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Battle stations.
All hands on deck.
This is not a drill.

Andromeda , report.

The Pyrians have placed
24 fusion-powered atmosphere
generators across the planet.

They're spewing CO-2, methane,
and sulfur dioxide

and nothing the colonists
have done have been able
to stop them.

In a month, Samsarra will no
longer be able to support
oxygen-breathing life.

Perfect for Pyrians,
bad for colonists.
All 56,312 of them.

The colonists claim
the Pyrian ships

just dropped the generators
and left without saying a word.

All attempts to communicate
have been rebuffed.

Yeah, well,
Pyrians aren't
great conversationalists.

Unless deep-frying your ship
is their version of,

"Hey, how are you?
Let's do lunch."

Target those generators
with a full barrage
of ground attack missiles.

We'll show them lunch.

Fire.

The Pyrian
atmosphere generators
have been destroyed.

The climatic effects will begin
to reverse themselves
in a matter of days.

Well, if that doesn't
get them to talk,
nothing will.

Send a courier
to High Guard HQ
on Mobius.

Tell them I need a fleet
to blockade Samsarra

And when the Pyrians show up,

we'll tell them
just what we've done
to their generators.

Dylan?
I thought you should know.

I'm detecting
multiple slipstream events
across the outer solar system.

Our fleet is here,
and they're early.

Well, it's definitely
a fleet but it's not ours.

As near as I can tell,
it's a full Pyrian task force.

They're really early.

And they're headed
this way.

So much for the blockade.

It looks like we'll be dealing
with the Pyrians on our own.

Ugh!

The universe
is a dangerous place,

but in our future,

my crew and I fight
to make it safe.

I am Dylan Hunt, Captain
of the Andromeda Ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

The Pyrian fleet
has not yet responded
to our hails.

Their position
is 33 light-minutes,
closing at 25 PSL.

That gives us two hours

to convince them
to come to the table.

We attacked
their installation
at Samsarra.

It was an unmanned
installation,

an illegal
unmanned installation.

Attacking a populated world,
refusing to speak with anyone?

They're trying
to provoke us,
see what we'll do.

It's like a test.
Exactly.

Maybe the Pyrians
want more from Samsarra
than just pyraforming it.

There are plenty
of unpopulated planets
that meet their needs.

May we just review
for my benefit?

The Pyrians
completely outmatch us.

They have no incentive
for discussion,

and they're possibly
protecting a secret agenda.

Yet, we are to believe we can
still convince them to talk.

That's interesting.

The Pyrian fleet
is protecting two dropships,

which appear to be carrying
fresh atmosphere generators.

The Pyrians couldn't have known
to come
with replacement generators.

It's unlikely that they'd
already be aware

that we've destroyed
their equipment on the planet.

Very unlikely.

Replacements or not,
they're going back
to where they came from,

And if we are very lucky,

we can convince the Pyrians
of that without firing
a single shot.

And if we're not very lucky?

Well, then, we will sharpen
our olive branch
into the point of a spear.

The Andromeda
is the last line of defense
for this entire system,

and when it comes right down
to it,

the slipfighters
are the last line of defense
for the Andromeda.

Am I making myself clear?

Crystal clear,
Captain Valentine.

Do you always speak in stereo
like that?

Yes.
No. Sometimes.

Look, guys,
we may be heading into battle
with the Pyrians.

We can't afford screw-ups.
Screw-ups equal death,

so I need you to get your butts
down to the hangar deck,

do your jobs,
and don't be late.

And for god's sake,

don't salute me.

Never salute.

Boss, don't you think
you're being kind of hard
on the eager beavers?

Hey.
No.

Maybe you should take it easy
on the spit and polish
a little bit.

I mean, come on.
When we first got here,

It's not exactly
like we were standard
military issue.

I mean, let's get serious.
We still aren't.
Spit and polish?

Even back in the old day,

what do you think
I would have done
to your scrawny butt

if it wasn't
where I needed it
when I needed it?

You would have kicked it
all over the local cluster.
Exactly,

because my crew is my family.
I'll be damned if I lose
even one of them to screw-ups.

Especially when people
are trying to kill us.

I get tired of that.

The Pyrians are pelting us
with A.G. mass packets.

They're slowing us down.

All the better
for their torchships
to come in close

and roast us with plasma.

You know,
this is getting very annoying.

What happened
to the good old days
when ships just sat around

and fired broadsides
at each other?

Steam engine was invented?

E.C.M. to maximum.

Offensive missiles,
tubes one through 40.
One shot per tube.

Let's show the Pyrians
we're taking this personally.

Evasive maneuvers?
Oh, Beka,
you know me so well.

Plot a course
back to Samsarra's largest moon.
We'll use it for cover

while we harass
the Pyrian fleet.

Captain,
we are receiving a message
from the Pyrians.

On screen.

Now, that is not a Pyrian.

Whatever happened
to those bulbous,
tentacled things

floating in hot gas
we were so fond of?

She may be a projection
of some sort
to make us more responsive.

Maybe, but we've dealt
with Pyrians before,
so why start now?

Attention, Andromeda Ascendant.

the hostilities
you have initiated
against this fleet

can lead to nothing
but your destruction.

We urge you to withdraw
from Samsarra

before that event
becomes unavoidable.

We will not be deterred.

I'm attempting
to keep the channel open,

but the Pyrians
are not responding.

Did you hear that?
"We will not be deterred."

Did you hear that voice?

Oh, did you see those lips?

I'm thinking we offer up
the Harper as her hostage

and I'll make
this whole ugly situation
go away single handedly.

Make that
double handedly.

Don't you have something
to fix?

I do now.

More A.G. packets.
We're losing speed.
Divert power to compensate.

Engineering,
initialize backup reactors.

Dylan?

I feel wrong.

I feel sick.

Dismissed.

Shouldn't you be headed
to med deck?

Everything I need
is on the Maru.

Would you tell me
your symptoms?

Dizziness.

Confusion.

Nausea.
Nausea?

Trance,
you don't have a stomach.

In fact, I don't believe I've
ever seen you consume more
than an alcoholic beverage.

I'm jittery.
I feel cold and prickly
all over.

I can't think straight.

Is there anything else?

You can't force me
to tell you anything.

I don't think it would be wise
for you to try now.

I'm quite sure you're right.

However,

I will try,

should it ever come to that.

Are we understood?

I'd like to go to my room now,
be with my plants.

Are the Pyrians ignoring us?

It appears
they don't consider us
a threat.

The Pyrian fleet
will be in range of Samsarra
in less than 20 minutes.

Once they establish position
around the planet,

they won't leave it undefended.
they'll be dug in.

Then we can kiss Samsarra
goodbye.

Yeah, well,
that's not going to happen.

Scramble the slipfighters
to blockade the planet.

Let's see
if we can slow things down
a little.

Okay, people,
standard distribution,
weapons free.

This is just like the drill,
only with real explosions.

And guys,

anyone who lets a Pyrian
within one light-second
of Samsarra

buys the first round
when this is all over.

You can make mine
a Sparky Cola.

Roger that, Captain.

The fighters have taken
position and the Pyrians
are redeploying to compensate.

Launch combat drones.
Disperse them
around the fleet perimeter.

There was a time
when people were impressed
that I had enough firepower

to decimate a planet
in under ten minutes.
I miss that.

Me too.

A detachment of torchships
is closing to engagement range
with the fighters.

Beka,
you've got company.

Okay, everybody
stay in formation.

We're on it, Captain.

So the Pyrians
like to play chicken.

Too bad. I don't.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your Wing Commander
speaking.

The Pyrians don't seem
to get the message.

Let's explain it to them.

Here we go, folks.

Fighters
have engaged the torchships,

and our combat drones
have encircled
the rest of the enemy armada.

Target their flank,
randomized firing solutions.

Missile tubes one through 40.
Clear the magazines.

Fire.

Sensor drones report
minimal combat effectiveness.

The Pyrians
aren't slowing down.

Dylan, the Pyrians have
just launched a barrage

of neutron
ground-attack missiles
at Samsarra.

Neutron warheads
only attack living things.

Like an infestation
of colonists.

Shoot those warheads down.

Raise the colonial government
on comms.

What do you want me
to tell them?

Tell them to pack their things
and get the hell off the planet.
We can't protect them

and fight the Pyrians
at the same time.

We have to evacuate Samsarra.

The colonial government reports
evacuation is 37% complete.

Of that, 4% of the transports
have reached slipstream range.

Estimated time
to mission completion?

Three hours.

We can't maintain
this engagement
for three more hours.

We don't have a choice.

More A.G. mass packets.
Dylan, I don't have enough power
to compensate.

We are
returning fire.

I need some help.
Watch your six.

Bogies
six o'clock, nine.

These guys are everywhere.

Receiving heavy fire,
all directions

I've got your back,
Gold Two.

I need a little help here.

Bowlus, break. Two o'clock.
Two o'clock!

Bowlus, are you there?
Bowlus, do you read?

Wing commander,
this is Gold Two.
My wingman is hit bad.

His comms are out.
Our position is overrun.

Requesting permission
to fall back to the Andromeda,
ma'am.

Keep it together, Gold Two.
You need to stick
with your wingman.

Watch his six.
Keep trying to get him
on the horn.

And listen,
that goes for all of you.

We fight together,
we win together.

When we go home,
it'll be together...

Or not at all.

Let's move in on the target.
Get in and get out.

Roger that, Captain.

Good news, boss.
My band of merry monkeys
have scrubbed the hull clean.

Woo-hoo-hoo!
No more A.G. mass packets.

Plus, we shampooed the decks,
buffed the mirrors,

and threw in some air freshener
at no extra charge.

A pair of torchships
have moved away
from the main fleet

and are moving to engage us.

Well, even crippled,
I would much prefer
to assume the offensive

than instruct the crew
to make peace with their various
and sundry deities.

We are in no position
to mount an attack
on those torchships.

If we try, the probability
of our destruction
is 93%.

Damn it! Recall those fighters.
I need them back here.

And the Pyrians?
Let those bastards come.

Gold Two, we're falling
back. Do you copy?

Gold Two, four o'clock.
Look out!

Gold Two, Gold Two,
do you hear me?

Bogey on your tail,
Gold Two. Incoming! Incoming!
I repeat.

Gold Two. Gold Two, come in.
Talk to me.

Wingman didn't get the message.

I'm trying to...
Can't hold it!

They got Gold Two.

Frymire, no!

We need to fall back.
Focus, people.

Maintain comms discipline.

We're going home.

Gold Two, I'm sorry.

The evacuation of Samsarra
is 83% complete.

Torchships are closing.

All surviving fighters
have returned to base.

All right.

Let's do this.

Prep every single
missile tube we've got.
Full salvo.

Prepare to fire on my mark.

Three. Two...

Dylan.
What?

I'm detecting
multiple slipstream events.

Oh, don't tell me.
More Pyrians?
No.

The cavalry. A High Guard
battle group,

along with warships
from the Commonwealth
member worlds.

Ah, what do you know?
Some good news for a change.

All right, people.
Let's finish this evacuation.

I hate to spoil the moment,
but I've got news
from the colonial governor.

Now what?
What did I miss?

One of the transports
has experienced

a series
of mechanical disasters
on the launch pad.

It can't leave,
and the passengers
can't be transferred.

It's a medical ship.
The passengers are patients.

I'll go. Andromeda,
tell the flight deck to prep
the Ma for launch.

Beka, not a good idea.

That transport can't leave
on its own,
and the Maru's a salvage ship.

The math's pretty simple.
No. No, no.

Here's the math.

You've been flying
under battle conditions
for the past four hours.

You're tired,
and unless I miss my guess,

we need you rested
for the next
fighter sortie, yes?

So, what?

I'll take the Maru to Samsarra.

I'll be needing you
in the cockpit.
Right now.

Order the fleet
to engage the Pyrians.

Distance to the transport ship?

Distance...

Hey!

Wake up and focus!

Do your job, or leave!

Sorry.

We're in Bucky cable range.

Deploy Bucky cables.

Bucky cables deployed.

We've got them.
The transport is secure.

All right.

Tell that pilot to make sure
his patients are strapped in,
because we're leaving,

very, very fast.

A.G. mass packets
slowing us down.

Cook the engines to 125%
to compensate.

if this keeps up,
we'll never make it
back to the Andromeda.

Is that transport slip-capable?

Yes.
All right. They don't need us
to slow them down.

I'm going to point us
in the direction of the nearest
obvious slip-point.

As soon as we're up to speed,
I want you
to cut the Bucky cables.

Inertia will carry them on.

Inertia, right. Good plan.

Give me 150% on those engines.

150, aye,

but we can't burn any hotter
than that. We'll fly apart.

Cut the cables.

The transport is
safely on its way.

Good.

Trance?

Whatever your problem is,
you've already succeeded
in making it mine as well,

and I don't appreciate it
at all.

Get a grip.

We have them
on the run.
Better than that.

We've corralled them.
They can't get out of here
unless they come through us.

Andromeda,
send a message
to the fleet.

Tell them we've got
one more job to do.

We are going to
drive the Pyrians from Samsarra,
forever.

Welcome back, Tyr.

What merits
your sudden interest
in my return?

Our courier returned
with a package for you.

I assume you
scanned that?

It's not a bomb,
if that's what
you're asking.

They're seeds,
specifically from
the Dragonia Vine.

The Dragonia Vine.

Drago Musevini's first feat
of genetic engineering.

Yes. Lush, colorful flowers
with an intoxicating scent.

And anything that came close
enough to appreciate that

was strangled to death
by the vine. Charming.

Yes...

But, you see, the Dragonia Vine
wasn't just a plant.

it was
the physical representation
of a philosophy

that the universe
is a beautiful place,

full of wonders...

And it wants to kill you.

Ironic,
considering the Dragonia Vine
is supposed to be extinct,

wiped out
when Fountainhead
was destroyed.

Ironic, yes.

What I want to know, Tyr,
is who is sending you
Dragonia vines and why.

Hey, Trance.
Just thought
I'd check on you.

Trance?

Hi. I'm sorry.

I'm fine.

You don't seem fine.

Neither do you.

You're right.
I'm not fine.

It's that new crew?

The new situation?

Yeah, that.

Suddenly, I find myself
out there
playing fighter jock

while Tyr flies my ship
on a death-defying
rescue mission.

I mean, this is not
how it's supposed to be, is it?

This is not
who I am.

It is now.

Maybe.

I understand
that you don't really know
who you are anymore,

or that you're even cut out
to be the person you've become,

but Beka, believe me,
you're not alone,

and before you know it,

the universe is going to start
to make sense again.

I can promise you that much.

Thanks, Trance.

For what?

This is Captain Dylan Hunt,

Commodore
of the High Guard fleet.

You have 20 minutes
to completely withdraw
from Samsarra

or I will remove you
myself.

Hunt out.

Am I the only one who feels
it's weird that the Pyrians left
themselves with no way out?

Right now, the Pyrians
are up against the wall.

If we give them any more time,
we lose our advantage.

True, but they were playing
their hand awfully well

up until the end there.

Yes, they were,
but the ultimatum
has been offered.

It's their move.

And your plan
if and when
they don't respond?

This is our objective.

Two Pyrian dropships carrying
atmosphere generators.
We destroy them,

the Pyrians go home.

Phase one,

the fighter wing
will engage the torchships,
drawing them off,

and keep them
at least one light-minute
away from the main action.

The torchships are effectively
knocked out of the battle.
Sounds like fun.

Phase two,

warships
from the member worlds

will engage
the cruiser escorts,

forcing them
to reduce their coverage
on the dropships.

Leaving the dropships exposed.

Correct,
which brings us
to phase three.

Andromeda,
play back the simulation,
please.

The main element of our fleet
will launch a massive attack
on the dropships.

Dropships gone.

We switch fire
to the remaining
cruiser escorts.

Our fighter wing
falls back,
leaving the torchships,

which are now vulnerable
to a long-range missile attack.

At which point,
we should be able
to force a surrender.

Oh, at that point, we win.

Captain Valentine.

Scramble your fighters.

Okay, folks, here we go.
One more time.

Stay steady and ready for fun.
It's about to get
very hot and busy.

Stay alert and hold formation.

Fighters have drawn torchships
to one light-minute.
They're out.

The Commander of the
Commonwealth detachment reports
he has engaged the cruisers.

The dropships are undefended.

Signal the battle group
to initiate phase three.
All ships report ready.

Set an intercept course
for those dropships.
All ahead, full.

Are you both listening for it?
Listening for what?

The other shoe to drop.

Offensive missiles, all tubes.

Simultaneous time on target.
Fire.

Five seconds to intercept.

Three seconds.
Ready salvo two.

Targets destroyed.

Prepare to shift fire
to cruisers.

Several Pyrian torchships
have engaged the
Commonwealth detachment.

I thought the fighters
drew them off.

They did.
These are new torchships.

Ping the fleet.
I want a status report.

The detachment's Command ship
has been destroyed.

Other ships report that
they are taking heavy fire.
Damn it.

Keep firing.

Tell the detachment
to pull back
and consolidate on us.

I don't understand.
there were no slipstream events.
The sensor sweep was all clear.

Yes, but I've traced the Pyrian
reinforcements trajectory back
to their point of origin.

They came from
the far side of the star.

Damn.

I walked right into that one.

It doesn't make any sense.

This can't be an ambush.

The Pyrians would have had to
know that we were going to come
to Samsarra,

destroy their atmosphere
generators,
evacuate the colony,

and then go after
their dropships.
No one is that good.

Then that makes
two large coincidences
in one day.

We're receiving another message
from the Pyrians.

I can't get a fix
on the source.

On screen.

Captain Hunt,
while we admire your audacity,

tactical half-measures
will not deny us our objective.

We strongly encourage you
to rethink your approach
to the current crisis.

Failure to do so
will be catastrophic.

Well, that's the friendliest
hostile communique
I've ever received.

But no less clear
for its tone.

It is what it is.

We'll withdraw
to the outer solar system
and assess our situation,

but for now,

the Pyrians
have taken Samsarra.

We got our asses
handed to us out there.

The Pyrian reinforcements
must have arrived
after we swept the system,

before we could do
anything.

I've got a ship, a fleet,
a planet

counting on me to be ready
for curveballs like this.

Right.

So you think you're expected
to be omniscient

and above the laws
of space and time?

Are you implying
that I'm not?

You know what bothers me?
What?

How did the Pyrians react
so quickly?

It's like they're three moves
ahead of us at every turn.

Hmm. It's like someone handed
them our playbook before
the game even got started.

There. Do you hear it?

I hear a great many things.
Be specific.

Listen again, in the ultrasonic
range, above all
the comm chatter.

I don't recognize
that comm protocol.

Neither do I,
which is strange enough,

but what is stranger still
is that that signal

is being sent
from inside the Andromeda.

Where inside the Andromeda?

I don't know.
Whoever sent it
covered their tracks well,

and it's being broadcast
omnidirectionally,
so it's impossible to determine

who it's being sent to,
or why.

An unauthorized transmission
under battle conditions?

The "why" is immaterial.

I have a few thoughts
concerning the "who".

Dylan, I'm detecting
High Guard courier vessel
entering the system.

It's hailing us.

I'll take it here.

It's Admiral Hamsa
from the Perseid fleet.

Our long-range scouts
have detected
Pyrian battle fleets

assembling
across the three galaxies,

so it appears Samsarra
is merely the opening salvo

with a full-fledged
Pyrian campaign

against thousands
of oxygen-breathing worlds.

Most of the threatened planets
are non-aligned
or hostile to us,

but several
are Commonwealth members
and allies.

We deployed
the Wrath of Achilles
and the Twelve Centuries

with task forces
to defend Enkindu

and the Jaguar homeworld
Venceremos

We also sent ambassadors
to try to negotiate

with the Than , the Kalderans,
even the Drago-Kazov,

but it doesn't look good.

It looks like war.

A war we can't win.

They picked Samsarra
for a reason.

If we stop them here,
maybe we stop them
everywhere.

Andromeda,

get in touch with your A.I.
counterparts in the fleet.

We need to come up with a plan
to hold off the Pyrians.

Aye, Captain.

Feeling better?

Actually, no.

I'm feeling much worse.

Is your ill health
somehow connected to
the signals you've been sending

to the Pyrians?

I wasn't talking
to the Pyrians.

Who have you been
talking to?

The signals you intercepted
were messages home.

I was trying
to reach my family.

And you failed?

No.

Worse.

I succeeded.

What they told me was not good.

It's not good at all.

Rommie.
Dylan.

I've just been in contact
with Vice-Admiral Kosugi,

the Commander
of the Sabra-Jaguar detachment.
Yeah?

He got
the same report we did

about the Pyrian movements
throughout the known worlds,

but he's withdrawing his ships
to defend Venceremos.

And what exactly
is he defending against?

Oh, Nietzscheans.

You know,
surprise, surprise.
Running away.

All right, get this
Admiral Kosugi
on a comm line for me.

I already told him
that you wouldn't approve.
then he quoted me

some obscure paragraph
of the mutual defense pact.

All right, you know,
just get him anyway,

and I'll tell him
where he can put
his mutual defense pact.

Report.

The Pyrians are firing
low-velocity standoff weapons
at us and the fleet.

Not enough to really hurt us.

They're probing our defenses,
looking for weak spots.

The A.I.s have been
running simulations nonstop
and none of them are good.

All scenarios in which
we defeat the Pyrians cost us
the entire battle group

including the Andromeda,

and even still, that's no
guarantee that Samsarra will
stay out of Pyrian control.

Dylan, if we
roll over here,

the Pyrians will see
the Commonwealth
as an easy mark.

Yeah, I hear you, Beka,
but you heard Rommie.

If we stay, we kiss this ship
and this fleet goodbye.

Without these ships,
we'll be unable to turn back
the larger Pyrian offensive.

Rommie, signal the fleet.
Tell them to proceed
to the nearest slip-point.

We'll regroup in Sinti orbit
and plan from there.

You might want
to reconsider that order.

There's something
you want to tell me, Tyr?

No. She does.

All right, Trance,
what is it this time?

You have to stop
the Pyrians here.

I do not know how
you're going to do it,

but you do not have a choice.

Even if it means the death
of every crew member
in this battle fleet?

They want Samsarra.
Dylan, you cannot let them
have it.

That's not good enough,
Trance.

You know who's backing
the Pyrians. You've been talking
to them.

No.

One of my people
is in this system,

watching us,
helping them.

That woman.

She's been keeping
the Pyrians
ahead of the game.

Yes.

Dylan, there is a war coming,

one that is going to make
this battle look
like child's play.

The Magog Worldship.

My people have come to
the conclusion

that the Commonwealth
cannot stop the Magog,

but they feel
that the Pyrians can.

You've got to be kidding me.

Damn it, Trance,

We aren't just pieces
in your private game of Go.

Now, you level with me
or quit wasting my time.

Dylan,
my people live in a universe

where there are no easy roads
to the perfect possible future,

a future that is getting
harder to see all the time.

We all live
in the same universe,
Trance.

It's just that your people
are cold, calculating
sons of bitches.

Okay, people, listen up.
New plan.

We will not abandon this system
to the Pyrians.

Tell them
to hold their position,
await my instructions.

So...

we fight the Pyrians
to the death

and add another glorious defeat
to the High Guard honor roll?

Tyr, sometimes,
winning just means

preventing the other guy
from achieving his objective.

Beka, prep your fighter wing
for launch.

If we're going to have
any kind of shot at this,

I need you to punch a gap
in the Pyrian line.

You're assigning me
a hopeless action
against overwhelming odds?

Yes, I am.

I'm all over it.

All right, people,
I need you to be sharp
out there.

Last time around,
we lost a good pilot
and a good friend.

Now, it's time
to make the bastards pay.

This one's for Frymire.

The fighters have created a gap
in the Pyrian lines.

If we get underway now,
we should be able to reach
our objective

before the Pyrians
can move back into position
and stop us.

Signal the fleet.

Let's bring it.

We're through.
The fleet
has taken minimal damage.

Position to Samsarra,
one light-minute
and closing.

All ships report
full weapons load-outs,

Missile tubes and A.P. guns
ready. We are locked on target.

Outstanding.

Open a channel.

Attention, Pyrian fleet.

This is your last chance
to resolve this matter
peacefully.

You started this conflict,
but rest assured,
we will end it.

We expect
an immediate response.

They're not going to answer.
They still don't believe you.

Yeah, I know.

All right,
let's give them something
to believe in.

They want this planet?

They can have it.

Tyr,
send a message to the fleet.

Fire.

They make a desert,
and they call it peace.

Status on the Pyrians?

Holding their position.
It's as if
they're waiting for something

or someone.

We're receiving a coded message
from the Pyrians.

On screen.

Captain Hunt,
as per the terms of the treaty

with the first
Systems Commonwealth,

we wish to open negotiations
over the status
of all disputed worlds.

We await your reply.

Who'd have thought
that blowing up one planet

would bring the big, bad Pyrians
to the bargaining table?

We sent them a message.

We'd rather
die on our feet
than live on our knees.

Now the Pyrians know
that we are not going to
back down

from anybody.

And I do mean anybody.

Ah. There you are.

I wanted to talk
to you.

New guy.

Oh, uh, at ease.

This isn't a parade.

You, um, you did
an outstanding job today.

I just wanted to let you know
that I put the entire wing in

for
the Order of the Commonwealth.

Thank you, ma'am.

Please.

It's Beka. Beka's fine.

Thank you, Captain Valentine.

Good enough.

Is there anything else
the First Officer
needs to know?

Yeah.

What's your name?

Bowlus. Lieutenant,
junior grade.

Well...

Carry on, then,
Lieutenant Bowlus.

Keep up the good work.

Ma'am?

Mm?

Does it ever get any easier?

Losing people, I mean.

Friends.

God, Bowlus.

I hope not.

I don't recognize
that one.

That's a climbing fern
from Samsarra.

Possibly
the last one left.

Samsarra.

We sacrificed
an entire world today,

but we saved thousands
in the process.

You're going to be doing
a lot of that in the future.

You know, you're really
not as cryptic
as you think you are.

I'll take that as a compliment.

What we're doing here,

it's bigger than rebuilding
the Commonwealth.

It's bigger than the Pyrians,
it's bigger than the Magog.

It's about us
against the Abyss.

Yes.

Dylan, I believe in you.

I believe that
you can help us win,

against the Pyrians
and in the war to come.

Tell me that in that fight,
you won't run away,

hiding behind your
riddles and evasions.

If you're with me,
you fight with me.

Dylan, we're on the same team.

We always have been.
I need you
more than you need me.

I trust you.

It's the other way around,
Trance.

I need to know
I can trust you.

If you don't trust me,
then you can send me away.

Send you away.

It's all about the fight,

The light against the dark,
good against evil.

Some people hide from it.

Some run away.

Some live with it in fear.

Some find solace
in knowing they've done
everything they can.

Some stay and fight.

I fight to win.