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Battle stations.

Last time on Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda.

Where are they coming from?

I'm detecting a massive gravity well.

It's... beautiful.

You and I have overcome greater odds and emerged stronger.

We will again.

Preparing to launch Rosanne.

Tyr!

Find the Maru.

It's on its way back to the ship...

On autopilot.

Beka? Tyr?

Tyr?

Beka?

Damn it.

Rommie. Report.

Sensors report nothing.

They have to be in the tunnel.

Rechecking. Infrared. Action sensitive.

Hot. Cold. Nothing.

Not after two years. Not after all the hard work.

We have to do something, anything, to find them.

They're in the tunnel.

Harper, let's go. I don't know how much time we have.

Okay, okay. I'm hurrying.

Dylan, don't you think we're kind of leaping before we look here?

Rommie...

Show me the visual flight log of the last five minutes on the Maru.

That doesn't do me a lot of good. Harper.

- Let's do it. - All right.

The galactic jaws of life. With a little luck...

we'll be sharing pudding with our pals in a matter of moments

Talking old times and daring rescues.

How will it will work?

Basically, we'll, uh, drill into the energy in that tunnel.

There could be a hell inside. I don't know.

There could be a sun.

- Suns are tricky. - Listen.

My instincts are telling me, this could be the last thing any of us ever do.

But hey, if it works, this puppy cranks that tunnel open,

and if not, well, then we had our fun, huh?

Let's go get 'em.

Grab your socks and hold your mud, folks.

The dimensional tunnel is opening.

Artificial gravity.

Rommie,

- reconfigure the AG field! - The generators above and below

are running at a marked loss of capacity. Something is sucking out my power.

Hold it there as long as you can.

My hull is beginning to disintegrate and collapse.

I'm going to implode.

Harper, shut it off!

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

That was fun.

Thank God for heavy grav.

The tunnel is closing.

Tyr? Beka?

They're gone...

Forever.

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.

Visual flight log of the last five minutes on the Maru,

loaded and ready.

The database is completely corrupted.

Looks like the planet Vercheon from 50 kilometers up.

What are we supposed to be looking for?

Keep it running.

Ready in...

Five, four, three, two...

One!

Coming in, low and slow.

Dylan, I'm reading the continued presence of the dimensional tunnel.

Looks like some kind of colossus

just waiting for us to try something else.

It's an invitation.

Whatever it is, it wants to play, to fight...

Or make love with us.

R.S.V.P.

A re-creation, Dylan, are you sure?

Look, if I go through what they went through...

Go where they went...

Right, you are directly in front of where my sensors pick up

the residue of the dimensional tunnel. What now?

I... I don't know.

I guess I'm...

Waiting for it to open...

Hoping against hope.

Maybe the tunnel is right here in front of me.

It's wide open and I just can't see it.

It's like Beka and Tyr are disappearing and appearing.

Well, perhaps, things are not what they seem to be.

We are right where we're supposed to be.

Come on, you guys, where are you?

Tyr! Beka!

Dylan, come back.

We can't give up, Rommie.

Collision alert. Repeat, collision alert.

Dylan, a wave of residue, space detritus is heading directly toward the Maru.

Check that.

It's heading to where the dimensional tunnel used to be

and the Maru is in its way.

Get out of there or you'll get sucked in with it.

Dylan?

Dylan, where are you?

I'm on my way.

Dylan, the tunnel has reopened.

I've been in a decaying exit route.

Now I'm heading back toward the tunnel.

We're being pulled in.

We don't have enough power. I can't fight it.

That tunnel's got a lot of torque.

Shooting things at the debris will only make it worse.

Let's get out of here.

Beka?

Why keep treading on thin ice?

Do we have an opportunity to escape here or what?

All hands present and accounted for.

Let's get on it.

They seem okay.

No baggage, literally or figuratively.

No stranger than usual, then.

- We are fully operational, captain. - Mm-hmm.

- Except for... - Mm-hmm.

- I'm losing power. - Switch to reserve.

- Aye. - Okay!

When the tunnel pulses, we hold our own.

Between its pulses we push forward.

We've got enough power if we shut everything else down and stay patient.

Anything we can do manually, we will do manually.

Good, sounds like dating a cyborg.

- Trim us down, Rommie. - Aye.

I see. Exactly like dating a cyborg.

Air vents' reduced to a minimum.

It's going to get hot.

We're making a little progress here.

It's gonna take a while, but it's going to work.

Someday, you two have to tell me how you did that whole disappearing act.

I've got a lot of people looking for me. It could come in handy.

Scared?

Yeah.

If and when we get out of this...

I'm thinking that from now on,

I just want to fly.

No danger. No mission. Just fly for the love of flying.

Like we used to.

I miss that feeling.

The old times are the good times, you know?

Yeah, they're great.

It's like the ship is on a respirator.

Pretty close.

Rommie, how are we doing? Time and patience.

Two things, I have relative opinions on.

We're getting out, meter by meter.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Where were you?

I, um...

I really can't say.

I've got to figure this out. I could use your help.

I don't know!

Now, tell me what you would like me to do here.

I'd like you to keep on doing what you've been doing.

But if you do remember, you'll let me know.

We're making progress. We're going to get out.

Excellent.

So, we have more power and the tunnel has less?

Yes.

Let's just get the hell out of here.

She's right. Let's get out of here.

- Why don't you just take it easy? - I say we go for it...

Now.

What do you think you're doing?

Beka!

Are you insane?

Beka!

Dylan, we're falling back. Heading toward the tunnel at maximum velocity.

We don't have the power to survive.

Beka! Get outta there. Move it!

I can make it.

I think you've done enough.

Rommie, compute the sharpest angle possible

to hit the tunnel without incinerating ourselves.

Calculating and counting down...

In five, four...

Three. Two. One.

We're clear.

Nice move, boss.

The old sling-shot maneuver,

plus a little luck.

You know, sometimes I think luck is just another word for fate.

Yeah, well, then I'm feeling particularly fatalistic right now.

Welcome to the club.

Why is it we look for luck every time we're in danger?

'Cause that's when you need it most.

Yeah, but the thing about luck is...

It always changes.

What about fate?

Fate...

is a hunter.

- Hi. - Hi.

- What is that? - Kitten.

Well, where did you find it?

In my quarters.

- I thought maybe you'd left him for me. - No. Uh...

It's cute.

It's hard to resist.

Huh.

Dylan, I'd like to apologize.

Oh, please, Beka, there's no need.

I know that you've been through a lot.

I guess...

And I guess, I just kind of lost it.

Yeah, it was, uh... It was surprising.

Let me explain.

When I heard Rommie say it was only a matter of time

for us to be out of the tunnel's pull...

It was a beautiful thing.

And I felt...

Uh, Beka, really... There's, there's no need to explain.

I just want it all to stop.

I want someone to tell me it's going to be all right.

If we could just...

Beka...

Captain, one of the slipstream rudders has opened up.

- Override. - I can't.

The ship is in maintenance mode as if in dry dock.

The slipstream rudders automatically open for inspection and repair.

Shut down the engines!

Beka, let's get out of here.

Everyone, Weapons Deck 11.

All crew accounted for, except Tyr.

Where is he?

Damn him.

Tyr!

Whoa! Huh!

Tyr!

Rommie, seal the doors.

Why here? Why are we here?

Nova bomb weapons locker...

It's always sealed and stays that way.

It's the only place we'll be safe from the fumes.

- Fumes? - I'm a warship.

A quick turnaround in dry dock is essential.

As soon as the rudders open, automatic decontamination starts

and my corridors fill with a deadly gas.

If the arms don't close soon, the ship will come apart.

- How fast? - One minute, 37 seconds.

Oh, great, so either way we're toast.

Harper, find a way to shut off those engines.

Found Tyr moving from the weapons node.

- What, he's okay? - Yes.

I thought you couldn't seal off the weapons node?

Tyr doesn't need it.

What do you mean, he doesn't?

Er, Dylan, what are you doing?

Fake.

The disinfectant is fake.

Rommie, try to close your rudders again.

Searching systems.

Finding override.

Rudders are now closing.

Of course they're closing...

Now that the game is over.

I'll go find Tyr.

Beka, why don't you just wait with...

I can't quite piece together what's wrong with her.

But I'm thinking that I'm all booked up on weird today.

Someone was in the intelligence of the ship,

knowing my procedures, my daemons,

how to circumvent my systems.

That's why it took me so long to override.

And more strangeness.

Before I was so rudely interrupted by all of this,

I uncovered a force, a ray.

Some kind of pulsing residue aimed at the ship,

coming from where the dimensional tunnel was.

So, the closer we get to it, the more powerful it's going to be.

- Rommie, run the playback from the Maru. - Mm-hmm.

Help!

Digital gobbledygook. What are we looking for?

Nothing.

We're looking for nothing.

Tunnel's still open even though it looks like it's closed.

And now this playback? It's all a mirage.

Hmm, a digital mirage.

Very probable.

The images that appear and disappear on the Maru

are simply my artificial intelligence

trying to see what it's trained to see.

It's all a distraction.

Someone wants us to see this.

Stop it right there.

We're fighting a mirage,

a mirage on the Andromeda.

Forces of evil, the Abyss,

whoever it is is on board, make no mistake...

We are fighting them.

Now?

Now.

We drive the Andromeda into the tunnel.

Beka, where are you going?

Dylan asked me to do recon.

We'll go out, take a look and we'll be right back.

Hey, you said you wanted to go flying with me.

- Let's do it. - Let's double check.

Let's not.

We'll be back in a flash.

Beka, you are way too close to the Andromeda.

Do you think?

Look at it this way... I just want to fly.

That's what I was talking about.

What are you trying to do? Scare me?

Maybe.

- Where do we start, Rommie? - Finding an invisible enemy?

It's hard to get a hold of, isn't it?

Hey, Dylan? I ran a massive check of the rays

coming from where the dimensional tunnel was.

Checked them against every element in and around the ship,

just hoping something might pop up, and boom!

Those rays, the energy streams,

match up perfectly with Tyr and Beka's nervous systems.

You're kidding.

It's like someone is controlling them.

Now that redefines low tech.

Navigation empowered. Still hampered and moving slowly.

Prognosis and projections are that we'll be fine.

Good.

It's time for the three Vs.

Visualize, verify, and then get very, very pissed off.

Rommie.

Walk with me.

Where's Beka?

- On the Maru with Trance. - Really?

Get them back here, please.

The Maru is not responding to hails.

So where are we going, Tyr?

Is this a big surprise?

- Are you trying to read my mind? - Of course.

Well, I've got something to show you.

I've seen everything.

You'll enjoy this. I'm taking over.

I'll break your neck.

Rommie. Rommie, where are you?

Never an AI around when you need one, huh?

Andromeda, where are you?

Dylan, I'm...

I'm losing control.

Harper, make yourself scarce.

- What? - Go.

I disabled your legs.

And your arms, as well. It's all for safe keeping.

- What are you doing, Tyr? - Me?

What am I...? Well...

I'm running this ship.

I'm in control.

Your artificial intelligence is all mine.

And you know, you should have figured that out

when I put the ship in maintenance mode.

You'll be doomed.

You know that.

Are you trying to frighten me?

Forget it.

I left my fear in the dimensional tunnel.

- Is that where we're going? - Shh...

Let's have some fun with Dylan.

This can't be good.

Oh, this sucks.

Oh no, no.

Oh, that hurts.

All right, then. Exeunt one Captain Hunt.

Kill him.

Depressurizing command deck.

Finished?

Finished.

Thank you, Rommie.

- What are you and Tyr doing? - Hold on.

Sit tight. Enjoy the show.

Beka, of all the people on the ship,

I am the last one you should be messing with.

Tyr? Tyr?

- Time to settle down. - Time to act.

No resistance.

- It's just a matter of time. - Time for what?

I'm pushing it into the tunnel.

I want you to reverse the powers of the jaws.

What?

Reverse the powers. Close off that tunnel for good

and it'll cut off the rays.

You really think the rays are controlling Tyr and Beka?

I'm here crawling around in the conduit, aren't I?

What if I can't? What if the rays won't shut off?

Or worse,

what if the rays aren't what's driving all of this?

Then I'll have to kill Tyr and Beka.

Plan B always sucks.

Take us to these coordinates.

Check.

- Stop ignoring me. - I followed your orders.

Dylan's alive.

What makes you think that?

- What are you doing? - I'm erasing you.

Your android existence will go on.

But unfortunately, I no longer need your intelligence.

I followed your orders.

- Is Dilly dead? - I followed your orders.

How much of this ship do I control?

I followed your orders.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, and now you're dead.

The ship will be powerless.

No...

the redundant system of the ship has taken over, keeping us alive.

We'll just float into the tunnel.

It's almost over.

Okay, it's one thing to do a work of genius,

but to reverse it?

That is Harper genius.

Tyr? Tyr, come in. Where are you?

Andromeda is dead in the water.

- You're defeated. - Yeah. Right.

Hello, Tyr,

or whoever you are. This is your friendly captain speaking.

Just thought you should know that...

I'm still here.

You are of no consequence, Dylan.

Don't hold back, Tyr. Tell me how you really feel.

No, I will not engage! Dylan,

I will not engage!

I will kill Rommie.

And you will have no hope of ever getting your ship back online.

And let me further say that I will be the first to announce you

as leper of the solar system.

Sounds like Tyr.

The closer we get to the tunnel,

the closer I get to cutting the rays off.

I think.

I can see things, you know.

What do you mean?

I'm talking about the future.

The future is now.

Andromeda goes into the tunnel, but it is not what you think.

It's a world full of darkness,

gnashing of teeth and remorse. Let me tell you about it.

Go ahead. I'm not listening.

In the future,

you and I go from place to place in search of something,

something that isn't important right now what.

But in each place, it was really tough.

Each time, the people were not happy to see us.

There was action and violence, and each time, you lost something,

whether it was an eye or a leg or an arm or a kidney,

and I repaired you.

In the end, you were nothing more than a pathetic cyborg of tin,

leaking magnesium.

I even had to put your head back on,

But I couldn't get the tongue to work exactly the way it ought to,

but it was all for my needs, not yours.

You are a puppet, either way.

And that is your future.

You are going to end up being my puppet.

So you might as well be sitting on my knee and tell stupid jokes.

What do you think is going to happen

when you get where you're going?

Do you think you'll still be in control?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to find the real Tyr somewhere in this new one.

Oh.

I am who I am.

Well, you're not Tyr.

Because Tyr wouldn't have killed the AI.

When you did that, you killed yourself.

You know that, don't you?

I can always reboot you.

Only if I want to.

The future is now.

That's all I know.

The future?

Sometimes it seems like yesterday,

sometimes today, sometimes tomorrow.

Imagine the possibilities.

I'll take it from here.

I know it's an old line, but...

Just thought I'd drop in.

I'm here to take my ship back, Tyr.

Well, you can't have it.

I'm doing something, one thing,

without you and against you,

and the joy is absolutely unrelenting and enervating.

You make joy sound like a toothache.

Oh, joy.

Our minds can see what we want to see, Tyr.

That's what's happened to you.

And that's what's happened to me.

You're being controlled, Tyr.

Your fight's not with me. It's with yourself.

Fight with your mind.

Damn it, Tyr, listen to me.

You are going against everything that you know,

everything that you believe in, everything...

Hi, Rommie. How am I doing?

- Not so good. - Thanks.

Bingo!

I got it.

Dylan?

Tyr.

Are you back?

Beka?

You all right?

Dylan?

Where was I?

I don't know.

Do you remember a light?

Yeah, yeah, there, there, there was this...

all embracing light.

No.

And, and, and, and then...

darkness.

More darkness.

And then...

I'm old...

Tall and strong...

And I'm afraid.

But I held it.

I held it in my hand!

Did I hurt you?

No.

Tyr...

You did not lay a finger on our friendship.

I can tell you that.

Not a scratch.

Reboot complete.

Excellent.

Would the captain like to lay in a course?

How about anywhere but here?

Aye-Aye.

Tyr, do you, uh?

Right, yeah.

Me neither.

You guys, I almost shot you.

- What are you doing here? - Well, it's pretty simple, Beka.

I don't sleep.

And I don't sleep much.

And we thought we should be able to have a place to hang out.

What for?

Just because.

I turn off most of my sensors, let the AI. do all the work, and,

I mean, hey, even non-organics like to have friends.

Huh!

The ancient ritual.

Girl talk.

Yeah.

You know what, I'm tired of blue.

I can do that.

What happened to you, Tyr?

I don't know.

I remember...

I don't know.

It's good to have you back.