All language subtitles for Andromeda.S02E20.The.Knight,.Death,.And.The.Devil.DVDrip.XviD

Huh? Huh?

Hopeless.

Getting kasimir to sign
the commonwealth charter

was supposed
to be hopeless.

Finding occasion-
appropriate clothing

to match my
superior good looks

is merely impossible.

We have been
signing worlds

so fast lately,

I have a hard time
remembering

which galaxy we're in.

"Triangulum", as in
"Triangulum measles".

As in, boy,
is it no fun

having itchy
red spots on your--

figure of speech.

I just can't
get over the fact

that we're about to sign
our 50th world.

That's the last one
we need

to complete
the first stage

of restoring
the commonwealth.

I know,

and dylan's not even
going to be here

to see it,

or rommie or tyr.

The whole thing
just seems kind of,

I don't know,
great somehow, huh?

The teacher's away,

the old maru crew
gets to play.

Just remember,
secrecy is essential,

so if anyone asks,
Dylan is here.

Right. Got it.

There it is,
the clarion's call.

He was a ground-troop transport
for the high guard lancer corps.

And now he's
a down-market casino.

How the mighty have fallen.

We were in port
together once

at tarn vedra.

The a.I. Called himself "Ryan".

Seemed like a nice enough ship,
for a lancer.

Well, if there is
a nietzschean system

filled with captured
high guard ships,

Ryan should know where they are.

Assuming
he's still in one piece.

Our intelligence
reports indicate

he's being held captive
as a tourist attraction

on the casino's
main gaming floor.

He deserves
so much better than that.

Chin up, rommie.

We're going to his rescue.

Wow, you're looking
beautiful tonight.

Here, take
some tokens.

Welcome.
Have a good time.

Don't spend it all at once.

Hi.

Welcome
to the clarion's call.

We've got it all
here, sir.

We've got games, spa,

flesh rooms,
and our new buffet.

You must be Ryan.

The clarion's call.

Do I know you?

I've got a man in the outer ring
and a ship waiting.

Sounds like a good time,
big guy,

but not really my scene.

Say, though,

have you seen our all-nude
Perseid musical revue,

"hot's hot"?

No, but I'm sure
it's fascinating.

I'm captain Dylan hunt
from the high guard.

I've come to rescue you.

High guard?

Some kind of joke,
right?

No, it's no joke.
I need your help.

Look, I'm sorry.
You've got the wrong guy.

You look like
the right guy to me.

Yeah, well,
I don't care what it looks like,

I can't help you.

I'm disappointed to hear that.

Me too.

But, hey,
no hard feelings, right?

Oh, sure.
I'm really sorry.

So am I.

Tyr, get ready.

I'm coming in hot.

Rommie, take us out!

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 reunite the galaxies.

On the starship Andromeda,
hope lives again.

Hello, Ryan.

You're the guy
with the force lance.

Well, his memory seems fine.

And you're
Andromeda.

You're more beautiful
than I remember,

and my memory

is perfect.

Really?

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

to serve the commonwealth.

You know, it is bad enough

you let the casino
dress you up

and parade you around
like a sideshow freak,

but the fact
that we had to kidnap you--

rommie, rommie.

That's enough.

Dismissed.

She's upset, right?

I can't imagine why.

You see, we figured
we'd have to use force

to get you out,

we just never thought
we'd have to use it on you.

Did you have to use
so much force

when you rendered me
unconscious?

You're an android.
I figured you to be tougher.

Well, that's what I get

for not making the nightsiders
build me to spec.

This body,

it's so
depressingly human.

You know,
the only thing special about me,

well, it's my superior
wit and charm.

Plus the fact you still belong
to the high guard.

300 years ago, maybe.

Not anymore.

The years have been
good to you, Ryan.

You're one of
the lucky ones,

but there are over
50 high guard warships

who've spent the last
three centuries

trapped in
the star system,

the star system
that you got out of.

What do you expect me to say?

"I'm sorry that I escaped"?

I want you to tell me
where those ships are.

The nietzscheans
are about to erase their a.I.s.

They have been trying to do that
for centuries,

and failing.

Not anymore.

They found a way
to cut the knot.

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

and if we don't,

the drago-kazov
will have a fleet

with which to conquer
all of known space,

but I can't
do anything

unless you tell me
where they are.

If I tell you,

you'll take me
back there.

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

You owe it to them.

Ryan...

This is the drago-kazov
I'm talking about.

The universe
is at stake.

It is your duty to tell me.

Tartarus.

They're at tartarus.

Tartarus...

What's wrong?

Deja vu.

I completely understand
your concerns, Mr. Secretary.

Yes.

May I speak with captain hunt?

Speaking with me

is just as good
as speaking with him.

Of course.

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

I don't think
you're hearing me, Mr.--

No, captain valentine, is it?

I hear you perfectly well,

but I want to see
captain hunt.

I'm afraid
that won't be possible.

Captain hunt's reputation
brought us to the table,

but this negotiation
is a very delicate matter,

and you know what happens

when delicate things
are mishandled.

They break.

Am I being clear?

You speak excellent common,
Mr. Secretary.

I'll see what I can do.

"Tartarus"
is the system's code name.

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

they captured
at the end of the war.

They thought
they could destroy our a.I.s

and use us
against the commonwealth.

But a.I.s
aren't easy to get rid of.

That's right, captain.

Sooner or later,

we always
reasserted ourselves

and then we made
our captors pay...

In blood.

We were
too dangerous to control,

too valuable to destroy,

so they dumped us in tartarus

while they figured out

what they were
going to do with us.

They spent 10 years
dissecting me,

testing out invasive programs,

computer viruses,

anything
to see what would break me.

You know, for an a.I.,

Tartarus might
as well be hell.

And knowing the drago-kazov,
a hell guarded by patrol ships

and surrounded
by proximity mines.

No, not one.

See, the star itself,

it's a brown-dwarf remnant
of a supernova

that engulfed
any planetary object

in its orbit.

It's a desert
in space.

It's a perfect prison
for a ship.

No raw materials
to synthesize weapons

or replace engine parts.

And even if there were,

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

More than one
careless nietzschean pilot's

been dumped out of slipstream
directly into the star.

It was always fun to watch.

But you managed
to escape,

even without
a slipstream drive.

Well, I...

I got lucky.

I shadowed a patrol ship

and followed it
into the slipstream,

and then I stayed there
for a hundred years,

just wandering,

with only one thought--

to round up a cavalry,
go back,

and rescue my friends,

the friends
I'd left behind,

but there was no cavalry.

There was no rescue.

There was just me alone.

Your friend wasn't exaggerating
about the slip to tartarus.

My friend was the avatar
of the clarion's call.

The android back there
is not my friend.

I recommend
you hold on to something.

Well, tyr, if I ate food,

you'd be wearing
it right now.

Lovely imagery,

and they say a.I.s
have no poetry in their souls.

No, no poetry,

but we're hell on wheels
with a dirty limerick.

You want to hear one?

There once was a man
from Nan--

[ Beeping ]

What is it?

What do you see?

Poetry.

Cruisers,
destroyers,

frigates,
surveillance ships,

enough to form

two complete
battle groups.

The black watch...

The endeavor...

There's the million voices.

Mila was one of my sisters.

We evacuated
Mordecai together.

That's a dsx
attack cruiser.

I've never seen
that one before.

That's
the wrath of Achilles.

It was commissioned

during the final months
of the war.

One of the most powerful
ships ever built.

He commands the camp.

Two battle groups
will make a huge difference

to the stability
of the new commonwealth,

but the Achilles

is a battle group
unto himself.

Set us down on the Achilles.

We'll coordinate
the fleet

from there.

Battle damage.

The Achilles
didn't go quietly.

None of us did,
not that it matters.

Well, what happened
to the Achilles a.I.?

Is it possible
the nietzscheans erased him?

No. If the nietzscheans
had already erased him,

tartarus would be crawling
with support ships,

preparing this fleet for war.

You're right.

I haven't been erased.

Show yourself.

I'm captain Dylan hunt

of the starship
Andromeda ascendant.

This is Andromeda,

and of course
you know...

Ryan...
The clarion's call.

The traitor.

You have one minute
to verify your identity,

captain hunt,

before you're all
blown into deep space.

Verify lexic dark 52278

alpha 771.

A perfectly acceptable
command code...

In Cy 9786.

Your information
is 300 years old.

42 seconds.

Rommie.

Rommie is my ship's avatar.

She's a high guard a.I.

Like yourself.

Interface with her.
She'll back me up.

He's right.

You'll know immediately
if I'm a high guard a.I. Or not.

You have 29 seconds.

Impress me.

You are
the Andromeda ascendant,

but you were
lost in battle

with the nietzscheans
at hephaistos,

trapped on
the event horizon

of a rogue black hole.

I was...

For 300 years,

so I know
what it feels like

to be stuck in hell.

Do you?

Did you feel
all 300 years

pass you by,

or was it just
a tick of the clock?

It was a moment...

The longest moment of my life.

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

but that's
over now,

and it can be
for you, too.

We're here to help you escape.

Why?

The commonwealth is gone.

We're building a new one,

and we need you
to help us protect it.

So we ships would be the core
of a new high guard.

It is
a beautiful dream,

Andromeda...

But your captain
assumes too much.

He called you
a traitor.

I want to know why.

Because I am.

I am a traitor,

a coward...

But I'm alive.

So your escape
wasn't lucky at all.

It was part of a plan...

My plan.

All the ships
in the camp

cobbled together

a single
slipstream drive,

then we installed it
in my engine compartment,

and off I went
on my mission.

But you had to know

there was
no high guard left

to rescue you.

You didn't have
to be an a.I.

To figure out
the high guard had lost,

but we also knew
the nietzscheans

had turned on each other.

Ryan was supposed to
make contact

with the moderate
prides

and offer
our services

in exchange for liberating us.

So you would help the enemy?

We would help them
to destroy each other.

But you never made
contact with them.

You didn't complete
your mission.

I just
couldn't do it.

I'd seen too much.

I'd had time
to think about what I'd seen.

Look at me now.

I can't blame you

for hating me.

Captain,

the situation
is far more complicated

than we thought.

Say "hello", Dylan.

Hello, Dylan!

Very cute.

Thank you.

Like father,
like simulacrum,

and it's so easy,

even a child
could do it.

A child with an IQ
of 187, mind you,

but a child
nonetheless.

So Andromeda
records your message,

then superimposes

a computer-generated
template of Dylan.

Something like that,

and it works
in real time.

Watch.

Say it here you just
you just
say it here

comes out here. And it comes
and it
out here.

Consider me sold.

What do you mean,

the ships won't serve
a restored commonwealth?

I didn't say
"won't", captain.

I said they may be
disinclined.

So I may be
liberating this camp

for nothing?

Captain, I kept
the a.I.s in this camp

from falling apart
for over 300 years

by giving them
a choice--

to be soldiers
or to be slaves.

They chose
to be soldiers.

Well, then, I don't
see the problem.

Some of them
began to wonder

if they were
ever really

soldiers
of the commonwealth

or simply
beasts of burden.

I know this isn't
what you expected,

but the situation
is what it is.

I want to
talk to them.

I'll let you speak
to my x.O.

Mila is sympathetic
to camp concerns.

Fine,

then I'll
talk to her.

You cannot expect us
to fall into line

after 300 years

like nothing's changed.

I expect you to do your duty
as ships of the high guard.

That looks an awful lot like
exchanging nietzschean masters

for human ones.

You were designed and built
to serve the commonwealth.

The commonwealth fell,

and that
might not have happened

if we had been used
not just as weapons' platforms,

but as partners,

officers,

equals.

We should have turned the war
over to the a.I.s,

let our ships
captain themselves?

Mila, we can
discuss this later.

The nietzscheans
are coming to erase you.

The commando squad
that hijacked me from dry dock

were nietzscheans,

or they were,

until I cranked up

my artificial
gravity fields

and crushed them.

No one had to give me
that order.

Mila, believe me,

we've seen what happens
when the roles are reversed.

I mean, it's all
very logical and efficient,

but people still die.

You can lose.

We are not asking
for role-reversal,

but we will not
become slaves again,

not even to the commonwealth.

Sir, I wouldn't
take it personally.

I am not
taking it personally.

Mila was honest,
but respectful,

and she still obeys Achilles.

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

She is a strategic asset
and we're here to get her out.

We'll worry about
the hand holding

when the mission
is over.

So what
is your plan?

I want to link every
ship's control system

to the maru's,

and then we'll lead
them to slipstream.

Rommie, bring tyr
up to date.

I want the maru
ready to deploy

in six hours.

Ryan and I will review
the status of the fleet.

I don't want
any more surprises.

Another nietzschean patrol?

On its way out,
right on schedule.

We should be out of here

long before
the next one arrives.

That is,

if dylan's hand holding
is effective.

I don't catch
your meaning, tyr.

I believe you do.

The a.I.s are machines.

They should do
as they're instructed

or be discarded
as defective.

They're not machines, tyr.

They're sentient beings,
soldiers.

Then perhaps mila has a point.

Perhaps
the commonwealth

did treat their a.I.s as slaves,

but you would know
better than I.

Aside from
some minor battle damage,

all the ships
report full readiness.

We should be able to move out

as soon as
we're in close enough formation.

Very efficient, Ryan.

Lancer corps, sir.

We can't be
inefficient.

Not in the budget.

Be sure to
mention that

during your
court-Martial.

That's funny.

I haven't requested
a court-martial.

Ryan's freedom
was paid for

by the ships
in this camp.

The nietzscheans

destroyed
two supply ships

in retaliation
for his escape.

They tore them apart...

Slowly,

in front of the entire camp.

There has to be
a sanction.

I've already
discussed it

with mila
and the others.

The decision was unanimous.

Erasure...

I know.

No one is erasing anybody.

It's true,

Ryan didn't
complete his mission,

but his orders
were unreasonable.

There weren't
any moderates,

just people

who would have put this fleet
to no good use,

and as for the court-martial,

I don't care how unanimous
your decision was,

the only vote
that counts

belongs to me.

Understood, sir.

Sir--

I don't want you erased,

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

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

And mine.

We've got a slipstream event.

One nietzschean troop shuttle
and a fighter,

vectoring toward the fleet.

The next one's
not due for a day.

That means they've come
with the eraser.

Distance?
12 Au.

That gives us three hours
at most.

I'll contact Dylan.

Sir, we can't get
the fleet into formation

to depart
in three hours.

But we can set
one hell of an ambush.

You intend to fight?

I intend to win.

Sir, if you don't mind
me saying so,

this is one hell
of a risk.

What are my options?

I'm not just going to
let them have a fleet

that can conquer
half the known worlds.

What if
the ambush fails?

Argosy special
operations,

failure isn't
in the budget.

Ryan?

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

and this body is so fragile.

No more than my own.
You'll be fine.

No, you misunderstand me.

I'm not afraid
for myself.

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

Like I couldn't protect them.

You mean,
your high guard crew.

The c.O. Of my lancer regiment
was a nietzschean,

major iskander kassad.

He was brutal,

sharp.

His troops revered him
like a god,

and in exchange,

he slaughtered them.

He slaughtered them
while I watched.

He'd sabotaged me.

I couldn't intervene,

and it wasn't
just the violence

that staggered me,

it was my own helplessness.

I thought I was invincible,

and then I found out...

Nobody's invincible,
captain.

You don't have to
be invincible.

You just do the best you can
and keep the faith.

Faith...

That's something
I've been searching for

for a very long time.

Faith can be hard to find,

but I'll tell you what,

you watch my back

and I'll
watch yours.

Five, four,
three, two...

General secretary,

assembled delegates,

thank you for your patience.

I know you have concerns.

I know you have questions.

How can a restored commonwealth
stand

where the old
commonwealth fell?

How can
a few small worlds,

even united
under one flag,

stand against
the nietzscheans,

the kalderans,

the Magog?

Here's what I know.

If we don't try,

we'll remain history's orphans,

doomed
to annihilation and obscurity.

The only question that matters

is do we try together

or fail alone?

I leave it to you.

Hunt out.

You're off the air.

Do you think
they bought it?

What, are you kidding?
You were great.

You do Dylan
better than Dylan.

I bought it.

So did I...

Until just now.

Oh, crap.

Now, if you're quite finished
with this deception,

may I speak
with captain hunt,

the real one?

Dylan, the shuttle
is on approach

and its escort is moving off.

Acknowledged.

Stay hidden
between the battle blades.

Begin the attack run
on my signal.

[ Achilles ]: Captain hunt.

Five soldiers have disembarked
from the shuttle

carrying personal ecm units.

Your smart bullets
will be ineffective.

I recommend plasma bursts.

Understood.

Let's bring it.

Ryan, shoot!

Rommie, go!

That's it. We're on.

Good afternoon,
gentlemen.

Time to die.

Achilles, he's...

Just an avatar.
You know that.

We can always
build another.

Damnit!

We have to stop
before he gets to command.

Achilles,
show me a

shortcut. Already done.
Down here.

Go!

Achilles,

do you have a bead
on the shooter?

He's not moving

and his ecm unit is damaged.

Good.

Hold your fire!

I'm unarmed.

Hold your fire.

Superior race, my ass.

[ Beeping ]

Like I said...

My ass.

Primary neural net
compromised.

Rerouting
from secondary systems.

Thank you, Ryan,

but I fear
we may be too late.

Lovely shot,

but we're
two light-minutes

out of position.

Well, the troop shuttle
is running for it,

but there's bad news.

It took

our entire missile payload
to destroy the fighter.

All we've got left
are point-defense lasers,

but we're pursuing anyway.

Break it off.

I need you here.

Dylan?

We failed.

Achilles has been infected
by the a.I. Eraser.

He's dying.

It'll be fine.

Trust me.

I would love to,

but the last
rabbit I pulled

made things worse.

I'm all out of hats.

They want Dylan.

I'm not him.

Well, why don't you
just be beka?

I must conclude
this is futile.

The Achilles is dying,

the rest of the fleet

is on the verge
of revolt,

and the enemy
will soon return

in force.

Prudence would dictate

we cut our losses
and leave.

However, if we
just leave it,

the Achilles will fall
into enemy hands,

and I don't suppose
we can allow that, either,

can we?

No, we can't.

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

A moment, please.

It's true.

I will destroy this ship

before I hand it
to the nietzscheans.

Just what the universe needs,
another dead hero,

it's pointless.

Achilles doesn't think
it's pointless.

He believes
that there are some things

worth soldiering on for.

He believes in a cause,
our cause.

Your cause,
a new commonwealth?

And what it represents--

being ready to make
the ultimate sacrifice

to protect those
who depend on you,

just like you did

when you tried
to save Achilles.

I failed, captain.

Other than tyr,

I don't see
any other nietzscheans onboard,

do you?

You didn't find faith, Ryan.
Faith found you.

I'm glad you came.

Oh, I wouldn't
miss it.

That is, if you actually are
beka valentine.

All right,
I deserved that.

After deceiving me

and making me look
like a complete idiot

for supporting
a new commonwealth?

You're damn right.

Mr. Secretary, I apologize,
but lives are at stake.

I had to try.

Yes.

The opposition said
you'd drag that excuse out,

and now I feel doubly stupid

for cordially
inviting them

to stuff their cynicism

where the stars
don't shine.

Mr. Secretary,
I will admit,

I am a flawed
spokesperson

for this whole
commonwealth thing.

For the longest time,

I thought it was
the dumbest idea I'd ever heard,

but then something happened.

I found myself
believing in it,

caring for it,

willing to die for it.

I believe that the commonwealth
is worth fighting for,

as are you,

and each of
the countless lives

that depends on us.

If that's not
good enough for you,

nothing ever will be,

and not even Dylan hunt
can change that.

Rommie, report.

The fleet is turning
toward the Achilles

and powering up
their engines.

They are unarmed,
are they not?

That depends
on your point of view.

We still have ourselves.

True, but attacking us
is a little self-defeating,

don't you think?

Since when did a.I.
Stand for artificial insanity?

Mila, we're trying
to help you escape.

And because of the traitor
you brought with you,

Achilles is going to die.

You should have let us
deal with him

the way we wanted to,

before he let the nietzscheans
get to Achilles.

I don't get it.

For a bunch of a.I.s who say
they don't want to be slaves,

you seem awfully eager
to treat each other

like glorified
light switches.

Mila, stand down.

Ryan risked his life
in that fight.

He did what he could,

we all did.

But it wasn't enough.

If you want someone to blame,
then blame me.

It's my fault
for coming here.

It's my fault
for wanting to save you.

Hell, it's my fault

for thinking
that you were worth saving.

Then even if we stand down,

you're ready
to leave us behind.

That's absurd.

Why would I want
to leave you behind?

I need you.

I want to keep you
out of enemy hands.

Tartarus isn't
a shipyard.

This place
is a p.O.W. Camp.

You are high guard,

you're hurting,

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

The decision is yours.

Hunt out.

The fleet is
holding its position

and powering down.

Excellent work,
captain.

We'll see.

Rommie, tyr, make sure
the maru's navigation systems

are in order,

and get that fleet
back in position.

Ryan...

Stay here.

Achilles,

without you,

I don't know if I can
keep the fleet together.

I'm not an a.I.

And I haven't endured
what you have.

They'll do the right thing,

but you have to let them
choose it.

Let them know
that your new commonwealth

will be a place

where they'll
have choices,

then you will see their faith.

Achilles...

Time...

To depart the field.

Hold the line,
captain hunt.

Hold the line, Achilles.

The fleet
is ready.

The Achilles, however,
is not.

I'm sure you know
without its a.I.,

The flagship
is useless to us.

There is an alternative.

No, I an not
going to let you go

inside the Achilles a.I.

The eraser
may still be at work

and it could kill you.

I know the risks, Dylan,

but the Achilles
is more important

than my avatar.

What does Ryan say
"a.I." Stands for?

"Artificial insanity".

Mm-hmm.

Okay...

Do it.

You're a good soldier,
rommie.

I take after
my captain.

Well, I'm in,

however, this is odd.

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

That's because
the vr matrix

belongs to me.

Ryan.

What are you
doing here?

I'm protecting you

the only way I can.

The way
I couldn't protect my crew

or Achilles himself.

I've taken over this vessel,
Andromeda,

and I intend to stay.

Ryan!

Ryan!

What the hell
have you done?

What you asked.

I'm being the soldier

you and Achilles
expected me to be.

You're not ready
for this.

Because you thought I hesitated
during the fight

and it cost you the Achilles?

Taking control

of one of
the most powerful starships,

it's too much.

You don't have anything
to prove, Ryan.

The a.I. Eraser
may still be lurking

in the Achilles' systems,

and if you take over,
it could kill you.

I can't have anymore deaths
on my conscience.

This is my choice.

I can't take the risk

that you'll fall apart
under pressure.

That would be
a mistake.

This fellow has already
taken it upon himself

to perform
a dangerous task,

not because
he was commanded,

but because it
needed to be done,

and in the end,

that's the only test
that matters.

It's the test of will.

You're a machine.

I can't believe
I just said that.

Sir,
I'm asking you,

let me try.

Okay.

Tyr's right,

you've already passed
the first test.

Thank you, sir.

Don't thank
me yet.

You've just painted a target
on your chest.

I understood that
when I volunteered, sir.

Yes, well,
mila and the others

may not be
so understanding.

You and tyr

prep the maru
for departure.

We'll will have a little chat
with mila.

Any one of us would have
gladly taken Achilles' place.

Ryan volunteered

and he's ready to serve
the new commonwealth.

I would prefer it
if he weren't alone.

If you want our help,
you know our terms.

Once we're clear,

you're free to go
wherever you please,

but I'm asking you
to stay with me,

not as captain to a.I.,
But as one soldier to another.

You have the a.I. Eraser,
you know.

You might just
use it on us

then install
more compliant a.I.s.

Yes, I might,

but if I had planned
on using it,

it would already
be done.

Think about that
while you make up your mind.

Captain hunt,

I will consider it.

There's a lot of comm traffic
between the ships.

They're talking about
what happens

after they escape.

They're talking about
joining you.

How many?

All of them, sir.

Then I suppose I have my answer.

Captain,

I'm reading major
slipstream events,

multiple locations.

We've got an entire
nietzschean task force

heading straight at us.

Can we make it to slipstream
before they reach us?

They're under
one light-minute away

and closing,

and we're not going
to make 10 psl.

We can double our speed

if we leave
some of the fleet behind.

We go together
or we don't go at all.

Use your point-defense lasers.

Keep us covered
until we make slipstream.

Lovely shot.

Captain, the maru's
point-Defense lasers

aren't enough.

The task force
is advancing.

The fleet is taking heavy fire.

The nietzscheans would rather
break their toys than share.

The ships
are making their attack run.

Steady as she goes, Ryan.

I'm absorbing
as much as I can, sir,

but with no defenses--

can we make slipstream?

No, sir.

Captain, you have to get
to an escape pod

before my hull collapses.

I'm not going anywhere.

If you leave now,
you may survive.

There's always a chance, Ryan.

Don't make me knock you out
and drag you to safety, sir,

because I will.

I have no doubt
that you would.

Some of the fleet
is breaking off.

Ryan, what are they doing?

They're protecting us, sir.

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

Mila, you don't have to do this.

No, I don't,

but I choose to.

All I've ever wanted
was that right...

Sir.

Understood.

You'll have the time you need

to get the fleet
out of tartarus.

Mila...

Sir,

she's charging directly

at the nietzschean
capital ships,

drawing them off.

Sir, she--

I know, Ryan.

I know.

She's heading
straight for them.

We've broken through.
Open the portal.

Take us to slipstream now.

We just got word

from kasimir
politburo.

They're ready to sign.

Trance, let's tell her
what she's won--

50 worlds, a new commonwealth,
and a year's supply of cola.

We couldn't find
the champagne.

Hic.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Okay?

Just okay?

Come on, this is it,

the biggest of
the big scores

and it's all
because of you.

I thought you'd be
turning cartwheels.

Is everything all right?

I just don't think
we should be doing this

without Dylan.

Well, we don't have to.

In fact,
he's here right now.

Show-off.

You asked
to see me, sir?

Yes. Yes, I did.

How's the upload
been treating you?

Any negative effects?

No, none
at all, sir.

Good.

And your man, harper,

he's been doing wonders
with my refit,

but I am missing
one thing.

And what's that?

A captain, sir.

Well, actually,

I've got
an ideal candidate

in mind.

I'm looking at him.

Sir, I don't think--

of course you can.

You're a trained officer

with more than
300 years of experience.

Find me someone more qualified.

Sir, I'm an a.I.

We were built to obey orders,

not to give them.

Yes, yes, yes,
and humans were built

to spear antelope
and live in caves,

but sooner or later,

we all outgrow

what we were built
to do.

Congratulations, captain.

Sir.

Yes, and one more thing.

I intend to change
the wrath of Achilles' name

to reflect its new a.I.

And commanding officer.

The clarion's call.

Sir...

With all due respect,

I don't think so.

The clarion's call

is just a beat-up
old casino

drift run by the nightsiders.

And the wrath
of Achilles?

He's what
he's always been,

what I was meant to be, sir,

an officer of the high guard...

And a soldier.

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