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Warning. AP Valve Malfunction
in the Reactor Chamber.

Repeat. AP Valve Malfunction
in the Reactor Chamber.

Bleed off excess anti-protons!

Initiate emergency venting!

Initiating.

Fifteen seconds to overload.

Twelve seconds.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Surprise!

Happy Birthday

We got you! Oh,
did we get him.

Look at his face.
OK, you see that?

*That* is why you don't

tell him a week
ahead of time.

Who put you
up to this?

Harper overrode my
emergency protocols.

He said it was
necessary for the gag.

What's the matter?

Didn't they have surprise
parties in the High Guard?

Somehow they found
a less stressful setup

than reactor meltdown.

Blow out the candles! Now!

There's so many of them.

We've included
the three 303 years

you spent
frozen in time.

But don't worry. You don't
look a day over two hundred.

Thank you.
Sometimes I feel like it.

I think I'm gonna
need some help here.

Ready?

One.

Two.

Three.

May your next year bring
you wisdom and kindness.

... smoke detectors ...

- I hate them, too.
- What's that?

Birthdays.

Every year there's
more of them

behind and
fewer ahead.

Andromeda says
you spent your last

birthday on, uh,
Tarn Vedra.

It was at a ski resort

in the Avarix
Mountains with Sarah.

Dinner cost a
Nightsider's ransom.

I still can't believe
I know someone

who's been to
the Homeworld.

It's like having seen Atlantis.

Tarn Vedra's no myth.
I was born there.

My mother was a
High-G shuttle pilot,

my father worked at
the Imperial Gardens.

And I...

I grew up in the a human
quarter of Bishana Tarn.

The architecture,
the museums,

every day it
was like walking

through ten thousand
years of history.

And now,
well now it's...

now there's not a single
slipstream route left

connecting Tarn Vedra
to the rest of the universe.

It might as well
be locked up

- in a steel box.
- Yeah.

A steel box.

A steel box with no key.

What's going on?

Happy Birthday!

I...I'll just show
you how to do it.

It's a little sticky.

Here you go.

Slipstream routes.

A key.

The map to Tarn Vedra.

Happy birthday, Dylan.

You're going home.

The long night has come.

The Systems Commonwealth,

the greatest civilization
in history, has fallen.

But now one ship,
one crew,

have vowed to
drive back the night

and rekindle the
light of civilization.

On the Starship Andromeda
hope lives again.

It's a lovely gesture, Beka.

But you can't get
to Tarn Vedra

from here,
from anywhere.

No one's found a viable
slip-route to the Vedran

homeworld since the
Commonwealth fell.

Ye of little faith.

Do you remember
when Harper

and Trance stole
the, uh...?

Acquired...

...Acquired

the diary of Hasturi,
the mad Perseid?

Ah, yes.
The only sentient

to reach Tarn
Vedra since the fall.

Or so he claimed.

Hey, believe it or not,

I actually read that thing.

The crap I went
through to get that,

and it's total
gibberish.

Steer by the glow
of the Cyclops' eye?

It's half mystical
mumbo-jumbo,

half putrid poetry,
and half bad math.

That's three halves.

Like I said,
bad math.

To you, maybe.
But you're not a pilot.

Prune away all
this bad poetry,

and you get this.

The road to Tarn Vedra.

Chapter one, verse one.

I set a course for the swan
palace of lapis and gold.

The Capella system.

A binary star,

one blue, one yellow.

Lapis and gold.

It's all here.

From Capella to
Algareb to Seginus.

All the way to
Tarn Vedra in

forty-six easy steps.

Slow down, Moses.

Hardly easy.

This trail bisects
a stellar nursery.

And it passes within

twenty AU of a
collapsing quasar.

Not to mention
negotiating around the

twin cores of the
Andromeda galaxy.

Hasturi knew that
all the normal routes

had been destroyed, so...

he explored all the
abnormal ones.

Well, he certainly
picked some beauties.

Think of the
shipyards.

Imagine all the
new parts

just waiting for
Andromeda.

And what would
contacting

the Vedran
homeworld

do for a reunited
Commonwealth?

This could light a fire
under our whole crusade.

It's dangerous, Beka.

Yeah.

Maybe it is
dangerous. But...

someone once told me

that nothing worth
doing is easy.

Hello, Tyr.
What do you want?

Command codes for
the Eureka Maru.

As in my ship?

Awww...

did you wake
up insane,

or was it a
slow onset?

I've given it some
considerable thought,

and I've decided
that this quest

of yours is
wrong-headed

and most likely
to prove fatal.

So if it's all the
same to you,

I prefer to wait it
out on this...

vessel,

and

if you survive,
you can pick me up

and tell me all
about Tarn Vedra.

And here I
thought you cared.

I care enough not
to want to watch you

and Dylan and the rest

kill yourselves on
some fools' crusade.

Tyr,

do I strike you as
some sort of

starry-eyed dreamer?

No.

In fact, most
of the time,

you're admirably
self-interested.

Well.

This is most
of the time.

Wake up, Tyr.

You think I'm
going to Tarn

Vedra for the
art galleries?

That planet
was not only

the seat of
government,

it was also the
home base for the

Commonwealth's military...

including its
arms depots.

Lovely.

So,

the situation
presents some

interesting possibilities.

Now,

you wake up.

No one's reached
Tarn Vedra

in three hundred years,

and better pilots than
you have died trying.

There are no better
pilots than me.

Arms depots, eh?

I knew that'd
get your attention.

Andromeda,

do we have
any nanobots

that can, uh,
eat metal?

Really big chunks
of metal. Like, uh...

I dunno, say...

underground
vaults, maybe?

Have you considered
the possibility

that the Vedrans

might not
want you to

loot their home?

And have you
considered the possibility

that they may not
even be there anymore?

For all we know, the
place could be abandoned...

ripe for the pickin's.

And besides, it's not,
uh, looting.

It's, uh, gleaning.

There's a very
fine line

between gleaning
and pillaging.

I believe one
draws that line

with a laser saw.

I fear there is
one possibility

everyone is overlooking
in this mad dash

for wealth and glory.

Vedrans

are a very powerful
and ancient race.

They conquered
known space,

and they tamed it.

What if Tarn Vedra

was not cut off

from the
slipstream at all?

What if

they cut
themselves off?

And what if

they don't want
to be found?

Beka.

Beka, are you in here?

Whoa! Sorry. I didn't
realize you were uh...

No. No, it's fine,
I was done.

Have you made a
decision, Dylan?

Oh yes! Right.

Right! Um...

Look, look, uhhh...

Do you really think
that you can do this?

I wouldn't've
volunteered

if I didn't think I
could pull it off.

Yeah, well, see.
You know, I was

I was checking
your figure...

I mean, the...
your FIGURES, and um...

Seventy percent
of our transit time

would be in the
slipstream itself.

And that's
psychologically

exhausting under
ideal conditions,

and these routes that
you're talking about

it's gonna be
hard on the pilot.

I mean, on ANY pilot.

I mean, look what
it did to Hasturi.

But Hasturi
was a Perseid.

They're all
twitchy obsessive

compulsives to
begin with.

He was probably
crazy before he started.

Look, Dylan,
I can do this.

I know I can.

Nothing worth doing...

Okay.

Let's give it a shot.
Report to command.

Oh, take your time.

I mean...
as you were.

Hey!

You think it's on
Tarn Vedra, don't you?

- The Engine of...
- Seamus, Ix-Nay.

Right. Right.
But it's there, isn't it?

Maybe. We'll see.

The face of the Divine.

Come again?

The Andromeda Galaxy.

If the universe is a
manifestation of the Divine,

could not the
slipstream

be the very
mind of God?

Well, if that's
the case,

I'm afraid God
had a seizure

and forgot all
about Tarn Vedra.

And here comes God's
little brain surgeon.

Beka!

Some humility, please!

Yeah, I tried that once.

I didn't like it.

Like they say,

in slipstream,
confidence is everything.

Apparently.

All right, Beka.

Let's do this.

Transiting to slipstream
in three. Two. One.

Welcome to Capella.

Hello, Capella.

Goodbye, Capella.

Hello and goodbye, Algareb.

On screen.
Full magnification.

That's the Seginus System.

Or as Hasturi put it,

the Sockets of
Twelve Ax-Handles.

Ten down,
thirty-six to go.

She is a remarkable pilot.

And you're surprised?

Hey, I'm choosy about
who I work for, you know.

So am I.

Ten jumps, no waiting.
Good work, Beka.

It was a snap.

For you, maybe, but
Rev looks like hell, and...

Well, worse than
he normally does

and even I'm
feeling the strain.

I think we'll rest
here in normal space

- for a while.
- What? And break our momentum?

No, I'm fi...
Look! I...Look!

Tarn Vedra's been lost
for three hundred years.

We do not have to
find it this morning.

Go.

Going.

So, where are we now?

That's Epsilon Bel.
It's an X-Ray pulsar.

See how she
blinks on and off?

Hasturi called that the
eye of the blinded Cyclops.

Hasturi makes a
lot of references

to the ancient Earth
epic, the Odyssey.

Except when
he confuses

his Vedrans
with his centaurs,

and then he just
veers right off of Homer

and starts quoting
Einstrom Becksman.

The Hawks of Scaroth.

Majestic.

If you like beheadings.

I'm beginning to think
this may actually work.

Oh, I see.

So you doubted
me up 'til now?

Beka, you wound me.

I doubt you never.

Wiseguy.

Yes!

Whoo!

OK, whatever that was,
I know it wasn't good.

Beka?

It's ok.
It's all under control.

Polymer web.

We certainly are.

Andromeda, determine
our exact location.

I know our location.

We're in between
Scylla and Charybdis.

Halfway between
Andromeda galaxy's two cores.

And the twin black
holes at their centers.

Tell you what.

Let's skip the
formalities

and move on to our
next destination, ok?

Aye-aye.

Sorry.

Damn it!

And that would mean
there's a problem.

I can't find the way
into slipstream.

It's like the
entire area

is a gravitational riptide.

I think we're stuck.

OK, Harper, dazzle me.

We are here.

On your left will
be a black hole

we'll call, say,
uh, "rock".

And on your right,

one we'll call
"hard place".

Now, for those of you
who are feeling a little torn,

the, uh, mass of
your average

galactic core
super-black hole...

is equal to about a
hundred million suns.

And we are trapped
jam smack dab

right between
two of 'em.

So, you can
forget about

finding a
slipstream portal.

One wrong move,

and we are talking
entire planets

being ripped to
molecular shreds.

I can get us out.

If I can just find
the sweet spot

between the two
gravitational cores,

they'll neutralize
each other.

"IF" being the
operative word.

Theoretically, Dylan,
she is correct.

And if we're off
course by even

a few kilometers,
we're history.

We both knew the risks
when we started out.

I can do this.

I'm not doubting
you, Beka. I'm just

looking to
maximize the odds.

Harper,

I want you to optimize
the control interface.

and see if you can eke
a better performance

out of the
slipstream drive.

Rommie, work out worse
case scenarios. And you...

take a break.

You're exhausted
and I need you sharp.

- I'm fine.
- It's not a debate.

Beka?

Trance?

Trance, I didn't know
you were in here.

Yeah. Yeah.

It's just...

all that time
in slipstream

really gives me
a headache.

Wouldn't you be
more comfortable in

Andromeda's
crew quarters?

I guess so.
It's just

you know, my
favorite plants are here

and it kinda feels like
my bed.

Is that silly?

Nope. I know exactly
what you mean.

You know, you
look kind of tired.

Maybe you should
take a nap, too.

Instant nap.
Just add water.

Oh.

- Are you sure? Because...
- Trance, stop.

I know what I'm doing.

Everything's gonna
be fine, okay?

I don't, um...
I don't,

I'm not..
feeling.. good.

Trance?

I can't explain it.

Perhaps it's our proximity
to the galactic core.

Radiation, gravitational flux,

the tidal forces of
those twin singularities...

Rev! Spill it.

Trance's physiology
is as alien

as anything I
have ever seen.

Whatever energy
flow she has is fading

rapidly.

Beka, I'm afraid
we're losing her.

Let me sit with
her for a minute.

You go pray for a
speedy recovery

or whatever it
is you do.

Divine compassion is stronger
medicine than you know.

I will go pray for her.

Andromeda, give us
a minute, please.

Privacy mode engaged.

What are you doing?

Trance, you're up.

What are you doing
with the medicine?

Acetylcholine,

neurostimulant?
You're making flash?

I know what I'm doing.

Trance, I have to
get us out of here.

But flash...

will boost my
reaction time

and help me anticipate
changes in the stream.

It's what it
was made for.

But you can't do that.

It's so bad for you.

No.

No, I'll be fine.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I'll take care of everything,
Trance. I promise.

Let's get you
back to bed.

Status?

The tidal forces of the

galactic core are
still too strong.

We need to go
a little further

before we can
enter slipstream.

Steady as she goes.
Maximum PSL.

Hey, Dylan.

Hi, Beka.

How's Trance?

Not great.

But I'm better.

All I needed
was a catnap.

I'm impressed.

Well, don't be.

I'm the one
that got us

in this predicament
in the first place.

The least I can do
is get us out.

Just make sure
that we're

clear of the core
before you stream.

You're telling
me to tip-toe

back out of here.
I can do that.

I will do that.

Don't break my ship.

We're clear.

We're clear.

- Stream away.
- Stream away.

Trance! Trance!

Trance! Oh, you're awake.

Thank the Divine.

Good work, Beka.

You have my thanks.
That was very impressive.

It was nothin'.

No, I mean it.

Suddenly you could
do no wrong.

We didn't even

upgrade the equipment

or recalibrate the controls.

Oh, I see.

So you get pilot error,
but you have no room

for pilot excellence.

Can't you just accept
the fact that I'm good?

Maybe just as good as
Captain Terrific himself?

Excuse me?

Sorry. Sorry, I'm stressed.

Tell you what.

Why don't we just

stay here in normal
space for a while and

let Andromeda give
you a spell. OK?

Yeah. Yeah.

A break will
do me good.

Gives me a chance to
maybe read the little mystery.

Hey!

My guys bled for that!

My score!

Hey, Beka!

Mind telling me what
that was all about?

Sorry.

I am sorry. I uh...
You're right. I- I- I...

I've been pushing
myself too hard.

I really need a break.

Damn right you do.
You've been

slip-piloting for 16
hours nonstop.

No one can keep
up that pace.

Yeah. I can.
I can do it. Dylan,

I... I was born
in the slipstream.

I can do this.

It's just, uh...

It's exactly what you said.
I uh, I need a break.

I need a break
and it'll be...

I'll be fine.
You'll see. You'll see.

Boss?

I just wanted
to come by

and tell you I have
the utmost, uh...

confidence in your
ability to...

What in the name of
the Vedran Empress?!?

Walk away.
You were never here.

You're doing flash.

I don't believe it. Flash?

Beka, come on.

You know what that
stuff does to people.

People kill over that stuff

their family and friends.

Did you know that
82% of people

on prison planets
are flash addicts?

Do you know what?
They tell you that

kind of stuff just
to scare you.

Sure. To scare
you out of

killing your
neighbors.

Look, I'm not
gonna pretend

this crap is
good for me.

I know first-hand
what flash can...

I'm using miniscule doses.

For a limited time.

It's medicine,
and it's working.

You saw, you heard
what Dylan said.

If it's such
good medicine,

why don't you
tell Dylan?

Because Dylan is Dylan.

Dylan wouldn't cheat
on his FTA dues.

Besides, it's none
of his business

what I put in
my bloodstream.

Fine.

It's your brain. But...

I don't like to see
you like this, Rebecca.

I'm just trying to help.

Then leave.

Then just leave. Leave!

And let me do my job!

You know, Harper,

I've saved your skin before,

and I'll save it again.

But you have got
to get off my back

or so help me,

I could drop you back
on the trash heap

where I found you!

Okay.

Beka! Did you
have a good rest?

I've had an epiphany.

Rommie,

diagram our last
nine transits.

Processing.

Hasturi called that
the Belt of Orion.

Uhhh...

Orion is in the
Milky Way.

We're two million
light-years from there.

Yes! But Hasturi was a lunatic!.
The point...!

The point is,

we're back on track.

I can still get us
to Tarn Vedra.

Beka, that route
takes us within

five light-minutes of a
charged plasma nebula.

The Black Goat with a
Thousand Young. Yeah, yeah.

And I'll have us out of
there in one hot second.

Not good enough.

Rommie, plot a course
back to the galactic fringe.

What?

Umm?

Did you hear me?

I..I just finished saying we
don't have to turn around.

I can do it.

I can get us there
in twelve transits.

Ten!

Uh, boss? I uh...
I... umm....

I abstain.

Beka, I appreciate
your dedication,

and I have confidence
in your abilities,

but I don't
buy your math.

You can't finesse a
risk/benefit ratio.

I agree.

The dangers significantly
outweigh the potential rewards.

OK, I expect this
kind of thing

from Mr. Self
Preservation, here.

But you!

Dylan, I thought
you had guts.

You're under a
lot of strain,

which is why I've
cut you a lot of slack.

But I think it's time
you left the bridge

and went back to
your quarters, now.

Is that an order,
Captain, My Captain?

Oh, I forgot.

Actually, you're not a
real captain, uh,

are you?

There's no High Guard!

There's no
commissioned officers.

Who around here is an

*actual* captain?

Don't tell me,
let me guess.

Uhh...
Just uh...

It's coming to me
it's coming to me.

Let's see...
that would be, uh, *me*!

That's enough!

This is my ship,

and when you're
on my ship,

you will comport yourself

like the captain
you claim to be!

Reasoning with her
will do little good.

She's under the influence
of mind-altering drugs.

- What?
- What?!? Heh.

Says who, Uber?

Captain Valentine,

I can hear your
heartbeat racing.

I can see the sheen of

perspiration and smell
the adrenaline fueling it.

Tell me,

did you think that
Nietzschean vision

would be unable
to distinguish

between a human cornea

and a contact lens?

Beka, flash?

What are you..
Are you insane?

What?
it's not what you.

Everybody needs it.
Besides!...

I thought you made
your own rules,

Mr. Beyond Good and Evil.

This hasn't a thing
to do with good or evil.

Drugs create dependency.

Dependency is weakness,
and weakness is death.

Tyr, you could've
told me earlier.

It was working.

And Mr. Harper, I'm sure
you were well aware.

She's flash-fried

- and freeze-dried.
- You're gonna pay for this Harper!

Beka, you are
relieved of duty.

What?

Now give it to me.

Who's gonna fly you

out of this mess
if not me?

I'm your best pilot.

You should be thankful that
I can't court-martial you.

Now give me
the bottle.

Fine.

Catch.

Sorry.

Brace for slipstream!

Medical alert.
Patient condition critical.

Tyr,

escort Captain
Valentine to V-deck.

That's the last time I go
to the mat for you guys!

Dependency is weakness,
weakness is death.

You know what, Tyr?

You know what?
I got two words for you...

Uh, anabolic...
uh, steroids!

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

You're Mr. Pure and
Natural, aren't you?

Yeah. You're uh...

too good for human
women, that's for sure.

Beka, is there
anything you need?

Yeah... a door key.

I was thinking more along
the lines of a light supper.

Food? No!
No, uh...

Maybe water.
Or maybe a lemonade.

Yeah! Yeah, yeah.

A lemonade would be great.

I'll see what I can do.

Ok. I'll be right here.

OK, Andromeda.
Give me what you can.

Come on.

Yeah, I know.

Trance?

Welcome back...

At least...

one of my patients
is improving.

Who else is sick?

Beka. She...

Took flash.

I saw her stealing
the ingredients.

I tried to stop her.

You must not blame
yourself for Beka's actions.

Then neither can you.

Well, I...
I never said I was.

No, you didn't.

But you thought it.
I know you, Rev.

You always try to
say the right thing so

people will see
things the right way,

and then they'll
always end up

making the
right choices.

Yes,

I suppose I do.

Sometimes, you just
have to allow people

to make the mistakes
they need to make.

Thank you.

My hair hurts.

You are withdrawing
from a very powerful drug.

It's bound to be
uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable?

Rev, every nerve
ending is on fire.

My skull is two
sizes too small.

I want to rip my skin
off with my fingernails.

I was thinking...

maybe it would
be better

to taper off slowly,
you know? Safer.

I just need you to get
me a couple of drops.

I promise.
I promise, just a taste.

Beka,

this will not
end your pain.

It will merely
postpone it.

It's funny.

I'm always the one
that has it all together.

But right now, I just...

I just feel shattered
into a million pieces.

I have always believed

the Divine loves us best

at the broken times.

Well, I'm a pilot.

And no one ever
loved me best

for screwing up.

Everything's redlining, boss.

If I give the engines any
more power, they'll explode.

Okay, let's bring it.

Brace for slipstream everyone.

This isn't going to be fun.

- Nicely done.
- Whew!

That unfamiliar
sound you hear

is me exhaling
with relief.

You took us
fifteen light years

from the
gravity well.

We've almost
cleared the core.

Why are we headed
toward Tarn Vedra?

I thought you
wanted to turn back.

I do.

I was heading in the
opposite direction.

That wasn't me.

The ship transited
all by itself.

Joke's on you, Sparky.

Five more jumps.
Five more jumps, Sparky!

And we're home free.

Tyr, report.

Give me a
plasma cannon

some shaped-charges,

I'll have her out of
there in five minutes.

And if you spook her,
she could drop us

right into a
supernova.

We have to find
another way.

What I want to know is
how my security system

was fooled into thinking
command had been

destroyed in battle.

It's the only
way she could

control me from
the slipstream core.

Uhhh.....

Well.

Rommie, you remember
when we first met you?

When you tried
to highjack me?

Yes, Harper,
I remember it well.

You were open salvage!

Besides, we didn't
know there'd be any

High Guard
leftovers on board.

No offense, Dylan.

You installed
overrides to bypass

Andromeda's
security system.

Overrides which you
said you disconnected!

Overrides which,
if memory serves,

and it always does,

you disconnected under
my personal supervision!

OK, so maybe I didn't

disconnect every
single little override.

I mean, we had
only met you.

Dylan was all very
impressive, and uh...

for the most part
we were buying

this restore the
Commonwealth game,

but uh...

for all we knew, he
coulda been some whacko

trying to take us on
some insane quest.

Yeah. Yeah, like
finding Tarn Vedra.

OK, so we're paranoid.

So sue us.

We needed a Plan B.
You always have a Plan B.

Yes, but my
Plan B's work.

Hey, Beka, it's Dylan.

If you're trying to
bypass security, forget it.

No, no. I just uh...
I just want to talk.

Sorry, I'm just a
little busy right now.

I have to smooth out
this interface a titch.

You want some help?

Yeah! Yeah,
that's a great idea.

Why don't you
just come on in

and you can take over.

You can turn us around
and scamper on home.

Oh, so you're still trying
to get to Tarn Vedra.

What do you think,
Dylan? I uh...

I'm gonna get you
a birthday present

and then just
take it back?

"I'm sorry, Rocket."

"I needed it."

"But I'll get you
another one."

"I promise."

Who called you Rocket?

Like you don't know.

Pretend I don't.

Look, I'm not
my father, ok?

I'm not an addict.
I can stop any time I want.

Then why don't you?

Because I made a promise.

And this Valentine
keeps her promises.

Now, excuse me,...

I've got work to do.

Damn it!

Boss, she cut the comm link.

Then find a way around it.
Andromeda, status.

Beka's last heading
is taking us too close

to the quasar.

I can't even activate
the neutrino dampers

with her re-routing the helm.

You have to get
her out of there.

Beka!

Hey, Dylan.

Fancy meeting you here.

You have to
turn around.

Getting to Tarn
Vedra is not

worth sacrificing
my ship.

Give up? Uh-uh. No.

Not me.
I don't give up.

I may not be good
for much, but...

you can always count
on me to keep my word.

You've got nothing to prove!
You're one of the best

- starship pilots I-
- What?

You call that
slagheap a starship?

Frankly, I think it's a miracle
you keep it flying at all.

I know.

And if I can get that
bucket of bolts to fly,

just imagine what I can
do with the Andromeda.

I can get you all
the way home!

Beka, my home
died a long time ago.

Radiation level
exceeding safety limits.

Access code Zelazney
Seven-Four-Niner!

Beka, let him go!

Ah, you bastard!

You're just like
the rest of 'em!

You'll say anything to
get what you want!

You know me
better than that.

I want to help you.

Oh, crap!

You want to ditch me.

You want to ... me.

Beka, look at yourself!
Look!

Look what you've become!

Beka,

I'm trying to stop you
from killing yourself.

I've lost four
thousand people

from my original crew.
Four thousand!

And I will
be damned

if I'm gonna
lose one more.

Not like this, Beka.

Not like this.

Just let me try
one more time.

One more dose,

and I can jump
us all the way...

into a sun or
a black hole.

Beka.

Beka!

The flash is affecting
your judgment.

If you listen to it,
it will kill you.

Radiation level
approaching critical.

I won't. I won't.

I won't die.

Are you sure?

No.

Take it.

Oh, man, she's overdosing.

- Take it.
- Harper.

Dylan, radiation
levels are critical.

We have to get
out of here. Now!

What has she done?

Radiation levels are normal.

Dylan, we've transited
back to the galactic fringe.

We made it.

Good.

So good.

Captain Valentine.

It's good to
have you back.

I guess I didn't get
us to Tarn Vedra.

No.

Did I wreck the ship?

You came damn close.

- Trance. Is she...?
- She's fine.

So's Rev.

Oh my god, I shot Rev.

I think the betrayal

hurt him more than
the actual injury itself.

Flash might be good
for your reflexes,

but it's murder on
your disposition.

Flash isn't good
for anything, Beka.

You almost killed yourself.

If you had been in the
Maru, you would have died.

Andromeda barely
pulled you through.

I saw you, Beka.

You liked being on flash.

I mean it filled
some kind of

need in you.

And even when it was
killing you, you wanted more.

Rommie may have
been able to clean

the chemicals out
of your blood, but

she can't fix that
want or that need.

So from now on,

every morning I'll wake
up thinking about flash.

And every night

I'll go to bed thinking
about flash. Is that it?

What do you know,

I'm my father after all.

In the High Guard,
we pledged

to hold the line
against the night.

That's what the
Commonwealth meant.

And on this ship,...

the Commonwealth still exists.

On this ship,

we hold the line against

the darkness
in all of us

I know.

Dylan, I know.

I'm gonna
have to fight it

every day

for the rest of my life.

And I'll be with you

every step of the way.