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Accessing backup.

If you do not
surrender immediately,
you will be destroyed.

Last time
on Gene Roddenberry's
Andromeda...

Follow me, Red Plague,
and I will show you
the face of God.

Andromeda, report.

We have Code Red.

Can anyone hear me?

Anyone?

Code Red.

Code Red.

Code Red.

Code Red.

Officers down in Command.
Heard you the first time.

Beka! Dylan.
you have to help him.

Yeah, Dylan
you worry about.

Code Red.

Dylan.

Code Red.

Dylan, can you hear me?

I'm not reading a pulse.

Code Red.

No!

Come on, Dylan! Wake up!

Got him!

Pulse has returned,
shallow and erratic.
Can we get him to Medical?

Negative. As far as
I can tell there are still
Magog on board

and internal defenses won't
be restored for another
20 minutes, 17 seconds.

Switching to damage control.
Sealing off Command,

continuing to repair
hull breaches.

Twenty minutes?
He hasn't got that long.

Trance? Trance!

She has no
life signs, Beka.

You say that
like it matters.

Come on, Trance.
Up and at 'em.
Pulse negative.

Respiration negative.
Trance, I need you.

Electrical activity negative.
Dylan needs you.

Body temperature 23 degrees
Celsius.
Trance? Trance? Trance!

Ah! Oh! The tail!

Oh, good. You're up.

Beka? Beka!

Dylan? Dylan?

Accessing
emergency power.

Trance?

Trance, can you hear me?

Uh, I can hear you.

The Magog seem
to have mostly
left the ship.

Harper and Tyr
were captured.

Rev Bem went down
to the World Ship
to retrieve them.

No, he shouldn't
have done that!

Trance, I need to get
to the machine shop.

On the way there...

I'll try to draw off
any Magog still on...

board.

You

need to get Dylan
and Beka to Medical.

But--
No "buts"!

Just do it.

I'll take care
of everything else.

Okay. Okay, Trance,
you can do this.
You know you can.

There is a perfect possible
future where everything
will turn out just fine.

And the odds of creating
that future are only
1,671,000 to 1, more or less.

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 re-unite the galaxies.

On the starship Andromeda,
hope lives again.

Trance, I'm bringing two
androids to help you.

We need to move
Dylan and Beka now.

You don't understand.
This is very, very bad.

I can see that.
No. No, you can't.
That's the problem.

There may be a perfect
possible future, but I can't
see that right now

and nothing is going
to make that better.

Trance, I've been
studying you for
almost a year now.

I know you have secrets,
ways of seeing probabilities,

maybe even
influencing outcomes.

Right now, Dylan and Beka
need medical attention
immediately.

Even if you can't see
any possible way
to save them, we have to try.

Magog!
It's too late.

No. No, wait.

You said you didn't have
internal defenses yet.
What about the external ones?

You want a distraction.

I think I know
just the thing.

There, that should
get their attention.

I forgot you had those.

We haven't exactly
had a burning need

for planetary
warfare bots.

Are you ready? Go!

Oh! Hi. I am way more
dangerous than I look,

and I really
don't want to hurt you

but if you push me, I will.
I promise.

Trance!

Now we're even.

Rommie!
Run, Trance.

I'm running, I'm running.
Come on!

Stranger smell.

My name is Red Plague.

Front and center, soldier.

Captain Dylan Hunt,
reporting for duty.

And not a moment too soon.

You see? You see?
I fixed him.

Oh, yeah.
Well, more or less.

What hit me?

About half
the Command Center.

The ship was pounded
by point-singularity bombs.

We're lucky she's
more or less in one piece.

The Magog.

On the run, for now.

I deployed Tweedle-Dee
and Tweedle-Dum.

How are the lads?
Efficient, as usual.

They drove off the first wave
of the Magog assault ships.

Yeah, but the Magog
can always send more.

Magogs suck.

Okay, so here's
the plan.

Rommie and I will
take the Maru down

and retrieve Harper,
Tyr, and Rev.

Rommie, have
the immune system
nanobots

we gave the crew
built up to a level
where you can track them?

Trance's don't seem to be
working, but I'm getting
a clear signal from Beka's.

You planted
tracing devices on us?

Downloading
signal parameters.

So while you two are
playing hero, what am I
supposed to do?

The nova bomb
in the main armory,
weapons locker five.

If we're not back
in three hours,

I want you to launch it
at the artificial sun

in the middle
of the Magog array...
and blow it to hell.

You're still carrying
nova bombs? I thought--

That I used them all up
at Hephaistos? I did.

But I scavenged one
from GS92196,
just in case.

There's been a nova bomb
on board for months
and Tyr didn't know about it?

Gosh, won't he
be surprised.

If we're still on that
World Ship when that
bomb goes off,

he'll be more than
surprised. He'll be dead.
And so will you, Dylan.

We'll just have
to get back here in time
then, won't we?

Andromeda, release
all nova bomb controls
to Beka Valentine,

authorization
ten-break-alpha.

Authorization released.

Three hours.
Not a second more.

Rommie.

Tell me he's gonna make it.
It's possible.

Anything's possible, right?

Right.

Oh, man.

Tyr?

Tyr! Are you okay?

Oh no, no, no, no, no.
No, not the eggs.

They didn't infest me
with Magog eggs.

Help! Help! Somebody!
Somebody help me!

Oh, please, help! Help!

Internal defenses
back on-line.

Finally.

Score another victory
for the good guys.

Great One!

You're eating
one of your own.

Not ours.

It's of
Vile Throat's brood.

But we catch it
alone, and weak.

Of course.

Great One want his share?

No, you earned it.
Eat your fill.

Great One
not want food?

No!

Great One not smell right.
Not act like Great One.

Refuse food?
Smell like machine!

Smell like prey!

Stay back!

We hear spaceship
has traitor on board.

I think maybe
it smell just like you!

Maru's away.

Rommie, show me
that thing again.

Oh, man.

A year ago I was running
spare parts from Canopy
to San-Ska-Re, and now...

I'm sitting in the middle
of the apocalypse.

Well, on the bright side,
the World Ship is heading
toward the known worlds.

Before, you just didn't know
about it. At least this way
you can face it head on.

That was such
a warship thing to say.

Tyr!

Oh, man, don't be dead.
You can't be dead.
I mean, crap, I'm alive.

And,... I'm just a pathetic
little kludge, right? I mean,
you, you're a Nietzschean.

You're an uber.

Don't ever call me that.

I knew you were alive!
Yes, I'm alive.

And attempting to make
our opponents
forget about us.

Oh, you wanna make them
feel overconfident?
I got an idea.

Why don't we let them
paralyze us,
bind us to the wall,

and infect us
with their Magog eggs?

Oh, gee, we did that already.
Boy, we got them right
where we want them.

Your little melodrama
isn't making things
any better.

No, but it's not making
things any worse.
You know why?

Because they couldn't
be any worse.

You could be unconscious,
or dead. You're neither.

So now we get to be awake
while the eggs hatch

and the little Magog larvae
eat their way out
through our guts.

You're right,
that is better.

When your parents
combined their DNA...

the odds that they would
create a person with your
precise genetic pattern

were on the order
of ten million to one.

Factor in the chance
of your parents growing
to adulthood,

meeting, and actually
bothering to procreate,

and your very existence
has all the likelihood

of drawing three straight
Imperial Courts in an honest
game of Vedran Whist.

You've already overcome
those odds once. Who's to say
you can't do it again?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Where there's life
there's hope.

Faint, infinitesimal,
minuscule, microscopic,

virtually undetectable hope
but hope, nonetheless.

Please, shut up
and let me think.

You sure we're
close enough?

As close as we're
going to get by ship.

They're approximately
four kilometers almost
straight down.

Four kilometers.
I keep forgetting
how big this thing is.

Hmm, 20 worlds joined
into a single structure
manipulated

by artificial gravity
and powered by
a miniature sun.

I guess it's true
what they say:

"No matter how
powerful you are,

there's always someone
bigger and stronger
than you."

I just never thought
it applied to me.

You scared?

Terrified.
Me too.

Deploy the plasma mines.
Contact Beka. Tell her
we're headed out.

Dylan, I can't raise myself,
er, the ship.

Too much interference.
Looks like we're on our own.

How long until Beka
launches the nova bomb?

Two hours,
forty-one minutes.

All right. Home in on
Tyr and Harper.

Update me on
the countdown
every ten minutes.

My pain belongs
to the Divine.
My hunger--

Red Plague!

Red Plague! I know
that you can hear me.

How many of us
have you killed,
Red Plague?

How many of your
brothers lie dead
at your hand?

Too many!

Be proud of yourself,
Red Plague.

You've killed the weak,
you have culled the small.

Even in this,
you serve the Abyss.

No!
And soon, very soon...

you will serve
the Abyss in all things.

No! I will never!
My pain belongs
to the Divine!

My pain!

Time?
One hour, ten minutes.

Keep moving.

What was that?
Point singularity projector.

It's firing.

Hold on.

That was close.
We can avoid those
if we keep our distance.

So as long as we don't
try to attack

or go in to support Dylan
or close into nova bomb range,
we're just fine.

58 minutes, 10 seconds,
then the waiting will be
over one way or the other.

I can't believe
I'm doing this again.

The last time
I faced that thing,
it all went so... wrong.

Andromeda...

show me.

I need to see
what happened to you.

We were under secret orders
from Argosy intelligence

to try and locate
the source of
the Magog invasion.

Following leads from
a slip-scout, we found
slipstream routes...

large and well-traveled,
linking the Magog
territories to M86.

M86? But that's--
Over 66 million
light years away

in the Virgo
Galactic cluster.

By the time light
from M86 reaches Earth,

it's already
66 million years old.

So there's no way
for us to know when
the stars there died.

By the time we got there,
all that was left were
black holes and dust.

We found only one
moving thing
in the entire galaxy

or rather, it found us.

We have to get
to slipstream.

I made it to slipstream,
but only after everyone
on-board was dead.

I was lost, alone.

I wandered the slipstream
blind for 13 months

until I managed
to stagger back
to Triangulum.

A Than freighter found me.
I almost attacked them.

When Argosy intelligence
decided to seal off
my memories of the mission

for security reasons,

I was actually relieved.

Andromeda,
I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to say.
Say it won't happen again.

You have to promise me, Beka,
that when this is over,

I will either be heading home
with a crew aboard,
or not at all.

Impressed?

Primitive savages,
that's what they call us,
isn't it?

Well I ask you,
could primitive savages
build that?

Could primitive savages
snuff out stars,

destroy entire galaxies?

That is not civilization!
That is madness!

Then it is madness
in the cause of harmony.
In the cause of peace.

How can you claim
to serve peace...

with so much blood
on your hands,
on our hands?

If you seek truth,
come with me.

Meet our creator,
and all will be revealed.

What does it matter
what I believe?
Why don't you just kill me?

Because you're
a lost brother
who seeks answers.

What more reason
do I need?

Come with me, Red Plague.

Find your answers.

And when we're done,

I will release
your friends
into your custody

to slay or to save,
whichever you choose.

Ah! This isn't working.

Keep trying.

Hey, do me a favor, will ya?

Talk to me about something.
Take my mind off things.

You want a story?

All right.

When I was 16,
after I'd lost my family,

I was captured by slavers
and sold to the diamond mines
on Zokotl.

One day while working
in the mines,

I noticed that the main
support for my section
had rotted through.

I pointed it out
to the overseers,

but instead of fixing
the problem,

they cut my rations
and doubled
my work shifts.

A week later,
the ceiling collapsed,

burying me alive
200 meters underground.

Thanks. Cheered me
right up.

It should've.

Because I lived.

I clawed my way out
over the bodies
of the dead.

I escaped into the desert.

I lived on seep-water
and sand rats
for an entire season.

And then, one night
after I'd healed, I visited
the overseers and

thanked them for their
conscientious attention
to worker safety.

So don't you tell me
that I'm going to die
here today.

Because the sun has
not yet risen on the day

when Tyr Anasazi,
out of Victoria by Barbarosa,
will face death graciously.

I will kick and claw and bite
and scratch and spit my last
breath in its face,

and as long as you
are with me, you will
do the same, is that clear?

Is that clear?

My wrist! I think
this crap's starting
to give away.

We're running
out of time.

I can't get
the homing beacon any finer
than a few hundred meters.

I'm gonna call them.

If the Magog detect
that transmission,
we're dead.

Twenty minutes and four
kilometers back to the Maru.
You do the math.

Harper.

Harper, do you hear me?

Harper!
Dylan?

Is that you?

Harper, listen
to me carefully.

I need you to start
making noise, a lot of it.

Noise? But that'll
attract the Magog.

In 20 minutes, Beka's gonna
launch a nova bomb
at this place.

If you don't want
to be here, I would
start shouting.

Nova bo--nova bomb?
Noise! I'm with ya!

Dylan! Over here! Dylan!
Follow the sound of the voice.

Dylan's looking
for our voices!
Make sound!

Dylan!

Come on, Dylan! Here!

Dylan! Dylan!

This way.

Ten minutes until
Dylan's deadline.

We're nine minutes out
from the World Ship
at maximum PSL.

If we're going to launch
the nova bomb, we have
to begin our attack right now.

Still nothing
from Dylan?

Not since he landed.

We have to face
the possibility
he's been killed.

That's not a possibility.
Not to me.

Beka, if we don't stop
this thing, we risk the lives

of every living thing
in the known worlds.

This isn't what
I signed on for.

This isn't what
any of us expected.

It's what the situation is.

What would
the commanding officer
like to do?

Arm the nova bomb.

Nova authorization:
Ten-Break-Alpha
Strike, strike, strike.

Arming nova Weapon One.

Execution code.
Nine-Five-Over-
Seven-Blue-Five.

Arm.

We're seven minutes
to range.

Come on, Dylan.
Now's the time.

Dylan, here!

It's a maze in here.

Five minutes, Dylan.
We're not gonna make it.

Over here! Dylan!

This? This is the home
of your god?

The Spirit of the Abyss
manifests wherever it chooses.

Is not the Divine
in all things?

I-I-I-I can feel
its hatred.

Isn't it wonderful?

Let it fill you,
consume you.

And under the hatred,
beneath it, feel
what lies beyond.

Love. Underneath
the hatred, there is love.

I understand now.

Life is suffering, chaos,

but... there
is another way.

A way of harmony,
of transcendence,
of death.

There is so much
more to learn!

I am humbled!
I am humbled!

Fear not, Red Plague.
I will teach you.

I--I thank you.

I-- I almost forgot
my other friends.

What of them?

Will you take me
to them,

that I might...
offer them...
transcendence?

Woo. Dylan! I hope that bomb
explodes soon, because I'm
getting exhausted. Dylan!

Dylan!

- Over here!
- Dylan!

This way.

Dylan.
Dylan.

Man, am I glad
to see you.

I can explain.

You never told me
your feet were free!

I wanted it
to be a surprise.

There are
thousands of tunnels.

I mean, you'd think
they'd have signs!

Take cover! Go!

Magog with guns.

This just keeps getting
better and better, doesn't it?
Come on!

How much closer
do we need to be
to deploy the nova bomb?

We can fire it from here,
but they'd have a lot of time
to intercept it.

I'd like to close
at least another 30 LS.

Are you really
going to drop it?

Trance, I'm in
over my head.

Well, that's what
happens in life.

We keep going
and going and going

until we've gone too far,
and then we have
to deal with it.

The important thing
to remember is that Dylan
trusted you with command.

He believes in you...
and so do I.

We all do.

Believe me, Beka,
you are the right person

at the right time
in the right place.

You're going to make
the right decision.

Is that a guess...

or do you know
something I don't?

No. It's not a guess.
It's a leap of faith.

Another squad
of riflers.

Don't they have any
respect for tradition?

Whatever happened
to just clawing people
to death?

Dylan, if we
don't make it,

I want you to know--
Don't say it, Rommie.

If we're going
to die...

You are not
going to die.

Captain's orders.

Andromeda, bring us in,
maximum PSL.
On my mark,

I want you to fire
everything we've got,

missiles, drones,
AP guns, lasers,
everything.

Beka, conventional weapons
won't even dent that thing.

You have your orders.
And...

mark.

You ready?
Don't worry about me.

What's that?

A starter's gun. Go!

I can't believe it!
I'm--

The word you're
looking for is "dead."

Rev?

We've gotten their attention.
Swarm ships are deploying.

They're trying
to intercept
our missiles.

Good. That'll
keep 'em busy.

Now, Andromeda, I want you
to vent your atmosphere,
dump your water tanks

and toss every piece of crap
you've got in the cargo holds
out the hatches.

You're trying
to confuse them?

What's one
little bomb
in a crowd?

Venting, dumping,
and tossing, Captain.

They're firing those
black hole thingies
at us again.

Good for them.
Andromeda,

ready the nova bomb.
And, fire!

Nova bomb is away.

Impact in

ten, nine, eight.

Rev, what are you doing?

My name is
Red Plague,

five, four, three,

and I do
what I must.

two, one.

Impact!

Dylan. Dylan,
I'm so sorry.

That's impossible!

Tell me
that's impossible!

I don't know.
I just, don't know.

It's not impossible,
it's just really unfair.

Andromeda, bring us
back around.

It's broken.
Oh, yeah.

Forget my leg.
Was that what
I think it was?

Elevated radiation levels,
EMP X-rays, gamma rays,
oscillated neutrinos.

It was a nova.

We lived through a Nova?
See?

Told you
we wouldn't die.

Fools!
They thought they could
defeat us so easily.

You understand now,
Red Plague?

Everything is possible
for the Harbingers
of the Abyss.

Yes, I understand.

But then,
I understood
all along. Ekolaf.

Behold the fiery beast
with razor tail that cuts
through mountains,

trampling castles down.
Inhale the stench that
makes the whole world wail.

But which of us
is the beast?

Me, my master,
or you?

A Magog quoting Dante.

Canto Seventeen.

Uh, guys, can we save
the poetry for later,
get the hell out of here?

Man, my guts
are killing me.

Harper. Quickly,
we must go.

I know but one person
idiotic enough to try
and rescue three

dead men from
a Magog hive.

That's me,
Captain Idiot.

Now, I don't know
about the three of you

but... we have
a ship to catch.

We've just lost
the secondary
missile battery.

Hull integrity is severely
compromised. Beka,
we have to break off.

Like hell we do.
I promised you'd come back
with your crew or not at all.

I always keep
my promises.

Burnt flesh.

What do you hear?

Fires burning
and silence.

What do you know?
Something actually
went right.

The plasma mines
are still in place.

Rommie, lead the way.

What was that?

The god of the Magog.
They call it the Spirit
of the Abyss.

Yeah, well, whatever
they call it, it looks like
it was having a very bad day.

Good. I'd hate to think
I was the only one.

Rommie, let's get
the hell out of here.

Hurry. Hurry!

All systems green.
Prep for launch.

Just get us home.

We are out of
offensive missiles,

and the AP tanks
are down to
one-tenth full.

I guess this is it.

Andromeda, charge
your slipstream cores
to overload.

Prepare to eject
your EMG's
at the World Ship.

Aye-aye, Captain.
Charging.

Wait! I'm detecting a ship
launch from the surface.
It's the Maru.

Plotting intercept course.

Andromeda, lay down
covering fire. Trance,
get to the med deck.

Hold on, Dylan.
We're coming.

- Condition critical.
- Condition critical.

No, really?

Oh, Andromeda,
am I glad to see me.

Got 'em.
It's about time.

Let's get out of here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
It's okay!

Oh, man. Talk
about nightmares!

I dreamed I was
being infested

by Magog eggs,
and they were, uh...

not a dream?

I'm afraid not.

But everything
turned out okay, right?

I mean, we escaped,
uh...

the bad guys' World Ship
was destroyed,

and you just took
the eggs out, right?

We've escaped,
at any rate.

The World Ship
was not destroyed,

although we did
cripple it somewhat.

As for the eggs--

Magog larvae...

they kind of wrap
themselves around
things and...

when you try
to take them out,
they attack the host.

I figured out a way
to get them out,

but I wasn't sure
if it was going to work,

so I tried it out on Tyr,
and he survived, barely.

But I'm not
a Nietzschean.

This is a drug.
It is a lukaprine variant.

If you take it
religiously and remain in
otherwise good health,

it will keep the larvae
dormant for a time.

And while you're taking it,
we will try very hard

to find another way
to get them out.

Everything will be
just fine. We promise.

Gee, I feel
better already.

Just out of curiosity...

what happens when you can't
figure out a way
to get the larvae out?

I'm supposed
to take this forever?

No.

Eventually, the medication
will cease to be effective.

If we have not found
an alternative treatment
by that time...

the larvae will
become active...

and you will die.

Why don't you just
shoot me now?

Harper!
No, I mean it, Trance.

I don't want to walk
around life, waiting for
my stomach to burst open.

You should've just
left me to die.
You should've--

"Kill me. I'm doomed.
You should've just let me die."

Listen to yourself!

Child, if I can
teach you one thing--

If you're gonna give me
any more of that

"Where there's life,
there's hope" crap.

Thanks.

'Cause I really need
to hear it right about now.

Andromeda, prepare
for another jump.

I want to get as far
from that thing
as possible.

Well, at least
the slipstream drive
is working...

for a change, unlike
the rest of this place.
What a mess.

I could say the same thing
about you. How's your leg?

It's, uh, knitting.
Give the nanobots
a few more days and...

...I'll be as good as new.

So, I'm, uh, sorry
I blew you up
and everything.

You did the right thing.

You know, Beka,
in the old days,

with the proper training,
of course...

you would've made
one hell of
a commanding officer.

Really? And these days?

These days?
You're a miracle.

I'd promote you,
but you're already
a captain.

And the last thing I need
right now is to have
to answer to an admiral.

I guess I'll have
to settle for
first officer, then.

It's okay. Better
for my ulcers, anyway.

I know what you mean.

Hey, at least we know
the World Sh is out there.

Out there,
and headed our way...

despite the nova bomb.

Rommie, show him
what you showed me.

When we left, the World Ship
was already fusing hydrogen
to create a new sun.

How long until it's
fully operational?

It's hard to tell.
Two years,
three at the most.

Based on my last encounter,
it doesn't travel very quickly,

but a month or two
after it's operational,

it will be able
to strike out at any place
in the known worlds.

And once it does,
it and its
Magog inhabitants

will destroy everything
and everyone
we have ever known.

Unless we stop it.

So far, Andromeda's
0-for-2 against that thing.

Well, we can't
do it alone.

There's only one way
to defeat something
like that.

A unified front.

The entire known worlds
working together.

A renewed Commonwealth.

A renewed Commonwealth.

Before it was a dream.

Now, it's a necessity.