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No trace of anything.

Nothing alive, anyway.

Calderon, humans, nothing.

Just tell Rami to look out for anything
cold, slimy, and hostile towards all

known forms of life.

Rami, what's your status? You inside the
ship yet?

I'm entering by manual override. There
isn't enough power to drive the door.

Just as well, or you'd set off their
internal defense systems. It's a trap

Calderons would have sprung up by now.
One would hope.

Okay, Harper.

I'm inside and looking for the power
coupling.

All set on the scent.

Let there be light!

These hands have been touched by God.

Not to mention a few other things.

Rami?

What the hell happened over there?

Small arms fire, explosive
decompression. What didn't happen?

Who would be stupid enough to raid a
Calderon ship?

Calderons are vicious, brutal, no sense
of humor. Stupid, all right.

They left the evidence in plain sight
instead of dropping it into the nearest

star. Which brings me to my next
question, actually more of a

No. Dylan, we need supplies.

It's not salvage. We're dead aboard.

My avatar has done a systems diagnostic
of the Calderon ship.

It reveals evidence of forced entry and
internal damage consistent with a

running firefight.

In addition, the vessel is missing one
slip pod.

It jettisoned just prior to
comprehensive systems failure. Well,

survivors. Rami, download the mission
log. It might give us a clue to what

happened. Retrieving mission logs.

It was recorded in Kaldaren. I'll
provide a real -time translation.

The mission has been of limited success
as the much -hated blood enemy refuses

to take part. The much -hated blood
enemy?

Stop. Andromeda, replay the last two
seconds, quarter speed, top right

center and zoom.

Let me guess.

That would be the much -hated blood
enemy. No.

That would be a veteran.

A veteran?

Gone from the universe since the fall of
the Commonwealth? No one's ever seen a

live veteran.

No one but me.

He is the last guardian of a fallen
civilization, a hero from another time.

Faced with the universe in chaos, Dylan
Hunt recruits an unlikely crew and sets

out to reunite the galaxy.

On the starship Andromeda, hope lives
again.

I still can't believe we're looking for
an actual veteran. It's been hundreds of

years.

302, to be precise. Ever since Tarn
Vedra was cut off from the slipstream.

Huh. Tarn Vedra. The seat of the
citizens' commonwealth. The source of

authority for the High Guard.

And my home.

Think the Calderans found a way to slip
to Tarn Vedra?

Unlikely. Even if they found a way in, I
doubt they could find their way back

out. The veterans are a...

Formidable people. According to the
logs, the Calderon ship was returning

Ralparthia. Ah, Ralparthia.

I've been round the moons of Nibia and
through Perdition's Flame, but never

heard of the place.

Ralparthia was a planetary nature
reserve. It was open to visitors from

the Commonwealth.

Some veterans, they love it even more
and turn better itself.

Maybe a colony of veterans was trapped
there after the fall with the warders.

Warders?

They were like caretakers, rangers.

Most were human.

They were the ones who maintained the
planet.

Rami, the Calderon stumbled across
Ralparthea and captured a veteran. Well,

veteran or not, it took its left foot.

Maybe it went back to Ralparthea.

Maybe we should go there and find out.

What about the Calderon ship?

If someone comes across it, they'll know
just as much as we do.

Oh, that should keep the calderons next
to kin wondering.

For which I am sorry, but that was a
veteran.

It was my duty as a high guard officer
to find her and protect her.

It didn't look like she needed much help
from anyone.

That's not an assumption I'm willing to
make.

The veterans are still out there.

We need to know.

We, huh?

Wait, do you mind the slip -to -roll
part here was always one of my

All yours?

A few.

All

right.

Here we go.

Welcome to the Rall system.

I'm picking up several caldera and ships
dispersed throughout the Rall system.

Cruisers, henders, even ore processors.

Becca, how long until they pick up the
slipstream event and come looking? The

nearest ship is a cruiser at 1 .8 light
minutes out. Velover is a gas giant, two

minutes out. Tickets in perpendicular to
the elliptic and dash in orbit. We've

closed with 30 seconds.

That'll keep us out of sight.

Rami, get Trance. You're both with me.
Another field trip on the Mars?

We've got CR codes from the calderons
here. If we have any luck, they'll think

we're on a supply run.

I've got the missing flip pod, but
there's a calderon outpost about 100

kilometers away. Tell them we're
dropping the foliants and plasma

Defoliant and plasma cutters it is.

Bastards. They're strip mining the
planet, reducing it to ash.

Probably just to fight the veterans.

Why would they do that?

Drawing round Parthia is their way of
erasing Tarn Vendor forever.

We're cleared to land, but there's some
kind of operation underway. We're to

drop our shipment and leave.

We will.

Just as soon as we get what we came for.

Clip pod from the Calderon ship.

Been here a while.

Grand's cold.

Calderon's sensors aren't as good as
ours.

Their operation may be a search for this
pod.

Or a search and destroy.

Something you want to tell me?

Nothing you don't already know.

Rami, does that look like... Dylan,
wait.

They've got four classes.

So do we.

Come back! Defensive fire only!

All right.

Time to force a surrender.

How do we do that?

By drawing a line in the sand.

Captain Dylan Hunt of the High Guard.

We're on the same side.

High Guard?

She didn't mention anything about a High
Guard.

No, I don't imagine that she did.

Andromeda? The Calderons. Six ships
headed this way. They may have detected

wake in the atmosphere.

Take us deeper. Adjust the G -field to
compensate for the pressure.

Being crushed under the weight of
Ralevar's atmosphere is the least of our

worries. We've fought Calderons before.
They're tough, not invincible.

It's not the Calderons that have me
concerned. It's our Captain Hunt and his

friends the Vedras. Ah, those guys.

Newsflash, they're on our side. Are
they?

Or would they simply expect us to be on
their side?

Splitting hair?

Not at all.

Dylan is attempting to exert his will on
the universe.

He doesn't need...

quasi -mythical creatures to justify his
position. They're not mythical anymore.

If anything, the Vedran presence will
weaken him. They'll make him look like a

pawn. And before we realize it, he'll be
one.

And we along with him.

So, you don't trust the Vedran agenda,
even though they're the good guys. I

don't trust any agenda veiled in
secrecy, Vedran or otherwise.

Count on you to find the cloud around
the silver lining.

It's called Faith, Tear, Epsom.

Calderon.

Take cover. Come on.

Move it.

What do you

say?

Truth?

Calderons are trying to kill us, too.

Truth. Hold it! Hold it!

Calderon depth charges are entering the
atmosphere.

Aren't we supposed to be hiding?

We are.

Proactively. Oh, and what does that mean
exactly?

It means we're being pragmatic and
refusing to respond to their obvious

Shut up and we'll tell you when to
worry.

Okay.

And Trishie's okay.

She took a pretty hard fall.

I'm fine.

My team. Sit still.

The sooner I give you a clean bill of
health, the sooner we can both get out

there and fight.

Enforcement's are inbound. I'm trapped.

Yes. And she's teleporting somehow.

My God, a veteran.

That's Vedran blood.

Her blood.

She saved us.

Dylan, I can't tell you exactly how the
Vedran managed her teleportation trick,

but I am picking up residual zero -point
energy emanations.

Dimensional travel.

So she's tetheracting.

Obviously, Tarn Vedran has made
significant progress in the last 300

Obviously.

Rami, do you think that's how they cut
themselves off from Slipstream? A

Tesseract? Tarn Vedra hiding in a shadow
universe?

It's not impossible.

Worry about that later.

Right now that veteran is wounded and
alone in hostile territory.

We need to find her.

Hey.

What happened to the Calderon ship?

It was destroyed.

Don't worry, no one else will come.

Thanks.

Maya. The veteran is hurt. Now, we can
help her, but only if you take us.

Okay.

I'm taking them to the cave.

Summon reinforcements and keep the
calderons at bay. Roger.

This way.

How long has the veteran been here?

Since the fall. The fall of the
Commonwealth?

Since autumn, nine months ago.

So she came from Tarn Vedra.

She never said. I never got to know any
of the others.

There's more than one.

Let me show you something.

They were caught in an ambush.

Killed in battle with the Kulderans.

Buried in the traditional circle.

Female in the center.

The male surrounding her is a symbolic
guard force as she passes to the

afterlife. Only there's no grave in the
center.

Maya, who is she?

Her name is Exalta.

When her herd was killed, she had no
choice but to come to us for help.

To protect her.

Just protect her. That's all.

She gave us force lances. She showed us
how to use them.

We were on patrol.

When the Calderons found her, raided our
settlement.

She tried to stop them, but there were
too many of them even for her.

The Calderons waited for their chance
and they took it.

Smart. No sooner does she return from
that than she's wounded in another

with the Calderons.

I failed her twice.

You didn't fail.

The job's just not finished.

We'll find her, Maya.

And we'll help her.

The Calderons are on the move. I can
hear them. Half a click away and closing

fast. How can you hear that? Oh, I'm in
Android. I'm full of surprises.

Rami, stay here.

Check the first wave and wait for my
signal.

Let's go.

After the fall, most of the tourists
managed to get off world.

Some of them stayed, along with the
warders.

So you're descendants of the original
warder service.

Like my mother and hers before that.

You don't sound very happy about that.

When I was young, I wanted other things.

The work we were doing here seemed
pointless to me.

But my family felt otherwise, and my
options were obviously few.

Somehow it's fitting that the veterans
would decide to emerge on my watch.

What's fitting is that they showed up
after the Calderons arrived.

We've been fighting for two years.

We'd almost lost before the veterans
came. Now for the first time, we've got

hope again.

They've just made your hope more
realistic.

No, it's more than that. It's difficult
to explain.

Ah, you don't have to.

I grew up on Tarn Vedra.

Yeah, I was founded by veterans all the
time.

And I was in awe of them.

The archives say that the veterans made
gifted High Guard officers.

Well, they were more than gifted.

They were superior beings.

Superior? They made us believe that we
could be better than we were.

They made us feel invincible.

It's strange, though. The veterans seem
to have re -emerged, but they didn't

contact you. You found out by accident.

Well, they must have had their reasons.
They always did before.

Of course.

More blood.

We're on the right trail.

Well, Darren seemed to be pulling back.

They've locked us.

I'm taking up two dozen inbound
missiles, parabolic spread. Targeting

But the energy released from their
passage through the atmosphere will be

sufficient to heat localized pockets of
free hydrogen to over 100 million

degrees Celsius.

Enough to induce a nuclear fusion
reaction in the atmosphere. And turn

into a small sun. Oh, we'll definitely
feel that in the morning. Andromeda,

us out. Maximum speed. Delay that.
Impact in three minutes, 40 seconds. If

remain here, we'll be caught in the
exploding planet Shockwave, yes?

Andromeda? Hold for my command.

She has to be here.

Maybe she's further inside, toward
the... Toward what?

There's a laboratory of some kind. She
forbade us to enter it. I don't know

it's for.

Then it's time to find out.

Dylan, we've got company. Copy. Fall
back to the Marl and prep for evac.

Dillon out.

Bad guys are closing in.

Maya, we find that veteran. Trance and I
will take up defensive positions.

Go.

Ten seconds until contact with the
shockwave.

Seven, six, five, four.

Andromeda, all ahead full.

Two. Ride that wave.

Writing the reactions, eh? But their
sensors can't see us. You could have

me. What?

Ruined the surprise?

You're picking up some very unamusing
habits from Dylan. You do know that.

However, they can't see us run. They
can't see us kill them either.

Andromeda, you heard the man.

Bring us about and prepare to unload a
full missile strike right off the call

there in Scaly Tailpipe.

I don't know what the veterans are doing
here.

Don't you?

You know you'll be fine, Tarn Vedra. I
don't know any more than you do.

But you've seen the future.

I've seen a future.

Trant, I need to know if I'm doing the
right thing, pursuing this veteran.

After all, if she had wanted my help, I
have to believe she'd ask for it.

We're not just talking about this
mission, are we?

And you're not just trying to pursue a
wounded veteran. You're on a quest.

To find a place that you thought
remained only in your mind.

Home.

But that's the thing about quests.
They're not always about the

That's right.

In the big picture, it's always about
the journey.

We're close up right here, right now.
These veterans need our help. So it

doesn't matter if they've asked for our
help or not.

No, it doesn't.

Dylan, all changes in 300 years.

There may not be a place for the
veterans. Not anymore.

I'll make one.

Huh? Give me this.

Andromeda, send it.

We're here to help.

Rami, we've got her.

Give us an exit 30 meters from my
position.

On my way.

Dylan, something's happening.

There's been an explosion in the outer
system of where I'm at.

Rami, you're breaking up.

Raise the Andromeda if you can, but
hurry, I need you here.

I'm

so

glad we put real weapons in Lamaru.

Dylan, stand by.

Fire in the hole.

Fire in the hole!

Augusty Special Operations Service.

There's our eye.

We sure stirred up the hornet's nest
this time.

True. But now there are fewer hornets.

Becca, the Maru is hailing us. On
screen.

Who made the star?

They started it.

So, did you find your regimen?

She's wanted.

Stand by to bring us aboard.

Becca, how long until we make it to Slip
Street?

We're ten minutes from a good slip
point, and there's a lot of calderons

there, but, uh...

What the hell? I'll have you out of here
in five.

I like that number better. Dylan out.

You'll be fine. Trance will take care of
you.

Rami, you're with me.

Almost home.

Dylan?

Uxulta's in worse shape than we
initially thought. Her equipment's been

shattered and she's badly wounded.

We've slowed the bleeding, but we
haven't been able to stop it. Why not?

The Calderon weapons had a biological
component.

The effects are abhorrent, especially
for veterans.

On my way.

Dylan, we might not be able to save her.

I know some people who can.

Are you asking me for the route to Tarn
Vedra? I'm asking you to help me save

your life.

And I know we can do that on Tarn
Veteran.

For those of you playing at home, that
was a new attack from our old friend,

Calderon. Fortunately, we're at
flipstream distance.

But I need a destination.

My pilot needs a destination.

Did you think you'd pressure me?

You really are Argosy Special
Operations.

I'm waiting.

Then make it well, Parthia.

That would be suicide.

It's my life.

And I'm giving it to Saywell Parthia.
Yeah, but you can't do it alone.

No.

I also need a Nova Bomb.

What?

Dylan? Stand by.

Why do you need a Nova Bomb? The
Calderons destroyed our ship.

I need the Voltarium from the Nova Bomb
to power my equipment. And I need to

know what kind of equipment. You aren't
cleared to know.

Well, then I'll go see for myself.

There's a self -destruct unit.

It's foolproof, and it's nuclear.

So you're willing to blow up an entire
planet? As I indicated, that's need to

know only, Captain.

You know, I put my ship and my crew on
the line to save your life. In my book,

that qualifies as need to know. And I'm
grateful, Captain, but my mission is

classified. Into hell with you.

Captain Hunt.

I'm giving you a direct order.

Priority Omega 316 Omega.

Code. Code 7.

Break 7.

Identity?

Exalta. Vice Admiral, Commander -in
-Chief of Argosy Special Operations.

Now you will comply, Captain, or I will
assume command of the ship and toss you

in the brig.

Are we clear?

How can I do that in good conscience?

Even if she is who she claims to be.

A lot of things can change in 300 years,
even Tarn Vedra.

Well, their technology has certainly
changed, but her command authority

I have the right to refuse a suspect
order.

What's suspect about the order?

She's an admiral. She wants a Nova bomb,
and you have one. It is not that

simple.

This isn't about the Nova bomb.

And it isn't about Exalted's legitimacy.

This is about you.

Excuse me?

The veterans came back, and they didn't
inform you.

Now they want something from you, and
they won't tell you why.

They're leaving you out of the loop, and
you think you deserve better.

You're angry, you're hurt, and that's
okay, because you're human.

However, you are still high guard.

These orders are legal, and you must
obey.

Would you?

I don't have a choice.

That's the problem, Rami.

I do.

And I have a responsibility.

Give me more, or we're not going
anywhere near Ralph Parthia. I told you.

told me nothing.

About your intentions, about your
mission. My command code is... It's from

government that's been gone for over 300
years.

My career, my training, they demand that
I follow your orders. But everything

else that I am, my experience, my
instincts are screaming at me to refuse

you give me a reason why I shouldn't.

And you will forgive me, ma 'am, if I
have fallen out of the practice of

accepting the idea that there are some
things that I don't need to know.

Clear this deck, Captain.

You heard her, go.

Recall there an attack ship. Pass.
Opening fire.

Return fire.

We're all clear.

Two minutes.

How's your military history, Captain?

I don't see what that has to do with...
I asked you a very simple question.

Excellent. Do you remember Admiral
Monroe?

Monroe was one of the first humans
promoted to Admiral in the High Guard.

Acting on orders from the Chief of
Argosy Operations, he led four battle

in two days.

Clearly, suicidal engagement with a
fleet of Purian torch ships.

They all died that day.

But we won the battle.

And why was that?

Monroe was one hell of an admiral.

Yes.

And he trusted his veteran superiors,
though it cost him his own life and the

lives of thousands under his command.

Trust me, Captain.

I'm not asking you or your crew to march
into a hopeless battle. I'm asking you

to let me die.

To complete my mission.

Admiral. It's a sacrifice I've been
called upon to make.

I promise you, Captain Hunt, there's far
more at stake here than a fleet of

advancing Purians.

Or the pained desire of one lost son to
cling fast to a piece of home.

Cynthia, here we come.

Becca, bring us about.

Get us in range of Ralph Garcia.

And prepare to deploy a Lancer drop pod.

I want a full load of defensive
missiles, all tubes.

We'll have to cover her all the way
down.

Thank you, Captain.

Don't thank me.

It might change my mind.

The Admiral needs your help.

Harper, meet me in the magazine.

Right back.

Black, you can't go critical.

Look. Betting my life savings on a game
of Yashidono is a chance I'm willing to

take, except against Trent.

However, accidentally setting off a Nova
bomb and therefore disrupting the

gravitational forces that hold together
stars and planets isn't...

Boss. I

know.

Okay.

But what if she... She won't. Okay.

You're sure?

Yep.

Okay. Just like that?

Yeah.

I trust you.

Thanks.

Hello hot backwoods, babe.

You get all the fun.

Dylan, I... I wanted to thank you for
everything that you've done.

You might want to wait on that.

I already have.

Too long.

That's goodbye.

So you're going with her? Yeah.

No.

I'm sorry, Maya.

But there isn't room aboard the drop
pod.

But you need help.

I won't fail you again.

You never failed me.

You led Captain Hunt to me, and now
you're helping me to save more than you

possibly imagine.

But Ralparthia is my home. And it will
live in your heart, even as you discover

a new universe.

You'll see she finds a home.

I will.

Thank you, Captain.

I really would appreciate that.

I'm sorry you and I didn't have more
time together, Dylan Hunt. Under the

circumstances, I think that's just as
well.

I'll tell you something else.

I don't think you need to know, but you
should know.

You deserve to know.

Tarn Vedra's quite aware of you and your
efforts to restore the Commonwealth.

We're proud of you, Captain.

Very proud.

And we want very much for you to carry
on.

Status on the drop pod.

She's through the outer atmosphere and
coming in range of the Calderon terminal

defense battery. Tier suppressing fire.
Make sure she gets down safely.

And she's really gone.

Not even got a chance to meet her in
person.

Yeah, the Admiral is a remarkable being.
Yeah, no kidding. She's a veteran.

She's fucking blood just like the rest
of us.

Drop pod is down.

Becca, increase orbit. Z plus 30.

Dylan, I'm receiving a transmission from
the surface.

It's the Admiral.

That was fast.

She did demonstrate an ability to test
her act over short range, but her

equipment was destroyed.

Put her on screen.

Captain, my final order.

Run.

Running like hell. Aye.

We're almost at slipstream range. I'm
detecting a massive tachyon burst

emanating from Rallparthia. Becca, now!

The cliff treatment's disintegrated.
Okay, not good. Not good.

Hey, I didn't turn Ralibar into a scum,
and I sure as hell didn't do this,

whatever this is.

Okay, that definitely makes my list of
top ten things that aren't fun.

We could try jumping from Typhon.

There has got to be a way to get back to
Ralparthia.

You've tried six other routes.

It's safe to say that Ralparthia has
been cut off from the slipstream.

Impossible. Unless you destroy the
entire system. Sun, planets...

Or make them disappear.

Just like Tarn Vedra.

Dylan, you wanted to see me? Yeah,
please. Come in.

Just wanted to make sure that you were
comfortable.

This ship is amazing.

It's the most amazing thing I've ever
seen.

Next to a delta, of course.

Of course.

You'll have to excuse me, but you don't
seem to be too worried about Ralph

Parthia.

Maybe I should be, but somehow I know
it's safe.

Xelta loved Rapartia.

And she's a veteran.

They always do what's right.

Don't you believe that?

I want to.