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And you explained it to them, politely?

I even used one-syllable words.

Ah, condescension. That's four syllables.

A mutual defense pact among the charter signatories does make sense,

but you'll have to be a little patient with the Castalians,

they have the right to a little paranoia.

Yeah, yeah.

Let one little president get assassinated and you never hear the end of it.

Is that a data port in your neck, or are you happy to see me?

Data ports, acoustic enhancer,

self contained memory.

And that's just for starters.

Satrina Leander.

Archivist for the FTA Information Directory.

Enchante. Harper.

Seamus Harper.

Super-genius.

So modest. Yeah, well. Nobody's perfect,

but I see you've been working on it.

What I've been working on is getting an interview

with one of Captain Hunt's crew.

Do you have time for a few questions?

I have a question. Who are you and what are you doing here?

I told your friend. I'm an archivist,

and the Commonwealth Public Information Act

guarantees me full access

to all diplomatic events.

Well, there are many things I miss about the Commonwealth,

the Public Information Act isn't one of them.

Ladies, ladies, please don't fight.

There's more than enough Harper for everyone.

I think we can work something out between the three of us.

Sometimes there's too much Harper for his own good.

Rommie, Rommie, wait...

Suit yourself. My sister, she's a little, uh...

God hates me.

Don't take it personally.

Yeah, yeah.

Whoa, easy on that stuff, Trance, it is for the guests.

I was just... Oh, I was just kidding, enjoy yourself.

Dylan, we're being hailed

by a Nietzchean transport Sabra-Jaguar Pride.

It's requesting permission to dock.

Great.

Party crashers.

May I present Field Marshal Bolivar. Archduke...

Archduke of the Unified Sabra-Jaguar Pride

Regent of the twin moons of Avox and Ivox, Chancellor of Kingu

I have a few others but we are among friends.

Call me Charlemagne. And you would be Dylan, yes?

Captain Hunt.

You'll have to forgive Andromeda,

she's a stickler for protocol.

You see weren't on our guest list.

Mm. My aide-de-camp's fault, no doubt.

I'll make sure he's properly shot.

Still, I would hate to let a minor diplomatic faux pas

ruin this once in a lifetime opportunity.

Which is?

This commonwealth of yours.

Sign me up.

Hm.

Hello, family.

Little Magog eggs.

Just the fourteen of us, nice and cozy there.

Go away!

All right, pants, pants, pants.

Okay, okay.

Coming.

Uh, Satrina!

I was hoping we could start our interview.

Uh... N-now?

O-okay.

W-what would you like to know?

Question one.

Um, I can't believe I'm doing this, but, uh,

there's something I gotta tell you.

I'm infested with Magog larvae.

Yeah, I'm taking medication to keep them dormant,

but who knows how long that'll last, for all I know...

That's horrible.

I bet you'd do anything to get rid of them.

Anything.

I'm so glad you said that.

That's...

one.

Huh.

He is the last guardian

of a fallen civilization,

a hero from another time.

Faced with a universe in chaos,

Dylan Hunt recruits an unlikely crew

and sets out to re-unite the galaxies.

On the starship Andromeda,

hope lives again.

Let's keep this simple. How did you do that?

You once had possession

of a special library collection

from the All Systems University.

Give it to me,

and I'll take all the eggs out of you.

You wouldn't happen to know a big bounty hunter guy named Jeger?

Works for this red, glowing-eyed, shadowy dude,

you know, enemy of life as we know it. Shh.

My interview. Remember?

I ask the questions.

Now, do you want the eggs out, or not?

You'd better go.

Just like that you're telling me to leave

and let those Magog babies claw out of your belly?

Cutting you...

eating their way free... Okay, okay, okay.

Spare me the visuals.

Let me guess, if I don't do, uh, an errand for old red eyes,

it's die a slow agonizing death for me, right?

You know for someone so hot,

you're a real charmer.

I'm offering you a happy ending, Seamus.

I'd take it if I were you.

You want to access the All Systems University database?

Don't you remember what happened the last time you had that thing?

Trance, give me some credit, I'm not gonna stick it in my brain again.

I just wanna take a little peek at it.

So why do you need my help?

Because I can't remember where I put it.

I must have made myself forget somehow,

or maybe I hit my head.

And you can find anything when you put your mind to it.

I'm sorry, Harper, I can't.

Can't? Or won't?

Why don't we review the facts here.

A Perseid comes to Andromeda, downloads a library

including information about the evil mastermind behind the Magog into Harper's brain.

Scary bounty hunter Jeger phases through walls,

fires point singularity bombs and injects a laser probe into Harper's skull.

Harper narrowly escapes with his life. The end

Not a very nice story.

I'm still a little murky with the whole "can't versus won't" dichotomy.

Well, take your pick, whichever one you like.

it still doesn't explain why you want to take a peek at this library?

It's a, uh, going away present.

For someone I'd really like to go away.

Harper, I really don't know what you're up to,

but someone has tried to kill you for this once before,

what makes you think they won't try it again?

Don't worry your pretty purple head,

I've got everything under control.

Thanks for your help.

All right, think.

Think.

All right, where would you have put it?

Well, someplace secure,

where no one else would find it.

especially not glowing-eyes Magog god

and his incredible wall-walking henchmen.

Wait a minute.

That's it!

I must admit, Captain,

this latest maneuver of yours is quite clever.

An interim mutual defense pact,

in lieu of an actual commonwealth.

My wife told me...

you think like a Nietzchean.

Well, Elssbett flatters me.

And so do you.

In that case I'll skip the usual diplomatic niceties and get to the point.

There are at least three good reasons

why you shouldn't let the Sabra-Jaguar pride join your new Commonwealth.

We are renowned for our treachery,

We are at war with the Drago-Kazov pride,

and we will constantly remind you of your genetic inferiority.

Now, here's the up side.

We are renowned for our treachery,

we are at war with the Drago-Kazov pride,

and did I mention

we command the third-largest fleet in the known worlds?

That is a very persuasive offer.

I'm surprised Elssbett didn't make it herself.

She's pregnant with our first child.

And before you start feeling paternal, I checked.

It's mine.

Well, I'm off to take a massage.

Let me know what you think. I'm in no hurry.

"I checked, it's mine?"

Man, how hard can it be to find one little...

In case of emergency, the ship can be piloted from the gunnery nodes.

Emergency?

You mean in the event that the command deck crew

is reduced to a fine red mist

and splattered across the walls in a bloody mural?

That would qualify, yes.

Fascinating.

And do such emergencies happen with a degree of frequency,

or are they a rare occurrence?

Not as rare as I would like.

Hello, Mr. Harper.

Anything I need to know?

Not a thing.

You're the captain. All-seeing,

all-knowing. Goodbye.

Excitable little fellow, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

And we are walking.

We will be touring the slip-stream cores next.

Any of you whose physiologies might have problems

anti-proton production might want to drop out now.

Mr. Harper?

It's frickin' Grand Central Space Station around here.

Chief Technical Advisor Hohne, fancy meeting you here.

I'm so happy to catch you alone.

I just wanted to convey the Sinti government's gratitude

for your help with the singularity experiments last year.

Yeah, yeah, uh, thanks for the thumbs-up, but if you don't mind...

I'm kind of in a hurry. Of course.

Now I've been led to understand you've engaged

in many other fascinating scientific endeavors.

Perhaps if you could provide us with records of your activities?

Records!

Records!

Of course!

Hohne, from one genius to another...

you're frickin' brilliant!

Well, yes. But I still wanted to, uh...

Perhaps later.

All right.

And away we go.

All right. Let's take a look at

any records made by Seamus Zelazny Harper,

recorded between 9/13 and 9/15 CY10, 087.

Hey, Harper, how ya doin'?

If you're watching this prerecorded-prerecorded- prerecorded... Just kidding.

...devastatingly handsome holographic message,

it' a good bet that you're looking for the All Systems University Library.

Now, if I know me, and I know me pretty well, not a bad guy actually,

it probably involves some quest for wealth, power and babes.

Try curing a Magog infestation.

And only one babe.

But, while I salute my ingenuity and admire my determination,

the bottom line is, I don't trust me any farther than I can throw me.

So, adios a monos.

Oh, that hurt.

I gotta get this thing spark proof.

And stay out.

Now I know why people hate me.

I can't thank you enough for your tour.

I tried to get your AI to give me one but she was...

uncooperative.

It's part of her job to be suspicious of people

that ask questions about our business.

Particularly women?

Really? You know I hadn't noticed.

Hm.

Can I offer you something to drink?

Uh, I thought I was the one playing host, here.

Nothing like turning the tables on a handsome man,

I always say. Huh.

Who are you?

And what are you doing on my ship?

Your AI asked me the same thing.

Well, we think alike.

I suppose I'd better tell you the truth.

Truth is good.

The truth is, I've really just been looking for an excuse.

To get the Andromeda's captain in a compromising position.

How's this one?

It's, uh...

It's one of my top five compromising positions.

You know, unfortunately, I think it's time

that we conclude our little tour.

Now I, I probably should have my head examined for leaving, but...

I am gonna go, and you can just enjoy the rest of your stay.

It's nearly time.

Our ships generators are operating at full capacity.

They can feed you all the power you'll need.

More than enough, actually.

These are your targets.

Watch them.

Study them.

And when the time comes...

kill them.

That looks exhausting.

I need to rest, just from watching you.

Charlemagne Bolivar, I presume.

Kodiak Pride.

Did it ever occur to your people that you may have been taking this

whole physical perfection thing a bit too seriously?

Granted, the Kodiaks were strong, healthy, attractive...

and such imaginative hairstyles,

but in the end, what good did it do you?

Well, since pride Jaguar refused to stand with us against the Drago-Kazov...

none. Exactly.

Instead of breeding for such obvious attributes,

your people should have

concentrated on more important things,

treachery, cunning, proper table manners.

What would you like, Jaguar?

The usual. Hundreds of grandchildren,

utter domination of known space,

and the pleasure of hearing that all my enemies have died

in terrible, highly improbable accidents

that cannot be connected to me.

And you?

The usual.

I have several sisters, you know.

I'm sure at least one of them might measure up to Kodiak standards.

And in exchange for your generous invitation into your family?

Love, gratitude, and the warm feeling that comes with making a new friend.

I will bear your offer in mind.

Good day.

You know I recently heard the most interesting rumor.

The body...

of Drago-Museveni had disappeared from Enga's Redoubt,

and the Drago-Kazov have replaced it with a fake.

Had you heard anything about that?

I don't follow gossip. Probably disinformation.

Still, it was so unfair how they stole those bones

from the Kodiak in the first place.

I'm sure they'll get their just rewards in the end.

We all do.

Harper, what are you doing?

Uh, nothing. Just working.

It looks like you're trying to find the Library.

And what if I am, Trance?

I told you, it's not a good idea.

Trance, do me a favor, will ya?

Either tell me why it's such a bad idea,

help me in such a way that will satisfy

your mysterious heebie-jeebie agenda or butt out!

Take your pick.

Anything?

That's what I thought.

Harper! Back so soon.

All right, I know you're an interactive program,

so why don't you give me a little hint.

Ah, you're probably trying to get me to give you a hint.

Sorry, no can do.

To quote someone we both know and love so much,

"the library is closed."

It's too dangerous. Uh, muy peligroso.

That's why I erased all records of it

and substituted this handy dandy VR simulacrum of moi.

The thing is,

if I really, really, really need that information,

I have the utmost confidence in my ability to find it anyway.

I work well under pressure.

Bite me, me.

One more thing, do not, under any circumstances,

tell Trance what you are planning.

Ah, she's probably not too interested in, uh,

anyone seeing that data again.

Now I tell me.

Oh, dear. Please don't shoot me.

I see that you've reverse-rifled your weapon.

Does it give you better muzzle velocity?

Tell you what, I'll give you a demonstration,

if you don't tell me what you're doing on this ship.

Ah, right. Imagine party A once misplaced item B in location C.

Now strictly speaking location C is in motion,

so we should grab it as a line in a three dimensional array.

Imagine bullet D

leaving weapon E,

and entering the brain through the chin of Perseid F.

O-oh. U-uh, G,

for goodbye.

Let me be direct.

Do you recognize this symbol?

You're a librarian?

Please, not so loud. For three centuries,

the All Systems University Special Collections Division has existed in secret,

working throughout the known worlds to preserve knowledge.

All in preparation for the commonwealth's restoration.

A secret librarian?

Several months ago, one of our agents discovered

a quite exciting, or some would say incendiary, data archive

during an archaeological dig.

As soon as he contacted me

I instructed him to bring it to the nearest safe place.

Which just happened to be your ship.

He gave you the archive, yes?

What if he did? It would be quite dangerous to whomever possessed it.

I on the other hand, would gladly take it back to Sinti for safe-keeping.

Oh, you would, would ya?

I don't need the answer now, I'll check with you later.

Right.

So you're saying the Castalians won't budge at all on this?

I could say that talks with the fish people are floundering ...

but that would be wrong.

On the other hand, Scheherezade and Winnipeg Drifts are salivating

over the new markets an alliance with Sabra-Jaguar would open up.

So what do we do?

Well, if I knew that I wouldn't be pacing through the corridors.

You know, I'm beginning to think your heart isn't in this.

Technically, my heart is in my chest,

and I'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much.

You decided to take me up on my offer.

My employer will be thrilled.

I told him he should have sent me the first time.

So, you and Jeger do work for the same team.

There are several teams.

You could say Jeger's group is the stick.

Uh, which makes you the...

The carrot.

Trot faster, little horsey.

Phew, okay.

Back to work, Harper.

All right, Satrina.

What is your little secret?

Transmitter.

Power receiver.

Uh, field generator.

Man, she's got nice toys.

But how do they work?

Phase density shifting? Why do you want to know about that?

Oh, it's just for a, uh...

project I'm working on with Hohne

and the other chin-head Perseids.

You remember that bounty hunter Jeger guy?

We're trying to figure out how he walked through walls.

Well, I suppose he could have altered his density...

No, his molecules would have lost cohesion.

More likely he employed tesseracts.

Tesseracts? Right. Mm-hm.

Uh, refresh my memory, oh benevolent mistress of knowledge.

Tesseract. An area of space warped across multiple dimensions.

A person who could create and navigate tesseracts

would be like...

a three dimensional being interacting with the second dimension.

They'd still have to worry about gravity,

but they could move through solid matter,

transit vast distances,

even turn space inside out.

The power requirements would be staggering but the possi...

Right, tesseracts.

Thanks for loaning me your quantum gigachips.

Uh, ambassador?

Have fun diplomacizing. Oh, joy.

But how to record a signature is...

Harper, you're still looking for that you-know-what aren't you?

Even after I told you not to?

Trance. You wanna be my friend?

Stay out of my business and I'll stay out of yours.

Fine. But you're making a big mistake.

Ah!

A sun!

I hid it in a sun?

How the hell did I do that?

Anyway, I'll be back before you miss me.

Course, who knows how long that would be?

Besides, uh, I gotta rustle up a load of parts and with me gone,

there's a much lower risk of a major diplomatic incident.

Harper out.

Transmit message.

Harper, what are you doing?

If people don't stop creeping up on me...

I'm turning around and bringing you back to the Andromeda.

Oh, that's a great idea, 'cause then I can talk to Dylan

about all the strange things I've been seeing you do.

I told myself to watch out for you.

I wish I'd listened.

You know, since we've got a little bit of time here

we might as well find a good way to spend it.

I know. I've got this really great game.

It's called "Harper tells Trance everything,

so she can save his miserable life." Would you like to play?

I hate you.

You're just saying that.

I've been having difficulty tracking Satrina's movements.

I can follow her for a little while and then she just

drops off the radar.

Shall I ask her to leave?

Ah no, not yet.

Just keep her under observation as best you can.

What's happening on the Harper-Trance front?

Still not back from their little excursion.

Though they're definitely up to something.

Harper's tinkering is on overtime,

and he asked me some odd questions

about walking through walls.

That can't be coincidence.

And Rev keeps asking me when I'm going to start signing on extra crew,

it's hard enough keeping track of the people we've already got

and they're not nearly as tricky as our potential allies.

Charlemagne Bolivar?

Suddenly I'm reminded of my...

Ancient History classes at the Academy.

The Second World War. Earth.

Churchill's alliance with Stalin?

Even though Stalin had butchered millions of his own people,

the British allied themselves with him to defeat a greater threat.

Yeah.

But the really unfortunate thing is...

it worked.

You gotta admit.

Encoding data in the standing wave of a sun was freaking brilliant of me.

A stroke of genius one might say.

You may not remember, but there was a reason

why you hid it there in the first place,

to keep it from people like this Satrina.

Trance, you don't really think I'm gonna give her what she wants, do you?

C'mon, mama Harper's baby boy does not roll over for anybody.

Well, maybe I would roll over for her, but I'm not gonna give her what she wants.

She is not going to extract those Magog eggs out of the kindness of her own heart.

Please, please.

Magog eggs. Heart. Don't say those two words in the same sentence.

So, anyway, along with the Library,

I'm gonna give Satrina the gift that keeps on giving.

A Trojan Horse.

A computer virus.

It'll record the files that she's accessing and beam that back to me,

so we can find out what she's really looking for.

That is, just before it opens up and unloads little soldier programs

that'll erase all the data and crash her entire system completely.

Won't that make her really angry?

I freakin' hope so.

She is hot when she's mad.

Help yourself to anything you like.

I never thought I'd say this, but I like your style, Charlemagne Bolivar.

Oh, good.

We have that in common.

You know what I like most about you?

How you waltzed into these negotiations knowing that your hand was so strong

you could just play all of your cards face up.

I find it avoids misunderstanding.

I show you mine, you show me yours.

That's a good strategy.

But you're forgetting one thing.

Not everyone on this ship is as good-natured as Dylan.

If you were to double cross us,

Dylan might not take it personally,

but others would,

and that could be very bad for you.

Very bad.

Beka Valentine,

I like your style.

Good.

We have that in common.

They're cute when they're little.

Wait a minute, that's only six of them.

You can count. I like that in a man.

Now. The data.

Aren't you gonna take out the last six?

Data first.

That wasn't our deal.

No. It wasn't.

Now take out the rest of them.

Sorry. I have to go.

Maybe another time.

I knew you would stab me in the back.

No, Harper,

I pretty much stabbed you right in the front.

Come back here!

Or not. Yes!

Seven down, only six more to go.

Hook, line and sinker, baby.

Hook, line and sinker.

Massacre recordings?

Data from the Library, you did it.

You really did it. You gave her the Library!

Relax Trance.

My Trojan Horse, codename Seabiscuit, is on the job.

The data's being sent back to us on a closed loop. Nobody but us can see it.

Meanwhile, the full archive is right here, quantum encrypted.

Nice, huh?

Harper?

How much do you remember from the last time that stuff was in your brain?

This isn't about Satrina, is it?

You wanna know if there are things in that Library

about mysterious purple babes with pointy tails?

I don't have a tail. Not anymore.

Harper, please.

If there is anything in that Library about me,

I have to know it.

I'll tell you what I remember.

I remember this temple

with gold etchings, statues,

silk wall hangings even.

And all of this

on a backwater world that I don't think even exists anymore.

Or, maybe the world does exist,

but I don't think the civilization exists anymore.

Anyway, the point is,

there were all these people

worshiping a naked purple goddess,

and you might say they were a little entranced.

That could mean anything.

Maybe they like purple.

Or, maybe,

your memory is even hazier than you thought.

Yeah, but,

that doesn't explain why you reacted the way you did

when I sang one of their hymns.

Remember this little ditty?

Shh!

Harper. You are my best friend.

And because you are my friend

I really need you to listen to me.

Do not...

look...

at the archive.

You know, Trance, I liked it better when I thought you were harmless.

Yeah. Me too.

Oh, crap.

Seabiscuit has just turned into horse meat. Trance, can you...

Man, that is so irritating.

Three, two, one.

Hello, Satrina, or should I say succubus babe?

Want a beer?

You lied. To me. The archive erased itself.

Well, you know, not only am I the President of the Liars Club for Men,

I'm also a member.

But you would know that,

because you're the chair of the Ladies Auxiliary.

And I use the term "lady" loosely.

Go ahead, joke.

But it's not gonna be fun for very long.

Oh, and a tummy infested with Magog is so much fun.

Now, listen to me.

You're are gonna take out those flesh-eating monsters out of my gut,

and then, I'll give you a clean copy of the archive.

And if you don't like it, you can stick it up your data port.

If it were up to me I would have taken those out of you a long time ago.

The truth is,

this was all a test.

My employer's taken an interest in you.

Your employer? Mr. Tall, Dark and Scary, the living lava-lamp?

He was impressed how you handled the Library the first time.

And he's even more impressed with how you managed to get it back

and protect yourself from me.

He wants you to meet him, personally.

Oh, yeah? Well, do I wanna meet him?

If you do all the larvae will be removed like they were a bad dream.

Take the offer, Harper.

Think about it if you have to, but don't think too long.

What's happening to me?

You know? It is amazing the stuff you find in libraries these days.

Theoretical papers on dimensional rotation,

phase shifting, a truly fantastic beer recipe.

You see, you may think you can just pop in and out of here like the Cheshire Cat,

but I don't think you understand the gravity of my situation.

In fact, you don't understand the gravity of your situation.

You see, I wonder what would happen

if I set up an interference pattern

in the gravity generators, underneath your feet?

Looks painful.

Tell you what. Why don't you let Doctor Harper make it all better.

Portable tesseract generator.

One size fits all.

Okay,

here goes.

Right, so far so good.

Okay, my little Magog buddies,

all good things must come to an end,

and unfortunately for the bad things, it's pretty much the same deal.

Son of a bitch!

All right, don't panic.

The tesseract, it works.

Just need a little practice, that's all.

Idiot, you should have taken the deal.

This is Satrina, it's time.

Knock them off balance.

Then, find your targets.

Intruder alert!

Intruder alert!

Code red!

Intruder alert!

Ambassador Tazik.

Rommie, report.

Dylan, his heart is missing.

As if whoever killed him took it for a trophy.

Or to send us a message. What are we up against?

Four intruders.

I opened fire, but my effectors passed

straight through their bodies, then they disappeared.

It's Jeger all over again.

Rommie, warn the delegates.

Beka, let's locate our uninvited guests.

Make them disappear for good.

I must tell you how impressed I am with the manner

in which you shifted all of the particles of your body

through the fourth dimension and passed through that bulkhead.

A most intriguing application of Alice String rotation.

Though, even I have to admit, my skepticism

that anyone would ever be able to reproduce the effect on such a small scale

with such a fine degree of control .

Uh, uh, ooh, uh...

A sword. A trifle passe, don't you think?

Nice trick. Although I can't imagine you'd keep that up forever.

Of course neither can I.

Sooner or later one of us is going to run out of power,

lets see who's first.

Seamus, back already?

I see you made yourself comfortable.

Hmm, let me guess?

You tried to get the eggs out yourself and couldn't.

It won't work, Harper.

You have to shift your whole body, not just part of it.

Besides, you've got more immediate problems.

Such as?

Such as your friends being under attack

by an army of beings who can phase through solid matter.

Your, uh, four technicolor yahoo's with the bad attitude?

You've seen them. Yeah, I've seen them,

but they haven't seen me. And they're not gonna.

I may not have figured out how to take the eggs out yet,

but I have thought of all kinds of interesting things I can do with this rig.

I'll give you a demonstration.

Uh, I'll take your four pals off the ship

No, no, no, even better. I'll kick them out of the universe.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Knowing you can make a difference,

that you can set things right.

Don't you see Harper? That's what we do.

We set things right.

Come with me.

I'll call off the Four.

And you'll have everything you want.

Health. Power.

Even love.

What is that sound?

You can hear him, can't you?

Whispering in the darkness.

He's speaking to you.

And all you have to do is answer him.

I hear him.

It's like music.

I have to go.

It's so beautiful.

All that power.

The power to change things.

The power to set things right.

The power to kill.

No. No!

No, I won't let you.

I won't let you do this to me!

'Cause I have the power,

the power to kill your power!

I can do that. I can, I can...

I can find their ship. I can get their power.

Your ship, the one beaming power to your toys.

It's attached to the Andromeda, isn't it?

Shifted, so we can't detect it.

You're the one-eyed man in the land of the blind.

You tell me.

All right, come on. I got a feeling your ship's gonna insist I be chaperoned.

What?

You can't take me with you, that's impossible.

Lets see.

Your weapon is empty.

Damn. You win.

Well. Time to collect your prize.

Your timing is improbable.

You're welcome.

You really tricked this baby out, huh?

Well, guess what? I got a few tricks of my own, and you're not gonna like 'em.

Harper, it's not too late.

Give him what he wants, or run.

You can't fight him. Uh-huh.

And I thought we shared this connection, this unspoken thing.

Harper, listen to me. Forget it!

I'm done listening to you.

Did you really think I'd play your stupid little games? Huh?

Tempt me, scare me...

kiss me, snare me?

Give me a few convenient targets

to try a little God-like power on and boom!

All of a sudden I'm Seamus Harper,

foot soldier of the Apocalypse?

Well, not me honey.

I'm nobody's pawn.

I don't even like chess.

That would be Trojan Horse 2.0.

The son of Seabiscuit, setting your power supply to overload.

You'd better hang on, the feedback's gonna be a bitch.

Something's disrupting them, they can't phase in or out!

Good.

It figures.

I finally meet a girl who says she wants me,

and she's a dimension-shifting hell-spawn from the outer darkness.

It's not your biggest problem really, but...

you made your choice.

Yeah, I guess I did.

Question is, what do I do with you?

That's an excellent question.

No, wait, you can't... I...

She's gone.

I thought you said they can't phase in or out?

They cheated.

For you.

The Library?

Keep it, destroy it, give it to Hohne for all I care,

just get it away from me.

You okay?

I was tempted, Trance.

I was tempted by Satrina.

She offered to introduce me to old red-eyes.

They gave me power,

he was gonna take out my larvae?

I wanted it so bad,

I was willing to do anything.

Almost anything.

I almost even betrayed you guys, my friends.

But you didn't though, in the end you stayed loyal.

Yeah, but not by much.

I've been waiting for someone to come along and solve my problems.

Rommie, Rev, Satrina. You.

It's time I started helping myself.

One way or another, I am gonna figure out how to get these eggs out.

Sounds complicated.

When do we start?

That's a lovely death warrant.

For both of us. Maybe.

But it might be our only life preserver in a sea of troubles.

The Magog, the Drago-Kazov, and whoever the hell just tried to kill us.

And so we take arms against them, is that it?

And by opposing... We end them.

And after were done, then what?

Complete dominion of the known worlds?

Well, then...

then we'll talk.