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I'll say this for the
old Commonwealth.

When it comes to
formal dinnerware,

you guys rule.

I do what I can.

It's all a little bit
much to me. I mean,

place cards? Come on.

Protocol is vital
to the Castalians.

President Lee
and his people

forged a republic

from a dozen
habitats and cultures;

water-breathers,
air-breathers,

beings that have lived
their entire lives in space.

Which explains why
the two fish-necks

get to hang out with the
hot chick with the lungs.

In fact,

I think I will sit
next to the lung lady.

And create a major
diplomatic incident?

I don't think so.

Your ship is a marvel,
Captain Hunt.

I must say, you have
exceeded our expectations.

Thank you, Mr. President.

That means a lot
coming from you.

Please.

If you keep that up,
you'll swell my head.

And then this
technological miracle

won't fit anymore and
I'll be forced to spend our

entire negotiation
in a bathtub.

Mr. President,
before we proceed,

I'd like to address some
of my security concerns.

Oh, of course.
And...

here's the information
you requested.

I'm very impressed.

And a little intimidated.

Don't worry. We're
on the same side.

Or, we will be, once the
charter has been signed.

Then by all means,
let's get to it.

I'd hate to
stand between

the colonel and
her new toys.

Certainly.

Alright then,

how about this one.

It's pink.

Beka, it's a state dinner.

That means formal.
Pick something.

What if they
start shooting?

How am I supposed
to run in a dress?

Good heavens,

what kind of dinner
parties have you been to?

You know?

Up until now, life
on the Andromeda's

been like living in
a first-class hotel...

with thrill rides!

You're supposed
to tie that.

I'm telling you, if Dylan
really gets fifty worlds

to sign his charter,

you know what
it's gonna be like.

Goodbye room service,
hello Foreign Service.

She'll have us dressing
like mannequins

every other Thursday.

Stop fidgeting!

Let's hear the
ceremonial music.

That's their
"Hail to the Chief"?

It's sounds more like a
tuna with a toothache!

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.

And we provide them
with the services

of the toughest warship
in the known universe.

Flatter me all
you want.

You still have to
wear the dress.

I said tell them no!

Tell them no as
often as it takes,

and then just tell
them no again.

You'll have to forgive
Chancellor Chandos.

He never bothered
to study decorum

while he was a partisan.

I understand completely.

If all goes well
this evening,

and the Parliament
approves,

then I see
no obstacle

to Castalia signing
your charter.

I'll make the
announcement tomorrow

in a live broadcast
to the entire Republic.

President Lee, that's -
that's wonderful news.

For both of us.

There's been too much
darkness since the Fall...

on Castalia, and everywhere
else, for that matter.

It's time we turned
the lights back on.

On behalf of the
Republic of Castalia,

I would like
to thank the

Andromeda Ascendant
for her gracious hospitality.

And may this
be the start

of a fruitful alliance.

Cheer! cheer!

I offer a toast

to President Lee,

who united his
people by appealling

to their highest ideals.

May he inspire a
host of imitators.

Thank you,
Reverend Bem.

I salute you for your
wisdom, your wit,

and your excellent
judge of character.

Oh, somebody
shoot me.

You think you've
got problems.

I'm never gonna score
with Captain Terrific

moving in on my turf.

Your President Lee
is quite the politician.

I'm lucky to work for
him. He's a great man.

He didn't have to
include the air-breathers

in his republic,
you know.

We're a minority, and

it wasn't a
popular move.

Well, I hope I can
live up to his example.

I should also like to
salute President Lee.

A man possessed of
determination and vision.

A vision to see
that Volsung Pride

could never be a
part of his republic.

And the determination

to see every Nietzschean
on Castalia slaughtered:

man, woman, and child.

The long night has come.

The Systems Commonwealth,

the greatest civilization
in history, has fallen.

But 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.

Tyr!

What the hell was
that supposed to be?

I was complimenting...

Don't insult
my intelligence!

I'm not the one
playing you for a fool.

Sebastian Lee
built his republic

on the bones
of my people.

The Volsung were a direct
offshoot of Kodiak Pride.

Their orbital habitat
was blown to pieces

during Lee's
War of Unification.

75,000 Nietzscheans!

My blood!

Like you said,
it was a war.

A war the Volsung
had already lost.

They were attempting
to surrender!

And Lee decided
to solve his

Nietzschean problem
once and for all.

So, be just a
bit more careful

who you're shaking
hands with, Captain Hunt.

Your fingers might
come away bloody.

Captain, if you're curious,

then why not check
our public records.

But to confront
the President

in this fashion...
well, it's insulting.

And I won't
stand for it.

No, it's all right.

We want Captain
Hunt to be our partner.

He deserves an explanation

if he wants one.

Captain,

please understand
that the Volsung

were invaders
in our system.

They looted.

They captured slaves.
They owned the sky.

We were helpless
against them.

Still, my people,
the water-breathers,

went relatively
unscathed.

We had nothing
they really wanted.

We built our strength,

waiting.

Eventually they
grew complacent.

We managed to
destroy their fleet.

But before we could
move on to their habitat,

they blew it
up themselves,

killing everyone
aboard...

including 10,000
Castalian slaves.

They're the murderers.

Not us.

That's impossible.

Nietzscheans don't
commit suicide.

It may not have
been deliberate.

Their munitions may have
detonated accidentally.

We'll never know
for certain.

Then you'll make
your records

available to my
ship's database?

Of course, Captain.

Our database is
at your disposal.

Those deaths were
a tragedy, captain.

Exactly the
kind of loss

your Commonwealth
hopes to prevent.

Please, review
the material.

If it meets with
your approval,

I still want to
sign the Charter.

live, on camera in
front of my people,

just as we planned.

If that's acceptable to you.

Yes, that's quite
acceptable, thank you.

Fine, then we
can broadcast

as soon as you have
checked our records

and the apology is made.

Apology?

I need a formal apology
from Tyr Anasazi.

Protocol, you know.

So tiresome.

I want you to apologize
to President Lee.

The man committed genocide.

Not according to
Castalian public records,

or the official investigation
into the explosion.

They both say the
Volsung habitat

was taken out
by friendly fire.

And you believe them?

Right now, you
have one story,

the Castalians
have another.

One that is
perfectly plausible.

Think more than a
few moves ahead, Tyr,

and remember
the long game.

Reestablish the
Commonwealth,

and we reestablish open
inquiry, accountability,

and justice.

Justice.
For Nietzscheans?

For everyone.

Or there's no point.

And a Big Hello to
all my many friends

at the Calhoun's
Corner Saloon,

where I can't
wait to enjoy my

two-for-one beers
every evening at sunset.

If I ever get
off this ship.

Ka-Ching!

Interplanentary pitchman,
Seamus Harper.

Sorry, was that Seamus,
or Shame-less, Harper?

Eh hahaha...

Very well, that's a
little more convincing.

Tell him...
tell him maybe.

Captain, the President's
address is in ten minutes.

Are you sure
your super-man

is going to show up?

Pay up.

I'm told I owe
you an apology.

Captain, could we have
a moment alone, please.

Andromeda, engage privacy mode.
- Yes, sir.

Mr. President, the
parliament is convened,

and your speech begins
in 8 minutes and 32 seconds.

Thank you.

This won't take long.

I apologize for
my tardiness.

I hope I'm not too late.

You missed Tyr's
act of contrition.

Did I?

I know, I know.
Pay up.

Strictly for charity,
of course.

The Presidential March.

That can't be right.

What are you doing?!?

He's been shot!

The Nietzschean has
shot President Lee!

He's dead.

I've got him.
I've got the killer.

You put that away.

Eternal life...

He's having
convulsions.

We've gotta get
Tyr to medical.

Rommie!

Get security
in here, now!

Would you close
that stupid camera!

I loved him,
you know.

He was like
a father to me.

And I failed
to protect him.

We all failed
to protect him.

It was my job!

When my parents died,

it was Sebastian Lee
who gave me a home.

It was Sebastian Lee
who made me believe

that I was
worth something,

even though
I'm a breather.

Rev Bem would
say that only the

smallest part of
him is gone.

His spirit lives.

His accomplishments
survive him.

Now it's your job
to carry on his work.

You're right.

Thank you.

I'll have a forensics
team here by noon

and a security team to

take the assassin
into custody.

I'm afraid I can't
let you do that.

This is my ship.

I have jurisdiction here

and I won't have a
horde of outsiders

trampling on a
crime scene.

So what do you
propose to do?

Incarcerate the killer
in your private prison?

When we identify
the killer,

I'll turn him over
to Castalia for trial.

When we identify
the killer?

We saw it!
We were there!

We saw the aftermath,
not the crime.

I promise you,
you'll be involved

in every step of
the investigation.

But this will be
an investigation,

not a witch hunt.

You should patch into our
live feed on the Obs Deck.

You'll probably
want to see this.

Reverently do I
don this armor,...

in the knowledge
that it represents

my duties as Shield
of the Republic.

Citizens of Castalia,

I swear

by the blood of
President Lee,

that his murderer

will suffer the ultimate
justice for his crime.

Ultimate justice?

Castalia has the death
penalty for murder.

When all is know,

our action will
be swift, certain,

and final.

Well, that was uh...
inflammatory.

There are twenty
billion very angry

people in the
Castalian Republic.

If Chandos hadn't assured
them of his firm intentions,

they'd come up
here and tear

your ship apart with
their bare hands.

Good. Something
else to look forward to.

Tyr.

Tyr.

It's Dylan.

So it is.

Do you know
where you are?

I'm in medical.

And I'm under guard.

What's the last
thing you remember?

We were in
hydroponics.

You were
talking about...

games.

So you don't

remember being on Obs
Deck with the president?

No.

But I'm going to assume
our meeting didn't go well.

While you were alone
with President Lee,

he was killed

with two shots
from your force lance.

Have you worked
out who did it?

Captain, passive
sensors are detecting

movement on the
Castalian moon.

I'm registering a massive
launch from the surface.

On my way.
How many?

More than 300 ships,

and they're heading
straight towards us.

Great.

Chancellor, what's...

Mr. President,
what's going on.

Andromeda says you've
launched an armada.

Not me, Captain.
My people.

Billions of Castalians
are howling for blood.

Our military high
command has decided

that I am a hostage
on your ship,

and we never bargain
with hostage takers.

So, tell them
you're safe,

that you can leave
any time you'd like.

I've tried that.

They believe that
I am under duress.

There must be
someone willing to listen.

You can't let things
escalate like this.

I did not create this
situation, Captain.

Your crewman did.

If you would
like it to end,

I would suggest that
you deliver the killer

to our custody.
And soon.

Otherwise, I cannot
be responsible

for the actions
of my people.

So if you turn Tyr
over to the Castalians,

what will they
do with him?

Put him on trial,
probably a big showy one.

A fair trial?

Chandos's personality
is abrasive,

but his reputation
is spotless.

And Lee was... well,
he was Sebastian Lee.

Which is your long-winded way
of saying you hope so.

If you're asking me, would
I betray an innocent man

just to get my
Commonwealth,

the answer is no.

But there is

one question none
of us wants to ask.

Which is?

What if Tyr isn't
an innocent man?

That's your
reconstruction

of the crime?

As of now.

I think that's
the most pathetic

and ill-planned excuse

for an assassination
I've ever seen.

And I speak as one
who has had some

slight experience
in these matters.

So you would have
done things differently.

Method 1:

Slow acting poison
in his food.

A bit obvious, but

no sure way to
connect it to me.

Method 2:

Nanobots in his shuttle,
timed for reentry.

The shuttle burns up
and leaves no evidence.

Method 3:

A dart tipped with
stonefish toxin.

Primitive, but undetectable -
mimics heart failure.

Or I could have arranged for
his breathing apparatus to fail,

or perhaps I might
have replaced..

I get the picture,
I get the picture.

Good.

Then there can only
be one conclusion.

I'm innocent.

Because you never
would have gotten caught.

Precisely.

Well then, now that
that's out of the way,

would you like
to suggest

that the greater good
requires my surrender?

Your surrender?

For a man
determined to cook

history's greatest omelette,

you're awfully squeamish
about cracking your eggs.

It's not like he
doesn't kill people.

I mean, hell, it used
to be his day job.

Yeah, but nobody
hired Tyr to kill Lee.

Did they?

All I'm saying is,

and it may sound
a little selfish,

sometimes you gotta
throw a wolf to the wolves

to keep the rest of
us from getting eaten.

Please. I could
swat that fishing fleet

of theirs in the Maru.

Yeah, and you'd
eat them for lunch.

Now there's a thought.

Do fish people eat fish?

Or is it like humans
eating monkeys or apes?

The Castalians are humans.

Genetically engineered
to breathe water,

but still human.

Besides, humans
do eat monkeys.

Humans eat other humans.

As a species, we are
really quite unpleasant.

So, Mr. Harper,

you care to update us
on the investigation?

Gladly. I'm completely
at the colonel's disposal.

And I mean *completely*.

I'm sure you do.

OK. Weaponry 101.

The force lance is the
High Guard's favorite toy.

Retracted, it can be
used as a light source

or a scanner or whatever
else comes to mind,

and deployed,

it makes a nifty quarterstaff
or, uh, limbo bar.

Now, in either
configuration,

it can fire tiny
attack drones

effectors, uh, basically smart
bullets from a smart gun.

This force lance has recently
fired two such effectors.

Timestamp matches
President Lee's death.

However,

according to the
internal sensors,

the effectors were
fired at a low velocity

straight down
toward the deck.

As they slowed to zero,

they each acquired the target

and then attacked
on their own power,

like a couple of bats out of
H-E-double-hockey-sticks.

Kind of an indirect
way to shoot someone.

You're telling me.

And that's not
the weird part.

There was a full
capacitor discharge

that matches
Tyr's electric shock.

Force lances are keyed
to the owner's DNA.

If it shocked him, it

wasn't his force lance.

Oh, it definitely was his.

These are the
weapon ID's

that Andromeda
downloaded.

The serial numbers match.

The murder was
committed with

the Nietzschean's
force lance.

The murder was committed
by the Nietzschean.

Why would he
shock himself?

Maybe he
wanted it to

look like he'd
been attacked.

Nietzscheans don't
deliberately

injure themselves.
It's anti-survival.

You know, none of
this makes any sense.

Assassinating Sebastian
Lee doesn't make sense.

So what if the Nietzschean
chose an eccentric way

to shoot the president.

Assassins have been
known to be eccentric.

Not Tyr.

Uh, overbearing, self-righteous,
vain, vicious, brutal,

way too serious,
and a little big, yeah.

But eccentric? No.

Are you sure this
isn't less about justice

than it is about pinning
the murder on Tyr?

Pinning?

Pinning?

Your crewman was alone
in a room with someone

that he had
every reason

in three galaxies
to want dead.

That person
is now dead.

And with all your
hemming and hawing,

all you've succeeded
in doing is to prove

that he was shot
with your man's gun.

Thank you for
the information.

I'll make sure it's conveyed
to the proper authorities.

Well,

score another point for
informed cooperation.

Beka, in the old days,

did you ever do any
background checks

on the people who
were hiring you?

Yeah, all the time.
Better safe than sorry.

Exactly what I
was thinking.

OK, here's what we've
got on Colonel Ironpants.

It was her job to
protect the president.

Well done.

She also had the
specs on Tyr's weapon

by her own request,

and she's awfully
eager to hang Tyr.

So we've got method and
opportunity, but not motive.

She adored Lee.
He freed her people.

Not in time to
save her family.

They were
Nietzschean slaves.

The laborers who
died on the habitat.

You don't brand
your employees.

You brand your slaves.

If Tyr's right about
the Volsung Pride,

if Lee deliberately
ordered its destruction,

then he also
ordered the deaths

of the forced laborers
and Yao's family.

Revenge.

Always a popular dish.

Add another name
to the list.

Which makes three.

Tyr, Yao, and who else?

Revenge is always a
solid motive for murder,

but there's another old standard
we've been overlooking.

Power.

Impossible.

You're grasping at straws.

Am I?

Yesterday Chandos
was chancellor.

Today he is president.
That's quite a promotion.

One which he
would have gotten

even if Lee
were still alive.

Maybe he got impatient.

How long would he
have had to wait?

Ten years? Twenty?

Three days, Captain.

Sebastian Lee was
planning to resign

as soon as the
charter was ratified.

It was to
be his last

great act as
president.

Chandos would've been

president by the end of
the week, and he knew it.

Now,

if you're through insulting
our elected officials,

I have a report to make.

Captain,

a Castalian ship
is attempting

forced entry
into Hangar 3.

Given the
circumstances,

I'm going to have to
ask you to wait here.

They're trying to
override the door controls.

Should I just
let them in?

Let them feel like they're
accomplishing something.

Welcome aboard.

Now!

Colonel.

The Castalian
government

would like to make
it clear that this

attack was

an unauthorized
action by civilian militia.

I'm sure they would.

Thank you for
avoiding any bloodshed.

I'm not sure we would have
done the same in your place.

I want you to
look at something.

More schematics.

Bear with me.

Each force lance is
keyed to its owner.

Andromeda, what happens
if someone tries to use

a force lance that
doesn't belong to them?

The capacitor
is discharged,

and the unauthorized user
is shocked unconscious.

But this *is*
Tyr's force lance.

The serial numbers
confirm it.

It wouldn't have
shocked him.

Normally, you'd be right.

Normally.

But today I
took out your

concerned citizens...

with a force lance
operating by remote control.

Remote control?

Someone with
the right codes

can control a
force lance,

either by voice,

pulsed laser, or
microwave transmission.

So, what I'm
suggesting is this.

Tyr was in the room
with President Lee,

making his apologies.

Suddenly, his force lance
discharged two effectors.

Now, Lee saw the
effectors leave Tyr's sidearm,

and he shouted.
- "What are you doing?"

But he was too late.

Lee was killed.

Tyr grabbed his weapon
and tried to control it,

but it shocked him.

Why?

Because Tyr's command
of his sidearm

had been taken from him.

Control was somehow
assigned to someone else.

Andromeda, do you
have any record

of intercepted
transmissions

at the time of
President Lee's death?

There was a low-frequency
microwave transmission

detectable outside
Obs Deck.

Origination?

The transmission
originated from

a communications port in
the observation deck itself.

I control that port.

Captain, the
evidence is clear.

I killed President Lee.

My records
clearly indicate

that I gave the order
to kill President Lee.

But do you
remember doing it?

Memory is just a function
of information retrieval.

The information is
there. I did it.

But you don't remember
intending to do it,

or planning to do it.

No. No, I don't.

Okay,

here's my plan.

We download
your personality

into my neural net until
we get this sorted out.

We what?

Have you read the
Castalian legal code?

Do you know what
they do to an AI

who commits murder?
They disassemble it!

In the Commonwealth,
we did the same thing.

Complete personality
reinitialization.

Yeah, but they
can't erase you

if they can't find you.

Come on, Rommie,
interface with me.

It's the closest
I'm ever gonna get.

I'll just store your
data in my cranium

until we can solve
this stupid mystery.

Harper, that would work
for about a millisecond.

Then your brain would fry
like an egg on a plasma relay.

You saying you're
too smart for me?

I'm saying it's very
sweet of you to offer,

but I'm not going to
hide from the Castalians.

What are you
doing loose?

The general consensus
is that I am innocent.

You're many things,
but innocent is not one of them.

I imagine that
makes two of us.

What's that
supposed to mean?

It means congratulations on
committing the perfect crime.

I won't even dignify
that with a reply.

You killed Lee,

and then you arranged
for me to take the blame,

knowing full well
that no Castalian

would ever believe an
innocent Nietzschean.

That's insane.
Why would I do that?

Because Lee ordered
the death of your family.

Sebastian Lee never
made that order.

And if I believed for
one minute that he did,

I would have killed him.

May we have
that in writing?

Pesky little critters.

What's up, Harper?

Uhhh....

Dylan, I have a
confession to make.

It was me.
Lee, the murder...

I did it.

I programmed
Rommie to kill Lee.

Not now, Harper.
I don't have the time for this.

Well, fine. I'll confess
to the Castalians.

They'll believe me.

OK, why did you do it?

Why? Why?
Because.

Because I didn't like
their stupid fish music.

That's why.

Harper, I appreciate
your loyalty.

But what I really need
you to do is solve this crime.

Andromeda's checked
every program in her inventory

and she can't find a
trace of the hacker.

So, if you could just
move the confessional

back to the machine
shop, that would be great.

Fine. But I reserve the
right to confess later.

Hey! Harper confessed
to the murder, huh?

He tried.

Yeah, well, his heart's
in the right place.

Dylan,

maybe we should
cut our losses.

There are a million
other worlds out there.

Plenty of fish in the sea?

You said it, not me.

My problem isn't leaving.

My problem is the

statement we'd
be making that

this ship and
her crew are

somehow above
the law, that we're...

better than the people
we're trying to help.

Aren't we?

Hey!

I read the first
officer's job description.

Play devil's advocate's
on page three.

Get thee behind me, Satan.

Andromeda, I was just...

Looking for me.
I know.

Captain,

I'm ready to
surrender myself

to the Castalian
authorities.

I won't let you
sacrifice yourself.

Dylan, I'm a warship.

I was created with the
knowledge that I might

be sacrificed for the good
of the Commonwealth.

I've always been
prepared for that.

Haven't you?

It was always
a possibility.

But in battle,

going down fighting
together. Not like this.

What is it Rev
Bem always says?

The universe doesn't always
give you what you want.

It gives you
what you need.

Uh Dylan, you're...

not gonna believe this!

Oh, no. You're not gonna
confess again, are you?

I'll resent that tomorrow,
but for now...

excuse me...

check this out.

This is President Lee when
he first entered command.

Now, here's Chandos
taking the oath.

Now, Lee at the supper party.

Now, observe.

Captain, you wanted
to speak to me?

You see?

Not exactly see, but
my hearing is just fine.

This is Captain Dylan
Hunt of the High Guard.

Investigation has shown

that an Artificial
Intelligence was involved

in the tragic death
of your president.

In such a case,

Commonwealth law demands
that the AI's personality

be completely erased.

I invite you,

the people of the
Castalian Republic,

to observe the
law in action.

Bring in the prisoner.

President Chandos
will bear witness...

as I give
the codes

which will destroy the
Andromeda intelligence.

Andromeda Ascendant,

are you ready?

Yes, Captain,
I am ready.

Oh, we almost forgot.

Mr. President,
your entrance music.

What? No...I...

We want to observe
proper protocol.

No!

No, no, please, no, stop,

Please. Please stop!

Is there a problem?

This is a mistake.

I don't understand.

Of course you do.

You're the one that
loaded the computer virus

into the presidential music.

Which is why you never
played any for yourself.

After Tyr's behavior provided
you with the perfect cover,

you directed Andromeda
to kill President Lee.

At least,

kill the man in the
presidential breastplate.

Recognition
software is dicey,

and you Castalians,
you all look so much alike.

Excluding, of course,
Colonel Yao.

Much safer to
tell Rommie

to target the guy with
the dish on his chest,

than to tell her
to shoot at a guy

with tubes sticking
out of his fishneck.

It was a good plan,

you must admit.

You needed better music.

Ulysses Chandos,

I'm placing you
under arrest

for the murder
of President Lee.

I don't understand.

You were already
gonna succeed him.

You just had to wait
a few more days.

For his resignation.

That was the problem.

Please... please
stop the camera.

I want to talk
to Colonel Yao

and Captain Hunt
in private.

Clear the deck.

You have to understand.

What I did,

I did for Castalia.

You're lying.

You both know

that Lee was
going to resign

after the charter
ratification,

but have you seen
his resignation speech?

Well, I have.

He couldn't leave
well-enough alone.

His damn ego.

He didn't want
to just be a hero.

He wanted to
be a saint.

But we both know
there are no saints

on the battlements,
are there, Captain?

No. Not really.

The Volsung orbital did
not explode by accident.

Lee ordered
its destruction.

I know, I was there.
We both agreed.

You let the
super-men go,

and they'll come back
stronger than before.

There are no

non-combatant
Nietzscheans.

A three-year-old will
disembowel a man.

What about
the laborers?

The slaves?

Collateral damage.

A small price to
pay for freedom.

- Or so we thought.
- I don't believe you.

Oh, the record's
clear, colonel.

Your hero, he
had feet of clay.

Bloody clay, at that.

But even worse,

he had a
conscience.

If he had confessed,

the air-breathers would have
demanded blood vengeance.

The water-breathers,

they would've resisted,

and we would've been
faced with a civil war.

I tried to talk
him out of it.

I told him he was putting
too much trust in his people,

but he... of course,
he would not listen.

He left me no choice.

I had to save
the republic.

By killing the man
who created it.

You must let me go.

We can find
someone else

to blame for Lee's murder,
or leave it unsolved.

But we can't let
the truth come out.

It will destroy us all.

Castalia and your
Commonwealth.

If you think I'll
cooperate in a coverup,

you're mistaken.

Colonel, your prisoner.

That's a lifepod
to your right.

You're letting me go.

No, you're
trying to escape.

What?

What are you doing?

I wish you wouldn't.

It'll only make
things worse.

It will make
everything right.

I'll kill him and
then confess to

being guilty to
killing them both.

They'll believe me.

They never turn down
a confession. Especially

from a breather.

They'll execute you.

It's the only way to
preserve the republic.

I'm not going to let

either of you cover
up a genocide.

If the Commonwealth
stands for anything,

it stands for open
process of the law.

And if the
institutions of

Sebastian Lee can
survive his death,

they certainly can survive
the truth about his life.

And you...

you've been fighting me
all along, demanding justice.

Well, now you
can have it.

But only if you let
the truth come out.

The truth?

The truth is that
the man that I loved

like a father
betrayed my people.

I would have
died for him!

He was a great man.

A great man who
made a terrible mistake.

And the people of
Castalia should know that.

Nothing is more
important than the truth.

Nothing.

Parliament ratified the charter
with three votes to spare.

Another step toward
a new Commonwealth.

A rather large one.

I should think you
would be pleased.

I've been following
the news reports.

Riots on some of the islands,
counter-demonstrations.

It'll probably
blow over soon.

Are you familiar
with Aeschuylus?

Ancient Earth, right?
Greek tragedy?

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.

Orestes mother
killed his father.

He was forced to
kill her in revenge.

Forced to kill.

Much as Andromeda
was forced to kill.

Do you remember how
the curse was finally ended?

Apollo invented
the jury trial.

The jury found
Orestes innocent.

Indeed.

The cycle was broken
when public justice

replaced private vengeance,

just as you
are trying to do.

There's only one problem
with your analogy, Rev.

Apollo was a god.

I'm just a man.