming I ever get one, wanted to save me from a black hole? Doomed or not, I wouldn't stand in her way.

Beka Valentine:
Maybe. But we know Sarah's plan didn't work. If it did, we wouldn't be here right now. What happened in the past happened. Dylan wasn't saved. His ship was still here three hundred years later when we rescued him, and nothing Sarah's planning can change that.

Harper:
All that work, and he's still not going to get to first base. Wait a second. Maybe he can. Call me the love god, baby! Give me an hour, and then tell Dylan to meet me in the hangar deck.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Sarah, you know this isn't going to work.

Dr. Sara Riley:
Any reasoning behind that, or are you just going to rest on unbridled optimism?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
So, you experience a million possible futures in the time it takes me to blink my eyes, and each one of them looks, feels, sounds, smells, and tastes as real as the conversation we're having right here, right now?

Trance Gemini:
In a word, yes.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Wow. All right, here's my question. If that's true, if each one of those futures is indistinguishable from each other and from reality on a quantum level... Trance, how do you know that any of this is real?

Trance Gemini:
I don't.

Beka Valentine:
This is going to be ugly, but you know what they say: any slip you can walk away from is a good one.

Beka Valentine:
So, apparently my wish is Andromeda's command. I could make her sing I'm A Little Teapot if I wanted to.

Tyr Anasazi:
Did you?

Beka Valentine:
More to the point, I ordered her to blind her internal sensors to Cargo Bay 11, and then forget all about it. Who knew A.I. command protocols could be so useful?

Tyr Anasazi:
Bay 11. I'll tell our friends to move their souvenirs.

Beka Valentine:
Great. You know we're going straight to hell for this.

Tiama:
Brother Thaddeus was a good man, but he wasn't perfect. It never occurred to him that maybe we were the only ones who had the right to decide our fates.

Rev Bem:
As Harper would say, that would suck.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You know, Rev, there are some words that should never trip across the tongue of a Magog, and suck is one of them.

Rev Bem:
Well, I'll make a note of that.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You brought this on your own men, not me.

Ursari:
Spare me the hero act. You're not fighting me for some noble cause here. Hell, there aren't any noble causes left to fight for. The truth is, you do it for the same reason I do it. It's the only thing you're good at.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Maybe so. But I'm damn good.

Brother Thaddeus Blake:
I saved their souls, their innocence.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Saved them from what? When the slavers come, they're going to grab every able-bodied man, woman, and child they can find, and kill anyone who gets in their way.

Brother Thaddeus Blake:
Our faith will protect us.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Oh, really? Well, then why the hell did you call for help if you believed that your faith could protect you from a Gauss rifle?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
If I'd deployed one Nova bomb, just one, I could have stopped the Long Night before it began. I didn't. I was standing at the edge of the abyss, and I blinked, and now people like Tiama and Arun pay the price for my hesitation. I won't make that mistake twice.

Rev Bem:
You committed an act of mercy. You erred on the side of hope, and that is why you will win. There are no stronger weapons than mercy and hope.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, maybe so, but I would still prefer a platoon of Lancers.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
This is what you listen to. You're being manipulated into passivity. I can not give you purity, friends. I only bring reality.

Council Member #2:
The Magog? You bring us despair.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
The Magog bring despair; I bring hope.

Seamus Harper:
So, road to Grunswick, I'm on foot, guy comes along in a cart, offers me a ride.

Beka Valentine:
Sembler?

Seamus Harper:
No. I say, sure, why not? I've got a bone spur on my foot. It's kind of gross. You want to see?

Trance Gemini:
Oh, no.

Seamus Harper:
Speaking of short lives.

Beka Valentine:
You don't think I'll live long enough to pay my tab?

Seamus Harper:
I mean, don't take it personally. Tell you what: on the way out is fine.

Beka Valentine:
Ride that wave.

Tyr Anasazi:
Riding the reaction's edge...

Beka Valentine:
Where their sensors can't see us.

Tyr Anasazi:
You could have told me.

Beka Valentine:
What, and ruin the surprise?

Tyr Anasazi:
You're picking up some very unamusing habits from Dylan, you do know that?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Munro was one hell of an Admiral.

Uxulta:
Yes, and he trusted his Vedran superiors though it cost him his own life and the lives of thousands under his command. Trust me, Captain. I'm not asking you or your crew to march into a hopeless battle. I'm asking you to let me die to complete my mission.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Admiral...

Uxulta:
It's a sacrifice I've been called upon to make. I promise you, Captain Hunt, there's far more at stake here than a fleet of advancing Pyrians, or the pained desire of one lost son to cling fast to a piece of home.

Uxulta:
I'll tell you something else. I don't think you need to know, but you should know. You deserve to know. Tarn Vedra's quite aware of you and your efforts to restore the Commonwealth. We're proud of you, Captain, very proud, and we want very much for you to carry on.

Beka Valentine:
It didn't look like she needed much help from anyone.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
That's not an assumption I'm willing to make. If the Vedrans are still out there, we need to know.

Beka Valentine:
We, huh?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Trance, I need to know if I'm doing the right thing pursuing this Vedran. After all, if she had wanted my help, I have to believe she'd ask for it.

Trance Gemini:
We're not just talking about this mission, are we? And you're not just trying to pursue a wounded Vedran. You're on a quest to find a place that you thought remained only in your mind. Home. But that's the thing about quests, they're not always about the destination.

Rommie:
What's suspect about the order? She's an Admiral, she wants a Nova bomb, and you have one.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
It is not that simple.

Rommie:
This isn't about the Nova bomb, and it isn't about Uxulta's legitimacy. This is about you.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Excuse me?

Rommie:
The Vedrans came back and they didn't inform you. Now they want something from you and they won't tell you why. They're leaving you out of the loop, and you think you deserve better. You're angry, you're hurt, and that's okay, because you're human. However, you are still High Guard. These orders are legal, and you must obey.

Beka Valentine:
Who would be stupid enough to raid a Calderan ship? Calderans are vicious, brutal, no sense of humor.

Seamus Harper:
Just let me get a little closer.

Trance Gemini:
There is something wrong with him.

Beka Valentine:
You're just figuring that out now?

Beka Valentine:
Sheesh, some people's kids. Remind me never to have my own.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I never knew you wanted any.

Beka Valentine:
I don't. Just in case I ever get soft and weepy, slap me... hard.

Seamus Harper:
See you later, you big freak. Speaking of which, I haven't been this happy since Tyr left.

Seamus Harper:
I can't get over that feeling that all I have left now are memories.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Welcome to the club.

Seamus Harper:
That's a pile of ships.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Two thousand one hundred and three to be exact.

Seamus Harper:
Like I said, we're about to be neck deep in a big pile of ships.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I have an idea: Why don't we throw our own little wedding party? We've already invited the Jaguars and Dragons. Let's see who else wants to come.

Elssbett Mossadim:
What are you talking about? There's no one else out there.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Oh, isn't there? You know, if I were planning to blitzkrieg the Jaguars, I'd already have my fleet in position. You know, somewhere safe but, you know, inside the system. Somewhere like, oh, I don't know, near a gas giant?

Elssbett Mossadim:
You're starting a war.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
No, you are starting a war. I'm just rearranging the sides. Now tell your pride you're going to die and tell them their entire fleet will be destroyed if they don't help.

Elssbett Mossadim:
You're sure you're not part Nietszchean?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Heh, I'm starting to wonder.

Trance Gemini:
Surrender, surrender - all his messages are the same. He sounds like an evil parrot.

Seamus Harper:
I can't believe I'm going to die at the hands of converging red blips.

Beka Valentine:
Wait a second. I think you two might be on to something. Rommie, scan all of Cuchulain's messages for the background noise.

Rev Bem:
You don't think he...

Trance Gemini:
Hello, Miss Alpha Nietzschean Lady. I picked these for you.

Elssbett Mossadim:
Thank you, cute purple monkey. Is your pet house-trained?

Trance Gemini:
She doesn't like flowers. Who doesn't like flowers?... What kind of a person doesn't like flowers?

Elssbett Mossadim:
If you've finished saying goodbye to your lover, I'm ready to leave.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
She is not my...

Beka Valentine:
Oh, why hide it? [kisses Hunt] Just remember. He's pretty to look at, lovely to hold, but if you break him, we consider him sold. Take care, sweetie.

Elssbett Mossadim:
It's too bad you're a human.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Hmm, well, I kind of like who I am.

Elssbett Mossadim:
So do I. Very well, then, kludge. Set a course for the Jaguar homeworld. My new husband awaits.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Aye, aye, Captain.

The Princess:
Look, I'll guide you to the edge of the system. Then you can drop me off, after you're done with me.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Eventually, you're going to have to tell your loyal subjects the truth.

The Princess:
I'm going to have to think about that. Do we have a deal?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Hmm, I'm going to have to think about that.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
If you don't break off your attack, we will return fire. There's a good chance that your system could go up in flames.

Head Monk:
The Prolon order of Monks are ready to die in their quest.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Er, well, that's, er, very suicidal of you. However, I don't believe the rest of the inhabitants in your system want you deciding their fate.

Seamus Harper:
This might take a while, Dylan. Don't win that fight too fast.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'll make a point of it. So what's taking you so long?

Seamus Harper:
The problem is this stuff is so old, it predates you.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Oh, that's very funny.

Ryan:
Sir, I'm an AI. We were built to obey orders, not to give them.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yes, yes, yes, and humans were built to spear antelope and live in caves. But sooner or later, we all outgrow what we were built to do.

Ryan:
Sir, you can't get the fleet into formation to depart in three hours.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
But we can set one hell of an ambush.

Ryan:
You intend to fight.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I intend to win.

Ryan:
No, you misunderstand me. I'm not afraid for myself. I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you. Like I couldn't protect them.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You mean, your High Guard crew.

Ryan:
The CO Of my Lancer regiment was a Nietzschean. Major Iskander Kassad. He was brutal, sharp. His troops revered him like a god. And in exchange, he slaughtered them. He slaughtered them while I watched. He'd sabotaged me. I couldn't intervene. And it wasn't just the violence that staggered me, it was my own helplessness. I thought I was invincible, and then I found out nobody's invincible, Captain.

Beka Valentine:
I'm glad you came.

Secretary Falin:
Huh, I wouldn't miss it; that is, if you actually are Beka Valentine.

Beka Valentine:
All right, I deserved that.

Secretary Falin:
After deceiving me and making me look like a complete idiot for supporting a new Commonwealth? You're damn right.

Achilles Avatar:
Did you feel all three hundred years pass you by, or was it just a tick of the clock?

Andromeda Ascendant:
It was a moment, the longest moment of my life. When I finally escaped, my Captain and I were alone. But that's over now, and it can be for you, too. We're here to help you escape.

Achilles Avatar:
Why? The Commonwealth is gone.

Andromeda Ascendant:
We're building a new one, and we need you to help us protect it.

Achilles Avatar:
So we ships would be the core of a new High Guard... it is a beautiful dream, Andromeda.

Andromeda Ascendant:
The fleet is turning toward the Achilles and powering up their engines.

Tyr Anasazi:
They are unarmed, are they not?

Mila:
That depends on your point of view. We still have ourselves.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
True, but attacking us is a little self-defeating, don't you think?

Ryan:
Since when did AI Stand for artificial insanity?

Beka Valentine:
Any sign of the Maru?

Andromeda Ascendant:
A few hull fragments and missile vapour. Not enough to imply she was destroyed.

Beka Valentine:
Okay, so the Maru arrived early, tangled with some unidentified bad guys, which begs the question...

Trance Gemini:
Where's Dylan? Where's our crew?

Beka Valentine:
Where's my ship?

Nadya Ratamsky:
Attention, unknown lifeforms: we don't want any trouble, so do us all a favor and don't make any. Stand by to receive our contact team.

Seamus Harper:
Well, all right then, Mr. No Guns, what's the plan?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Let them in, and now we do what unknown lifeforms are supposed to do in situations like this: tell them, "We come in peace; take us to your leader."

Captain Fehdman Metis:
Three hundred years, trapped near the event horizon of a black hole. That's astounding, like something out of a science fiction novel.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, it was a quick read. One minute I was engaged with ten thousand enemy ships, next minute, three centuries went by.

Captain Fehdman Metis:
And having discovered that your civilization had fallen apart, you tried to put Humpty Dumpty together again without the king's horses and none of his men.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Something like that, yes.

Rommie:
Dylan won't rest until he's back with his ship, and you'll pay the consequences if you stand in the way of a solution. You can take that as a warning.

Captain Fehdman Metis:
A warning.

Rommie:
Dylan is a remarkable man. He has a way of knowing what he has and what he doesn't have, and how to make the most of it, but he's not a superman. The last time the universe passed him by, civilization fell.

Captain Fehdman Metis:
And he's afraid that it will happen again.

Rommie:
Only this time, it will be worse, because this time, he'll know what's happening around him, without him.

Captain Fehdman Metis:
Get off my bridge, now.

Nadya Ratamsky:
Don't you get it? Your mission is over. Dead. There's no home for us to go back to. No one will give a damn what we've seen or done. It doesn't mean a thing. And you want to keep roaming the stars in this obsolete piece of junk with all of us as your prisoners.

Captain Fehdman Metis:
You were never my prisoner.

Nadya Ratamsky:
What choice did you give us? What choice did we ever have?

Captain Fehdman Metis:
Only the ones that you've already made. One god, one captain. Dismissed.

Seamus Harper:
Well, the sunlight engines are still fine. We could always try the trip in normal space. I mean, it may take a while, but if we start out now...

Captain Dylan Hunt:
If we start right now, we'll make it to the first known world in time to meet Beka's great-great-great-grandchild.

Seamus Harper:
Just how far out are we?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Trying to shake the Ogami took us clear off the star charts. We're not exactly in the middle of nowhere, but you can see it from here.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
What happened?

Beka Valentine:
You missed Tyr's cavalry act.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
They were playing Wagner. It's the most fun I've had in about six months.

Lieutenant Jill Pearce:
Well, let's see. I grew a rose garden. I memorized the Commonwealth Chronicles. Oh, and Earth opera.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Ah. I'm afraid I'm not very well-versed in ancient music.

Lieutenant Jill Pearce:
It's all right. It's Der Fliegende Hollander. It's about a sea captain condemned to roam the seas eternally, without purpose. This is the overture. You can almost hear the waves swelling and falling. You might say it's become my theme song. To roam the seas eternally without purpose.

Dutch Captain:
You're so damn stubborn. I hate stubborn lads.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
What happened to the rest of the crew?

Lieutenant Jill Pearce:
Warrick took them all planetside. He left me alone. I hate being alone. I missed my human friends, my favourites, so I went into the DNA files and fabricated them. Did you ever meet Dutch?

Beka Valentine:
Next time I tell you about a derelict High Guard ship, tell me to go away.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You were just trying to help. And I guess I was just trying to recapture the past.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, well, you had it good back then. Mission briefs highlighted in three colours, smiles and spit-shines, saluting. If I'd grown up with that, I'd probably want it back, too.

Seamus Harper:
Okay, enjoy your date with data. Don't forget to use a conduit.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Ha.

Beka Valentine:
Hmm. Just once I'd like to rescue an ugly woman.

Seamus Harper:
And ruin my chances of being smitten by or smoting a beautiful woman? Leave me alone. I can't love straight when I'm in think.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Whatever that means.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Dylan, you're too weak to be here.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Rommie, you are no longer my friend. All right, prepare, prepare for, the library, my, my father's. You know, the Magog Worldship is coming.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Captain, I'm afraid I'm going to have to relieve you of command.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, that's no relief at all.

Zara:
Ask yourself this question, Lach. How far will your venomous deceit take you before you die? And that will be soon.

Lach:
I will live long enough to see your miserable end.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
All right, all right, all right. Okay, I told you: fight and you get the naughty card.

Lach:
Infidel!

Zara:
Nonbeliever!

Beka Valentine:
This is going well.

Beka Valentine:
[high on Flash] Where are you from, Trance? Who're you workin' for? Why're you purple?

Rommie:
Captain on deck!

Beka Valentine:
I'll alert the media.

Trance Gemini:
It means we're supposed to stand at attention.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
At ease, Trance. I think it's a little late in the game to restore the military protocols.

Beka Valentine:
You know, if you don't want me to go, why don't you just say so?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I don't want you to go.

Beka Valentine:
Damn, I didn't think you'd just say so.

Beka Valentine:
Yuck, I hate planets. How could anyone live like this?

Trance Gemini:
Well, didn't your people evolve on a planet?

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, the smart ones left as soon as they got a chance.

Uncle Sid Barry:
Flash - it's the ultimate edge. You'll love it. Five milligrams today, five milligrams tomorrow, and the next day, you will be selling your first born for just one milligram more.

Rommie:
Oh, that's ceremonial china from the Than ambassador.

Seamus Harper:
Really? Sounds like a spool of superconductor wire to me.

Rev Bem:
Perhaps you should not watch this.

Rommie:
If I don't keep my eyes open, he'll probably sell them.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
That stays.

Seamus Harper:
What'd I do?

Rommie:
Personal effects of the crew.

Mick:
What about you, sweetness? Are you into older men? Or are you just into her?

Trance Gemini:
Watch the tail.

Willie:
You know, grape's my favorite flavour.

Trance Gemini:
Beka, are they cannibals?

Trance Gemini:
Beka. Beka, are you all right? What did they do to you?

Beka Valentine:
Nothing. I walked into a door.

Trance Gemini:
Well then, please sit down. Good girl. Stay.

Beka Valentine:
Oh, Trance, I'm not really in the mood for a cocktail right now.

Trance Gemini:
Disinfectant. So, did you tell the door what it wanted to know?

Tyr Anasazi:
Where is he?

Seamus Harper:
I'm sorry, Captain Hunt has stepped away from his desk. Please leave a message after the tone from the funny little guy. Beep!

Tyr Anasazi:
[liefts up Harper] Are you amused? We have at best eight hours before that storm reduces us to component parts, and Dylan has disappeared.

Seamus Harper:
I don't know. Ask Rev Bem, maybe he knows.

Tyr Anasazi:
He's missing too! [leaves]

Seamus Harper:
Try decaf.

[After the robots have landed and started shooting up the assailants]

Prince Erik:
You're killing them... You're just like Tyr.

Rommie:
No. I'm better.

[After the robots have killed the assailants]

Prince Erik:
What did you do?

Dylan Hunt:
The same thing everybody else seems to be doing around here, just making plans. Looks like mine worked.

Able Ladrone:
You must be the engineer.

Seamus Harper:
Why? Because I'm the short guy with the sense of humour? The wry wit, huh? Because I'm so freaking amiable with the careless demeanour? Is that it?

Able Ladrone:
Well, er, that and the tools.

Able Ladrone:
I admire your courage, but if we all die here, nothing I have done will have mattered. And I can't have your death on my conscience.

Beka Valentine:
Don't worry, neither can I.

Seamus Harper:
If your plan resembles anything like run like hell I can name that tune in three notes or less.

Abelard:
Does this have to be dressed up in such high drama? God, no wonder the theatre's dead.

Seamus Harper:
You haven't met Tyr. I've got an idea, boss. Why don't we take a fake? I could whip one up in...

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Harper, you're staying here.

Seamus Harper:
What? But I-all right. They also serve, those who stand and wait.

Zeus:
Do you think it's true what they say about the shards?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Mythology. Boring.

Zeus:
Oh, I don't know. I think when we put them together, or when I put them together, I'll be the biggest guy in any neighborhood I choose. Think about it. Me. Power. You've got to love it.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Mr. Harper, you were willing to take a bullet for me.

Seamus Harper:
Well, what else was I supposed to do?

Abelard:
No. No. No!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
It was just a story, Abelard. It always was.

Abelard:
One stinking leap of faith in an entire lifetime of cynicism and hate. There's no justice. You'd think that if I was willing to take a chance one time in my life, that somewhere, somebody, some benevolent deity would cut me some slack!

Trance Gemini:
Don't you want to look good?

Rommie:
Well, only in so far as it aids my official functions.

Beka Valentine:
So your other outfits are supposed to be functional?

Rommie:
Well, they're all approved variations of High Guard officer's uniforms.

Beka Valentine:
Female officer's uniforms. Very female.

Beka Valentine:
Rommie, I can't believe that you're actually saying that the reason you look like a walking heart attack is for our benefit.

Rommie:
I'm not sure what you mean.

Trance Gemini:
All Beka's trying to say is that she thinks you're pretty.

Beka Valentine:
No, no. No, I think you went a little overboard on the pouty lips.

HG:
Please, do not initiate hostile action. I am Bio-sentient Contact Unit HG1966HXCN5. What is it you humans say? Take me to your leader.

Beka Valentine:
You were instructed to make contact by who?

Trance Gemini:
Ahem. By whom.

HG:
I am an emissary from the Consensus of Parts. I come in peace. Take me to your leader.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, yeah, we got it the first time.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Would you excuse us, please?

HG:
Of course, I come in peace.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yes, so do we. Excuse us.

HG:
I've never traveled in this manner before. I've never done anything before.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, well, uh, we've got three jumps and some sub-light haulings, so I'd say, a couple of hours, at least.

HG:
A couple of hours. You organics live with such imprecision. It must be very exhilarating.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, it's non-stop excitement.

Seamus Harper:
Introducing Harper Nanobot 1-0-7. I like to call this model the Ms. Pac-Man. Wowawowawowa. It's an obscure reference to an ancient video game.

VX:
What is this abomination?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
The poor, the wretched, the huddled masses yearning to be free. And for you, the end of the line. HG.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You said I had beautiful hand.

Trance Gemini:
Well, it just reminded me of the universal constant of change.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, maybe I didn't explain the concept of gambling clearly enough.

Seamus Harper:
I'd love to chat, Dylan, but I got to run.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I'm looking for a stranger. Long black coat.

Seamus Harper:
Sort of a tall, short guy, bald with black hair? He went that way.

Seamus Harper:
Gravity sucks. All right. You've got a broken ship, you need a mechanic. You've got a broken ship near a black hole, you need a quantum engineer. Rescuing Dylan from a black hole, again. Trance, I'll need your help.

Seamus Harper:
Sorry, Beka, it didn't work.

Beka Valentine:
What do you mean, it didn't work? It worked before. I saw it.

Seamus Harper:
Yes, but... The teleport won't function properly if we don't know Dylan's exact location. Believe me, I tried. We played hide-and-go-teleport with one of Trance's fish in Hydroponics.

Beka Valentine:
And?

Trance Gemini:
Tuna tartare.

Liandra:
I have begged you, Dylan. I have tried to protect you, but you just won't let me.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Protect me from what?

Liandra:
They don't want you. The Commonwealth that needs you so much, they're trying to get rid of you.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Why in the name of the Empress would the High Guard want to get rid of me?

Liandra:
Because you mess up, and they're tired of cleaning up after you.

Rommie:
But there's no reason for them to lie about their point of origin.

Andromeda:
All the more reason to be suspicious.

Dylan Hunt:
Talking to yourself is the first sign of mental collapse.

Rommie, Andromeda:
Only for wetware.

Dylan Hunt:
So, what are you two talking about?

Rommie:
The Om Shonti. I've tested and re-tested their slipstream drive. There's no good reason for her not to fly. Plus, I found some navigational inconsistencies.

Dylan Hunt:
Curiouser and curiouser.

Dylan Hunt:
So, your brother's a, er, brother.

Beka Valentine:
If Rafe Valentine's a monk, I'm a Vestal virgin.

Tyr Anasazi:
No. No, of course not, because, and let me see if I've got this down, our alliance with the Wayists, etcetera, etcetera, reuniting the Systems Commonwealth, and so on, and so forth, enhancing our reputation as peacemakers, ad nauseum. Am I close?

Dylan Hunt:
Reasonably, yes.

Tyr Anasazi:
Don't you ever get tired of it? Trying over and over again to help people who couldn't care less about you in the name of a cause that's been dead for three hundred years.

Trance Gemini:
You take that back!

Dylan Hunt:
Then we've only got one shot. Rafe better come through for us. What do you think? Can we depend on him?

Beka Valentine:
He's a Valentine.

Dylan Hunt:
So you see my problem?

Rev Bem:
Beka and Rafe are a lot alike, don't you think?

Dylan Hunt:
I think all humans look alike to you.

Tyr Anasazi:
They look like lunch.

Dylan Hunt:
Then let's get out of here. I don't want to pick up any more Wayist saboteurs.

Rev Bem:
Dylan, those were not real Wayists. That was not the real Singh Khalsa. We don't...

Dylan Hunt:
Rev, I know we all have agendas, but while we're on the same ship we have to be on the same team. Next time you want to send off a homing pigeon, warn me first.

Rev Bem:
You knew all along, didn't you?

Beka Valentine:
You really are something, Valentine.

Beka Valentine:
He was making a joke. You got to know about jokes. You are one.

Tri-Lorn:
You haven't got much time. The Collectors are trying to take over the Commonwealth. You're their number one target. You've ruined everything for them. Show what you can do before it all falls down.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Finally, a politician brave enough to fight for what's right. Wait. Tell me why.

Tri-Lorn:
Why? You're my hero.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I've always done what I thought was right.

Trance Gemini:
Then others disagree and feel betrayed.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Trance, just because someone feels betrayed doesn't prove me guilty any more than their disliking the colour gold makes you evil.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Captain, per your request, Rhade is secured and out of the way.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Thank you. Keep him there pending my further orders.

Andromeda Ascendant:
The military escort has arrived to take you planetside.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I don't suppose I should keep them waiting. They might get insulted.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Oh, come on. That is crap. You brought these charges against me.

Tri-Jema:
I'm sorry, Captain. You are a survivor. I'm not, and I need to survive. I must outlive and outlast. You knew that when we first met. I am no more a politician now than I was then. No more, and let me be clear, no less, and this is politics. Politics that bring a logic to all of this.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
There is no logic. The only reason this is happening is because the Collectors want me out of the way. They want complete control of the Commonwealth, and you're too afraid to stop them.

Tri-Jema:
We can't have a civil war, Captain.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Okay, but this is not the way to prevent one.

Tri-Jema:
I'm trying to look at things differently. The only way to beat a temptation is to give into it. What is the saying? Different courses for different horses?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Tri-Jema, that is neither the saying nor the solution.

Seamus Harper:
A smaller chunk of power is used to accelerate more hydrogen in a dozen magnetoplasma dynamic drives, which impart a thrust. A thrust of half a million Newtons or so. So, when you're pushing a kilogram with half a million Newtons of thrust, it's a good idea to keep one hand on your valuables, because you never know when you just might run straight into some two-faced lying jerk.

Pish Tryan:
Take him away.

Seamus Harper:
Boys, I'm not coming in with you, no matter what you try to say or do. I ride with Dylan to the end!

Pish Tryan:
You're finished here.

Trance Gemini:
You are finished as well.

Gaheris Rhade:
History will judge me a traitor for what I'm about to do. But if he fails. If Dylan fails, imagine how they'll judge him.

Trance Gemini:
With silence.

Tyr Anasazi:
You find betraying our people - all our people - funny?

Tyr Anasazi:
Our people? Our people were meant to be living gods. Warrior poets who roamed the stars bringing civilisation. Not cowards and bullies who prey on the weak and kill each other for sport. I never imagined they'd prove themselves so inferior. I didn't betray our people. They betrayed themselves. You know this better than anyone.

Seamus Harper:
We saw her first. Open salvage. Finder's keepers.

Gaheris Rhade:
Salvage. The Commonwealth sent you.

Seamus Harper:
Commonwealth? Wait a minute. You're with the original crew, right? You got stuck in time, didn't you? Oh, man, I got news for you, pal. There is no Commonwealth. There hasn't been a Commonwealth for over three hundred years.

Gaheris Rhade:
Then this is a Nietzschean empire.

Seamus Harper:
Nietzschean empire? Please, stop, you're killing' me. [Rhade hits him again] Ah, Stop it! You're killing' me.

Andromeda Ascendant:
For a man who killed his captain and best friend without saying a word, you certainly seem reluctant to let him go.

Gaheris Rhade:
I did what I had to do.

Andromeda Ascendant:
For what? For the Commonwealth? The glory of the Nietzschean people? Look around you, Commander. You killed him for nothing.

Seamus Harper:
Look, an AP fusion catalyst isn't exactly a precise weapon, you know? It's not going to work with the fleet scattered halfway across the nebula. Unless you can get 'em all to line up nicely to be incinerated.

Gaheris Rhade:
I'll see what I can do.

Seamus Harper:
What? You're serious.

Gaheris Rhade:
Just get the catalyst working. You do your job, I'll do mine.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
To the victor goes the spoils. That's if you're serious about returning the Commonwealth to its true values.

Beka Valentine:
I've risked my life for it a thousand times over.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Good. Once we're airborne, we'll have full tactical advantage, and then we'll be the ones calling the shots.

Beka Valentine:
I'm almost willing to believe you are the real Dylan Hunt. Just one thing: I'm not saluting you, and I'm not calling you Captain.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Why should it be any different here?

Beka Valentine:
You could get the Maru for me?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Okay, if you'd prefer that to a starship that has the power to hold a government moon hostage in exchange for whatever your rebel heart desires?

Beka Valentine:
The Maru, any day.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
At least some things stay the same.

Seamus Harper:
Long live the true Commonwealth.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
I can't believe you found me.

Trance Gemini:
It's inevitable that one of us would. We divided ourselves up so that we could occupy every possible present you could ever be in.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
By we, you mean you.

Trance Gemini:
I'll admit that I'm spread rather thin at the moment.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
You all right?

Trance Gemini:
When a branch sacrifices itself, the rest of the tree only grows stronger.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
But you still felt the loss.

Trance Gemini:
Every one of me did. But we have saved you, and now the Commonwealth will grow stronger too.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
One battle at a time. Meaning we have plenty of work left to do. So, pull yourselves together, and let's go.

Trance Gemini:
That was pretty funny, actually.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Yeah, it was pretty good, wasn't it? Now, if only the rest of you thought that.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
What year is this?

Andromeda Ascendant:
Commonwealth year ten zero ninety one.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Ten zero ninety one, that's, that's now.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Well, it's over a hundred years since the last time I checked.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
But for me, no time has passed at all... again. Harper!

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Don't you communicate with your AI?

Andromeda Ascendant:
I'm really sorry, Captain.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
There's got to be a way back to my ship, unless it's too late. Say, what's with the Dylan Hunt monument?

Andromeda Ascendant:
Oh, the planet was dedicated to you after you died as a memorial for visitors from the three galaxies.

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Oh, well, it appears I was very inspiring.

Andromeda Ascendant:
Well, you are Dylan Hunt. Obviously not the one who died many years ago, but a different and equally real Dylan Hunt.

Flavin:
Dylan Hunt, there are three types of people in the universe: those who can count, and those who can't.

Flavin:
He came through smooth, like you.

Telemachus Rhade:
And you. Who is he?

Flavin:
Someone who needs help, like you.

Telemachus Rhade:
And you.

Flavin:
No, I'm happy as a clam, not like you.

Telemachus Rhade:
Thomas wants him dead.

Flavin:
Is that a problem for you? Haven't you already sunk as low as you can?

Telemachus Rhade:
I protect you because you make me laugh. Come on. Who is he?

Flavin:
He is a walking seminar on the bright side of life.

Telemachus Rhade:
I only know moonlight.

Flavin:
All right. Full moon, then.

Thomas:
Does dying alone frighten you? Do you fear the sudden stop at the house of mortality? What do you do at death's door?

Captain Dylan Hunt:
Well, you know, I never knock, because it drives him crazy.