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Well, I agree, Trance, but this much I
know.

First contact missions are tricky, but
they can be a lot of fun.

Until they freak out when they see us.

Nobody is freaking out. We'll do it by
the book.

Besides, based on their mayday that we
intercepted, they've got bigger fears

than seeing us.

Have you decided what you're going to
say to calm them down?

Oh, you know me with my speeches.

But I was thinking, ladies and gentlemen
of the planet Savion, I know that

you're all terribly worried that a...

Giant space creatures. The Cetus. The
Cetus will arrive in each part of your

planet. But hey, don't sweat it. You're
all worked up over an age -old

superstition. Not bad.

I know. I'm not good at giving speeches.

You know, their tech must be fairly
young.

Their mayday was sent by radio signal.

Well, then they may not even have space
travel yet.

Good point.

Scan the planet for a detailed survey of
its geophysical properties.

Also collect and analyze all radio
transmissions they've sent over the last

years.

How do we get people to stop believing
in a myth they've believed in for

centuries? By getting them to believe in
that other myth.

What's that?

The one about the High Guard captain
flying around the universe, making

destroying the Commonwealth.

I don't think they'll ever believe in
that one.

Come on, Becca.

Dance with me.

Friends don't let friends drive in
polka.

Polka? Polka? Watch it. They're all
polka youth. It's called a sawingaw,

Oh, yeah. All the old, uh, kept cats on
Earth were, uh, doing it. And you know

what? It's a lot like love.

It's, uh, much better with a partner.

Great. You know what?

Go over there.

How about you, Rami? Care to, uh, live a
little?

How about, uh, giving me the honor of
this do -si -do?

Thank you, Harper, but my attentions are
currently focused on carrying out

Dylan's order.

Search the system's outer rim for the
sedans. And if we have to, kill it. Oh,

sure. A fairytale space beast takes
precedence over my, uh, invitation.

As a warship, I'm not optimally
programmed for ascetic distinctions.

I'd have to say this music is not my
taste.

All right. Why is this music on?

My fault.

Because I can't play it when Dylan's
here, which is always. He hates it.

Then I'm torn between clapping my hands
to applaud Dylan's good taste and

clapping my hands over both your ears to
simulate the pain you caused me.

Hey, kids, it's just three days until
Dylan gets back.

And why is our hero responding to some
minor planet's irrational panic over

mythical creature when there are far
more real threats in known space?

I know. We may as well be hunting for
big hands. Big fuck.

Whatever. Or the dreaded Snarkasaurus of
Qualis IV.

Come on, guys. After two years, you
should know that this is what Dylan

He helps worlds that can't necessarily
return the favor.

Very well.

Let him pursue their myths.

I'll consider this a much -needed
respite from the real threat.

Like your music.

Hey, what are you doing? I was listening
to that.

And I'm listening to this.

From an unidentified object
approximately four light minutes out.

it. Launch sensor drones for active
contact.

Aye.

According to this data, their society
still uses digital clocks and combustion

engines. Their technology is archaic.

Savion's a clean plate.

With a lot of potential.

They might even become an important part
of the universe.

You say that like you know.

I know when some things are worth
saving.

Dylan, the planet.

What the hell did that?

I don't recognize the rad signatures.

Yeah, because the radiation's off the
freaking chart. Lit up like a casino

on New Year's Eve.

I'm getting a complicated image from my
sensor return.

Visuals. Let's meet our stranger.

I think it just came true.

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.

Is it the Cetus?

My data bank contains 10 ,000 years of
Commonwealth history and no one's ever

seen anything like this.

I'll live to tell about it.

What do the sensors say?

Well, I can't tell you it's mass, nor
can I tell you what powers it. Do your

sensors tell you whether it's the planet
either?

No, but that would be my guess.

Mine too.

Rami, contact Dylan.

Transmit our data.

Transmitting. But Dylan is 44 light
minutes out.

We won't get a response for 90 minutes.

I can imagine what he'd say in the
meantime.

Yeah, don't let the Cetus eat it.

Well, it's got to be a good explanation
for those stars.

How about the myth?

The Cetus returns every 6 ,270 years to
take a bite.

And it looks to me as though the next
one will eat the planet whole.

I'm not ready to give up on science. I
want to analyze the geological history

that planet.

We'll find the answer.

If it didn't answer or hail, then it's
not a ship, or it doesn't speak our

language. Well, let's stay out of its
way.

Or attack it. But let's not sit here
making idle chit -chats. Here, you know

Dylan's protocol.

We talk first. Kill later.

Yeah, well, Dylan's not here. I say we
skip step one and proceed directly to

step... Save our freaking butts.

I agree.

We don't even know if it's sentient. We
do know it's on our trajectory for the

planet.

Plot an intercept.

Aye. What?

Get in front of it. The planet's scars
don't correspond to the tectonic plate

boundaries. This would be caused by
earthquakes or volcanic activity.

Or meteors.

At least not any meteors that I've seen.

Guess we didn't find our answer.

We found our answer. None of the above.

What's the radiometric dating of those
scars?

They're about 6 ,270 years apart.

Just like the myth.

How long ago was the most recent one?

6 ,270 years ago, give or take.

Then whatever it is, we're due for
another visit.

So, are we finished playing What Would
Dylan Do?

Fire warning shot.

No reaction. It's still headed directly
toward us. I guess Mr. Fetus doesn't

speak warning shot.

Perhaps he parlays full missile barrage.

Harley awaits here.

This bogey is hostile.

Target is vulnerable spot.

Does have vulnerable spots, right?

Beats me.

Beats me?

Two words I never expected to hear from
a warship with the brain ear side.

All right, then. Let's just throw what
we've got and see where it sticks.

consumed our missiles.

Leaves me nowhere to eat for breakfast.

Romy, did we damage it at all?

I'm still too far away to tell. I can't
even tell you if it's mentioned.

All right, go in closer.

Hit it with an AP burst and laser
barrage.

What are you thinking?

It looks like I'll need a new speech.

Like what?

Well, how about this? Ladies and
gentlemen of the planet Savion, there

be... Something to your myth. But don't
worry. The most powerful starship in the

universe is out there somewhere
protecting you.

Well, that's great.

Now all you have to do is convince
yourself.

Andromeda is strong, Trance. But if the
Cetus can do that to a planet, I...

Incoming message from the Andromeda. The
lag time is 44 minutes.

Put it through.

Dylan, we've made active contact with
the Cetus.

The thing is no myth. It's real and it's
headed toward the planet.

We'll try to hail it and then... See
what happens.

Andromeda, this is Dylan. Code black.
Exercise extreme caution. Repeat.

Extreme caution. Stay outside combat
radius.

Dylan out.

Because of the signal lag, they won't
get that message first. I know. I know.

Signal lag.

I hate physics.

You know what?

We're going back.

And it's up 44 minutes. It's late.

Did the sensor drones detect any
reaction to our missiles?

Not yet.

All right.

Tell me when they're inside two light
seconds.

We'll stick put at four light seconds.

When will your drones tell us whether
it's alive?

Hey, if we had a really, really, really
long stick, we could try poking it in

the eye. If it blinks, it's alive.

It has no eye.

Nor so far as we can tell any vulnerable
areas.

Gotta have something.

The drones see anything yet?

They're within two lights.

It ate my drone.

Radiation's way up.

Battle stations.

Andromeda, get us the hell out of here.
Hard 180.

I don't know.

I don't know.

You don't know?

Give her a break, would you, dear?

All our applications

are under simultaneous assault.

Can you at least contact Dylan?

Mayday. Hold on.

Mayday.

Mayday.

I don't know.

We engaged the bogey with 20 gigatons of
warheads. No reaction.

We're going to go in closer and hit it
with energy weapons.

I dropped out.

That was 38 minutes ago.

Do you think they went in too far?

No.

Until their sensor drones identified
target areas, they stayed outside the

combat radius.

Probably four life seconds.

How do you know that?

Because that's what I would do.

One more second.

Got it.

My power's back online.

Great. All ahead full.

Maximum force.

Oh, no.

It's not working. It's not working.

External pressure is your very thing.

Power down.

I suggest we try copious explosives.

Go for it.

Full offensive salvo.

Fire it!

We haven't picked up any more
transmissions from Andromeda.

Dylan, if we're supposed to be saving
the planet, why did we turn around to

the Andromeda instead?

Because Andromeda is that planet's first
and last line of defense.

If it falls, so will Savion.

But if the Cetus eats the Andromeda and
gets filled, wouldn't that save the

planet? That might.

save the planet.

But we would lose the universe.

Failure. Initiating ownership.

Harper.

What's the problem?

Simulation.

Why were I mistaken? Outer air lung
rupture.

She can't disconnect from the core AI.

It's the controlling of information
that's into her by the Miller thing.

Are we online?

Look at her.

What do you think?

Hey, she wasn't built to be eaten by a
giant space creature.

Neither was I.

Look, she's got God knows what poison
eating away at her AI and burning

her entire outer body, all because you
dumped a full payload of missiles on top

of her skin.

Yes, well, it seemed like a good idea at
the time.

Make it safe to say that unless we get
power back online, we stand no chance of

survival. Go get us manual control.

Harper, you have to go to the slipstream
core to get... She needs me.

It's here.

Harper. Look, the only way you're going
to help her is to get manual control.

Go to the slipstream core.

Go.

I'm nobody's lunch

Did

you

hear that

She's a mess.

She's saying that the outer decks are on
fire and she can't put it out.

Then we'll do it.

Vent everything except deck 12. That's
Harper's route to Slipstream Corps.

Goodbye. Hello, Plan B.

They're thinking the atmosphere?

People need to be told these things!

We've closed to real -time
communications range.

Andromeda, come in.

Andromeda.

We're getting a message.

Put it through.

out. Remind me to stop sending messages
to myself.

It must have reflected off of something.

Yeah, but what?

Something nearby.

What is that?

Trance enhanced visual.

Can we contact them? I'm using a laser
with sonic vibrations.

Maybe they'll hear us.

Andromeda, do you read me?

Andromeda, come in.

Andromeda, do you read me?

You can't get out.

Then what do we do?

We'll go in.

We have point defense lasers and a few
missiles.

And proximity mines.

And that's all we have.

Becca already hit that thing with 20
gigatons of missiles.

We don't have payload like that, even
with a combat pod.

Okay, it's time to think outside the
box.

Think outside what box?

When you run out of conventional
options, you go to the unconventional.

Like weapons.

Exactly, like weapons. Specifically, AP
fuel tank.

Outside the box, I like it.

Decks 3 to 11, 100 % vent.

Manually venting decks 24 to 43.

Manually venting decks 44 through 63.

Seven decks aren't responding.

Respond, damn it.

That's almost the entire ship.

Except for command and split -stream
core? We don't even know if Harper made

to split -stream core.

And until we get comm or manual control,
we won't know.

Sensing 85 % completed.

Existing lifelike support.

Rerouting to command.

Adjusting conduits and split -stream.

Ronnie?

Are you okay? The ship has almost shut
down.

So, my AI isn't scrambled.

Can you contact Slipstream Corps?

We have to find Harper.

Harper. You know, short, fast talker,
too smart for his own good.

Hope he's in love with you.

I know, Harper.

Harper's not in Slipstream Corps.

A conduit, a conduit. My kingdom for a
conduit.

Oh, crap!

Do you think they're still alive?

You should know, Trance. After two years
and everything the universe has thrown

at them.

They've always found a way to survive.

He's in conduit one, four, or seven.

Trying to get manual control.

Papa?

Andromeda?

Better. It's Romy. I'm borrowing a
hologram.

And you wear it so well, sweetheart.

Oxygen -deprived and still full of
attitude.

I'm not deprived.

I'm depraved.

And back at you, baby.

So, have you found a way to fix me?

No.

But on the bright side, we aren't see
this crap yet.

Judging from the friendly stomach acid,
that's only because it's still trying to

eat its way through your fullerene mesh
exterior.

Well, you always said I have thick skin.

Yeah, well, it's only a matter of time
before it cracks your crunchy shell and

works its way into the center of your
chewy goodness.

How much time, Harper?

My guess?

About an hour.

Cops.

Find a way to kill the Cetus.

Don't worry, Rami.

I won't let it hurt you.

She's an impressive ship.

She's a survivor.

Just like Dylan.

There's no ease out there trying to save
us.

Or maybe not.

Stellar position monitor just stopped.

It means the Cetus just stopped.

Oh my God, it's trying to digest us.

It's trying to digest us?

Dylan wanted to say Savion, right?

I mean, it's the only reason we're in
this armpit corner of the universe?

If the Cetus ate Andromeda, I mean, even
though we're tiny compared to a planet,

we'd have more than enough rich matter
to satisfy its appetite.

Which means that Dylan could save
Savion.

By doing absolutely nothing.

Dylan will make the best efforts to save
the planet and the Andromeda.

Really?

And you're so sure because... I trust
Dylan to be Dylan?

So, the bomb kills the Cetus and lets
the Andromeda go free, and we save the

planet and the Andromeda.

That's right.

I call it my eat your cake and have it
too plan.

Um, isn't it have your cake and eat it
too?

Fran, we're working on a bomb that could
destroy a small planet.

They're quibbling over Samantha.

Anyone can have their cake and then eat
it real quick.

Eating your cake and still having it.

I see.

It's a common mistake.

You're going to have to fly pretty close
to Thetis if you're going to launch

those bombs into it.

What if we end up killing ourselves?

Well, then we'll be going out with a
bang.

On my mark, drop the bomb.

Ready?

Park! Drop them.

You've got to install seatbelts.

How much more about that was Dylan?

His rendition of a valiant cavalry
charge with Amaru's AP fuel tanks.

And we're still trapped.

And that's the best case scenario.

There's a worst case scenario?

Dylan, Trant.

They're dead.

In so much as in the next little while I
imagine this creature will convert us

all to energy, I would expect you to
take a greater interest in restoring the

ship's power.

I just never thought he could die.

I don't think he's dead.

Really? Well, that's interesting,
because the ship's sensors, or at least

left of them, say he is dead.

That explosion equaled the size of
Maro's fuel capacity.

Machine logic.

I don't believe he's dead.

When did you find the faith?

I have faith in nothing but this.

When the universe collapses and dies,
there will be three survivors.

Tir Anasazi, the cockroaches, and Dylan
Hunt trying to save the

cockroaches.

Please.

Make yourself useful.

That was close, Tran. That was, uh...
That was way too close.

Status on the Andromeda.

They're still trapped.

What?

We have faced the Magog, Kaldans,
Pyrrhians...

I will be damned if I lose my crew
inside that thing. We're getting a

the Cetus.

At least our AP bombs did some damage.
Give me a closer look.

Right there.

You see how all these roads lead to that
one knot?

You think that's the Cetus's brain?

Whatever it is, it's our next target.

Don't harp on IG. Have to find the way
to kill it. Call me Ishmael, but the rad

patterns from Dylan's bomb created a
juicy target.

He didn't die, Rami.

Right now, your senses say a lot of
things, but they're blinded and

like a lot of my dates.

It's a perfect example of why a powerful
ship like you still needs a human

engineer, Rami.

He's okay.

The Maru is out there.

Even if it is just a shell with a
slipstream drive.

There's got to be something on board we
can use to hit the target.

Are we still thinking outside of the
box?

Oh, Tran.

Right now we are so far outside the box
we can't even see the box.

Well then, let's consider that the Cetus
is kind of like us.

In the sense that it eats to grow
bigger. The only difference is we don't

consume matter, we consume food.

But if somebody wanted to kill us...
They'd give us poison.

That's how we'll kill the Cetus.

will give it exactly the opposite of
what it eats.

Which is... Anti -matter.

Hello? Once I get manual control, I can
reroute the anti -matter from the

slipstream generators to the main
thrusters. Then, on three, two, one...

Voila! The Cetus gets one hell of a
Heimlich and spews those out like your

-chef's three -day -old chopped liver
faster than you could say uncle. Or in

this case, anti!

Will it kill the Cetus?

Who cares?

We'll survive. You will survive.

I'll fail.

Dylan ordered me to kill the Cetus and
save that planet, so I need to know.

How can I kill the Cetus guaranteed?

Nothing is guaranteed. Best chance, if
we manually eject a slipstream driving

its belly, then maybe we can ride the
explosion out. But the hell I'm doing

that? Our orders are to save that
planet.

Yeah, well, my job is to save you.

I have to carry out Dylan's orders, even
if it puts us at risk.

Sorry, you're going to live, honey.

Those are my orders.

There, that should do the trick.

We've got the Morrow slipstream core to
overload.

Once it hits the target, we'll rip the
Cetus into a thousand pieces.

And let the Andromeda escape.

That's the plan.

What if the plan doesn't work?

Will they be ripped apart too?

That happens if we don't do anything.

All we can do is try.

So how are we going to get our
slipstream drive into the Cetus?

Strap it to a bullet.

What kind of a bullet?

You're riding in it.

If Dylan still is alive, you just know
he's out there doing everything he can

save us and that planet.

Your point?

My point is we should be doing
everything we can to kill the Cetus.

Not just save our butt.

Dylan expects us to save our butt.

And sacrifice Savion?

If it means surviving to one day save
many Savions, yes.

We're no good to the universe dead.

And we're no good to the universe if
we're too afraid to risk our lives to do

the right thing.

To help worlds that need help.

The Magog attacked this ship.

I promised Dylan that even if he died, I
would continue his mission.

Then by all means, continue it.

But I will not die because of your
misguided sentiment to memorialize a man

is not dead.

At the ship's maximum speed, I can
penetrate its skin and eject the

drive right on top of the target.

But the Cetus' shape is constantly
changing.

How can we be sure that we're going to
hit its brain?

I can't be sure, but I know I can give
it one hell of a headache.

Sounds dangerous. It is dangerous.
That's why you're going to wear this.

This is not going to protect me in the
event of an explosion.

You're not coming with me. Yes, I am.
No, you're not. I'll put it on. That's

order. When the Andromeda's free, use
the comm light to hail her.

Still in?

Tramps, you're not coming with me.

Respectfully requesting to come with
you, sir.

Please, besides, this won't help me
anyway.

Trans -Gemini.

Welcome aboard.

I'm asking you not to do this.

And I'm answering you. No.

You can thank me later.

For what?

If I don't follow Dylan's orders to kill
the Cetus and save the planet, I might

as well be dead.

Because I failed in my mission.

All right.

You're under the influence of stomach
acid. You're not thinking straight. This

isn't about following orders or
completing the mission, is it? It's

Because you think he's dead, and you
don't think you can live without him,

right? I'm programmed to carry out
orders.

Yeah, well, that's where we're
different. You see, I have a choice, and

not to allow some stupid, broken
-hearted suicide, especially when you're

me with you.

You're wrong, Harper.

I do have a choice.

And that is where you're wrong, because
I...

Just got manual control.

Ladies and gentlemen, uh, Nietzsche,
thank you for flying Andromeda. That

sounded flowing air, you know, here. And
crackling conversation is my genius and

your survival once again.

Now, for those of you who haven't heard
Harper's plan, here's the nutshell.

Re -routing anti -matter. To the main
thrusters, which will, when you power

up, send their fetus to Harper in hell
and us in the chunky hurl heaven.

It might get a little messy, but at
least we'll all live.

I'll save us and raise you one.

If we eject the slipstream drive...
We'll kill the Cetus, right?

What is with the death wish? Yeah, sure,
if you want to die surfing an exploding

vomit wave.

Hey, I've surfed the reaction of an
exploding star before. I think I can

out a little Cetus vomit.

I will not allow you to risk our lives
by ejecting that slipstream drive.

So instead, you'll just take over the
ship after we've saved our asses.

You don't really believe that Dylan's
still alive, do you?

You just said that, so I'd think we'd
still be safe after we got free.

Becca!

I once told Dylan that this mission was
nothing but an excuse to reshape the

universe according to his will.

It is!

In these two years, and for reasons I'm
not even sure I understand, some

significant part of me has grown to...

Prefer that shape?

I do believe Dylan's alive.

Convince me.

If you really think that Dylan is still
out there trying to save us, eject the

slipstream drive.

Kill that thing before Dylan dies trying
to kill it for us.

Want to reshape the universe or not?

You're awfully calm considering we're
about to die.

That's not necessarily true now, is it?

Not necessarily.

That's right.

Because once we get Andromeda free,
they'll continue my mission.

And that is my life.

Said you came from a bad future.

What exactly went bad?

In that future, I made some mistakes,
and only Becca and I survived.

That does sound bad.

Looks like I put you in a different kind
of future, one you won't survive.

On the other hand, I'll make a better
one for everyone else.

playing the rules of the game very well.
But if you don't get us out of here in

less than two minutes, we're going to be
turned into tasty, chewy people bits.

Harper, please.

Is this really what you want?

No.

But it's what we have to do.

All right.

For you.

Let's see if I can't eject this damn
slipstream.

They made it?

Reversed thrusters!

We killed the Thedas.

They have a planet.

Dylan.

They must have ejected their slipstream
drive.

The Thedas are dying.

If we don't clear this area, it won't be
the only thing dying.

We did.

You could even say that we had our cake
outside of the box and ate it too. You

could say that, yeah.

Incoming message.

It's from the Andromeda.

And it's in real time.

I love real time.

What, Becca?

I'm just glad we're on the same team.

That's all.

Somebody say something.

I just want to hear your voice.

Welcome back, Captain Trent. Welcome
back.

You know, if it's something that's
supposed to be a myth,

the Cetus did a hell of a lot of damage.

Yeah, well, you should see the other
guy.

Yeah, well, you know about that.

Ejecting the slipstream drive, that was
risky.

And that's exactly what I would have
done.

We know your willingness to defy the
universal odds is a disease that

we have all contracted.

Well, I have to think that's a good
thing because somehow we keep winning.

Where's Harper?

Almost there, Rami.

He's almost here.

and get out of the way.

I'm proud of you.

Two years ago, you'd be thinking of your
own survival and not that planet.

I know you had another way out, but you
did the right thing.

Now I know I can count on you to
continue my mission, even if I'm not

One day, the universe will count on it,
too.

Believe me, that day will come.

Sooner than you think.

Ah, a freaking sock foot kilometer in
one minute, and I still missed the

inspiring speech.

Hey, but I didn't miss it anything.

Shall we?

We shall.

Hey, stoic one.

We're alive.

Dance with me.