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Tyr, status.

Two more Ogami fighters on approach.

Interesting. Orchestrated aggression

on our way back from signing a non aggression pact with the Kalderan commune.

So much for a simple over and back

that no one was supposed to know about.

So much for your Commonwealth Security.

It would seem we need to have a word

with whoever leaked our travel plans.

Provided we live long enough.

We'll deal with whoever ratted us out later.

Well, whoever it is,

they're going to have to pay for a new slipstream drive.

The freaking Ogami got lucky

and took it out.

One more jump,

and all we're going to do is give them a really good light show.

Why the hell is the slipstream drive

always breaking down?

Dylan, on screen.

Listen to me.

He's insane.

He'll kill us all.

Rommie, identify.

Tracing source of transmission.

Dear God, look, you've got to do something.

We can help you.

The Ogami must be after them, too.

Can we reach them?

I've got something on tactical coming our way.

The ship is essentially one giant engine,

which gives her enormous firepower.

And excellent taste in enemies.

Who are these guys?

I think...

you might get the chance to ask them yourself.

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.

What does the Commonwealth say?

They can't find them either.

Andromeda, sweep the whole system.

Active, passive sensors,

drones, everything you've got.

I've got something.

A debris field and energy signatures from weapons discharges.

There's been a battle here.

Any sign of the Maru?

A few hull fragments and missile vapor,

Not enough to imply she was destroyed.

Okay, so the Maru arrived early,

tangled with some unidentified bad guys,

which begs the question.

Where's Dylan? Where's our crew?

Where's my ship?

Excuse me, but what are you doing?

These people just rescued us.

I'd prefer to make perfectly certain

we all understand each other.

In the event of a total communications breakdown, of course.

"Of course."

Man, that ship is familiar.

Something about it, I don't know.

Rommie.

The interior is consistent with the outer hull.

It looks like it could be a human design, possibly even from Earth.

"Earth"?

It's a post apocalyptic wasteland.

Attention, unknown lifeforms.

We don't want any trouble.

So do us all a favor and don't make any.

Stand by to receive our contact team.

Well, all right then, Mister No Guns,

what's the plan?

Let them in.

And now we do what unknown lifeforms

are supposed to do in situations like this.

Tell them, "we come in peace.

Take us to your leader."

I'm Commander Nadya Ratmansky of the Bellerophon.

Captain Dylan Hunt of the Andromeda Ascendant.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no. Did you say Bellerophon?

No, no, no. Nobody's seen that ship for centuries.

Not 3,000 years, to be almost exact,

if you discount various legends.

Forgive our hospitality, captain,

but we've been on our own for a long time.

You learn to be cautious.

Would you follow me, please?

Thanks for the rescue.

- When we got your distress signal... - That's impossible.

We didn't send any signals.

Well, of course you did.

We didn't send any signals.

My mistake.

Who was attacking you? We need to know who we're fighting.

They're called the Ogami, mercenaries and pirates.

Commander, I need to see your captain.

Well, I'm afraid that's not possible.

You heard the man, commander.

Bring Captain Hunt to the bridge alone.

Acknowledged.

Wait here.

This way, captain.

The Bellerophon, huh?

Very nice.

Her mission was to...

gather knowledge of life and civilization,

to go farther and deeper into space

than anyone had ever gone before,

And bring that cargo back home to Earth, baby.

- Right standard rudder, Mr. Kemp. - Yes, sir.

We may not have enough fuel to run,

but by god, we can stand and fight.

These Ogami,

I'm interested in their infantry tactics.

You seem to be doing just fine.

Compliment's appreciated, but it's a waste of good oxygen.

Oxygen that we'll be completely out along with everything else

in a short matter of time if we can't refuel.

We've just been boarded.

They're boarding on Deck C. They're boarding on Deck C.

Captain, I recommend caution.

The Ogami are brutal and ruthless.

So subtlety isn't their strong suit?

Not exactly. Bad table manners, too.

- Well, what do they want? - Anything they can lay their hands on.

Nadya, meet us on the other end.

We'll link up in Corridor 12.

Kemp, come with me.

Yes, sir.

Captain, I know the Ogami. Let me get my crew.

Captain Hunt.

This is my ship.

You're my guest.

You'll stay here...

out of the way.

Rommie.

He's here!

Nadya!

Nope, just me...

the oxygen thief.

Captain Hunt...

The next time I order you to stay behind,

you tell me to go to hell.

Noted.

Clear. Go.

My god,

what is she?

A warship.

She gets a little cranky sometimes.

Harper.

Almost there, boss.

Accessing Ogami vessel control.

Access faster.

Ogami vessel control systems online.

That's what I'm talking about.

Now let's get rid of them.

No more Ogami ships, boss.

They're history.

The Ogami ships are gone.

The Ogami on this side of the ship have been neutralized.

Whatever Ogami are left on your ship,

if they can't capture it, they will destroy it.

Not on my watch.

I owe you one.

Look out!

You owe me nothing.

Let's split up and finish them off.

I hate Ogami.

All hostiles are neutralized.

Medical team to Deck C.

Mr. Kemp,

take us to the red giant's outer corona.

We need fuel.

You saved my life,

all of our lives.

Anything you need is yours.

Our ship is in need of repair.

My engineer could use some help.

Done.

♪ With cutlass and gun ♪

♪ We fought for hours three ♪

♪ Blow high blow low ♪

♪ And so sailed we ♪

♪ For their ship it was their coffin ♪

♪ And their grave it was the sea ♪

♪ A sailing on the coast of high barbary ♪

Another fatal battle.

How much more can we take.

The system is littered

with the remains of Ogami fighters

and hull fragments from the Maru.

There is no sign of Dylan.

Could he have doubled back?

There's no way to know, but if he had, there's a high probability

that we would have already encountered him.

It is more likely that the Maru has been destroyed.

I was kind of hoping for better news.

We don't know that the Maru was destroyed.

If and until we do, this is better news.

We can find them, Beka,

you and I. I know it.

Curious.

A little more information, please.

An ion trail leading out of the system.

It could have come from the Maru,

- but there's no way to be certain. - "Out of the system"?

You go out that far and you risk being trapped,

never finding a slip point.

Maybe they didn't have a choice.

And neither do we.

Let's do it.

Okay, deploy sensor drones

in the standard cube search pattern.

The Maru is here,

and so's our crew.

Your ship is...

interesting.

If that's a polite way of saying she's a heap of junk.

You're right, she's a heap of junk,

But she's a heap of junk close to my heart.

Hey, what are we fixing, anyway?

The slipstream drive.

What's a slipstream drive?

A slipstream drive is an engine,

that can travel faster than light,

without traveling faster than light.

Basically, what we do is we open a hole in space-time,

and ride strings anywhere we want to go.

Right, "strings."

So, in riding these strings, you age normally?

Yeah.

We can merengue between the Milky Way and M31

and still be home for dinner,

And without the rest of the world going by

in that nasty fast forward.

Not us.

So that's why history took you guys for dead, huh?

No one's seen you for centuries.

You're so far out here, ships must blow by

just thinking you're floating garbage.

No kidding, garbage.

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't get me wrong. I mean, come on,

They don't make them like yours anymore.

I mean, aside from the time dilation,

the strain tears them apart.

And did I mention, your engine's a gas hog?

Yeah. I mean, that battle with the Ogami consumed

our entire reserve. It happens to us all the time.

Exactly. That's my point.

Hats off to you guys for keeping her flying.

Hell, you might even see Earth someday.

Man, we've been out here so long,

I've almost forgotten what it looks like.

Yeah. You can't miss it. It's, uh,

you know it,

big, blue, kind of egg shaped.

Jersey smells funny.

"Jersey."

Three hundred years,

trapped near the event horizon of a black hole.

That's astounding,

like something out of a science fiction novel.

Well, it was a quick read.

One minute, I was engaged with 10,000 enemy ships,

next minute, three centuries went by.

And having discovered

that your civilization had fallen apart,

you tried to put Humpty Dumpty together again,

without the king's horses,

and none of his men.

Something like that, yes.

It's amazing that you're still sane.

Well, that's what the voices inside my head keep telling me.

If you ask me, I think sanity is overrated.

I've gone for years, in your time,

without seeing another living soul,

other than the faces of my own crew.

And the beings I do see,

well, they're dead and gone to me

in a matter of months, anyway.

But I have seen...

such majestic,

eye popping, magnificent things,

and I hold on.

I hold on to what's here.

High hopes, my friend.

I seek the dreams of the whole universe.

You think I'm crazy?

No.

In fact, I'm jealous.

I'm very jealous.

You and I are cut from the same silk cloth.

Men like you and me have a mission, a purpose,

a duty, a chance to be great.

Without them, we'd be little more than madmen.

Then you can understand why I need to get back to my ship.

What are you telling me?

The Maru's slipstream drive,

is officially kaput.

Without the Andromeda or a dry dock,

we're not going anywhere near the slipstream again,

But don't worry. I sent out distress signals.

Harper, you know that won't do any good.

It will take almost a century

for that to reach Andromeda.

Well, the sublight engines are still fine.

We could always try the trip in normal space.

It may take a while, but if we start out now...

If we start now, we'll make it to the first known world

in time to meet Beka's great-great-great grandchild.

Just how far out are we?

Trying to shake the Ogami

took us clear off the star charts.

We're not exactly in the middle of nowhere,

but you can see it from here.

Very nice.

I've thought of another option for you.

I can transport you

to the nearest populated system.

At the rate we travel,

it shouldn't take more than three months.

From our perspective.

From your "perspective"?

At maximum speed,

fifty seven years will pass for the rest of the universe.

"Fifty seven years."

There must be something on your ship that can help us.

I'm sorry, your situation is impossible.

But as I say,

you're welcome to stay here with us.

Fifty seven years, Harper.

Fifty seven years.

We could think of it as a long vacation.

That's not funny.

Andromeda has to be out there looking for us. They just have to be.

We can't just float around

with a broken slipstream drive waiting. It could take even longer.

It's impossible to think that for 3,000 years,

Metis hasn't come in contact with something that could help us.

The Bellerophon's engine is quite a monster.

One that demands respect.

Everything on board experiences quite a jolt,

when we first accelerate.

It's kind of like...

riding a bucking bronco.

If we're not tied down or harnessed in,

we get knocked flat on our proverbial asses.

Oh, I find it hard to imagine you landing on anything

but your proverbial feet.

You know, I've experienced some extraordinary things out here.

Sentient microbe colonies

the size of the moon...

that were able to communicate With natural laser beacons.

Whole civilizations that sprang up,

in the space between the stars.

But you?

Compared to you, it's all hydrogen,

space dust.

I'm not unique.

I'm a ship's avatar. There are plenty of androids just like me.

Like you?

Somehow, I doubt it.

I don't understand how Dylan gets any work done

with you around.

We have an understanding.

Hmm.

Well, he seems to have less understanding

of his current situation here.

He must complete his mission.

Certainly you can see that.

It's out of my hands.

Dylan won't rest until he's back with his ship,

and you'll pay the consequences

if you stand in the way of a solution.

You can take that as a warning.

"A warning."

Dylan is a remarkable man.

He has a way of knowing,

what he has and what he doesn't have,

and how to make the most of it.

But he's not a superman.

The last time the universe passed him by,

civilization fell.

And he's afraid that it will happen again.

Only this time, it will be worse,

because this time,

he'll know what's happening around him,

without him.

It will consume him.

He won't let that happen.

I like Dylan.

I'd be happy to help him,

but morale problems are a fatal virus

on a ship such as this one.

My crew,

my ship,

my mission...

have to come first.

We've emerged into interstellar space.

The good news is I'm picking up traces

of the ion trail.

And the bad news?

This far out in interstellar space,

and a good place to open a slipstream portal

is almost impossible to find.

Stuck in the mud with no one to push.

With a little luck and a lot of skill,

someone might be able to retune the antimatter routing circuits

to force open a portal.

Sounds like a job for Harper.

How unfortunate. Harper isn't here.

Can we do this?

We can do this.

All right, let's try it again.

Nah, nah, shut it off.

But how do you know it doesn't work? I mean,

you didn't even run a diagnostic.

Did you hear the thump coming from left to center of the engine compartment?

No.

Well, that's how I know it's not working.

Hey, so, uh...

so you're from Boston, huh?

Yeah. Born and barely raised.

Yeah,

I was in Boston the night before we set off on this mission.

It was a baseball game at Fenway Park.

"A baseball game," huh?

Fenway Park...

The last time I was at Fenway Park,

I watched the Drago-Kazov crucify a guy

in the cheap seats.

What?

What are you talking about?

Nothing. Really, it's nothing.

No, no, no, tell me.

Tell me about Earth. What happened after we left?

- Look, I don't think you really want - No, no, tell me. Tell me.

Uh, the last 300 years have pretty much sucked, okay?

And for Earth, they've sucked a lot.

First there was a war. You know, blew up a lot of stuff,

killed a lot of people, then the Magog came, by the millions.

They ate anyone that moved and pretty much infested anyone else

with their parasitic eggs. You know how they do that? Through their teeth.

The little larvae grow into baby Magog

that eat their way out of you alive.

Then the Nietzscheans came, the Drago-Kazov.

They crushed the entire planet under their jack-booted heels,

and they've pretty much been running the place ever since.

We've got to go home. We've got to fight them.

Hey, I'm with you,

but even if we leave now,

we won't make Earth for a millennium.

No,

not if we had your slipstream working.

- No, but... - Harper,

I want to go home.

You heard me.

We're done here.

No.

No, we're not. Not by a long shot.

Get off my bridge now.

Don't you get it?

Your mission is over, dead.

There's no home for us to go back to.

No one will give a damn what we've seen or done. It doesn't mean a thing.

And you want to keep roaming the stars

in this obsolete piece of junk with all of us as your prisoners.

You were never my prisoner.

What choice did you give us?

What choice did we ever have?

Only the ones that you've already made.

One God,

one captain.

Dismissed.

We need to talk.

Yes, we do.

I may have a solution to your problem.

If it's about fixing my slipstream drive, I'm all ears.

Sorry, but I may be able to save you

fifty seven years of lost time.

On screen.

This planet is in the outer solar system.

Inhospitable, but stable enough to support you

if you decide to stay there with your ship.

Sit and wait for a rescue,

and risk being stranded until I die?

No, that's not my style.

I'm only offering you the option.

That's not an option, it's a life sentence.

Dylan.

I want you to stay.

We talked about purpose and madness,

and now you want me to miss my life

in exchange for what,

a trip through the void?

That void you're talking about...

I've seen more wonders...

and terrors in between the stars than around them.

This mission is the voyage of a lifetime.

Many lifetimes.

Captain, there are regrets to be had

no matter how you choose.

I know all about regrets...

believe me.

Is staying the worst thing?

Um... yes.

All right, boss, I know it sucks,

but in my humble opinion,

it is freaking cold down there.

We're talking negative kelvins...

and my vote is we stay where it's warm.

Rommie?

I'm with Harper.

On the Andromeda, I'm just another avatar of the ship's AI.

Here I'm unique.

And I'd like to see what's out there.

But it's your call.

Metis is an incredible man, but you are my captain.

Personally,

I don't understand why you're entertaining this discussion

when the answer is so obvious.

Obviously, it isn't so obvious to everyone.

There is one sure way for you to fail

in your self-imposed mission to restore civilization.

Remain on board.

Dangerous as it may seem

for you to strand yourself on some strange new world,

the fact is...

You throw yourself into danger in the service of your mission

at every opportunity.

Risk is your business.

Yeah. And business has been pretty good lately.

Dylan,

if you go with Metis, the years will go by.

History will be made without you.

If you stay and hope for a rescue,

you at least stand a chance of making a difference.

Commander.

If you don't mind, this is a private discussion.

Understood.

But before you make any decisions

about leaving, I think you should know something.

I believe we have the means to fix this ship

and get you home.

We've always had the means.

There's just one catch.

Well, there's always a catch.

Captain Metis would never allow it.

The bottom line is if you want to get out of here,

you have to help us take control of the Bellerophon.

You're talking mutiny.

Yes, captain, I am.

Retuning the antimatter routing circuits

and forcing open a portal.

What are we thinking?

Anything yet?

No. You have to complete the circuit.

Okay.

What about now?

Still nothing.

Yes! Ooh!

Oh, you had something there.

You think?

This is my thanks for not making Harper rewire me to spec.

I'm going to try Harper's help files again.

"Harper's help files."

What is wrong with this phrase?

Retuning the antimatter routing circuits.

Try to say that three times. Harper's help file number 32.

All right.

First, you have to access the secondary bypass systems

from the aft conduit on Deck 14.

Ow!

But be careful.

You've got live wires in here, very jumpy.

Now he tells me.

You were planning a mutiny long before we arrived.

That message you denied sending,

the one that we received on the Maru,

it wasn't meant for us.

I was using intraship radio to talk to Kemp.

There must have been some signal leakage that you picked up.

Why don't you tell me what we did pick up?

We're prisoners here, Captain Hunt.

Metis has become obsessed with his mission.

We were supposed to return to Earth years ago.

And that qualifies for mutiny?

I've been his XO for 20 years.

If there were another way, I'd take it, but there's not.

As long as you stay here,

you're his prisoners as much as we are.

Think about that while you decide.

I could go to Metis with this.

Like I said,

we have technology that could repair your ship.

Technology that Metis would never give you.

We can take control,

fix your ship,

and fly the hell out of here.

The universe...

is a marvelous place.

But there are still a few things that I miss about home.

Such as?

Sunset in Chapala.

The smell of eucalyptus,

a saxophone solo

that leaps from your throat into your heart,

and the company of a beautiful woman.

Technically, I'm an android.

Details.

You know, I've never met anybody as real as you.

Smart,

strong,

exquisite.

If I were a woman like you, I could...

I could do such things.

But you're not a woman.

Captain Metis,

are you trying to seduce me?

I seem to recall you inviting yourself

into my quarters.

Does Dylan know?

My free time is my own.

I must admit, I'm pleased that...

the captain decided to stay here with us.

So am I.

Pleased for him...

or for yourself?

Details.

I disabled the motion detectors.

The pressure sensors

are on another circuit.

With a little luck, they'll be in a random pattern.

Regardless, we have to know what's in there.

Voiceprint identify Metis, Fehdman,

Captain,

United Earth Joint Service.

It's unbelievable.

Metis is hiding a slipfighter.

Damaged, but not unsalvageable.

My guess is when that captain got even an inkling

of what a slipfighter could do,

he had her locked up tight so he could keep her all to himself.

He lied to us.

I mean, he had this all along.

Well,

he obviously didn't want his crew

entertaining any wild notions

about using it to leave his ship and go home.

Yeah, and it's not like we can install the slipdrive on the Bellerophon.

That would be like strapping a solid fuel rocket to a donkey.

Boom!

So what else was he going to do?

Nadya was telling the truth.

Will it be enough to fix the Maru?

Yeah. All we need is the exotic matter lens,

and we are golden.

But to get that, we've got to help Nadya.

So, do we mutiny or not, boss?

We'll do both.

I'm going to pay a little visit to Captain Metis.

Engineering,

- what's going on? - Checking, sir.

Your crew is attempting a mutiny.

Nadya...

you couldn't wait.

Are you a part of it, too?

- When were you going to... - Hold it!

Stand down, mister.

Yes, sir.

When were you going to tell me about the slipfighter locked up in your hold?

I don't appreciate your tone, Captain Hunt.

You lied to me.

You pretended to offer help when you were really just trying to get rid of us.

You're a military man.

Certainly you appreciate the difference between a lie

and protecting sensitive information.

Captain, if you give us the technology we need,

we will help you put down this mutiny.

Mutineers control engineering,

and Decks A through K.

Make up your mind, Metis.

It's getting awfully noisy, boss.

What's going on?

What's with the artillery, Kemp?

I told you we're not on Metis' side.

Hell, we want to go as bad as you do.

Look, sorry, man. We can't take the chance.

Just sit tight. This'll all be over soon.

Rommie, you getting this?

I certainly am.

Thanks for your help.

Sure.

I tried to warn you,

but you wouldn't listen.

We can go home.

Not in ten years, not while centuries pass,

but now.

We have our mission.

That's enough. That's enough, Metis.

That's enough.

Up against the wall.

Years ago,

I watched you pass the time

between Algol and the Typhon expanse

with a book.

What was it, the Divine Comedy?

Do you know where Dante placed traitors

who betrayed their leaders?

In the outer circle of hell.

"The quarters we gave them was to sink them in the tide."

Metis!

No.

It's my duty to administer justice.

You're right,

and I believe you're a just man.

That's why you're going to let Nadya go with me.

I have to make an example of her.

If I..

Simply let her go...

I lose half of my crew along with her.

But your mission will continue.

I know it will.

Because I went from a ship of 4,000

to a crew of six,

and together we changed the universe.

From one madman to another.

I feel like a fool standing here,

but I have to ask.

What you said last night.

Was any of it true?

Yes.

Being here on your ship with you,

alone and away from Dylan,

that made me feel very unique.

You could stay, you know.

They could build another android body for the Andromeda,

while you were exploring the galaxy

in the Bellerophon with me.

No.

My place is with Dylan.

I am his...

ship.

Then I suppose...

this is goodbye.

For now.

Android bodies last a long time,

so when you make your triumphant return home

to Earth in a thousand years,

I may just be there to greet you.

In that case...

This is for the next thousand years.

Counting down from a thousand.

She won't see Earth for a thousand years.

If she makes it at all.

True.

But the Earth she returns to

may just be the paradise I'm told it once was.

Well, hopefully it will be.

So, what happens to me and the crew?

We'll be glad to take you anywhere you'd like to go.

You're more than welcome to stay.

Dylan, I've got a slipstream event five light minutes out.

Oh, come on. Don't tell me more Ogami.

No, me.

The Andromeda has found us.

Are you thinking about Captain Metis?

Sort of.

I have to admit,

I was a little jealous of the man.

Really?

Hmm.

I've been a soldier my entire life,

following orders,

fighting the good fight, while...

other people did all the exploring.

I used to look down on those guys.

I always thought that their jobs were frivolous,

But after spending time with Metis...

and hearing about everything that he has seen and done...

You see what you've been missing.

Yeah.

Yeah...

I'll tell you what, Rommie.

After we've finally finished building our castle,

and all the dragons have been slain,

why don't we point ourselves out at the farthest star...

and see what's out there.

You and me?

You've got a deal.

Good.