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Again! Harder!

Stop. Watch.

The punch should begin at the soles of your feet
and end at the back of your opponent's skull.

Well, I don't want to hurt you.

Let me worry about that.

OK.

Hi-Ho!

What was that?

You told me to choose a Ki-yai. A sharp exhalation
to focus energy and intimidate the opponent.

And you chose "Hi Ho"!?!

Is that a bad one?

You might want to choose another,

unless you intend to incapacitate
your opponents with laughter. Hmmm?

Ok. Ummm...all right, I've got one. Ready?

Hee-Haw!

Hee Haw! Hee Haw! Hee Haw!

Yee haw! Way to go, Harper!

I thought Harper was refitting
our G-Array on Mitner Drift.

Yeah, he was. He took a detour
on the way back. Infinity Atoll.

He flew all the way to Infinity
just to go surfing?

Just? It's the pan-galactic
surfing championships.

Do the words Absent Without Leave
mean anything to you people?

Huh?

- How's he doing?
- As of last Tuesday, 48th place.

- That doesn't sound so good.
- Out of ten thousand entries.

- There are ten thousand insane surfers out there?
- And ours is one of the craziest.

Dylan, Beka, we're receiving a distress call.

- It's from a Wayist courier ship, the Om Shanti
- Andromeda, on-screen. Take us in.

Andromeda, this is the Om Shanti.
We have been attacked and are severely damaged.

Our slipstream drive is inoperable.
We need immediate assistance.

I say again, this is the Om Shanti
hailing the Andromeda Ascendant.

- Serenity Khalsa?
- You know him?

Mmmmm... Vikram Singh Khalsa, a great man,
revered among Wayists.

- Dylan, we must save him.
- That's the plan.

Beka, deploy the grapples.

Andromeda, maximum velocity to intercept.
Rev Bem, tell them we're on our way.

Help, someone. The Serenity needs help.

- Is anyone else on board?
- No.

- Rommie, get Trance down here, now!
- Rafe?

Beka?

You two know each other?

You could say that. Dylan Hunt,
meet Raphael Valentine, my brother.

The long night has come

The system Commonwealth, the
greatest civilisation was fall

and now one ship, one crew are
about drive back the night,

they'll gush up the light of civilisation

on the starship Andromeda hope lives again

.

Andromeda, vitals.

Radiation levels normal. Respiration depressed,
and heart rate accelerated.

There are some odd discrepancies.

We must save him. The Serenity is a light among Wayists.
A philosopher, a teacher, a peacemaker.

And a human, which means
that patching him up is easy as cake.

Easy as pie.

Are you sure about that? I think
that making pie is a lot harder than cake.

Just fix him, Trance.

Oh, he'll be fine.
Compared to baking, brain surgery is a snap.

We better wait here.

Is there somewhere quiet
I can go to pray for His Serenity's health?

- Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.
- No, I never joke about prayer.

I give up. You look like Rafe,
you sound like Rafe,...

...you sure as hell aren't acting
like any Valentine I know.

So who are you,
and what have you done with my brother?

Rocket, I really have changed.

No one's called me 'Rocket' since dad died.

I pray for him every day, you know.

Damn. I'd forgotten how good you are.

Good? What do you mean? Good at what?

The scam. The con.

When Rafe Valentine gets into character,
he goes all the way. Marks don't stand a chance.

This isn't a con.

- I really have found the Way.
- Yeah. The way into Khalsa's bank account.

You can drop the act.
Nobody here but us Valentines.

Beka, I've lied. I've cheated. I've caused you pain,
but I swear. I swear, I've changed.

"I've changed, I swear."
Where have I heard that before?

Oh, yeah, it was the time that you joined that Vedran
commune and stole all their farm equipment.

Or, oh no, I remember,it was the time
that you took off with that neo-hippy chick.

What were you gonna do, save trees or something?
I bet you made a fortune in lumber.

I deserve that. And more.

Tell you what, just for today,
you watch what I do, and you decide.

You tell me if I'm the same old Rafe,
or if I indeed have turned over a new leaf.

Inch of ligament,
touch of nerve tissue...

Trance, please, quickly!

Stop!

What are you doing?

Serenity, please, we're here to help you.

This is Trance Gemini.
She's going to inject nanobots to repair your injuries.

No. That is completely unnecessary.

Divine compassion is my medicine.
The universe is my healer.

Trust me. Nanobots are much more reliable.

No, Trance, please leave him.
I apologize, Serenity.

I did not realize you were
committed to the Mountain Path.

The What Path?

The Mountain Path is the purest
and most demanding form of Wayism...

complete and utter acceptance of everything
the universe presents, even sickness, even death.

If the universe has no further use of this shell,
who am I to argue?

Yes, but what if I am an instrument of the Divine?
Then who are you to refuse my treatment?

Little girl, you would debate a dying man?

- Yes. But you're not dying.
- Good.

Then stop hovering over me with your needles.

Heh...what manner of adventure
have you in store for me today?

She's magnificent...awe-inspiring.

Why, thank you.

Captain Hunt, I can't thank you enough
for answering our call...for saving His Serenity.

You're welcome.
Maybe you can fill me in on what happened.

- Who was trying to kill you?
- This time.

I wish I knew. They came out of nowhere...
never said a word, just started firing on us.

I was taking His Serenity
to peace talks with the Restorians.

- Restorians?
- Uh...eco-terrorists.

They came out of nowhere about three years ago,
and they've been devastating the space lanes ever since.

The Restorians say
it's bad enough to despoil your own planet,

but space travel encourages colonization,

and colonization damages indigenous cultures
and exterminates native ecology.

They can't allow that.

And they're going to stop it by blowing up starships?

Well, according to their logic,

if you can't get from one planet to another,
you can't screw up anything but your own back yard.

Shockingly, a lot of people
find their methods a little extreme.

Especially the Free Trade Alliance.

They've been having talks about mounting
a major campaign against the Restors.

Singh Khalsa was trying
to bring both sides to negotiate.

But someone didn't want the meeting to take place.

Ten guilders on the eco-terrorists.

The FTA would never shoot anything
when they could just tax it to death.

- We'll take you to your meeting.
- We/You will?

The Restorians are shooting at starships.
We are on a starship.

Peace talks sound like a good thing.

Hello, Tyr.

- Have you come to join me in meditation?
- Meditation is for weak people with troubled minds.

Is your mind troubled?

You have an interesting way
of starting a philosophical discussion.

Save the sophistry for Dylan.
I don't have the time.

When the Om Shanti hailed us,
they asked for us by name.

How did they know where we were?

I presume you have a theory.

- You gave the Wayists our location.
- Of course.

The Andromeda and the Wayists
have many common goals.

Informing the Way of our mission
has obvious advantages.

Just not so obvious that you bothered
to inform Dylan. Or me.

Perhaps I was too indiscriminate
with my colleagues.

So, you expect me to believe
that this was all just an oversight?

I don't expect you to believe anything.

Now if we're through,
I'd like to get back to my troubled mind.

Tread carefully, Wayist.

I don't like surprises.
And, I suspect, neither does Dylan.

So, your brother's a...uh...brother.

If Rafe Valentine's a monk,
I'm a vestal virgin.

You don't think his arrival here was an accident.

Andromeda, how many sentients
are there in this sector of the galaxy?

223 billion, approximately.

And he just stumbles into us?
Valentines don't play longshots.

Tell you what, while I check up on Singh Khalsa,
you keep an eye on Rafe.

I always keep an eye on Rafe...
and the other eye on the silverware.

This is the rad signature of the Om Shanti,

and this is the radiation tag of the stealth destroyer
that attacked us at Ro Capricornus.

- They're identical.
- As you suspected.

So, we were forced into a sun
and bathed in radiation by Restors.

Who'd rather destroy themselves than be captured.

Or identified, I suppose.

Good. Our enigmatic foe has a name.
Let's see if he has a face.

Start scanning the sector database
for any reference to Restors and work outward, hmmm?

Drop it! Your day's up, big brother.
I've killed men for stealing my disks.

You just say that to scare them.

Besides, I'm not stealing it.

- I'm returning it.
- Give me that.

- I was wondering where this one went!
- I took it the last time I was on the Maru.

I know a Nightsider who pays huge
for museum-quality finds like that.

But then I remembered what you did to get it, and...
well, it's not much, but I want to start making amends.

So this is supposed to convice me that you got religion?

The Way is not exactly a religion.
It's more of a really wide road.

It's like the eightfold path, the twelve steps,
the ten commandments.

OK, give it up, Rafe. What are you doing here,
and why did you track me down.

I didn't track you down.
I didn't even know you were on the ship.

Oh, so this is all just a big coincidence?

- Miracles can happen.
- Oh.

Listen, Rocket,

you've caught some really bad breaks.
One of the worst of them is being stuck with me.

- I'm gonna make it up to you. I promise.
- I'm not the one you needed to make it up to.

- I never was.
- Right. Dad.

- You didn't even come to his funeral.
- I couldn't...

stand to see him that way.
I couldn't stand what he'd done to himself.

What he'd done to himself?
Rafe, what about what you did to him?

You were his heart, and you left!
It broke him.

You're right.

There's nothing I can do about it now,
but for what it's worth, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for him, I'm sorry for you,
I'm sorry for everything.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Anything?

They're good.

The Restors are waging guerilla war on the space lanes,
but somehow they manage to stay completely anonymous.

You know, I've been thinking.

What if this is exactly what it looks like?
A peace mission, a few rogue terrorists.

You want to trust him, don't you?

Rafe said he didn't know I was here.
I think I believe him.

He apologized to me.

Rafe Valentine has never apologized
to anyone for anything in his life. Until now.

I mean, if Wayism can turn a born killer like Rev Bem
into a monk, maybe it can really change my brother.

Hey, I'm 342 years old. Anything's possible.

Initiating departure, Hangar Number Two.

- Hangar Two? Rommie, what's going on?
- Rafe Valentine is launching the Eureka Maru.

- What?!? Under whose authorization?
- Yours.

- He's stealing the Maru.
- Andromeda, plot a pursuit course.

No. He's my brother, he's my problem.
Andromeda, ready a slip-fighter in hangar four.

- You don't have to do this by yourself.
- Yeah. I do.

Serenity?

Trance made this for you...
Angel's Tears from Gehenna.

She assures me it has no medicinal value.

Heh...that is very kind of her.

May I ask you a personal question?

The universe loves questions.

It concerns Rafe Valentine.

What do you really know
about your acolyte, Serenity?

That he is a headstrong and impulsive young man.
But you probably figured that out for yourself.

You have given quite a position of trust
to someone with his dubious background.

Yes. It's fun, isn't it?

I get to watch his higher and lower natures
do battle on a daily basis.

Yes.

But if you're asking if he will return
with your friend's ship, I hope so.

- I would like him beside me at the meeting.
- Yes. With the terrorists.

The Restorians.

One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.

You sympathize with their cause?

Let's just say that I empathize.
Have you seen Krendar 4 lately?

Oh, it's a blue-green gem of a world
rendered uninhabitable.

Air you can't breathe, water you can't drink,
and for what? Corporate profit taking?

Yes, but to blow starships out of the sky?
The arrogance. The waste.

The alternative?

The universe is a precious gift.
We must not squander it.

And this gives you the operational data for...

He stole that rattle-trap ship of hers?
I believe I'm beginning to like him.

Tyr, you don't mean that.

Yes, I do. It's the first self-motivated act
I've seen around here in months.

And now, may I suggest that we drop that insipid swami,
Serenity Khalsa, off at the next drift

and make a graceful exit
before someone starts shooting at us.

You know I can't do that.

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?

- Reasonably, yes.
- 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 300 years.

You take that back!

Why?

Because Dylan is our captain.
Because he's saved our lives dozens of times.

Because if you don't then I'm gonna hit you!

Don't forget to hee-haw.

- HEE...!
- Trance!

Huh?

It's ok. Tyr's right.

- He is?
- Yes.

It does get frustrating fighting so many losing battles,
but I never expected anything different.

I'm trying to erase 300 years of chaos and corruption.
I'm not going to win every time.

But when we do win, it's gonna be big, big news.
So if I were you, I'd stick around.

It's going to be an amazing ride.

Rafe!

Rafe, get out here and take it like a man!

Rafe!

Damn it!

Ground control, this is Eureka Maru. Do you read?

Welcome, my child.
How can we serve you?

Who's "we"? Where am I?

You are at Starlight and Still Water,
a monastery of the Way.

Ok.

You can't get to Kale 14 to here in six jumps,
and you know it. You can't do it in fifteen.

But there's no reason for them
to lie about their point of origin.

All the more reason to be suspicious.

Talking to yourself is the first sign of mental collapse.

Only for wet-ware.

So, what are you two talking about?

The Om Shanti.

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.

Curiouser and curiouser.
Good work. Keep checking.

Ding-dong. Anyone home?

You wish to see our brother?

My brother, yeah.

Please, sit.

He's meeting with his spiritual advisor.
I will bring him to you when he's finished.

- How long do you think it'll be?
- How troubled is his spirit?

Brother, I offer my will to you.
Please accept this burden, the good and bad of me.

It's been six weeks since I've had so much as a beer.

And if that purple chick hands me one more cup of tea,
I'm gonna pour it down her throat!

- Is your cover still holding?
- Of course.

- My own sister thinks I'm a real monk.
- Good.

Then Phase 2 shall be easy.
How complete is your access to the ship?

Pretty much got the run of the place, except
the engineering decks and the weapons lockers.

We only need you on the Command Deck.
This is an EMP Trigger device.

It'll read completely invisible to the Andromeda's sensors.
At least until it blows her to pieces.

- That wasn't part of the original plan.
- Plans change.

If this goes off, it'll blow Andromeda out of the sky,
and kill everyone with her.

The Andromeda is an abomination,
and her crew expendable.

You know what?

This isn't fun any more.
I think I'm done playing.

This is not a game!
You don't get to pick up your ball and go home.

Someone named Valentine is going to die.
Be thankful you at least get to decide which one.

You are really something, Valentine, you know that?
You steal my ride and run straight to confession.

Oh, I'm sorry, had you wanted to say
a blessing before we hit the road?

You think that's really funny, don't you?

- Do you ever think about it?
- What?

The life we used to live. The buzz, the hustle.
Do you ever miss it?

Uh, sometimes.

And then I think about dumping payload
to outrun an FTA bounty hunter,

and somehow I don't miss any more.

We don't have to go back to the Andromeda, you know.

We can just take off. Valentine smart,
Valentine smarter. Marks won't know what hit 'em.

Now you sound like the old Rafe.

Well, the thing is, I'm kind of having second thoughts
about this whole Wayism deal.

- Call it a crisis of faith. Come on, you understand.
- Rafe, please don't do this.

You know, I'm just starting to buy
into this whole Wayism thing.

And to be honest, it looks good on you.

For once in my life,
I'm actually proud of something you're doing.

Just do me a favor.
See it through the end this time.

Welcome back.
How was your trip?

So, the lamb has returned to the fold.

Serenity, you're up.
Blessed be.

I was afraid you would miss the consummation
of our vital mission.

Come. Help a sick man back to his room,
and tell me all about your impulsive trip.

As you were.

So, Rev, what's our top story tonight?

Beka and Rafe are a lot alike, don't you think?

Heh...I think all humans look alike to you.

They look like lunch.

I spent this morning debating
the kabala with his Serenity.

It's not smart to make fun of a magog with a migraine.

And I think it's going to get worse.

Are you going to show that flexi to me or not?

I am sure there's a good explanation.

- Shall I escort him to V-Deck?
- No. Not yet.

Her brother. Her problem.

It's a goddamn Restor Rally!

That's you and your hippie chick girlfriend
and a Restor Rally! You're one of them!

No. No, I swear. Ok, maybe...look,
it's not what you think.

It better not be.

Beka, this is Danni...the,
what'd you call her...the neo-hippie?

She was into all this stuff.
I just sorta tagged along.

Tagged along? Do better.

I sold them some stuff.

You ran guns for them, didn't you.
You ran guns for the Restors.

Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?
These people are fanatics!

- Oh, Beka, you don't understand.
- Don't understand, my ass!

You're still one of them, aren't you?

This is all a trick! You're here working for the Restors!
You're a Restor spy! Say it!

No! I'm an FTA spy!

I work for the Free Trade Alliance under cover.

Singh Khalsa is a Restor, and if I don't stop him,
he's gonna kill everybody on this ship.

No more cons, Rafe.

Rev Bem knows all about Singh Khalsa.
He's some Wayist big shot.

The real Singh Khalsa is, but he's dead.

Talk faster.

You were right about the gun-running.

There was a bush war on Calliope.
I lucked into some leftovers. It was sweet.

But then I met Danni. Beka, she wasn't like the rest.
She...she wouldn't hurt a fly.

What, then, you started smuggling leaflets?

Danni and her friends would raise money
for the cause and funnel it back to me.

And you used it to buy weapons.
Raked in a little off the top, too, I don't doubt.

That's not it at all.
Danni really believed in what she was doing.

Beka, I have never believed in anything my whole life.

Do you know what that's like, to meet somebody
who...who...do you know how powerful that is?

I can imagine.

Well, then they killed her.

It was the dumbest protest you ever heard of.

They chained themselves to a terraformer...
the damn thing was bigger than this ship.

The whole company was just laughing at them,
until some Restor commando started a firefight.

She couldn't even run away.

I had to cut her down with a steelpunch.

Oh, Rafe.

So, it seems that Khalsa's an imposter. Maru out.

Tyr, I want you to arrange new accommodations
for our Mr. Khalsa.

Something on V-Deck.

Thank you, Captain Hunt.

What Nietzsche forgot is that "god"
is just a nickname for the universe.

The all that was, is, and ever will be.
Tell me, how does that die?

You can drop the act.
We know who you are.

Oh, you're wrong about that, my friend.

Not only do you not know who I am,
you don't know what I am.

Shall I show you?

What's going on? Andromeda?

Trance, I've been infected with nanobots.
Defenses are overwhelmed.

They're replicating like...

Andromeda, are you there?

We're under attack.
Take us into slipstream. Now.

Oh no.

Reactors offline.
Switching to emergency power.

Restors. 1.2 AU out. At that speed,
they'll be on top of us in less than an hour.

Rommie. Rommie, please wake up. Rommie!

Life support is stable, thank the Divine.

And we have emergency power,
but everything else is in meltdown.

If Harper were here, he'd be able to put this
Nav-Board together with two paper clips and a kiss.

Of course, Harper's surfing.

You! Come with me! Come on! Move!
Go! Go! Go!

What is going on?
Andromeda? Rommie?

What have you done to my ship?

I don't know what you're talking about.

It's not that complicated.

One more time,
what have you done to my ship!?

Nothing! I haven't done any...

- Wrong answer.
- Dylan don't!

He's not one of them.

He's working under cover for the FTA.

You're a spy for the Free Trade Alliance.

Yes.

Does this mean there's an FTA cavalry
over the ridge riding to our rescue?

No.

Then it's a difference that makes no difference.
We're still dead. You've killed us.

Unless...
unless you do exactly as I say.

- Come on! Move!
- Where are we going?

Life support override.

If we can vent the atmosphere,
we can eliminate half the nanobots.

Down!
The automated defense system's activated!

The doors! Go!

"Yee-haw!"

I know, I know. Move.

Again, this is the Andromeda Ascendant.

Please identify yourself and state your purpose.
Awaiting response. Over.

Any of your prayers been answered, Rev?

Many. Just not today.
Reactors are still offline.

Emergency power's at 30%.
Dylan, we're dead in space.

Then we've only got one shot.
Rafe better come through for us.

What do you think?
Can we depend on him?

- He's a Valentine.
- So, you see my problem?

I'm getting response from the enemy ships.

You want our identity and purpose?

This is Narwhal's Lament.
We're here to kill you!

Well, bless you too.

Those negotiations went well.

I'm detecting a ship launch.

It's the Om Shanti. That lying bastard!
He did it again! He took off in the Om Shanti!

Rafe! What the hell are you doing?

Beka! The Restor's channel is still open.
Everyone can hear you.

I don't care. Rafe!

He scammed me again.

There was no Danni. He was working
for the Restors the entire time. Damn him!

I'm afraid he's damned us all.
I'm reading unauthorized file copies.

He's stolen Andromeda's access codes.

Quick! Change the codes! Rommie!

- Rommie!
- We're locked out.

If he gives them our codes, it's game over.
Andromeda's a metal sculpture in some Restor theme park.

- We have to intercept Rafe.
- That's a good idea, but we have no power.

I'll get him in the Maru.

- Beka!
- No, no. Let her go.

It's our only chance.

Automated internal defense.

What half-wit of a ship's engineer came up with

Here. Just do like me.
It's all in the timing.

I'm glad someone's having a good time.

Hailing frequency.

Yo, Rafe, can you hear me?

Me and everyone else in the system,
Booster Rocket.

Don't call me that, lying,
two-faced backstabber.

Oooo...
now you're just being mean.

You want mean?

Mean is eating my food, sleeping in my bed,
and working for the Restors the entire time.

Mean is stealing Andromeda's command codes
and giving them to people who want to destroy her.

- It was either them or me.
- That's just it, isn't it?

Nothing matters to you but your own sorry skin.

- You matter to me.
- Yeah?

I matter so much you lied to my face
and now you're blowing up my ship.

Not true. You're on your ship.

- What? What do you mean?
- Give me some credit...

...You're at the helm of the Eureka Maru,
two light-minutes away from any fallout...

-...I saved you.
- Saved me? You betrayed me.

So shoot me.

Don't tempt me, big brother.

Come on. I give my guys the command codes,
Andromeda goes boom,...

...and we both jump on the Maru and
it's appily-ever-after time for both of us...

...What do you say?

What do I say? I say...
LAUNCH KINETIC WARHEADS!

Eternal life grant unto him,
and may perpetual light shine upon him.

Poor Beka.

Poor us.

Rafe broadcast the codes
before his ship disintegrated.

She was too late.

Great.

Point Defense Systems!
I need more lasers!

Beka! Beka, can you hear me!

Do I have an engine or not?

- Do I have a working engine?
- We're getting there.

Not soon enough. The Restors are in range.
They're targeting us.

I hope your plan works.

Me too, Rev. Me too.

How're we doing, Mr. Restor?

We downloading the nice stolen data?
Punching it into our target array?

Launching missiles?
Yes. Yes. Yes.

Missiles launched.

Missiles have reversed their course.

Wah?

What the heck is goin' on here.
What, our missile's coming right back at us.

Must be some kind of virus
in the targeting systems.

That's the thing about fanatics.
They're gullible.

"I say Launch Kinetic Warheads"?
I didn't know you were such a ham.

Shut up! It worked, didn't it?
I almost believed I shot you...

-...I think that's the best con we ever pulled.
- Oh, yeah. Papa'd be proud.

There isn't a mark alive
that can resist stolen merchandise.

You know, the more you bitched and moaned about those
so-called access codes, the more they ate it up.

To their eternal regret.

For a fossilized High Guard officer,
your Dylan Hunt, he's, uh, one devious human being.

I knew you'd like him.

Do I have a working slipstream drive?
Or do I strap the pair of you to a set of oars?

- You'll get your drive!
- Any time soon would be good.

How's that?

Slipstream Drive is operational.
Eureka Maru is docked and secure.

Then let's get out of here. I don't want
to pick up any more Wayist saboteurs.

Dylan, those were not real Wayists.

That was not the real Singh Khalsa.
We don't...

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.

You knew all along, didn't you?

He mocked my acting.
Can you believe this?

Rafe, we owe you a big debt of gratitude.

You hung yourself out there to save Andromeda,
and her crew.

Oh, wait, Captain.
Saving your butts was a bonus...

- ...I was just looking out for my baby sister.
- You don't have to stop, you know...

...looking out for her.
We have lots of vacant quarters.

It'd be great if you stayed.
Not that I need looking out for.

It's tempting. It really is.

But I thought I'd go visit Danni's grave,
plant some flowers. She'd appreciate that.

And then, well, I don't know.
I thought I might go to Starlight and Still Water.

There's something about those monks.

Rafe Valentine gets spiritual.

Suddenly reuniting the Commonwealth
doesn't seem so far-fetched.

What do you mean far-fetched?

Power is back on-line.

Andromeda's nanobots are even
more prolific than her invaders.

Yes. Much better.

H-yah! Pow!
You know what my favorite part was?

When Andromeda pretended she was shooting at us!
Oh, that was the best part of the trick!

She made it look so real, I thought
she was gonna shoot me once or twice.

Trance, that part wasn't a trick.

Huh?

The nanobots did disrupt my systems.
The internal defenses really were out of control.

Oh. Heh...yeah.

My discs!

Hey, Booster Rocket.

Well, if you found this,
you know that I borrowed back your music.

Too valuable a collection to keep to yourself.
I mean, we can't deprive the galaxy of all that joy.

Or you of all that cash.

Oh, and, I can't believe you bought
all that stuff about Danni.

Myself, I thought I was a little over the top
with cutting her down with a steelpunch.

Oh, and thanks for getting me
out from under the FTA.

Can you believe they filed
piracy charges against me? Me!

Go figure.

Anyway, courtesy of you and your captain,
my slate is clean.

I want you to tell him...

tell him I appreciate his offer,
but I'm gonna go back to business as usual.

Join me anytime, Valentine Smart.

This is Valentine Smarter,
signing off.

You are really something, Valentine.

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