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Incoming courier drone from Singapore Drift.

Security code confirmed.

Proceed to Hangar Bay 12.

Whoo-hoo!

Hover boarding on Mardiks Four.

Oh, baby, oh, baby,

Dylan.

You've got mail.

All right, stand back, you land-locked losers.

Whoo-hoo!

I can feel the wind in my hair

and splattered bugs on my teeth now.

Whoo-Hoo. Whoa. Whoo!

Look out, sanding chicks, here I come!

Oh yeah, baby.

Whoo! Whoa. All right...

That's impossible.

Beka, holonovels?

What?

They're... historical novels.

- You insert yourself... - Look at me.

into uh, great events.

The Amorous Cerilli beach...

What kind of events are we talking about, Huh, Beka?

Whoo!

What's the matter? Can't reach me?

Whoo!

Hey, for once in my life, I'm as tall as Tyr!

Hey, shorty.

Whoo! This is beautiful.

Konstantine...

Dylan, how's the weather down there?

What'd you get?

Am I cool, or what?

When they ask, I never got this package, okay?

When who asks?

Dylan, what is it? We can help.

Whatever it is, we are your best resource.

Not this time. Not now.

Harper, you're with me.

So where are we going, boss?

The hologram was a map.

And not one like I've ever seen.

That's the whole idea.

Wait a minute. How come I get to go for a change?

Because I want you with me.

This is something shady, isn't it?

Here. We'll take the Maru.

Chart us to the nearest slip-point.

Fellenhoff?

More like Fell-In-Hell

in a Fell-In-Handbag.

Guess I won't be needing this.

Still, I see this as an opportunity

to hone my skills, stay mentally fit,

share our similar viewpoints,

and achieve something of quality, in our time together.

Yeah, we'll have fun. I'd like to leave today.

Fellenhoff Drift, what a hole.

All right, boss,

You don't have to answer this question,

but on a scale of one to ten, um...

On a scale of one to ten,

how dangerous would this objective be?

Question answered.

All right, Mr. Harper, work your magic.

Uh, let's see.

Piece of cake.

Ta-dah!

Very good.

Of course.

Stay.

Nice to meet you, Konstantine.

Captain Dylan Hunt,

By Commonwealth authority,

you're under arrest for murder.

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.

So who was that corpse?

I have no idea who that guy was,

But he's the one who sent me the package.

You didn't kill him, did you?

What do you think?

Well, then who the hell did?

Good question.

One thing I do know...

We've been set up.

Set up, huh?

Why would somebody set us up?

Sorry I got you into this, Harper.

Oh, that's all right.

I'm already out my two-week deposit

hover-boarding on Mardiks Four.

Don't worry.

We'll think of something.

Go ahead. Think away.

Hey...

No.

Oh...

No.

I've got nothing. You?

Nothing.

Forced entry, aggravated assault,

larceny, and murder.

Dylan?

He's Captain Dylan Hunt,

Restorer of the Systems Commonwealth,

A modern-day Sani Nax Rifati.

Don't they know he doesn't commit murder?

Or if he does,

It's usually for a very good reason.

The evidence would appear incontrovertible.

Dylan's prints are on the murder weapon.

He was found standing over the freshly killed body

with our little professor standing guard.

I seem to recall someone else on this crew

being accused of murder based on exactly the same evidence.

There's a point.

You know, He hasn't tried to contact us.

He won't.

There has got to be a way out of here.

I don't know. We've got pressure-sensitive walls...

Caden Infrared digicams everywhere.

How are you doing?

And microtargeted antigrav cell locks.

The Commonwealth security force will be here in three days,

So we've got that much time to escape and clear our names.

Your name.

You're in this, too, pal.

We couldn't be in a more escape-proof box.

All we can hope for is some divine intervention and...

Go.

Clear your names. You've got three days.

Excuse me?

Hey, don't look so surprised.

I know who you are, Hunt.

Just when you think nobody cares, huh?

The universe comes along and surprises you.

Some nice jailer comes along

and saves your butt. Thanks.

The clock's ticking.

Yeah.

Who paid you to let us go?

This could get very painful.

Don't hurt me, please.

I don't know who.

The offer came anonymously.

Lots of money to let you go,

And if I didn't...

If I didn't, I'd die.

I wouldn't count on that money if I were you.

Well, now we can add escaped cons

to the galaxy's most-wanted gangs list.

At least we've got people talking about us.

When all is said and done, we'll have to go back and thank that jailer,

buy him a beer or something.

I don't think he'll be able to enjoy it.

He's probably dead.

What about the Andromeda, Dylan? Isn't it time we called in the cavalry?

Not a good idea to add Andromeda

to the galaxy's most-wanted list, is it?

Oh, frigates. Three of them.

Commonwealth fox-craft patrol

with uh, subspace acceleration and uh...

extended-range missiles, in case you didn't notice.

I'm assuming you know where we're going?

I'm assuming you know how to hold on.

So that's the guy Dylan allegedly murdered?

According to my base intelligence, he was a contract killer,

the very best,

but verifying facts about his life

is proving to be almost impossible.

Recognize him?

No.

I've known maybe a hundred men like him.

They're all dead.

He's probably some merc or special op.

I've intercepted a message from Commonwealth Security.

Dylan and Harper just escaped from the Fellenhoff Drift prison,

And according to security cameras, they've killed a jailer.

He's now being held responsible for two murders.

He's on a roll.

My money's on that number increasing.

Looks like we lost our parasites.

Complete wash.

None of the frigates

made it through the last gravitational tidal wave.

That bloody spiderweb thing

that was a dead man talking leaving you a clue where to go, right?

Yes, it was.

So, where are we going?

You're about to find out.

Great, and while we're on the subject...

That ceramic shard he sent you...

you've already got one, haven't you?

Yep.

Did you bring it?

Smart answer.

Okay...

So, we find the spider web,

we find the guy

who wants to collect all the shards

and win some valuable prize, right?

So what's the significance of the shards?

And how did you end up with one in the first place?

It's safer you don't know.

Why is it shady people always live in shady places?

He doesn't live here.

He's hiding here.

You know he's watching us.

Yeah, like a spider watches his prey.

Harper, freeze.

It's coming toward me.

I think it likes you.

All right,

I can't freeze any better and it's still coming for me.

But you're doing it brilliantly.

Screw it!

Harper!

Piece of cake.

Door!

So it's really you,

Captain Dylan Hunt.

Of the vaunted Andromeda Ascendant.

Abelard.

I find myself oddly flattered.

Well, take my shard,

and my life, if you must.

I'd do the same thing.

Either way,

I was getting bored sitting and waiting.

Now, boredom, there's a killer.

I don't know who my friends are anymore.

Well, we'll be your friends.

So if you didn't kill Konstantine,

who did?

Well you've got me.

Between the four of us, we thought it was a pretty simple plan.

Blackmail you for the shard,

maybe kill you, maybe not.

No, probably kill you.

Oh, and here I thought we were friends.

What's with the box?

This?

This was at the tunnel when I got there.

By that time, I was feeling certifiably edgy.

Yeah, it's a finger.

Yeah, that would be a finger.

So, who's the nine-fingered fellow this used to belong to?

Peder.

Harper?

Let me guess.

Peder, right?

Okay, so who's Peder?

I have Peder,

and I want your shard, Abelard,

A trade.

Under Commonwealth authority,

I demand you relinquish Captain Dylan Hunt

and Seamus Harper

to my custody immediately.

And you are?

First Officer Max Lincoln, Commonwealth Security,

Third district, Marinell division, system nine.

Do you people even understand

the gravity of the charges?

No.

No, First Officer Max Lincoln, we don't understand.

I'm authorized to give you two days

to turn the suspects over to me,

or I'll report your insubordination

to my superiors

and you can deal with the consequences.

Look, Officer Max...

We don't have Dylan or Harper.

We don't even know where they are.

That's unacceptable.

Unacceptable?

He's on board, isn't he?

Turn yourself in, Captain Hunt.

Call back in two days.

So what do we do now?

Lose her.

Andromeda, hard 180.

Let's get out of junior's jurisdiction.

More company.

Commonwealth support ships --

cruisers,

patrols,

even a military destroyer.

Our Dylan must be a very wanted man.

Prepare for slipstream.

Don't disappoint me, Abelard.

Zeus...

To think I trusted him like a brother.

Yeah, the universe is so unkind to scumbags.

You know, with your limited grasp

on seemingly everything,

I don't expect you to understand.

Zeus, Peder, Konstantine,

We were more than partners. We were friends.

Yeah well, right now, one's a hostage, one's a corpse,

and one's the guy who did it to them.

And who framed us.

Now, what the hell's going on here?

You can't give your shard to Zeus.

At the risk of appearing both mundane and afraid,

that's exactly what I'm going to do.

I'm going to give them the shard and get Peder back safely.

It won't work that way.

Zeus isn't leaving any withesses.

He'll take your shard, he'll kill you, kill Peder, and then he'll kill me.

Yeah and most of all, me.

Does this have to be dressed up in such high drama?

God. No wonder the theater's dead.

You haven't met Tyr.

I've got an idea, boss.

Why don't we take a fake? I could whip one up--

Harper you're staying here.

What? But...

All right. They also serve, those who stand in wait.

I believe this map belongs to you.

Lead the way.

Pleasure.

Drop your weapon.

All right.

Just take it easy.

It's never easy.

What was that?

I tripped.

So when are we going to find this guy?

Hey!

I think we found him.

Wait here.

Everybody's a thief on this planet.

Captain Dylan Hunt.

You must be Zeus.

I knew you'd come...

Hopelessly predictable.

Bring the three shards,

yours, Konstantine's and Abelard's,

to the Goulash Cafe on the Zempf Drift.

I'll be there.

I never turn down a good meal.

They're threatening to fire on us

if we don't turn over Dylan and Harper.

Well, that's a problem,

since we have neither Dylan nor Harper.

Maybe we should tell them that.

Again?

As long as they think we have Dylan,

he's free to do whatever he's out there doing.

Rommie, any idea what he's out there doing?

Two incoming missiles veering off.

Friendly fire? From our Commonwealth?

Just a warning shot...

for now.

Harper, approaching the drift. I'm going on board.

Keep our guest company.

Boredom.

There's always boredom,

even if you don't know how it'll finally end,

but for a while there,

I thought I was going to die.

Yeah, but you didn't.

Too bad.

Then again, if it wasn't for Dylan...

If it weren't for Dylan, what?

I don't suppose you have something to drink around here?

Anything?

All right.

You're too kind.

If it weren't for Dylan, what?

You're dripping.

He led a mission,

A highly illegal mission, deep into the Arkland system,

What?

What in the hell...

Yeah, and?

Oh, he didn't tell you.

He doesn't trust you.

What are you talking about? Of course he trusts me.

Then why didn't he tell you?

Shut up.

I know where Dylan's gone.

Of course. Zeus!

Whoa, whoa, hey. Hey, come back here you!

Ten more battle cruisers have joined them from the Castallian alliance.

Great. Now even the fish people are after us.

The Commonwealth...

No doubt attempting to use

the growing magnitude of their military

to leverage Dylan's surrender.

Why do they want Dylan? What did he do?

All incoming ships report immediately to customs.

Captain Hunt.

Your table is ready.

Welcome, Captain Hunt.

I feel good enough to eat.

How about you?

Food? Order?

Let me do this.

We'll start with the warm sponge salad,

And then we'll have the flangine bass.

Dylan,

I feel like I've known you forever.

I've been studying your every move

for quite some time.

That's good.

Then maybe you can tell me what I'm going to do next.

How is my friend Abelard?

Chat, chat, chat, right?

Do you have the shards on you?

Right now, that's my main concern.

Well, my concern is that I'm wanted for murder.

You're right, you do have a bigger worry.

You know, I have guys here who will react if you start anything.

You think I would come here without my people?

Of course you came without them. You're a wanted man, Dylan.

But even if you brought them, what difference would it make.

My men will react regardless,

and you are all done.

I'll still get you...

before your men get me.

But before you do, there'll be carnage in here.

Fifteen, 20 innocent deaths on your hands...

Aren't you in enough trouble?

Who's to say what's enough?

Excuse me.

Go ahead.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news,

but Abelard gave me the slip.

I'll get back to you. Dylan out.

Bad news?

Let me confirm it for you.

Dylan, I'm sorry.

I screwed up.

Don't worry, Abelard. We'll get you out of here.

I was trying to help, but they grabbed me before...

When I saw him with you, I thought,

we should grab this guy to get to you.

But now I've got you.

And you've got the shards.

We had all of the shards except yours,

from your Argosy mission before the fall,

but then you reappeared,

And your new Commonwealth led us right to you.

We knew you'd still have it.

Do you think it's true what they say about the shards?

Mythology.

Boring.

I don't know.

I think when we put them together...

Or when I put them together...

I'll be the biggest guy in any neighborhood I choose.

Think about it.

Me. Power.

You've got to love it.

And that's why you're killing your partners.

Well, we were partners.

And they had a pretty good idea.

Blackmail you, get the last shard.

Payday.

But then it occurred to me,

This is Dylan Hunt.

I mean, he blows up stars.

He captains the Andromeda.

What's a little blackmail to him?

Instead, you framed me for murder.

Yes.

And get you to come to me.

And it worked.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

So I have three shards, mine, Peder's, and Abelard's.

Wrong. I've got Abelard's.

Well, either way, I'm going to get them,

So why don't you make it easy on yourself?

You're going to prison anyway. I've made sure of that.

What did you say to him?

Dessert's on me.

Dylan, it's over.

Here and now.

You're no match, okay?

I want the shards.

I don't have the shards with me.

Huh?

And you thought I didn't bring my people with me.

Get him. Get him.

Sorry about the mess.

Put it on Zeus's tab.

How long shall we keep up this low-speed cosmic chase?

Until we hear from Dylan.

Or about Dylan.

Maybe this all begins and ends with trust,

trusting Dylan and his judgment,

and trusting that we will find him when we need to.

All right. Abelard's shard,

your shard,

and Konstantine's shard.

Zeus has got what? Two more shards?

And he's killing everybody to complete the set?

That's about it.

No. I don't think it is.

Really?

I know how you got your shard, Dylan.

Abelard told me about your little secret mission

into the heart of the evil Arkland system.

Then you know everything there is to know.

No, I don't think I do.

Why didn't you take us?

I would have taken you,

but I didn't have a choice.

Oh, no, huh? Why not?

Because that mission was 310 years ago.

Okay.

I'm feeling a little stupid right now.

Thanks for taking me this time.

No problem.

Uh, one more question though, about these shards, why...

All in due time.

You made it home okay?

So much for that plan.

Listen, here's the instructions for the next drop,

with the three shards.

No exchange unless I see Peder and Abelard are alive.

I'm in charge of this situation.

I'll decide.

Zeus...

I've got something better than the three shards.

I got the instructions of how to use the finished product.

I'll trade it all for Peder and Abelard.

You're bluffing.

Does it matter?

Bring it to the drop.

But just to keep you on the straight and narrow,

I'm going to have Abelard give you a play-by-play now.

Don't do it, Dylan.

Such an obvious trick.

Bring the instructions and the three shards.

Bring the shards.

Uh, do you have instructions?

What? It's a good question.

Hey, I really meant it when I said thanks,

by the way.

Usually, you go on these missions

with Tyr or Beka, or Rommie, or Trance.

Basically anybody but me,

So thanks.

Mr. Harper...

Did your mom ever teach you this rhyme when you were a child?

"Where are you going, my fine young knight?

Where are you going 'cross land and sea?"

"To fight for what is good.

Stop what is bad.

All for the vase of Rimni."

Yeah, yeah. I know that stupid kids' tale.

The vase of Rimni...

Crafted by the Knights of Rimnerran.

Oh, my god.

The vase is supposed to bestow upon its possessor

the sympathy of the cosmos...

Victory in all endeavors, riches beyond imagination. Yes.

Are the shards from the vase of Rimni?

Three hundred and ten years ago,

Commander Stark of the old Commonwealth

put together a special ops team.

I was its leader.

We blew into a small planet and took out their dictator.

People died. A lot of people.

Uh-ha, that's too bad, but...

You got the vase of Rimni!

It was broken into five pieces

When we found it in the dictator's headquarters,

So to keep it out of the wrong hands,

We each took a piece.

Then we took an oath to keep it a secret.

So that's why you couldn't tell me.

All this time, you've just been trying to keep an oath.

Three hundred and ten years is a long time.

I'm sure a lot of people have been looking for it ever since,

chasing the dream of the myth,

So to speak.

And now, somehow,

Zeus and his gang have found the four of those shards.

When you first found it, you had to know what it was, right?

I mean, when I was little, my mom told me

it was so powerful that nobody could be trusted with it. Not even Vedrans.

Weren't you at least a little tempted

to put it together and see what it did?

Well, there's something else that my mom taught me --

all that glitters is not gold.

Peder.

You know, I'm starting to have a rather large dislike for this Zeus guy.

You're supposed to be alone.

Well, 'm supposed to be a lot of things,

But today, I have a partner.

Hi.

We'll take you to Zeus.

Wait. I don't remember anything about any escorts.

Let me see the three shards.

What makes you think I have them on me?

So is this when it gets ugly?

It doesn't have to.

Yes, it does.

All right,

that's enough.

Where's Zeus?

Harper...

Thanks.

All right, okay. All right.

That's it. Sing like a canary.

All right, I'll tell you.

Very good.

Where the hell are those guys?

See?

It hurts when people don't answer your call.

Your weapon is empty.

Oh, crap.

Abelard, run!

Ah, trust...

Such a fragile thing, don't you think?

Ah-ah...

Look at you,

Fancy-Pants starship captain.

This would have been so much easier without you,

but you had to go and mess things up.

You kept screwing things up.

Assigning blame.

I would have thought you were smarter than that, Zeus.

It's your fault.

No way. Uh-Uh, pal.

You want a piece of him, get through me first. Come on.

Give me the shards,

or he dies.

Release Harper.

Yeah. Give me the shards first.

Zeus, get out of here.

I'll meet you at the rendezvous point.

Harper, give him the shards.

What? No, Dylan...

Don't make me beg.

All right.

The Commonwealth is still hailing us, and they're mad.

They say this is the last warning.

That's what they said five "last warnings" ago.

They're waiting for authorization.

God bless bureaucracy.

Mm. I'll say.

Sinti must be calling them home.

Not home. Zempf.

They've found Dylan's location.

We're after them.

All ahead, full.

No...

No.

No!

It was just a story, Abelard.

It always was.

One stinking leap of faith

in an entire lifetime of cynicism and hate.

There's no justice.

You'd think

that if I was willing to take a chance

one time in my life,

that somewhere, somebody, some benevolent deity

would cut me some slack!

They're in position to blow up Dylan and Harper's location.

What about innocent until proven guilty?

We're a little past that, Trance.

Rommie... trace Dylan's position.

Oh, what a waste.

Peder...

Konstantine...

The effort...

Blackmail...

The murders...

For what?

Still, I can live with this,

knowing for one brief shining moment

we had the Commonwealth's hero, Dylan Hunt,

framed for murder.

Are they getting this?

Every whining word of it.

Relaying to the Commonwealth.

Oh, Zeus and me, we were going to be rich,

but then captain hero and monkey boy show up,

It all goes to hell.

Piece of cake, huh?

Piece of cake.

Mr. Harper,

you were willing to take a bullet for me.

Well... what else was I supposed to do?

Mm-hmm...

It was a tradition in the old Commonwealth

to award a special medal

for rare and unparalleled acts of courage.

It was the commanding officer's duty to make sure

that those who served under him

knew their value.

This was the first medal I ever received.

I'd like you to have it.

Wow, I've never, uh...

I don't deserve this, Dylan.

Please. Take it.

Thank you, Mr. Harper.

You're welcome.

Does this mean I get to order Rommie around?

You can try.

So, uh,

the vase...

It doesn't do a thing, does it?

It's worthless.

It's a symbol.

Zeus and Abelard believed that it would bring them power...

But to me,

it represents the highest confidence and faith

that we all put in the Commonwealth.

Well, that's good,

'Cause three people murdered,

one in jail collecting dust,

another one on the run with his gun in the sun for all eternity.

That's a lot of time and energy wasted,

and all for a worthless hunk of glass.

It is worthless, right?

Did I say it was worthless?

No.

It's priceless,

and isn't that the value of all dreams?