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You're welcome.

For what?

The lips. I, uh, spent a
lot of time getting those

just the right shape,
right texture.

Hmmmm.
How very thoughtful of you.

What? You don't like 'em?

No. No, I do.
They're very...lip-like.

Then why the look?

Which, by the way, remember,

I programmed into your facial
vectors to express displeasure.

I can't help but notice
that you engineered

my humanoid form
with certain...

features...

that, strictly speaking, aren't
necessary for my normal operations.

Uhhhhh...

I guess I'm wondering, Harper.
When you made this body,

who did you do it for?

Ah, wh-uh, well, for you, Rommie.
Absolutely! For...

OK, I know that look, too.
It means "Harper, you're full of it."

Uhhhh, technically...
for both of us?

Oh, really?

OK, Rommie, you're
taking this all wrong.

I mean, for you...uh...

because I wanted
you to feel the full

advantages of being a
human woman. You deserve it.

And, for me...

in the capacity
of an engineer

who prides himself
on perfectionism.

I just wanted everything
to be just right.

So. When you handled
certain parts of me,

did you wear gloves?

All hands report to command.

Status, Rommie.

I'm detecting
signs of combat.

Multiple vectors.
Mostly in the asteroid belt.

Secure from fueling.

I thought this system
was uninhabited.

Apparently not as
uninhabited as we thought.

They're speaking Than.

Translation, please.

Some sort of confrontation between
the Than-Thre-Kull and...

Neitzcheans.

Neitzcheans?

That's strange. The maps don't
show any Neitzchean settlements.

Do we have visuals?

Ah, hit your thrusters!

Duke right! Duke right!
He's on your six!

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

I'm receiving a distress signal
from a crippled Than ship.

Establish communications.

They've lost all power.

She's being targeted by
Neitzchean fighters.

We can save her.

Harper, rig Hangar 7 for rescue.
Beka, plot a course to intercept.

Tyr, report to command.

You don't even know what
this conflict is about!

We'll sort that out later.
Right now, that Than needs our help.

Tell the pilot we'll secure her
craft inside in ten minutes.

Captain Hunt!

Your blind idealism
will get us all killed!

Idealism's gotten
me this far, Tyr.

I must be doing
something right.

Let's hope you're here to pat
yourself on the back tomorrow!

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.

"Double Helix"

Harper, open the hangar.
Prepare for retrieval.

Opening the hangar door
in the middle of combat.

This should be fun.

Dylan, as much as I
hate to sound like Tyr,

how does saving one Than
justify risking an entire ship?

This is more than
just a rescue mission.

If we can negotiate a treaty between
the Than and the Neitzcheans,

we'll put the Commonwealth
back on the map.

Decided to join us.

If you insist upon risking our lives,
I intend to see to our survival.

By all means.

Broadcast on all frequencies.

This is the Starship
Andromeda Ascendant.

To all combatants, cease
your hostilities immediately.

The Than acknowledge
the cease-fire.

The Neitzcheans?

No answer.

- I'd call that a definite "No".
- Yeah. That was very bad.

Where did that come from?

It appears to be a plasma cannon.
From one of the asteroids.

Looks like some kind
of Neitzchean colony.

I've got it! Target locked.

Hold your fire! There's still
a Than ship out there.

Save her first. Then we
can worry about the cannon.

Dylan, this is not
ship-to-ship weaponry.

If they turn their fire on us,
it's really gonna hurt.

I'm betting it takes
them a while to reload.

Harper, proceed with the rescue.

Opening the hangar doors.

And deactivating
aft point defenses.

Oh, look, we're a target now.

They're recharging.
They're firing!

Got it! Closing the doors.

C'mon, come on!

They're firing again!

Tyr, return fire!
Hard and fast!

They're not returning fire.

Maybe we got their attention.
Damage report.

The hit took out MTP
thrusters 3 and 5.

Maximum speed is
down to 39 PSL.

I can't take many
more hits like that.

I'm receiving a hail.

Beka go get Trance and
check on our new friend.

Andromeda, Rev, Harper...

Damage control.

You got it.

On Screen.

I'm Guderian,

Alpha of the Orca Pride.

Identify yourself.

This is Captain Dylan Hunt
of the starship Andromeda Ascendant.

Are you allied
with the bugs?

No, I represent the
Systems Commonwealth.

The Commonwealth?

Why not the Confederate
States of America?

Or the Lost Knights
of Teutonia 6?

- We're here to help.
- Really? To help us?

You have a funny
way of showing it.

We only fired in self-defense.
But we would prefer to mediate -

helping negotiate a peaceful
settlement with the Than.

The Than have been attacking
my people for over fifty years!

Somehow I don't think
you can stop that.

I'd like to try.

Our goal is to restore peace,
establish law and order.

I think you could
use some of each.

Maybe you're right.

If it'll keep the Than
from killing my children,

then by all means,
let's talk business.

But first,

let's end the standoff.

If you could redirect
your weapons...

If you lower your guard, he'll
have a clean shot and he'll take it.

I see you have a
Neitzchean on board.

Yes, he's a good example of the
re-established Commonwealth.

Neitzcheans and humans
working in peaceful coexistence.

Very well, if it makes him
feel more comfortable,

let's leave our weapons on.

But do come down, Captain.

And bring the Neitzchean.

Talking is the
important thing.

We'll see you soon.
Andromeda out.

I take it you think
that was too easy.

- Much. I don't think you should go.
- Why not?

During the uprising, it was
a common Neitzchean tactic

to capture High Guard
officers and use them

as human shields
against their own ships.

And you think that's
Guderian's intention?

I'm certain of it.

All right, that explains why
he wants me down there.

Why does he want you?

He wants to kill me.

I know how he thinks.

Then what do you suggest.

I'll need an armored vehicle.

Something that can
take some hits.

A Lancer drop-pod
should do the trick.

I'll have Andromeda get
one prepped and ready.

If you need all that,
maybe you shouldn't go.

We can talk from a distance.

Talking won't
accomplish anything.

Right now,the only reason we're alive
is because of this standoff.

And the only way we'll
survive it is if I can find out

their plans before
they destroy us.

What if there's a chance

"even one in a thousand"

that Guderian really does
want to talk peace?

Then I'll come
back and get you.

If I'm not back in a day,

launch everything you've got
at them and get out of here.

Quickly.

It's empty.

- Where'd he go?
- It's a diversion.

Five more pods landed.

Aren't we the clever one.
Cover all the entrances!

Blue squad, come with me.
Red, this way!

How is the bug?

The Than. Try to be
polite to our guest.

She should be clicking and popping
by the end of the week.

Why do you ask?

Because *I* got the mission
parameters from bug-girl's...

the Than's
on-board computer.

I wanted to get confirmation
before I told Dylan

No. We don't have time.

We're gonna have
to take it on faith.

According to the Than's
on-board computer,

the Neitzcheans we're
dealing with are pirates.

This pride has been

raiding the Than's supply
routes for over fifty years.

Doesn't the
Than Empire have

one of the largest fleets
in the known worlds?

So why haven't they
caught them by now?

Could they, uh, I dunno,

maybe move the asteroid out
of its orbit or something?

Maybe with a pulse
plasma cannon.

That would explain why they don't
appear on the Than's asteroid charts.

Until now. One of the Than scouts escaped
after the Neitzcheans fired their weapon.

Which means a Than fleet's on
its way with blood on its mind.

In the old days,
we'd arrest the pirates.

Heh...in the old days.

Yeah. By holding hands
with Neitzcheans,

we're not exactly on
the side of the angels.

Well, then, we turn
them into angels.

The Neitzcheans
spent centuries as

peaceful members of
the Commonwealth.

They can do it again,
if we create the right environment.

Hello! They're pirates!
They're enemies!

Do I not destroy my enemy
by making him my friend?

Thank you.

OK, fine. Trust the mission,
trust the mission. I'm with you.

On the bright side, we have
sent the Neitzcheans our

well-known ambassador
of friendship Tyr.

Clear! Clear!

Shall we begin our negotiation?

Nicely done.

Let him go and we'll give
you some of our cargo.

Or, we could consider
some alternative solutions.

I've got a suggestion.

You turn your cannon
away from our ship,

and I'll return this potential
husband and father.

Dimitri would rather die
than to have me reveal this,

but unfortunately for you,

your hostage is sterile,
and worthless.

Let him go.
Perhaps I'll let you live.

Worthless? Is that so?

Then why does SHE
look so interested?

Go ahead! Shoot us!

- If you insist.
- No!

Freya,

we can bond you with
someone better than my brother.

I don't care about Dimitri.

I want him.

Freya, he jumped me from behind!

Exactly.

He outwitted you.

Which makes him a
better breeding specimen.

But Freya, I'm fertile.
I can father your children.

Not if you're dead!
Now, be quiet!

I've got a proposal to consider.

I'll be the one
who judges that.

Mmmmmm...
strapping.

Strong shoulders.

And your calf muscles...
very impressive.

You might be a good
addition to our pride.

Muscles aren't everything.

True. So, why don't you release
Dimitri and tell me your lineage.

What's the matter?
Genes inferior?

Let him go and talk to me.

Talk, perhaps.

Let him go?

I don't think so.

Very promising.

But I still need to know
what pride you're from.

I am Kodiak.

Kodiak?

That pride was destroyed
twenty years ago...

Destroyed, yes.

Betrayed by our allies,

allies including Orca pride,
if memory serves me.

Kodiak is gone,

but I survive.

And I am Tyr Anasazi.

Out of Victoria by Barbarossa!

Barbarossa, son of Hannibal,
or Barbarossa, son of Temujin?

Temujin.

He has good lineage.
I approve.

If Freya wants him,
I have no objections.

Assuming I accept.

A fertile female,
an established pride?

You should take
her up on it

before she changes her mind.

And besides,

we could use
some new DNA.

Of course this
is all contingent

on the one true test.
A genetic sample.

Help yourself.

Guderian seems well-liked.

He's the most successful
Alpha in our pride's history.

He's a great father
and family man.

He has twenty-two children
and a dozen wives.

You know, you speak as
though you admire him.

Why haven't you chosen him?

And be Guderian's
thirteenth wife?

Maybe I was thinking
I could do better.

My great-great-grandfather
Bolivar was also an Alpha.

As was his father's father,
all the way back to Salidin.

Salidin?

Salidin Cree?

Founder of my line.

Olma says that my offspring
can't help but be Alpha's.

And what about your
pride, the Kodiak?

My lineage was also proud.

The Kodiak were entrusted with
the remains of the original Progenitor.

You've actually seen the
body of Drago Museveni?

As a child.

His mummified remains
were enshrined in our fasthold.

Nietzscheans from all
over the known worlds

would make
pilgrimages to see it.

We lived under a permanent
truce, and our allies

guaranteed our safety.

Until the Drago-Kasov pride

claimed they were the
Progenitor's rightful keepers.

We fought so very fiercely.

Foolishly, we thought our
allies would protect us,

but on the day of battle,

the other prides abandoned us.

Those of the Kodiak
that weren't killed

were displaced, exiled.

I saw my mother...

...she was slow.

I became a mercenary.

And I gave up looking for a home.

In that case, I have good news.

The test is complete.

His genes are excellent.

Welcome to Orca pride.

Now you have a home.

You called?

People in your faith,
do they practice confession?

If they like.

Why?

I have something to confess.

I'm here to make peace
with the Nietzscheans,

but inside me, I want to kill
every single one of them.

Because of him.
Gaheris Rhade.

The first officer
of your ship.

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 fiance.

I lost the time and
age I belonged to, Rev.

Hell, I lost civilization itself!

And now you're
wondering, is it worth

reaching out to
Nietzscheans?

They're genetically
engineered to be

paranoid and selfish and treacherous.
Am I right to be prejudiced?

As a magog, my own genes predispose
me to slaughter indiscriminately,

eat my victims,

lay eggs in the paralyzed
bodies of sentient beings.

I think if you were
truly prejudiced,

you would have
shot me on sight.

It's not the same.

You're a Wayist. You're the
most peaceful person I know.

Ahhh.

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.

Why didn't they kill ya?

I mean, not that I'm not
glad to see you or anything.

I got them to accept
me into their pride.

Hey, aren't we
the smooth talker.

So, uh, any chance they'll negotiate?

None.

The Than fleet is two days away,

and the only way Orca pride can defeat
them is by using the Andromeda.

And they think I'm going
to help deliver it to them.

Ummmmm. I hate to ask, but...

...Am I?

Come on, boy.

Let's go have a look at this.

Funny guy.

Nice.

A blaster and a fusion
engine, all in one.

According to the specs,

when they open
the cannon's bore,

they can achieve nearly seven
million newtons of thrust.

More than enough
to alter their orbit.

Which they do routinely
at the first sign of danger.

Unfortunately for
the Nietzscheans,

this little standoff of ours
has blocked that option.

OK, I may not be an expert, but, uh,

this is one HELL of a gun,

and I do not want to
be its target again!

So, let's run?

We're not going anywhere.

We finish what we started.

Urgent message for Dylan Hunt.

These Nietzscheans don't WANT
to be members of the Commonwealth.

Look.

These Nietzscheans can't
live off of piracy forever.

Sooner or later, the
Than will crush them.

They have no future,
unless we help them.

They won't negotiate so
long as they perceive

themselves to be in a
position of strength.

Then we'll have to limit their options.

Which means neutralizing that gun.

There may be a way.

However,

if they catch me,
they'll open fire,

so you'll need a way
to protect yourselves.

I'm open to suggestions.

Well, now that we know
how that cannon works,

we can reconfigure the ram-scoop
to deflect the charged plasma.

That would disable our sensors.

We'd be blinder than
a Nightsider in sunshine.

Unavoidable, I'm afraid.

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...!

Thank you for your
input, Mr. Harper.

Yeah, but there
must be another way.

I'm sorry. No offense, Tyr,
but you're one of them.

How do we know you're
not on their side?

Were I in your position,
I would ask the same question.

However, you hear this

I am not "one of them",
and I never will be.

They are Orca pride,
I am Kodiak.

When my pride was destroyed,
they were among its betrayers,

and while they may pretend
to make me welcome,

I know I am not.

Destroy them,

convert them,
leave them alone.

It's all the same to me.

Harper says the ram-scoop deflector
will be up in less than an hour.

Perfect.

One thing.

In light of our

vulnerability to
surprise attack,

we can't let them know that
there are only five of us up here.

So as far as they're concerned,
we've got a full crew:

four thousand people and
a lancer regiment. Clear?

I wasn't sure you
were coming back.

I wasn't sure I'd
still be welcome.

We both got better
than we expected.

It was a good day.

I brought you a gift.

For your collection.

A High Guard force lance.

Nice balance.

It's a mere toy,
compared to the real prize.

Yes. The Andromeda Ascendant.

You think I'm a fool?

You downloaded the schematics
of my plasma cannon, didn't you?

Yes.

I gave them to Captain Hunt,
to win his trust.

Is that why you
gave this to me?

To win my trust?

You've given him everything!

Now we're helpless against them.

No! They're helpless against us!

Talk fast.

They've blinded their sensors.

Now, instead of listening to their
ultimatums from down here,

we can approach
them undetected,

and deliver our ultimatum
from inside their command.

You really think I'd walk
into such an obvious trap?

I have less than
300 combatants!

What good is that against
a crew of thousands?

None.

But there are no thousands
on the Andromeda.

How many?

Five.

This anode plate. It's worn. Replace it.

Stop right now! What are you doing?

Dimitri, I haven't the time.

Guderian!

I caught him with this.

I have to calibrate the
cannon's pulse charge.

At worst, we want to disable the ship,
not blow it out of the sky.

How do we know you're
not trying to sabotage it?

You look at me.
I'm alone. I'm childless.

I've spent my entire life

trying to prove myself so that a
female would claim me for her own.

Freya chose me!

Finally...FINALLY,

I have a chance to be what
every fiber in our being

strives to be:
a husband and a father.

Why should I have to
explain this to you, Guderian?

You, with your twelve wives.

Freya will be my first,

but only if I can
prevent the Than from

destroying this rock.
So, you tell me!

What's in my
best interest?

Let him do his job.

Your move, captain.

Careful. Ten moves until I win.

Do you have to do that?

It's incredibly annoying.

I just thought you
deserved fair warning.

Uh-huh. Ten moves until I win.

I've been playing Go with
you for three years, now.

Why do you still treat winning
like it's a matter of life and death?

Because it is.

You don't really understand
Nietzscheans, do you?

Enlighten me.

To lose is to be
proven inferior.

If I'm inferior, my
genes are suspect,

and no Nietzschean
female will choose me.

If no Nietzschean
females will choose me,

I can't reproduce.

Then, when I die, my genes die.

But if I win,

that indicates my
genes must be good.

I get chosen by more females.

And the more
I get chosen,

the more I pass
on my genes.

The more my genes
get passed on,

the more of me lives, eternally.

To a Nietzschean,

a game is never just a game.

That's a pretty cold
way to look at life.

Truth is cold.

Maybe, but if you ask me,
you're missing out on a lot.

Like what?

Like love.

Oh. We have love.

I'm not talking about
being nice to others.

I'm talking about

what I feel for Sarah.

Love, Rhade.
It's...it's like magic.

There is no magic,

just science you
don't understand.

You may feel intensely
attracted to your fiance.

You may feel pleasure
when you breed,

but this isn't magic.

Your DNA has
evolved this way

so you'll reproduce.

Nietzscheans know
this explicitly.

That is why the
most important thing

a Nietzschean female can give her
chosen male is the double helix.

It represents the
male and female's DNA,

now bound together by metal.

It confers the
most honored titles

a Nietzschean
male can hold,

husband and father.

You see,

it's not that we don't love,

it's better.

Because everything we do
further our reproduction.

Everything in our
lives is an intense,

sexually charged negotiation.

All right, I think we've
just reached the, uh,

too much information stage.

Your move.

What happened to my 5D4?

You had no piece there.

Yes. I did.

Unless you cheated.

What do you mean?

It's only cheating
if you get caught.

- Rhade!
- I tried to warn you!

Three years we've
been playing this game.

Have you always
been cheating?

- Haven't you?
- Why would I cheat?

The same reason I do.

So that you can win.

Why didn't I listen?

You were warning me.

You'd do anything to win.
Even kill me.

Gaheris, what have you done?

I'm proud of you.

You should be.

You were proud for me.

Because I won.

Another round?

Yes.

Andromeda, gradually increase
the AP Solonoid Valve

to increase the anti-proton
mass by 10% an hour

until my explicit
counter-order.

Are you sure, captain?

I've never been
more sure.

So, now what?

You want more?

Wonder...who are you?

Everything deep loves masks.

What are you thinking?

It's complicated.

Of course it is.

Options, plans, plots.

So many things to weigh,

so many decisions
to consider.

The question is,

will your final decision
include me?

What if my decision
includes you ONLY?

As first female
to an Alpha.

Tyr. It's time.

Tyr's pod is landing
in hangar four.

Good. What's the status
of the Than fleet?

They've transitted
to normal space.

ETA?

Less than two hours.

Then move to intercept.

I've been hit by
the plasma cannon.

Rommie, you all right?

I'm barely damaged.

Most all of the plasma
stream was deflected.

But there's something else.
Airlock's opening!

That's the sound of
Nietzscheans boarding,

Captain Hunt.

Systems disrupted.
Internal defenses off-line.

Hey, if you're looking for the
restrooms, they're uhhh...

down the hall and
around the corner,

uhhhh...
BACK the way you came.

Amusing.

- Split up, we'll meet in command.
- This way.

- Yes, sir.
- Owww!

Intruder alert!
Intruder alert!

Tour's over. Go home.

Rev! They'll kill you!

Stop!

Don't shoot. Don't kill them.

They might turn
out to be useful.

Bring them.

Tyr, you forgot to mention
you were bringing guests.

You can deactivate the
ram-scoop deflector, captain.

You'll see you're
surrounded.

Andromeda, you heard him.

Ram-scoop deflector deactivated.

You like my force lance.

I like all of your
equipment, captain.

Especially Andromeda.

Now hand it over to me.

Just let me check
one thing first.

Rommie, what's the status
on the AP Power Converter?

Currently, anti-proton mass

in the combustion
chamber is at 124%

of maximum
recommended capacity.

The chamber is
designed to take 125%

before complete
system failure.

How long until the ship explodes?

Unless I receive your
explicit counter-order

to begin emergency
decompression,

three minutes.

I'm not inclined
to give that order.

I was hoping to persuade you
to join the Commonwealth.

I always knew
that was a longshot.

But one thing I'm not
prepared to do is turn

this ship over to pirates.

Or anyone else, for that matter.

2 minutes, 45 seconds.

Warning. Systems Critical.
Warning. Systems Critical.

You're bluffing.

2 minutes, 30 seconds.

Anyway, destroying
the ship may be a...

little extreme, but it's the
only backup plan I've got.

How about you?

None, huh? Then that's too bad.

Tyr!

Call me crazy, but I'm betting
you've got a backup plan.

Always.

The plasma cannon!

Gone.

But the Than.
We're defenseless.

No. Just disarmed.

But we can protect you.

Join the Commonwealth.

Together, we can
negotiate with the Than.

You'd die before you'd
turn over your ship.

Well, I'd die before
I'd serve you.

One minute.

Return to the fighters.

Perhaps now you'll
know how my

pride felt after the
Orca betrayed them.

Wandering the galaxies
without a home.

Inferior!

Your betrayal

also betrays Freya.

You and your people had
better collect your things

and leave the asteroid
before the Than arrive.

You're right.

I'll save them.

My wives, my pride,

my 22 children.

All of whom will seek
revenge on you,

Kodiak!

Andromeda, begin
emergency venting.

Emergency venting. Aye.

Umai's grub farm
is not much, but

you're more than
welcome to visit.

Maybe we'll take you up on that.

I think our friend is
ready to join her fleet.

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.

You got what you wanted.

Not really, but it's a start.

I'm sorry your decision
cost you the status of

husband and father.

It was part of the plan.

I was always on your side.

If it had been necessary,
you would have killed me.

You played your options
right to the end.

- Guderian was set to kill me.
- I wasn't on Guderian's side.

Of course not.

You'd never serve Guderian.

You'd have turned
and killed him,

sent for Freya, and used the
Andromeda to found your own pride.

Really?

Isn't that what's
best for Tyr?

- I'm proud of you.
- Why?

You're thinking like
a Nietzschean.

If I were thinking like
a Nietzschean, I'd kill you.

Why don't you?

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?

Just when I thought you'd
controlled your blind idealism,

you say something like that.

So. Are you

endeavouring to
trust me, then?

I trust Tyr...

to be Tyr.

On the one hand, he won.

He outsmarted us all,

including Guderian.

He is a worthy father.

On the other hand,

he betrayed us.

He abandoned you.

And killing us would
be less painful

than what we
must now endure.

He is an unworthy husband.

The decision is yours.