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So according to Harper, repair should be completed in next couple of days.

Sure, until the next time he needs to conduct repairs.

Tell me about it. At this rate he's gonna run out of spare parts to cannibalize.

Hopefully, Dylan and Tyr's expedition will take care of that.

I still don't like that. We might need weapons, but getting into bed

with shifty arms dealers? Never a good idea.

Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt.

Ooh, that explains your wardrobe.

Don't even start with me, I've seen what's in your closet.

And finally, the last stop of our tour, we'll take a visit to the Haukon Tau Drift,

where the only thing more unbelievable than the natives

are the bargains you can pick up at Suka Guleil.

Ship, do I really have to say that?

Affirmative.

Well, you wanted to be a tour pilot, Molly. You got to ply the souvenirs.

Okay, let's get ready for safety check.

Okay, emergency EVA suits, check.

Distress beacon, check.

Cockpit escape pod breakaway charges, check.

The most thankless piloting job in the known world, marked.

Er, excuse me, buddy.

I don't start loading people for at least another hour. How did you get pass the gates?

It's my winning personality and good looks, now...

Please shut the door behind you on your way out.

Oh, I get it.

This is one of those security test, right?

Company wants to make sure I read the policy?

Okay, I admit it. I didn't read it. I thought it was stupid.

Someone's shooting at us!

No, they are shooting at me.

You're not from the Company, are you? Cargo?

Those are some unpleasant people out there and I don't want you get hurt,

head out cargo and keep between you and them until lift off.

That's great, but you can't get anywhere without me. The ship was hooked up into my implant.

Good point. Then it looks like I'm booking a private charter.

Seal the airlocks and start the launch sequence.

Laser torches. If you don't get us off this pad, we are dead.

Um, I've actually never flown this ship before. This was supposed to be my first tour.

If you don't move, it will be your last. Now, get your butt in there!

Great.

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.

It's depressing seeing myself in this condition again.

You've seen worse.

Yes, but it's the repetition of being shot at that I find so annoying.

I would like just one day,

where I can build missiles and tweak a fire control in peace.

We definitively need to find you a hobby.

That is my hobby!

Speaking of people who need to find less dangerous hobbies...

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, um...

Harper is on deck 14 trying to get fire control online. I think he could use your help.

You're still not used to it, are you? The new me.

Honestly,

It's not every day that you,

watch one of your best friends walk into the future, change places with herself

and then walk out again.

So, no.

I'm not used to it.

But...

I'm getting there.

Personally, I love the Force lance.

Beka, we've received a hail from the Eureka Maru.

Tyr will be on deck in six minutes.

Tyr? What about Dylan?

Tyr is alone, he left Dylan behind.

Tyr, what the hell happened? And where, may I ask, is Dylan?

He's not with me. I can see that.

What have you done with my captain?

Would you like the long version or the short one?

Okay, we're out of orbit.

Now where?

Slipstream range. I need to get to Enkindu.

All right, that's good to know.

There are a few other things I need to know.

Who are you?

Who are those guys shooting at you, and why did you steal my ship?

In order? Yes, please.

Name's Dylan. People shooting were the bad guys,

and this, best looking ship in spaceport.

Really? Yeah.

Till today I was the maintenance crew captain.

Congratulations on the promotion. Thanks.

Oh, crap.

Ogami? Afraid so.

Mercenary culture, deadly killers,

never break their word, always keep their promises

and always fulfill their contracts? Those Ogami?

Yeah, they're the ones. We are so dead.

I apologize for getting you involved, but if we stay calm--

Where did you learn to fly like that?

Simulators.

We're supposed to do a low approach into the volcanoes of Haukon Venia.

You know, give the tourists a good show.

Sounds like a great tour. I'm sorry I missed it.

Yeah, so am I.

Dylan and I went to Haukon Tau Drift to meet with Ferahr Kalinga.

He was one of my suppliers back when...

Well, back in the day.

Ferahr was supposed to have set up a meeting

with a reputable arms dealer on Haukon Vora.

However, when we arrived on Haukon Vora,

we found several mercenaries lying in wait instead.

They shot at us. We shot back.

Fast forward to the part where you took the Maru and let Dylan to fend for himself.

We agreed to split up in order to drawn them off.

I was as surprised as he, when the Ogami went after him.

We had both assumed they had been hired by the Drago-Kazov to kill me.

Apparently, we were wrong.

"Apparently."

In any case,

Captain Hunt ordered me to leave him and return to the Andromeda

and alert you to the situation, all which I have done. End of story.

Tyr, it's no secret that you and Dylan are at odds.

As I recall, he still holds the keys to some of your property.

Now, if he were to suddenly disappear,

your problem would be solved. Am I wrong?

Consider this,

if I wanted Dylan dead,

or anyone else for that matter, he'd be a corpse already!

And if we find him alive,

then I must be innocent, and you'll owe me an apology.

And if we find him alive, I'll give you one.

But if we find him otherwise, I will give you something else entirely.

Do we understand each other?

My Lady,

I imagine in all your years no one has ever accused you of being obscure.

How's that, my pretty little starship? Better?

Much. You know, Harper,

I've had six engineers in my service life,

but you're the only one who actually enjoys damage control.

Well, you know, a few months of waiting to be the main meal

on a Magog manual got a guy thinking. About what?

About all the things I wanted to do

but thought I would never get a chance to.

And you know what? It made me realize,

the thing I love to do best, I'm already doing it.

Fixing me? You better believe me, darling.

Ain't nothing like it in the whole universe.

Harper.

Beka sent me here to help you.

Ah, it's okay. I got it covered. No, thanks.

It seems to me like this data link over here needs--

I said, I don't need any help.

Yes, I heard you, but this data link here--

Trance, would you just go?

Please?

It's me, isn't it?

The fact that I'm different than I used to be?

"Different"? No, your are not that...

Look, the truth is...

I got a lot of work to do and I just want to get it done, okay?

Alone!

Fine, you know where I am if you want to talk to me.

That wasn't very nice.

Can it, would you? Or I'll really fix you.

You know, they're very persistent.

Oh, there goes cargo storage.

Say goodbye to secondary communications array.

I don't suppose this ship has weapons? Other than your Force lance?

That would be a no. Could you vent fuel if you had to?

Vent my proton and anti-proton tanks?

Are you an escaped mental patient?

Just a guy who likes to put on a good show.

The kind that will blind the Ogami sensors so we can escape?

I love a good light show.

It worked?

We lost them.

Oh...

You know, you may be a gun waving maniac,

but that was really, really cool.

Oh, thanks. Now, please set course for Enkindu,

where this gun waving maniac's friends will happily reimburse you for your troubles

and send you on your way.

These friends of yours, are they all as personable as you?

Huh, they have their moments.

Well, then I can't wait to meet them.

Stand by for slipstream.

That didn't feel like slipstream.

Oh, brilliant. That tricky maneuver of yours cracked the exotic matter lens

and now we can't open a slip portal. We're going to be stuck here with the Ogami!

Well, on the bright side, we still have each other.

Okay, let me get this straight.

You are a 300 year old High Guard Captain.

I didn't technically age during those three centuries. But who's counting?

And you're on mission to restore

the fallen Systems Commonwealth and save the universe.

That's a little over-simplified, but essentially it, yeah.

Hmm. That's amazing.

Pretty much.

You are insane.

Ouch, that hurts.

No, really,

I mean, I guess I'd heard rumors about some wild-eyed zealot flying around,

doing what you are claiming to be doing, but I sure as hell

didn't think I was going to meet him.

And I definitely didn't expect him to be so...

earnest. "Earnest?"

Well, I like that much better than wild eyed zealot.

Well, they both apply.

Then I'll take what I can get.

Approaching Haukon Tau Drift.

"Haukon Tau?"

This is the tour ship Hildegard to Haukon Tau Drift.

What are you trying to do, lead me into another ambush? Why are you paranoid?

A lot of people have been trying really hard to kill me today

and Haukon Tau Drift is where my day got started.

Listen, soldier boy, if you want to slip out of this system in one piece,

we're gonna need parts.

And the only place to get those parts is Haukon Tau Drift.

Unless you want me to turn this bucket around

and go back to the spaceport on Haukon Vora.

It's where you scared away my customers, you stole my ship and you took me hostage!

You're right. You're damn right, I'm right!

What am I right about? We need to find parts.

Yes.

And I know where we can make one hell of a deal.

It wasn't me, I swear. If it wasn't you, who did what?

What do you mean? I haven't even told you why I'm angry!

Then why--

Ogami mercs... big, mean and ugly. Who sent them?

Aah...

Let me think...

I know. It wasn't me, I swear.

Well, at least he's consistent. Fine.

If you are innocent, prove it.

I'd be delighted.

I want an exotic matter lens for class two slipstream drive.

And I want it in one hour.

One hour, but that's-- All the time you have.

And make it a Templar Industries, Alpha stroke niner model.

Not one of those off the market jobbies.

Lady knows her parts.

You're quiet.

When I'm in the mood for idle conversation, I'll let you know.

In the meantime, fly.

I think someone's taking her captain's disappearance

harder than she'd like to admit.

That doesn't sound like flying.

I'm sorry.

Was I distracting you from your work?

Well, with your desire,

you could run every system on this ship at once

and still feel as if you have nothing to do.

Yet you can't seem to spare the attention

required to engage in pleasantries with your pilot.

I have nothing to say to you.

Would you like to hear a theory?

No.

Impossible as it may seem,

I believe you've become emotionally involved with your captain.

I think you've lost your objectivity.

I suggest, Tyr, that you fly more and theorize less.

As you wish.

Thanks for the assist back there. Yeah, what was I supposed to do?

Last thing I need is to start putting falsie components into the Hildie's systems.

I'm the one who's gonna have to answer for her.

Yeah, I think we got off on the wrong foot.

I regret getting you mixed up in all of this. Oh, you do?

What part do you regret most? The aiming the gun at me part,

or the getting me shot at by psychotic mercenaries part?

I deserve that, and the answer is both. But you've been

remarkably good natured about it.

I could see this calls for a case of diplomacy.

You know what they say about diplomacy? It's really the art of saying, "Nice doggie,"

until you get a big enough stick.

What're you talking about? You see those two cops right there?

They're my stick. Help!

Please help me! Come on!

Is there a problem? Yes.

There is definitely a problem.

You'll have to excuse my sister.

She suffers from a rare disorder that inspires extreme paranoia

and inconvenient emotional outbursts.

How sad. What's she worth to you?

Excuse me? Excuse me?

You heard me. What is she worth?

Round it up to the nearest gilder.

This is a shake down?

This is a kidnapping!

And you are a cop. You know, my tax money at work.

Yes, taxes, that's the problem.

Not enough taxes, too many criminals.

What about you? Can you cover the incarceration fee?

I think I'd rather be a hostage.

Oh, I get it.

No incarceration fee from you

and no mental health evaluation fee from you.

Okay, then. We'll just skip right to the fine for filling a false police report.

Fine... what if we can't pay?

Then we take you both in. On the house.

Ah... well, in that case,

I think we can work out some kind of arrangement.

Hmm, like what? Yeah, like what?

Ah... collateral.

Freeze!

Hey!

What's she worth to you?

Oh, my hero! Yeah, I get that a lot!

So I guess that officially ends my welcome at Haukon Tau Drift.

Thank you. Oh, whose fault is that?

No, really. Thank you, for saving me from those corrupt cops.

Well, that's what kidnappers are for.

Yeah, I guess, I...

I should have believed in you from the beginning.

As soon as we're clear, we can start repairs on the slipstream drive.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh?

Ogami.

Ah... uh-oh.

They are closing. Yeah. Thanks for the update.

The Hild wasn't built for speed, she's a tourist barge, don't you remember?

Fine then, tour director, Molly,

why don't you find us a nice planet and show me the sights?

Oh, you wanna loose them in an atmosphere? Uh-huh.

Okay, I know just the place.

Well, I thought you might.

I'd like to help you, but...

But I haven't seen Hunt since we made contact four days ago.

And I'm the genetic reincarnation of Drago Museveni.

With that hair?

Okay.

You say, you haven't seen Dylan,

and we say, that you have.

Now only one of us can be telling the truth.

And I'm not lying, are you lying?

I'm not lying.

Tyr, we've been doing business together for over a decade.

In all that time,

I have never lied to you.

Ever.

You've never had a reason to it before.

You have one now.

Here is a thought.

Let's play twenty questions.

Heavy Gravity Worlder?

Android.

She's very strong.

More to the point,

I can pick up galvanic skin responses

and respiration changes.

I can also analyze pupil dilations in real time.

Which makes me, a walking lie detector.

So, tell me the truth,

or I'll turn the bones in your hand into calcified gelatin.

Absolutely, absolutely.

What do you know?

He's not lying.

Harper?

I brought you Sparky Cola. I thought it would make you feel better.

No, thanks.

I know that I seem different to you, but everyone changes.

Yeah, points of view,

attitude, weight, underwear even,

but you? It's like you're not even you anymore.

And now I'm not even sure you ever were you to begin with,

if you know what I mean.

No, explain it for me.

All right.

Over the past year, we've run into so many nasty, evil, jerk-headed

goofball pieces of work, I've lost count.

Kalderans, Nietzscheans, Magog, crazy star-ships.

You name it, it's attacked us.

And I can't help wondering if that's all one big coincidence,

or if maybe the biggest, baddest, bad guy or girl

of them all hasn't been with us right here all along,

watching and waiting, and looking for any opportunity to manipulate us into serving

whatever unspeakable ends might be knocking around in her formerly purple noggin.

Ring any bells?

You know,

there was a time when I thought you were the smartest person

I had ever met, but listening to you now...

If that is the way you think,

then I'm as wrong about you as you are about me.

Enjoy your Cola.

Thanks, I will.

I am very disappointed in you, Mr. Ferahr.

I am not lying to you!

You haven't said anything!

Which make me think you've missed the point of the exercise entirely.

Ferahr,

I will shoot you.

Oh, I like that.

Logical, efficient.

Why, Tyr, I think that is the most practical course of action.

Good show.

Okay, okay.

The truth!

The truth is, I...

I saw Hunt less than a day ago.

He was with a woman.

They were looking for an exotic-matter lens for their slipstream driver.

A Templar Industries, Alpha stroke niner.

Did you set us up?

Look, Tyr, the Ogami--

...are here.

Haukon Venia, the hottest spot on the tour, literally.

The tidal forces from that gas giant she's orbiting

make Venia's volcanoes go off like clockwork.

Creating a nice hot, cloudy atmosphere for us to shake the Ogami in. I like it.

That was close.

If this was part of the tour, I could charge more.

As long as the passengers survive. Ooh, I haven't lost any yet.

I thought I was your first customer. Good point.

Damn! The Ogami sensors are too good. They're picking up our wake.

Have you got a plan B?

Oh, I always have a plan B.

Coming to think of it, you were plan B.

Great! You really know how to make a woman feel special. That's one of my many talents.

You mentioned something about volcanoes.

Tyr, look out! No!

Who sent the Ogami, Ferahr?

Who?

Tyr, I...

Well, now we won't get any information out of him.

He was definitely up to something.

Of course, he was.

But he was my friend.

Well, you've got what you wanted. We've got three Ogami on our tail.

Have you factored in the eruption schedule?

Yeah, I've done the math four times.

Good, because if we screw this up, we are going to have a very, very bad day.

And this changes our situation, how?

Would you just takes us in?

Okay.

For luck.

Hmm.

Okay.

Oh. Oh, damn!

Molly.

Come on.

Molly!

Molly!

Wow.

Fireworks.

Actually we... we crashed.

Oh, yeah.

Ouch.

Let me help you. No, I'm okay.

You sure? Yeah.

I'm tougher than I look.

The Hildie and I have a lot in common.

It's like I said,

best looking ship in the spaceport.

We know from Ferahr that Dylan has a broken exotic-matter lens.

He's had no time to repair it, so he must be in this system somewhere.

Space is big, Tyr,

but we'll find him.

Hopefully, before the Ogami do.

You mean that, don't you?

I see your vaunted artificial intelligence

has finally managed to grasp the obvious.

Tyr only does things that benefit Tyr!

So, if you really didn't abandon Dylan,

what's in it for you?

Let us, for the sake of argument,

assume that Dylan and I have opposing agendas.

At this time, neither of those agendas

are far enough along for either of us to safely dispose of the other.

And, in fact, there are several scenarios

wherein our respective agendas are mutually beneficial. In such a case,

why would I fight an unnecessary battle

with a man who is not and may never be my enemy?

You're a machine.

Surely, you can see the logic in that.

I also know humans,

well enough to recognize a massive rationalization when I hear one.

The true is, Tyr,

I think you've grown to like Dylan.

Perhaps, you even view him as a friend.

Going to war with him doesn't just mean risking your life,

it means being alone again.

And if there's one thing Tyr Anasazi out of Victoria by Barbarossa is afraid of...

It's being alone.

Oh, look at this place.

The Company is going to be docking my pay for the next ten years when they see this.

Data port piloting system disengaged.

- Switching to manual system. - Hey,

what are you doing to my ship?

I'm rigging the Hildie so I can fly her myself.

Excuse me, I'm the pilot.

You're staying here. You've got distress beacons,

survival cocoons and a week's rations.

You'll be fine until a rescue party comes for you. Like hell.

I'm not gonna let you go off and fight the Ogami while I eat freeze-dried rations.

I won't see you die because of me. This isn't your fight.

Excuse me. Maybe you didn't notice they were shooting at my ship.

Yeah, only because I was on it.

You're a hell of a pilot, Molly,

but this is one job I can't let you take.

Listen...

I'll admit that some of this run and jump stuff is a little new to me,

but I really want to do this.

I do.

I just wanna fly.

My mom was a courier pilot,

and she used to let me stow away on her short hops.

And sometimes she'd let me take the controls and I loved it!

But I don't have the connections to get into the military,

and I certainly can't afford the bribes to the FTA,

so I took this job. Ferrying tourists.

And I haven't even done that yet.

What do I have to look forward to?

I want adventure!

This is not that bad of a job, Molly.

And it's a lot safer than having every bad guy in the known worlds

chasing after you.

I don't want safe. I never wanted safe.

And now here you are, and you're a genuine hero, and you have a genuine quest.

And you expect me to sit on the sidelines because it's not my fight?

But I will make it my fight.

I don't want to get left behind again.

Please.

Data port piloting system restored.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Ahem.

Oh.

Hey, boss.

What... what brings you down here?

Well, I'd like to know why you shooed Trance away

after I specifically asked her to come down here

and help you with repairs.

I was doing just fine without her.

Did you hear me say pretty please with sugar on top?

I have work of my own, I really don't have time to referee

some sibling squabble between you and Trance.

It's not a squabble.

I just, I thought I knew Trance, okay?

Now the way she's changed, it's...

I could handle quirky and mysterious, but cosmically terrifying?

It's too much! I can't take it. No way.

Harper...

She saved your life.

And that's enough for me.

Look, you don't have to like new Trance-- But--

And you don't have to blindly accept what's happened to her.

But you will work with her.

No questions asked.

But I-- What...part of "no questions asked"

do you not understand?

You're quite the High Guard handy man there, aren't you? Uh-huh.

You turned the nav-laser to a point defense system and you reinforced the hull

with the fluorium meshing from the cabin doors and the gang planks.

You know what I think? I think with your modifications we can probably fly the Hildie

into hell and out the other side. Well, we just might have to.

You still wish you were leaving me behind?

For luck. Me neither.

No sign of the Ogami.

Well, maybe our luck's changing.

Okay, we're at slipstream distance. Next stop, the Enkindu system.

I've got a slipstream event three light minutes out.

Looks like it came from a Templar Industries,

Alpha stroke niner exotic matter lens.

The same type Dylan acquired from Ferahr on Haukon Tau.

It may be a coincidence, maybe not. I'll take that chance.

Do you think he's headed home?

It's a long way to run with the Ogami on his tail.

Most likely he's trying to reach the nearest friendly world.

Enkindu.

Streaming.

The Enkindu system. We made it!

You sound surprised.

Oh, what, that we're not dead?

Geez, I can't imagine why?

Oh, yeah. That's why.

The Ogami.

They've got us surrounded.

Okay, the nav-laser is kicking off the Ogami missiles.

We're gonna make it.

Tell me we're going to be okay.

Just stay focused on getting us to Enkindu 3, I'll do the rest.

Are you sure the reinforcements you bolted to the hull are going to keep us together?

We're about to find out.

Oh, God. We're alive.

You're welcome.

No, that wasn't a thank you, that was disbelief.

A spiritual awakening.

You can start praying because this one's gonna hurt.

That was the engine compartment. If I don't shut us down, the whole ship will blow.

No! What do you mean "no"?

Maybe exploding engines aren't such a bad thing.

Oh, I hate you. I know.

Four fighters, one barge.

I see them. The Ogami must have set an ambush,

which means it's probably Dylan. Bring us closer.

We have to take the pressure off or they will never get to Enkindu.

Maru , open a comm channel. I want to talk to Dylan.

Comm line open.

Dylan, is that you?

Who's that? It's my ship.

Dylan, the Ogami are shaken up. We've bought you some time.

Not enough. Our engines are about to go critical, there's nothing we can do.

Cut your comms and stop broadcasting on this channel, you're making yourself a target.

Understood, but Dylan...

The Ogami are breaking off.

Dylan's ship...

It's gone.

It's good timing, the Ogami think we are dead.

I think I'm deaf.

Those cockpit break-away charges are loud.

Yeah, on the bright side, welcome to Enkindu.

Engaging brake thrusters.

Hello, brake thrusters?

I hate being a back-seat pilot, but slowing down would be a really good idea.

The brake thrusters aren't responding.

We're not slowing down.

At this speed, we'll burn up on re-entry.

I don't suppose you have any other cool tricks up your sleeve?

Open a comm channel.

Rommie.

Dylan? Rommie, we don't have a lot of time.

We need emergency brakes now and your land-in .

On our way.

What are you doing? You're planning on getting in front of them, matching speeds,

linking up and braking for us all. That will require perfect timing

and excellent reflexes. Mine are good, yours are better.

Now get over here and sit down!

Come on, Rommie.

They're trying to intercept.

It's gonna be close.

Okay.

For luck.

Yeah, for luck.

Matching course and speed.

We're nine seconds from re-entry.

Got 'em. Braking.

They did it! They actually did it!

Sometimes all you need, is a little luck.

I couldn't agree more. Yeah.

Nice piloting.

I couldn't have done it without you.

So...

Peace between us for now?

For now.

So, is there any news on who hired the Ogami to kill me?

No, but it's a safe bet we'll see them again someday.

Yeah, well, at least it's nice to know someone out there really cares.

Hmmm. Your friend is waiting for you in your quarters, and...

You wanted that.

Thanks, Rommie. Mm-hmm.

I don't know what I'd do without you. Mm-hmm.

Beka send you again?

Yes.

Thanks.

Looks good, just like new.

Not really. Some of the parts don't exactly match,

so there are some microscopic stresses.

I had to mix a little human engineering with alien technology.

Who knows if that can work.

You know, that's the problem when you try to fix things, Trance.

No matter how hard you try to put something back together,

it will never be quite the same.

You're right.

But, may be, if that something is important enough

and you try really hard at it,

it can turn into something different.

May be even something better.

Maybe.

You wanna double-check my weld while I re-attach these links?

Yes.

Let's get to work.

I have something for you. Yes, I know you do.

That's not what I meant.

What is this?

It is a letter of recommendation for the Military Academy we've established on Mobius.

A military academy? Yeah.

They're training soldiers, engineers

and pilots for the new High Guard,

and I thought you might like to be a part of it.

You said you wanted adventure. This is...

This is amazing.

Thank you so much.

I won't let you down.

Well, that thought never crossed my mind.

We can have you on station in 24 hours.

Oh...

That soon, huh?

Well...

We could take the scenic route.

You know, it's like a...

three week tour of the restored Systems Commonwealth signatory worlds.

If you'd like.

Yes, I'd like that.

Okay.

Is that for luck?

Well, you can never have enough luck.