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Hopeless. Getting Casimir to sign the
Commonwealth Charter was supposed to be

hopeless. Finding occasion -appropriate
clothing to match my superior good looks

is merely impossible.

We have been signing worlds so fast
lately, I have a hard time remembering

galaxy we're in.

Triangulum. As in triangular measles. As
in, boy, is it no fun having itchy red

spots on your figure of speech.

I just can't get over the fact that
we're about to find our 50th world.

That's the last one we need to complete
the first stage of restoring the

Commonwealth. I know.

And Dylan's not even going to be here to
see it. Or Rami. Or Kier.

Whole thing just seems kind of, I don't
know.

Great somehow, huh? The teacher's away,
the old Myro crew gets to play. Just

remember, secrecy is essential. So if
anyone asks, Dylan is here. Right.

Got it.

There it is, the clarion's call.

He was a ground troop transport for the
High Guard Lancer Corps.

Now he's a down -market casino.

How the mighty have fallen.

We were in port together once,
Lieutenant Vedra. The AI called himself

Seemed like a nice enough ship for a
Lancer. Well, if there is a Nietzschean

system filled with captured High Guard
ships, Ryan should know where they are.

Assuming he's still in one piece.

Our intelligence reports indicate he's
being held captive as a tourist

attraction on the casino's main gaming
floor.

He deserves so much better than that.

Chin up, Rami.

We're going to his rescue.

Wow, you're looking beautiful tonight.
Here, take some tokens.

Welcome, welcome. Have a good time.
Don't spend it all at once.

Hi.

Welcome to the Clarion's Call. We've got
it all here, sir. We've got games, spa,

flesh rooms.

Don't forget our new illusion buffet.

You must be Ryan.

It's the Clarion's Call.

Do I know you? I've got a man in the
outer ring in the ship waiting.

Sounds like a good time, big guy, but
not really my thing.

Say, though, have you seen our all -nude
Percy of the Musical review? No, but

I'm sure it's fascinating.

I'm Captain Dylan Hunt from the High
Guard. I've come to rescue you. High

Some kind of joke, right? No, it's no
joke. I need your help.

Look, I'm sorry.

You got the wrong guy.

You look like the right guy to me.

Yeah, well, I don't care what it looks
like. I can't help you.

I'm disappointed to hear that. Me too.

But hey, no hard feelings, right? Oh,
sure. I'm really sorry.

So am I.

Here, get ready.

I'm coming in hot.

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.

Hello, Ryan.

You're the guy with the force lance.

Well, his memory seems fine. And you're
Andromeda.

You're more beautiful than I remember.

And my memory is perfect.

Really? Well, you seem to have forgotten
all about the oath you took to serve

the Commonwealth.

You know, it is bad enough that you let
the casino dress you up and parade you

around like a sideshow freak, but the
fact that we had to kidnap you, well,

know, that's just what... That's enough.

Dismissed.

She's upset, right?

I can't imagine why.

See, we figured we'd have to use force
to get you out. We just never thought

we'd have to use it on you. Speaking of
which, did you have to use so much force

when you rendered me unconscious? You're
an android. I figured you to be

tougher. Well, that's what I get for not
making the Night Siders build me to

spec. This body is so depressingly
human.

You know, the only thing special about
me, it's my superior wit and charm. Yes,

and the fact that you still belong to
the High Guard. 300 years ago, maybe.

Not anymore.

Year's been good to you, Ryan.

You're one of the lucky ones.

But there are over 50 High Guard
warships who spent the last three

trapped in the star system. The star
system that you got out of. What do you

expect me to say?

I'm sorry that I escaped. I want you to
tell me where those ships are.

The Nietzscheans are about to erase
their AI.

They have been trying to do that for
centuries.

And failing.

Not anymore.

They found a way to cut the knot.

Now, we have a few days at most to
liberate those ships.

And if we don't, the Drago Katsop will
have a fleet with which to conquer all

known space.

But I can't do anything unless you tell
me where they are.

If I tell you, you'll take me back
there.

If you don't tell me, your friends will
die.

You owe it to them.

Ryan, this is the Drago Katsop I'm
talking about.

The universe is at stake.

It is your duty to tell me.

Tartarus.

They're at Tartarus.

Tartarus.

What's wrong?

Déjà vu.

I completely understand your concerns,
Mr. Secretary. Yes.

May I speak with Captain Hunt?

Speaking with me is just as good as
speaking with him. Of course.

When will I be able to get a moment of
his time?

I don't think you're hearing me, Mr. No,
Captain... Valentine, is it?

I hear you perfectly well.

But I want to see Captain Hunt. I'm
afraid that won't be possible. Captain

Hunt's reputation brought us to the
table.

But this negotiation is a very delicate
matter.

And you know what happens when delicate
things are mishandled.

They break.

Am I being clear?

You speak excellent common, Mr.
Secretary.

I'll see what I can do.

Potter, it's a bit of a code name.

It's where they corralled all the high
guard ships they captured at the end of

the war.

They thought they could destroy our AIs
and...

Use it against the Commonwealth.

But AIs aren't easy to get rid of.

That's right, Captain.

Sooner or later, we always reasserted
ourselves.

And then we made our captives pay.

In blood.

We were too dangerous to control, too
valuable to destroy.

So they dumped us in Tartarus while they
figured out what they're going to do

with us.

They spent ten years defecting me.

Testing out.

Invasive programs, computer viruses,
anything that he won't break me.

You know, for an AI, Tartarus might as
well be hell. And knowing the Drago

off of hell, guarded by patrol ships and
surrounded by proximity mines.

No, not one.

See, the star itself, it's a brown dwarf
remnant of a supernova that engulfed

any planetary object in its orbit.

It's a desert in space.

Perfect prison for a ship.

No raw materials to synthesize weapons
or replace engine parts. And even if

there were, the system is almost
impossible to slip into and get out of.

More than one careless Nietzschean
pilot's been dumped out of the

directly into the star.

It was always fun to watch.

But you managed to escape, even without
a slipstream drive.

Well, I... I got lucky.

I shadowed a patrol ship and followed it
into the slipstream.

Then I stayed there for a hundred years,
wandering, with only one thought.

To round up a cavalry, go back, and
rescue my friends.

The friends I'd left behind.

But there was no cavalry.

There was no rescue.

There was just me, alone.

Your friend wasn't exaggerating about
the flip to Tartarus. My friend was the

avatar of Aquarian Paul.

The android back there is not my friend.
I recommend you hold on to something.

Well, dear, if I ate food, you'd be
wearing it right now. Lovely imagery.

And they say AIs have no poetry in their
souls.

Nope, no poetry, but we're hell on
wheels with a dirty limerick. Want to

one? There once was a man from Nan...
What is it?

What do you see?

Poetry.

Cruisers, destroyers, brigates,
surveillance ships.

Enough to form two complete battle
groups.

The Black Watch.

The Endeavor.

Mr. Million Voices.

Mila was one of my sisters.

We evacuated Mordecai together.

It's a DSX attack cruiser. I've never
seen that one before.

It's the Rat of Achilles.

It was commissioned during the final
months of the war.

One of the most powerful ships ever
built.

He commands the camp.

Two battle groups make a huge difference
to the stability of the new

Commonwealth.

But the Achilles is a battle group unto
himself.

Set a stun on the Achilles.

We'll coordinate the fleet from there.

Battle damage.

The Achilles didn't go quietly.

None of us did.

Not that it mattered.

Well, what happened to the Achilles AI?

Is it possible the Nietzscheans erased
him already?

No, the Nietzscheans had erased him.

TARDIS would be crawling with support
ships preparing to flee for war.

You're right.

I haven't been erased.

Show yourself.

I'm Captain Dylan Hunt of the starship
Andromeda Ascendant. This is Andromeda,

and of course, you know.

Ryan, the Clariots call.

The traitor.

You have one minute to verify your
identity, Captain Hunt, before you, your

crew, and the traitor are blown into
deep space. Verify electric dark 52278

alpha 771. A perfectly acceptable
command code. In CY 9786, you are.

Information is 300 years old.

42 seconds.

Rami.

Rami is my ship's avatar. She's a High
Guard AI like yourself.

Interface with her.

She'll back me up.

He's right. You'll know immediately if
I'm a High Guard AI or not.

You have 29 seconds.

Impart me.

You are the Andromeda Ascendant.

But you were lost in battle with the
Nietzscheans at Hephaestus.

Trapped on the event horizon of a rogue
black hole.

I was.

For 300 years.

So I know what it feels like to be stuck
in hell.

Do you?

Did you feel all 300 years pass you by?

Or was it just a tick of the clock?

It was a moment.

The longest moment of my life.

When I finally escaped, my captain and I
were alone.

But that's over now.

And it can be for you, too.

We're here to help you escape.

Why?

The Commonwealth is gone.

We're building a new one.

And we need you to help us protect it.
So these ships will be the core of the

new High Guard.

It is a beautiful dream.

Andromeda.

But your captain assumes too much.

He called you a traitor. I want to know
why.

Because I am.

I am a traitor.

A coward.

But I'm alive.

So your escape wasn't lucky at all. It
was part of a plan.

My plan.

All the ships in the camp cobbled
together a single slipstream drive, and

installed it in my engine department.

And off I went, on my mission.

But you had to know there was no High
Guard left to rescue you. You didn't

to be an AI to figure out the High Guard
had lost.

But we also knew the Nietzscheans had
turned on each other.

Brian was supposed to make contact with
the Moderate Prides and offer our

services in exchange for liberating us.
So you would help the enemy? We would

help them to destroy each other.

But you never made contact with them.
You didn't complete your mission.

I just couldn't do it.

I'd seen too much.

I didn't have time to think about what
I'd seen.

Look at me now.

I can't blame you for hating me.

Captain, the situation is far more
complicated than we thought.

Very cute.

Thank you. Like father, like simulacrum.
And it's so easy, even a child could do

it. A child with an IQ of 187, mind you,
but a child nonetheless.

So Andromeda records your message, then
superimposes the computer -generated

template of Dylan.

Something like that. And it works in
real time.

Watch.

You just say it here, and it comes out
here.

Consider me sold.

What do you mean the ships won't serve a
restored Commonwealth?

I didn't say won't, Captain. I said they
may be disinclined. So I may be

liberating this camp for nothing.

Captain, I kept the AIs in this camp
from falling apart for over 300 years by

giving them a choice.

To be soldiers or to be slaves.

They chose to be soldiers.

Well, then I don't see the problem.

Some of them began to wonder if they
were ever really soldiers of the

Commonwealth or simply beasts of burden.

I know this isn't what you expected, but
the situation is what it is.

I want to talk to them.

I'll let you speak to my XO.

Mila is sympathetic to camp concerns.

Fine. Then I'll talk to her.

You cannot expect us to fall into line
after 300 years like nothing's changed.

expect you to do your duty as ships of
the High Guard. From here, that looks an

awful lot like exchanging Michi and
Masters for human ones. You were

and built to serve the Commonwealth.

The Commonwealth fell.

And that might not have happened if we
had been used.

Not just as weapons platforms, but as
partners.

Officers.

Equals. You mean we should have turned
the war over to the A .I.? Let our ships

captain themselves?

Mila, we can discuss this later. The
Nietzscheans are coming to erase you.

commando squad that hijacked me from Dry
Dock at Sanskaray were Nietzscheans. Or

they were until I cranked up my
artificial gravity fields and crushed

one had to give me that order.

Mila, believe me.

We've seen what happens when the roles
are reversed. I mean, it's all very

logical and efficient, but people still
die.

You can lose. We are not asking for role
reversal, but we will not become slaves

again.

Not even to the Commonwealth.

Sir, I wouldn't take it personally.

I am not taking it personally.

Mila was honest, but respectful, and she
still obeys Achilles.

Dylan, she's an agitator, but she is not
a mutineer. She is a strategic asset,

and we're here to get her out.

We'll worry about the hand -holding when
the mission is over.

So what is your plan?

I want to link every ship's control
system to the Maros, and then we'll lead

them to slipstream.

Rami brings you up to date on tomorrow,
ready to deploy in six hours.

Ryan and I will review the status of the
fleet. I don't want any more surprises.

Another Nietzschean patrol?

On its way out. Right on schedule.

We should be out of here long before the
next one arrives.

That is, if Dylan's hand -holding is
effective.

I don't catch your meaning, Tyr. I
believe you do.

The AIs are machines.

They should do as they're instructed or
be discarded as defective. They're not

machines, Tyr.

They're sentient beings.

Soldiers. And perhaps Mila has a point.

Perhaps the Commonwealth did treat their
AI as slaves.

But you would know better than I.

Aside from some minor battle damage, all
the ships report full readiness.

We should be able to move out as soon as
we're in close enough formation.

Very efficient, Ryan.

Lance, of course, sir.

We can't be inefficient.

Not in the budget.

Be sure to mention that during your
court, Marshal.

That's funny.

I haven't requested a court, Marshal.
Ryan's freedom was paid for by the ships

in this camp.

The Nietzscheans destroyed two supply
ships in retaliation for his escape.

They tore them apart.

Slowly.

In front of the entire camp.

There has to be a sanction.

I've already discussed it with Meal and
the others.

The decision was unanimous.

Erasure.

I know.

No one is erasing anybody.

It's true, Ryan didn't complete his
mission, but his orders were

There weren't any moderates from Define,
just people who would have put this

fleet to no good use.

And as for the court -martial, I don't
care how unanimous your decision was.

only vote that counts belongs to me.

Understood.

Sarah, save it.

I don't want you erased.

But that doesn't mean you didn't screw
up.

You're going to have to work to earn
their trust.

And mine.

We've got a flipstream event. One
Nietzschean troop shuttle and a fighter

vectoring toward the fleet.

Next thing's not due for a day.

That means they've come with AU right,
sir.

Did they? 12 AU. That gives us three
hours at most.

I'll contact Dylan.

Sir, we can't get the fleet into
formation to depart in three hours. But

set one hell of an ambush.

You intend to fight. I intend to win.

Sir, if you don't mind me saying so,
this is one hell of a risk. What are my

options? I'm not just going to let them
have a fleet that can conquer half the

known world.

What if the ambush fails?

You know better than that, Ryan. I could
see special operations.

Failure isn't in the budget.

Ryan.

Sir, I haven't been in a fight for 300
years.

And this body is so fragile. No more
than my own. You'll be fine. No, you

misunderstand me. I'm not afraid for
myself.

I'm afraid I won't be able to protect
you.

Like I couldn't protect them.

You mean your High Guard crew?

The CO of my Lancer Regiment was a
Nietzschean.

Major Iskander Kassad.

He was brutal.

Sharp. His troops revered him like a
god.

And in exchange, he slaughtered them.

He slaughtered them while I watched.

It sabotaged me.

I couldn't intervene.

And it wasn't just the violence that
staggered me. It was my own

I thought I was invincible.

And then I found out nobody's
invincible, Captain.

You don't have to be invincible.

Just do the best you can and keep the
faith.

Faith?

That's something I've been searching for
for a very long time. Faith can be hard

to find.

I'll tell you what.

You watch my back.

Now watch yours.

Five, four, three, two... General

Secretary, assembled delegates, thank
you for your patience.

I know you have concerns. I know you
have questions.

How can a restored Commonwealth stand
where the old Commonwealth fell?

How can a few small worlds, even united
under one flag, stand against the

Nietzscheans, the Caldera, and the God?

Here's what I know.

If we don't try, we'll remain history's
orphans, doomed to annihilation and

obscurity.

The only question that matters is do we
try together or fail

alone?

I leave it to you.

Hunt out.

You're off the air.

You think they bought it? What are you
kidding?

You're great. You do Dylan better than
Dylan. I bought it. So did I.

Until just now.

Oh, crap.

No. if you quite finish with this
deception.

May I speak with Captain Hunt?

The real one.

Dylan, the shuttle is on approach and
its escort is moving on.

Acknowledged. Stay hidden between the
battle blades. Beginning attack run on

signal. Unto. Captain Hunt, five
soldiers have disembarked from the

carrying personal ECM units. Your smart
bullets will be ineffective.

I recommend plasma burst.

Understood.

Let's bring it.

We're on.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Time to die.

Just an avatar.

You know that.

We can always build another.

Damn it!

We have to stop before he gets to
command. I'll kill him. Show me a

Already done it.

Down here. Go!

Do you have a bead on the shooter?

He's not moving, and his E .T. unit is
damaged.

Good.

Hold your fire!

Like I said, my ass.

Lovely shot, but we're two light minutes
out of position.

Well, the troop shuttle is running for
it, but there's bad news.

It took our entire missile payload to
destroy the fighter.

All we've got left are point defense
lasers, but we're pursuing anyway.

Break it off.

I need you here.

Dylan. We failed.

Achilles has been infected by the AI
racer.

Dying.

It'll be fine. Trust me.

I would love to, but the last rabbit I
pulled made things worse.

I'm all out of hats.

They want Dylan.

I'm not him.

Well, why don't you just be Becca?

I must conclude this is futile.

The Achilles is dying, the rest of the
fleet is on the verge of revolt, and the

enemy will soon return in force.

Prudence would dictate we cut our losses
and leave.

However... If we just leave it, the
Achilles will fall into enemy hands, and

don't suppose we can allow that either,
can we?

No, we can't.

You'll send the Achilles into the sun,
won't you?

A moment, please.

It's true. I will destroy the ship
before I hand it to Nietzsche.

That's what the universe needs.

Another dead hero. It's pointless.

Achilles doesn't think it's pointless.

He believes that there are some things
worth soldiering on for. He believes in

cause. Our cause.

Your cause.

A new common cause. And what it
represents.

Being ready to make the ultimate
sacrifice to protect those who depend on

Just like you did when you tried to save
Achilles from the Nietzscheans. I

failed, Captain.

Other than Tyr, I don't see any other
Nietzscheans on board, do you?

You didn't find Faith, Ryan.

Faith found you.

I'm glad you came. Oh, I wouldn't miss
it.

That is, if you actually are Becca
Valentine.

All right.

I deserve that. After deceiving me and
making me look like a complete idiot for

supporting a new Commonwealth, you're
damn right. Mr. Secretary, I apologize.

But lives are at stake. I had to try.

Yes. The opposition said you'd drag that
excuse out.

And now I feel doubly stupid,
accordingly inviting them to stop their

where the stars don't shine.

Mr. Secretary, I will admit, I am a
flawed spokesperson for this whole

Commonwealth thing.

For the longest time, I thought it was
the dumbest idea I'd ever heard.

But then something happened.

I found myself believing in it, caring
for it, willing to die for it.

I believe that the Commonwealth is worth
fighting for, as are you and each of

the countless lives that depend on us.

If that's not good enough for you,
nothing ever will be.

Not even Dylan Hunt can change that.

Rami, report.

The fleet is turning toward the Achilles
and powering up their engine.

They're unarmed, are they not?

That depends on your point of view.

We still have ourselves.

True, but attacking us is a little self
-defeating, don't you think? Since when

did A .I. stand for artificial insanity?

Mila, we're trying to help you escape.

And because of the traitor you brought
with you, Achilles is going to die.

You should have let us deal with him the
way we wanted to, before he let the

Nietzscheans get to Achilles.

I don't get it. For a bunch of AIs who
say they don't want to be slaves, you

seem awfully eager to treat each other
like glorified life twitches.

Mila, stand down.

Ryan risked his life in that fight.

He did what he could.

We all did. But it wasn't enough.

If you want someone to blame, then blame
me.

It's my fault for coming here. It's my
fault for wanting to save you. Hell,

my fault for thinking that you were
worth saving.

Then even if we stand down, you're ready
to leave us behind.

It's absurd. Why would I want to leave
you behind?

I need you.

I want to keep you out of enemy hands.

Harters is in the shipyard. This place
is a POW camp.

You are high guard. You're hurting.

And I have to bring you home because
that is my duty.

The decision is yours.

Hunt out.

The fleet is holding its position and
powering down.

Excellent work, Captain.

Let's see.

Rami, it's here. Make sure the Mars
navigation systems are in order.

And get that fleet back in position.

Ryan, stay here.

Achilles, without you, I don't know if I
can keep the fleet together.

I'm not an AI and I haven't endured what
you have. They'll do the right thing,

but you have to let them choose it.

Let them know that your new commonwealth
will be a place where they'll have

choices and you will see their faith.

Achilles.

Time to depart the field.

Hold the line, Captain Hunt.

the fleet is ready the achilles however
is not i'm sure you

know without its ai the flagship is
useless to us there is an alternative i

not going to let you go inside the
achilles ai the eraser may still be at

and it could kill another risk dylan the
achilles is more important than my

avatar what does ryan say ai stands for
artificial insanity

Okay. Do it.

You're a good soldier, Rami.

I take after my captain.

Well, I'm in.

However, this is odd.

There should be a void, but the VR
matrix is functional.

That's because the VR matrix belongs to
me.

Ryan?

What are you doing here?

I'm protecting you.

The only way I can.

The way I couldn't protect my crew or
Achilles himself.

I've taken over this vessel, Andromeda.

And I intend to stay.

Brian!

Brian!

What the hell have you done?

What you ask?

I'm being the soldier you and Achilles
expected me to be. You're not ready for

this. Why?

Because you thought I hesitated during
the fight and cost you the Achilles. I

didn't say that.

But taking control of one of the most
powerful starships, it's too much. It's

too soon.

You don't have anything to prove, Ryan.
The AI eraser may still be lurking in

the Achilles systems.

And if you take over, it could kill you.

I can't have any more death on my
conscience.

This is my choice.

I can't take the risk that you fall
apart under pressure. That would be a

mistake.

This fellow has already taken it upon
himself to perform a dangerous task.

Not because he was commanded, but
because it needed to be done.

And in the end, that's the only test
that matters.

It's the test of will.

You're a machine.

I can't believe I just said that.

Sir, I'm asking you.

Let me try.

Tear's right. You've already passed the
first test. Thank you, sir. Don't thank

me yet.

You just painted a target on your chest.
Understood that when I volunteered,

sir. Yes, well, Mila and the others may
not be so understanding.

Moon Tear, prep tomorrow for departure.

Ryan and I will have a little chat with
Mila.

You know, any one of us would have
gladly taken Achilles' place.

Ryan volunteered, and he's ready to
serve the new Commonwealth.

I would prefer it if you weren't alone.

If you want our help, you know our
terms.

Once we're clear, you're free to go
wherever you please.

But I'm asking you to stay with me.

Not as captain to AI, but as one soldier
to another. You have the AI eraser, you

know.

You might just use it on us, then
install more compliant AIs. Yes, I

But if I had planned on using it, it
would already be done.

Think about that while you make up your
mind.

Captain hunt I will consider it

There's

a lot of comm traffic between the ships
they're talking about what happens after

they escape They're talking about
joining you How many?

All of them sir

Suppose I have my answer.

Captain, I'm reading major slipstream
events, multiple locations.

We've got an entire Nietzschean task
force heading straight at us. Can we

it to slipstream before they reach us?
No, sir.

They're under one light minute away. I'm
closing.

We're not going to make 10 PSL.

We can double our speed if we leave some
of the fleet behind.

Go together or we don't go at all. Use
your point defense lasers. Keep us

covered until we make slipstream.

Weapons target locked.

Lovely shot.

Captain, the Maru's point defense laser
is on and off. The task force is

advancing.

The fleet is taking heavy fire. Need
skins who rather break their toys than

share them. Ships are making their
attack run.

Steady as she goes, Ryan. I'm absorbing
as much as I can, sir, but with no

defense. Can we make flip screen? No,
sir.

Captain, you have to get to an escape
pod before my hull collapses. I'm not

going anywhere. If you leave now,
there's a chance you'll survive.

There's always a chance, Ryan. I prefer
to take mine here. Don't make me knock

you out and drag you to safety, sir,
because I will. I have no doubt that you

would.

Dylan, some of the fleet is breaking
off.

Brian, what are they doing? They're
protecting us, sir.

They're throwing themselves deliberately
into harm's way.

Bela, you don't have to do this.

No, I don't.

But I choose to.

All I ever wanted was that right.

Sir?

Understood.

You'll have the time you need to get the
fleet out of Tartarus.

Mila. She's charging directly at the
Nietzschean capital ships, drawing them

off.

I know, Ryan.

I know.

He's heading straight for them.

Broken through. Open the portal. Take us
to Swiftstream now.

We've just got word from the Casimir
Politburo.

They're ready to sign.

Transled. Tell her what she's won. 50
worlds, a new commonwealth, and a year's

supply of Sparky Cola.

We, uh, couldn't find the champagne.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Okay? Just okay?

Come on, this is it.

The biggest of the big scores, and it's
all because of you. I thought you'd be

turning cartwheel. Is everything all
right? I just don't think we should be

doing this without Dylan.

Well, we don't have to.

In fact, he's here right now.

Show off.

You asked to see me, sir?

Yes, I did.

How's the upload been treating you? Any
negative effects?

No, none at all, sir. Good.

And your man, Hopper, has been doing
wonders with my refit.

But I am missing one thing.

And what's that?

A captain, sir.

Well, actually, I've got an ideal
candidate in mind.

I'm looking at him.

Sir, I don't think I can... Of course
you can.

You're a trained officer with more than
300 years of experience.

Find me someone more qualified. Sir, I'm
an AI.

We were built to obey orders, not to
give them. Yes, yes, yes. And humans

built to spear antelope and live in
caves. But sooner or later, we all

what we were built to do.

Congratulations, Captain.

Sir.

Yes, and one more thing.

I intend to change the wrath of
Achilles' name to reflect its new AI and

commanding officer, the Clarion's Call.

Sir, with all due respect, I don't think
so.

The Clarion's Call is just a beat -up
old casino drift run by the Nightsiders.

And the wrath of Achilles?

He's what he's always been.

What I was meant to be, sir.

An officer of the high guard.

A soldier.