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Two years.

Two years since we started, and this is
only the beginning.

But today we establish a new systems
commonwealth.

This day marks the next days of a dream.

A dream of hope.

A dream of freedom.

A dream that will rekindle the light of
civilization.

Because you, the delegates from the 50
-member world, will ratify our

Commonwealth Charter, unifying us all,
and elect our first triumvirate.

It will

not be

me.

You are among the best and the brightest
the universe has to offer. The

Commonwealth will be well served by any
one of you.

Now, please, mingle and enjoy my ship's
hospitality. Thank you very much.

Thank you. Thank you.

We've waited for two years for this day.
I can't believe Harper's missing.

Oh, well, Dylan thought it would be best
for everyone concerned if Harper was

far, far away from the delegates.

Oh, Louisiana, don't you cry for me.

Welcome from Louisiana with a bad girl
on my knee.

That's right, baby.

Why am I not even slightly surprised you
would turn down the opportunity to lead

an empire?

Commonwealth.

Semantics.

I just hope all this peace, unity, and
fat of the land doesn't render us

complacent.

Critical system failure in machine shop
17.

Code orange. In machine shop 17.
Complacent. Right.

Critical system failure in machine shop
17. I'm aware of that.

How about critical systems repaired in
machine shop 17, huh?

Power to machine shop 17.

Acknowledged.

Captain Hunt, you're still my choice for
first triumvirate. Well, thank you,

Madam Prevore, but I will best serve the
Commonwealth. At the helm of my ship,

I'm more of a soldier than I am a
politician.

Then, um, what... What sort of person
would you endorse, Captain?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe someone who
single -handedly, as Prime Minister,

New Holland a bill of civil rights?

That sort of person?

Rosie. It's not her fault. It's
definitely something else.

I've located two more ruptures in the
power transfer line.

As your friend, I give you fair warning.

Without you as first triumvir, many
member worlds are scared to commit their

fleet and planet to commonwealth
control.

Some delegates are even looking for an
excuse not to ratify the charter. An

excuse to get out.

Then it will be my job not to give them
that excuse.

Excuse me, Madam Cravemore. Captain
Hunt, may I have a word?

Why, yes.

I'll just be moving.

Mommy?

What's up?

Smile. Excuse me? Smile.

Okay, okay. I am smiling.

We have a problem.

What could Harper do?

Well, congratulations, Captain.

Hi.

Although it did originate in Harper's
Machine Shop, I traced it to the AI

and now it's spreading to my mainframe
functions.

How are you, Ram? You picked a bad day
to break down. It's not me.

It's sabotage.

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.

How bad is it? Harper and Rami are
running a diagnostic and repair on the

Corps, but anyone's guess when they'll
strike again. I intentionally took us

into an uninhabited system to safeguard
against external threats. At least that

narrows your suspect.

It's either your trusty crew or... 50
politicians.

Imagine. Time to learn even more about
our guests. We could search their

quarters. Do it.

And if they object, do it anyway.

Nietzschean delegate number four,
senator from the Mandat system.

What kind of a life does a Nietzschean
mother expect for her son when she names

him Genghis Dolan? He's said to be a
delightful conversationalist.

Stop.

Zhukov Pashtun, senator from the Sabra
homeworld. Military intelligence, former

secretary of the Sabra Politburo. Family
ties and financial support?

Processing deep intelligence.

No wives or children?

Estranged from parents, finances
unknown.

Keep going.

He matches the profile, are you sure?

No, I'm not sure.

Next.

I'm sure you'll agree a mutual defense
pact would be greatly beneficial to both

parties. Then I followed your exploits
as you spirited refugees across the

quarantine zone after the fall of
Brandenburg Tor.

Thank you very much for your interest in
my career.

Oh, your story career.

I teach a class called Operational
History of the High Guard at the City

Strategic Studies Institute.

You are the most greatest asset.

Stop.

His name is... His name is James
Severin, but he's not Nietzschean, he's

Deeper background.

Credit reports and medical records.

What about that hospital today?

Renewal of Mercy Hospital? Repair to
shattered ulna.

Accessing previous x -ray.

He's had his bone blades removed, so he
could pass as a human.

Hey, shall I shoot you while you're
squatting there, or would you like to

up first?

My internal defense is just activated.

That blows out the admiral.

Get Harper.

Glad you made it.

Thank you.

Damn it, boss. I'm an engineer, not a
babysitter.

Why do I have to babysit the peanut
gallery?

Come on. You know I'm diplomacy
challenged.

I make fish angry. Do whatever you have
to do, but nobody leaves that room.

What the hell am I supposed to do with a
bunch of four -eyed freaks?

Sorry,

sir.

Three -eyed freaks.

What are you doing?

Reviewing all the jobs I could be doing
other than putting my ass on the line

every day.

Yet here you are.

No peeking.

Ooh.

Okay.

All right, men.

Is your card... Omega of Stars?

No.

How about you, Ambassador Orgo? Now take
a close look with your keen vision.

Do you have it? Do you have it? Anybody.

Anybody pick the Omega of Stars?

Anybody? Anybody?

Come on, one of you politicos must have
the Omega of Stars.

Who has the Omega of Stars? Huh, liars.

Well, uh, for my next trick, Ambassador
Orgo.

I'll need your assistance.

Bravo! Bravo!

Whoa, watch your step.

Hey!

Let's hear it for Ambassador Orgo.

Internal defense is deactivated.

Here.

Don't shoot.

Drago Katzoff sent you to sabotage my
ship.

I want to know their plans.

Look,

you can talk to me or talk to him.

The choice is yours.

What the hell was that?

It wasn't the Drago Ketsov.

Whatever it was.

I don't think we're gonna like it.

Walking through walls, we've seen this
trick before.

Or not seen it.

Sorry.

This is different.

This time I can't even pick up zero
point emissions.

Well, the arm that pulled Severin
through the wall seemed pretty visible.

the problem.

I couldn't detect it until I saw it. And
I still can't tell you if the intruder

is on board or not. Was it protecting
Severin from us or us from Severin?

just assume the worst, okay? It's bad
and we can't see it. Maybe we don't have

to see it.

How much do you weigh? Excuse me? The
ship.

How much does it weigh?

Ah. Because the intruder's mask will
distort my mask. That's how we can

it. Right you are.

I'll monitor any gravitational hiccups
in my AG field.

Activating ship -wide mask sensors.

My power is being diverted and
concentrated onto the OBS deck.

Now, anybody can pull a rabbit out of an
empty hat, huh? But, how about a

rabbit's foot?

Robo! Thank you.

Thank you.

Or even better than a rabbit's butt.

How about a gerbil? Oh, my.

Ta -da.

We may have disappeared.

Bravo. Thank you. Thank you, ladies and
gentlemen.

Take a bow, Ambassador.

All right. Thank you.

All right.

Now let's see what else we can do.

Disappear. What do you think,
Ambassador?

I'm

flooding

the obstacle with sensor energy. I can't
stop it. We'll microwave everyone to

death. Harper, get them out of there.

He can't hear you.

What's wrong with your ship?

We're being irradiated.

No, no, no. Fear not.

It's all part of the magic.

Remember, Admiral.

Right this way, please.

Remember, magic is not logical.

Magic is magical.

It's all part of the illusion. Then why
are your doors sealed?

They're not.

It's the old sticky doors trapped in a
room gang.

It's designed to create the illusion of
mass hysteria.

Good job, people.

Now, give me a moment and watch as I try
to get them open.

Ta -da!

Follow what?

All right, let's go.

Glad that's over.

Just the cat's out of the bag, huh?

You think?

Dylan wants them in the slipstream
control center.

The slipstream control center?

For their protection.

You put us in your slipstream core to
protect us.

So what's next? The nuclear reactor to
save our lives?

It contains three layers of bulkheads.

And truly, sir, it is safer than where
you are standing right now.

Friends, friends, let's not panic or
bicker with each other. Surely we can

together and follow instructions, hmm?

Let's all act like adults here.

Yeah, yeah, come on, let's go, people.
Hold hands with your buddy. Come on,

hands with your buddy. Move it along.

Move it along.

Come along.

Right there. No need to hurt.

Move along. Please.

The captain's got everything under
control. He's got everything under

right? That's right.

Keep up. No lagging behind.

Hey, you in the back. Come on.

I'm guessing he'll choose a high
-visibility target.

Probably Zhukov.

That's one nomination Zhukov doesn't
want.

I don't like the idea of using my bait.
That's the only way.

Dylan, I think it's here.

We're being paraded like cattle to a
sausage shop. I won't go further.

Stay here.

We'll be in slipstream control.

You're a little one. Absolutely.

Or doesn't that make sense?

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Madam Prevor.

Madam Prevor.

You all right?

Yes. Yes.

What is that thing?

We don't know.

You don't know?

Then I say we get to our transport, cool
our ships, and go home. No, that's

exactly what they want, to break us
apart. Captain Hunter's right. There's

strength in the Commonwealth, and no
place safer than on the Andromeda.

So, where's your protection now,
Captain?

She was standing right next to me and I
couldn't do anything to protect her.

Don't reproach yourself.

There's still 47 politicians left.

So, it's only subtraction to you, is it?

Those dead delegates.

Tell that to their families.

Who'll write that letter?

You, Captain Hunt?

Call your fleet.

We'll ratify the charter another day.

Here.

We catch Severus. It kills him so he
won't talk, but since it's obviously not

Drago Katsop, what does it want?

The Commonwealth has more than one
enemy.

Then why doesn't it just destroy me? It
would seem to have the ability.

Then there's no one left to tell the
tale.

The best way to kill a dream is to
discredit the dream.

And me.

If the Commonwealth's most powerful
asset can't protect a few delegates,

what good is the Commonwealth?

We'll just have to show them how good it
is.

You cannot let the delegates leave this
ship. Why not?

Remember how I told you I came back from
a bad future? Yeah, you said you had

mistakes to fix. This is the mistake I
came back to fix.

Explain. In that future, we also held a
charter convention on the Andromeda.

Only somebody sabotaged it, and we never
figured out who. We still don't know

who. True.

But the delegates left for their
respective homeworlds, and that was

a huge alien attack. And keeping them on
board this ship is going to stop that

attack? I don't know about that, but I
do know that this is the moment when

things could go terribly wrong. Trance,
right now I have about a million

questions. And I will answer what I can.

But first you have to stop those
delegates. If the intruder can bypass my

defenses, it will.

It can do the same to the delegates'
transports.

Andromeda, seal all hangar doors.

Don't let one delegate off this ship.

Order acknowledged.

Tommy, you're with me.

Captain, I appreciate your escort, but
it's quite unnecessary.

I'm afraid it isn't. Clearly your name's
number one on the list.

Perhaps it might be better for all of us
if I walked alone.

Not on my ship. Here, we walk together.

That is what they looked like right
before they attacked us. I've never seen

ships like that. I saw them.

Millions of them, popping up from
everywhere, right in front of us, and

just disappearing.

The amount of energy required for
dimension -shifting ships of that number

doesn't exist in a galaxy.

It's a scientific impossibility.

That is also what we thought.

things.

So what the

hell are they and what are they doing
here?

A ship just materialized in front of us.

And it's firing.

That's it. That's the ship.

Bouncing. Tear. Fire.

disappeared.

My sensors can't find it anywhere.

That's impossible.

Chips reappeared. Starboard 3 -0.

Return fire.

Tell me how we fought these guys. I
don't know everything, but I do know

couldn't fight them. They won.

Then tell me how they won. Maybe that
will make the difference.

Dylan, nothing is going to make a
difference now.

We've come too far into that bad future.

The Andromeda will be incinerated, and
we will all die.

We head back to Cynthia and regroup, so
we figure out what they want.

The enemy ship has reappeared, starboard
82 degrees.

Switching fire control to target two.

You're wasting our fire. Let's make them
wait there. Defense the missile.

Now we got your number.

I'm detecting a second ship.

Two ships above and below. One sensor
drone. Track the visible movement.

Zigzag. Gotta love the graveyard.

Captain, I'm detecting multiple
slipstream events. More ships.

Four light minutes out. Looks like
they're from the member walls.

Does that work? Like I said, people,
unity is a great thing.

Tell them to join the fight.

Dylan, they're not responding.

And they're not attacking.

Excellent, Captain. I'll be right back.

Acknowledged, Captain.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a
minute. No one's going anywhere.

go ahead.

Get out of my way, little man. My fleet
is here to take me home.

Go ahead.

Don't mind if we just stand here and
listen to your ship go boom in the

firefight.

Let me introduce myself.

I'm not only the senator from Sabra, I'm
also an admiral and a pretty good

pilot.

So, who's coming with me?

All right, all right, wait a minute. Let
me reintroduce myself.

I'm Seamus Harper, and this is my line
in the fan. If you're not with me,

you're against me.

All right, all right, all right. You
know what? Go ahead, get the hell out of

here, because if you don't, I'll put a
bullet in your head. Either way, you die

at me.

You talk right.

I believe this crew will fight for
survival.

Now.

Prove to me you can defeat these ships.

That's it, General. Prove it, and you've
got a fighting fleet.

Terrific. Now it's an audition.

We're getting a data dump on the alien
ship movements.

Good. I want to know where to lay down
the fire.

Aim conclusive. Their movements are too
random for me to reasonably predict

their positions for targeting.

Oh, it's still a crapshoot.

Maybe I can improve those odds.

Trance.

Replace fear on fire control. I don't
want to make any more mistakes. You have

already faced them.

That's an advantage. Dylan, I told you,
I know enough to know that we are in

trouble, but I don't know enough to know
how to get about it.

You told me once that we shape our
future with our intentions. Well, I

survive no matter what.

I know you can do this.

Do it.

Missiles out. 30 degrees.

Fire.

Starboard. 22 degrees.

Fire.

Yeah!

That's it, baby!

Cured money walk. We triggered action
talks.

I heard that one in a casino once.

Mr. Harper, we just passed the audition.

Aye.

The Commonwealth Charter for your
ratification, sir.

Tell your captain I'm on my way.

Ow. You cheat.

Call me?

All right, Trance, give me some more of
that sweet trigger action thing.

Aye.

Enemy ship, multiple vectors heading
toward us and disappearing.

What should I do?

What you've been doing only times 30.
Becca, get us out of here.

The Commonwealth fleet is engaging the
enemy ship.

What do you know? It's the cavalry.

We're being hailed. Fleet Admiral
Zhukov. Put him through.

Admiral?

Sir, how do we whip these bogeys, huh?

One way to fight a superior opponent.
Well, that I wouldn't know. I've never

fought a superior opponent.

Asymmetric warfare.

It's an area denial strategy. You're
going to carpet bomb space?

I like it. They can only pop up in the
areas we choose.

Like that old Earth game of whack -a
-mole.

Right. Let the games begin.

Fire.

A lot.

We just created a new future.

Twelve more alien ships just appeared.

Now another six. They're firing.

Where are they coming from? Rami, we
need answers. Another ten checks. Not

numbers, answers.

They're firing.

This is just what happened before.

They just appeared and they overwhelmed
us.

Come on, people. A hundred ships don't
just appear out of thin air. It's not

possible.

Unless... Maybe we can find them the way
we found our intruders. Rami.

I'm detecting a massive gravity well,
ten light minutes out. Mapping it.

Looks like we're on the wrong side of a
grave. Based on math, it appears to be a

dimensional tunnel from another
universe.

That's it.

That's how they overran us. We never saw
it.

But we see it now.

Another universe.

It's unbelievable.

Sort of pocket universe, perhaps?

Cut off from our own? I'm eager to wreak
havoc. Rami, how is this possible?

Best guess?

Maybe there's a massive generator in
that universe that can power their ships

and allow them to dimension shift.

The only way they can keep that baby
open for business is if they harness the

energy from all the suns in the galaxy.

And speaking as an experienced genius,
people, that is some pretty advanced...

I think it would take them more than 10
,000 years to accumulate that kind of

power. Well, that's interesting, because
it's going to take us less than one day

to destroy it. How?

Mr. Harper, how's Roseanne feeling?

Well, boss, I know about it. Although
Rosie's been saving herself for a nice,

big, macabre world -chip lunch, I'd say
a universe -crunching dimensional time

tunnel pretty much qualifies as a great
classic case of emergency kind of

emergency. So, in short, Rosie's ready
to romp us. Right, I'm on my way.

Andromeda, disengage.

I bet Roseanne needs a Maru -sized limo
to take her to the dance.

Becca, no.

Dylan is going to pilot.

Why shouldn't I pilot my own ship?

Why shouldn't you pilot your own ship?
Because you did last time and it didn't

work out. When the new you showed up, a
future me tesseracted back in time with

you.

Don't pretend like you don't know what
I'm talking about.

Fibronetic eye patch, facial scars,
robotic hand. That's right.

You and I survived because of a mistake.
A mistake that we made. We survived.

Where's the mistake? That is the
mistake.

Only we survived.

Dylan, meet Roseanne. Roseanne?

Dylan, let's just say you don't want her
to fall on you, because, man, she is

heavy. Maybe that's not so polite.
Sorry, Rosie.

Let's just call her Pretty Ply. Can she
blow up that tunnel? Are you kidding?

Rosie may look sweet, but she's got a
temper mere than three Nova bombs cubed

and an angry bedroom after he gets to me
with his daughter. I never authorized

you to build anything that powerful. Oh,
I added a daughter.

Tell me how the thing works. All right.

Timing is everything.

Fly low and slow, drop it down the
center, and then get as far away as you

fast, because when Rosie blows...

The universe knows. I understand the
rest.

I don't think you do.

In Trance's future, you didn't know
about the dimensional tunnel, but you

get the idea to use Harper's Roseanne to
blow up a star.

Well, sure. I mean, that way we would
incinerate all the ships in the system.

After we flip stream off first, of
course.

Huh. That's a pretty smart guy in
Trance's future. Yeah.

Will I volunteer to take the bomb in the
Maru? And I send Trance with you?

Dylan, they ambushed the Maru.

I dropped the bomb too soon before you
could slip out of the system.

I killed her.

And the Commonwealth.

Then I should go.

Put us in a different future, maybe a
better one. It already is a better one.

Because now I know what I can do to make
it better.

For you, for the rest of the crew, for
the universe.

How many people can say that?

I can.

You won't be disappointed.

I know.

You know?

That's good.

Tyr, what are you doing here? I need you
on fire control. Trance has been

acquitting herself quite nicely.

I believe I'm going to be of better
service protecting Becca from any

-shifting intruders.

Dylan, enemy ships incoming. Report to
command.

On my way.

They're engaging Zhukov's fleet at three
light minutes out.

Let's join the battle.

Hurry, Becca.

Tyr, why'd you really come with me? Fly
the ship, Becca.

You and I have overcome greater odds and
emerged stronger.

We will again.

The aliens outnumber Zhukov's fleet 10
to 1, but he's holding his own. Way to

go, Admiral.

Andromeda, let's reinforce their flank.

I'm detecting ten thousand enemy ships
emerging from the tunnel.

Remember my admonition about becoming
complacent? About forgetting what it

to test our will against the universe.

Well, you have two.

Yeah, but we're going to win this time.

Coming in low and slow.

Preparing to launch Roseanne.

Ready. In.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Get your fleet out of here.

We're clear.

Becca did it.

Rami, find Amaro.

Scanning.

Guys, when Becca and Tyr destroyed the
tunnel, they also took out the alien's

generator. Every alien ship in the
freaking system just dimension -shifted

Sayonara. Senior Eater. Mommy, tomorrow.

I found it.

It's on its way back to the ship.

On autopilot.