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Harper, Beka...

- Andromeda. Andromeda, do you copy? - Go ahead.

I'm in a solar storm that is headed your way.

I've lost contact with Beka and Harper.

Acknowledged.

Transport's away!

That's the last of them.

Finally, this friggin' evacuation's finito.

All right, let's get our butts out of here.

Dylan! Dylan!

Where the hell is he?

This way.

Beka, Harper, come in.

Dylan, it would be nice if you could get us off this planet

before we're blown away!

No can do, Harper, not in this storm.

You and Beka take cover.

Ow.

I twisted my foot.

You think that's the only thing about you that's twisted?

I'd watch it if I were you.

I'm not the happy camper I normally strive to be

right now.

I can see why those people wanted off this stupid planet.

This place gives me the creeps.

It always has.

You've been here before?

Yeah, when I was a kid.

My dad was "working" it, if you know what I mean.

That's why Dylan volunteered me for this mission.

Volunteered us for this mission.

Well, into each day, some rain must fall.

Either way,

something about those people didn't seem right.

They were a stranded bunch of creeps.

Try putting some weight on it.

It's all right. Don't worry. It'll be fine.

The wind's died down.

Beka, Harper.

I've found a hole in the storm.

I'm coming in.

Great.

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.

Boss, where is the Andromeda?

Patience, Mr. Harper.

The Andromeda's riding the storm out.

She'll be here.

Aha.

I see you've succumbed to the siren call of fear worship, huh?

What's the matter, Harper?

You don't like horror stories?

No. They're stupid.

They're not scary.

I've got my own fears to worry about.

You didn't go through what I went through on Earth.

Lighten up, Harper. They're harmless.

You should try one.

All right.

I will.

What is it? What's going on?

We've got a hitchhiker from Virgil Nine,

unidentified life form.

Harper, tell me you didn't.

Not another pet.

From Virgil Nine? What, a pet rock?

Besides, Harper learned that lesson

with the Alduvian Thorac.

It looked like a bunny!

Atmospheric analysis is coming up.

It's metallovoric...

with strange metabolic emissions.

Good news for you, it doesn't eat humans.

Yeah. Too bad it doesn't eat Nietzscheans.

It does, however, seem kind of fond

of some of the Maru's key components...

Like the guidance system.

So, we're not on the menu, but the Maru is.

Yeah, I'm losing steering control.

On the positive side,

the Andromeda is off our starboard bow.

Andromeda, activate the drones. Bring us in.

Activating.

Hold us steady, Beka.

Mr. Harper, let's find our intruder.

I hope they find our hungry houseguest soon.

Do we even know how big this thing is?

We're about to find out.

Huh.

Whatever it is, it had a hell of a time

with this copper contact point.

Huh? Piece of cake.

Damn.

Nicely done.

Thanks.

Andromeda, cloak the Maru in an anti-oxidation field.

We've got to keep this creature contained.

Dylan, the anti-oxidation field is only temporary.

It will break down rapidly

and, at best, will only confuse the creature.

Well, fine, then depressurize this hangar,

I mean, no oxygen anywhere.

Anything that moves on the Maru, exterminate.

Anything that gets off of this ship, blow it into space.

Harper, if all else fails, what have you got for me?

Um, uh, Andromeda's skin is made of monocarbide netting.

We could try building a box around the Maru

from spare sheets in storage.

Sounds good. Do it.

Uh-Uh. First, decontamination. Let's go.

You'll let me know when you've made that box?

I'm going as fast as I can. I've got short legs, you know.

I'll be done before you can say "Tyr,"

Tyr.

Please initiate access code.

Rommie, what's the code?

I need to get in here.

Access denied.

Harper, you must request the code from Captain Hunt.

What? Why?

All right, fine.

I've got all the codes I need in the slipstream core.

Right. Codes.

Resume playback?

No, I've got work to do.

I said no.

Okay, just a quick ten pages.

Any luck getting in touch with our good friends from Virgil Nine?

No. Apparently, they've vanished.

Well, maybe they don't have their communications net

up at their new colony yet.

Or they just don't want to be found.

They wanted to be found when that storm kicked up.

Without us, they'd be dead.

That's right.

No thank you's, no nothing, just a bunch of bugs.

Ick. Is there anyone who might know

more about those bugs than we do?

Well, I checked the AUS library.

There are 68 variations of metallovoric parasites

in this galaxy.

However, we have to catch one

if we want to classify it.

I don't want to classify it,

unless we classify it as dead and off my ship.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Good book.

Oh, all right, all right, I get the message, Rommie.

I'm headed straight for parts storage.

I'm on it.

Okay. All right.

Is there anybody there?

What are you trying to do, besides shatter my eardrums?

You scared the pistons out of me.

I came to inquire as to whether ambition had prodded you

to make the box yet.

What, are you nuts?

It's... It's late.

I was just headed to parts storage now.

Now, please, I'm very, very, very busy.

Were you sleeping?

Yeah, right. Check.

Like I can close my eyes with my heart doing 180.

Call me when it's ready.

Beka!

Shouldn't you be working?

Fingers to the bone.

So, where are you headed?

Off to my quarters,

to wash the last bits of Virgil Nine off my body.

What a coincidence.

I happen to be headed the same way.

We've just got to make a quick stop in parts storage,

if you don't mind coming with me.

Got to chapter three yet?

Nice try, Harper,

but parts storage is in the opposite direction.

Oh, my God!

Boo!

Gotcha.

Harper, wear garlic,

and carry a very sharp stick.

No one's in here, right?

Rommie, would it be too much to ask

for a little illumination down here?

Thanks. Big help.

Tyr's right. I've got to get a grip.

Looks about right.

Hello?

Are you talking to me, captain?

No. No, it's nothing.

Or it's...

something.

Perhaps you should get some sleep.

"Sleep." Yeah. Yeah, like that'll happen.

Is there anything else?

No.

Rommie, would you stop doing that?

Dylan, are you worried

that the anti-oxidation containment field

around the Maru might be disintegrating?

Well, I am now.

Good thing, 'cause it is.

All containment measures have failed,

the creature's no longer confined.

Well, that is just great.

What is this place?

Andromeda, what...

Rommie?

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

There's got to be an explanation, Harper.

- Maybe it's one of the new crew members. - No.

Why can't it be a crew member?

Tenth time, no.

That was nine.

All right, all right. Now, just listen, okay?

It's a face I've never seen before,

nor care to ever see again.

Besides, it was in the wall.

New crew members don't hang out in walls.

People don't hang out in walls.

You know what hangs out in walls?

Mr. Harper, you're tired.

All right, for the 11th time, no.

That was ten.

Look, it was real. It was angry.

And it was a ghost!

Show us.

Like that?

Not funny, Mr. Harper. Show us the ghost.

Show yourselves.

Right here.

This is where Harper said he saw it.

That can't be good.

What do you see?

It's, uh...

Maggot slime.

It's never easy.

Using the same methods

employed to detect the presence of these maggots on the Maru,

Rommie has devised us a map.

With it, we can locate them and track their progress.

So all these highlighted areas are already infested.

Correct.

I've got a stupid question.

Why don't we just bomb the whole ship

stem to stern, kill them all at once?

"Bomb the ship"?

Not explosion bomb,

bug bomb. Insecticide.

Ah. Metallovores are vulnerable

to only one kind of airborne poison.

Corrosive gases.

Oh. That would wipe us out.

A bait station.

Yes! I could make 'em out of Rommie's skin.

Excuse me?

Make as many as you can as fast as you can, Harper.

Why are you still standing here?

All right, once Harper builds his traps,

we're going to split up and hunt these things down one by one.

Everyone but you, Rommie.

Sorry. These bugs will have you for dessert.

Here, Rommie?

A little to the left.

Good?

Who's there?

Hello?

Get out!

Who are you?

I mean you no harm.

That's a lot of traps, Rommie.

Beka, you're going to need them all.

Trust me.

I didn't think you could be sleeping

with the music so loud.

- What? - The music!

Hang on.

Right now, I could sleep through a Magog picnic.

More boxes. I'm on it.

That's not why I'm here.

You did not hallucinate.

And hallucination did not bend Tyr's weight bar,

and it did not show itself to me.

I didn't want to say anything until I was sure.

If you're making fun of me, Trance...

I am not making fun of you.

Do you believe in ghosts?

I don't believe that there couldn't be ghosts.

Oh, great.

In lieu of a parachute, here's a hanky.

I was so much happier when I thought it was my imagination.

Who's to say what your imagination is?

Oh, come on, Trance. I saw a ghost.

Yeah, so did I.

Okay. All right.

So, uh... So what do we do now?

What are the rules?

I guess it depends who it is,

and where it came from.

Do you ever get that feeling,

you know, when you think someone might be staring at you?

Dylan must abort his mission!

Abort or die.

Mutiny!

We have to follow it. Find out more about it.

What, are you on flash?

I'm not going up there. No way.

I'm being haunted, Trance.

What did I do? Why would somebody ever haunt me?

You know what? We don't need an exterminator.

We need an... exorcist.

Help!

Someone!

Anyone!

Except... you.

You shouldn't be here.

You'll be dealt with unless you go!

You saw something?

Oh, yeah.

Leave!

Ah...

Artificial intelligence.

Firewalls work, don't they?

Dylan? Yo, boss.

Um...

Rommie, did you see that?

No.

What? You had to see it.

It was right next to you.

I only see things that are real.

Hallucinations brought on by mass hysteria

are not real.

Leave this ship!

Leave!

What?

What? You can't...

I can't believe you don't see it and you won't believe me.

- I saw it. - You believe her, right?

It's not a matter of belief.

Well, what is it, then?

It's a matter of weakness,

not mental,

or physical,

just an inbred

and thin layer of emotion.

It could be holding you back.

Holding who back?

I'm talking to Harper.

But I saw it too.

Does that make me inbred and thin?

No, I was talking to Harper.

Hmm.

You know,

there's something else that doesn't make any sense.

One of the strongest sources of emissions

come from a place that doesn't exist.

Now, it's not on my grid,

but I'm sure my sensors aren't wrong.

It's active between sectors 451 and 452.

It's a hell-hole!

That's from a flexi I'm reading.

Let's get Dylan.

Good idea. Um, I'll stay put.

Sectors 451 and 452.

These were restricted areas,

top-security research.

Shouldn't they still show up on Rommie's grid

even if they were top secret?

Yeah, they should, but they don't.

Watch out for the slime.

Maybe it's a Trojan,

or a computer virus triggered by the maggots,

when they were eating through the metal circuits.

A computer virus caused the hologram?

Your guess is as good as mine.

It's a mechlab.

"It's a mechlab."

And they were making?

Well, apparently, our ghost.

Dylan?

That's a High Guard uniform.

A mobil-com.

Looks like he was trying to get a message out.

Yeah.

He must have... died before he could hit "send."

Captain Hunt...

I need help.

Please... Please, Dylan, don't leave me here.

Please, buddy...

Buddy, it's me, Eddie.

Please.

Poor guy.

Eddie Aldrich.

Friend of yours?

I hardly knew him.

He was a new crew member.

Well, now we know who our ghost is.

And why he wants revenge.

Dylan, it probably happened during the Nietzschean attack,

when you gave the order to evacuate.

He must've come through the event horizon alive.

But I was the only one left on this ship.

I checked. We checked.

We partitioned off that room's computer from my processors

with a multi-program rerouting assemblage.

Dylan, you never would have found him.

- I should have. - This is not your fault.

He didn't have to die, Beka. Not like that.

What did you bait them with, oarlock gills?

Like it matters.

Eddie Aldrich's ghost'll get us if the bugs don't.

None of them worked?

Huh. I guess they prefer dining al fresco.

This is not good.

- Really? - Time to call for help.

Can't.

The bugs have damaged the communications network.

Eddie Aldrich. Third mechaneer.

Quite an impressive resume.

He graduated first in his class,

held very advanced theories on slipstream travel,

and had an exceptional aptitude

for rapid navigation and footprint camouflage.

A master at misdirection.

He had also filed numerous complaints against his fellow crew members,

citing harassment.

I used to pride myself on knowing the name

of every crew member that served under me.

You had over 4,000.

Doesn't matter.

He was also diagnosed with a mild case of NPD,

Narcissistic personality disorder,

although this information was kept classified

by order of the Commonwealth.

Did he have any friends?

One.

"One"?

Give me the name.

Dylan Hunt.

I've accessed the memory log.

Playback command deck.

Cross-reference Hunt, Dylan,

with Aldrich, Eddie.

CY 9784.

Dylan! Captain Hunt!

End of file.

Nothing worse than feeling alone.

Aldrich based our friendship on this?

Dylan.

It's been a long time.

Eddie Aldrich, in the so-called flesh.

It's payback time, captain.

I never meant to leave you in there, Eddie.

Of course not.

You wanted me off like all the rest

so you could betray the Commonwealth.

Excuse me?

Oh, come now, captain.

Do you honestly think I wouldn't have figured out

what you and your band of pirates are up to?

How dare you?

Getting your Nietzschean friend to help you stage an invasion...

Brilliant.

No wonder they made you captain.

Wonder what they'll make me when I bring you in.

Your list of crimes is enormous.

Treason, dereliction of duty,

embezzlement,

embarrassment, murder...

There's nowhere left to bring me in to, Eddie.

The Commonwealth ended a long time ago.

You and I and the Andromeda

were caught on the edge of a black hole for over 300 years.

You are lying!

Fine.

Don't take my word for it.

You have the intelligence, Eddie.

Compare the star charts

from the moment the Nietzscheans attacked us to where they are today.

You're making a big mistake, Eddie.

Eddie, listen to me.

Andromeda's in danger.

We need to work together.

Important.

My friend...

You... punish...

Dylan, you must die.

Eddie, you are important.

I need you.

I don't need you!

Because I am less than nothing.

I want you to know what it's like...

Feel emptiness.

My emptiness.

I have other plans,

and they don't include you anymore.

That I saw.

Eddie managed to survive the black hole,

and somehow, he's integrated my systems

as a powerful AI.

I'm sorry, Dylan. It's beyond my control.

He's taken over.

Five minutes to self-destruct.

Oh, no.

He's activated Andromeda's self-destruct sequence.

Rommie...

I'm shutting down.

Rommie. Rommie.

Fight him! Don't let him do this!

Shipwide.

Beka, Tyr... Anyone?

Four minutes to self-destruct.

Please tell me that's not the ship's

internal detonation alarm.

Eddie's AI has taken over Andromeda.

- What? - That's what he was working on

in the mechlab.

You have to evacuate to The Maru, prepare for launch.

But she can't fly.

She can't steer, but she can fly.

Your only option is to fall through space right now.

What about you?

Go.

Three minutes to self-destruct.

What are you still doing here?

Sorry, Eddie.

You don't think your mutiny will still work, do you?

I don't abandon my crew, Eddie,

And you're part of my crew, Eddie.

Your betrayal is over.

Don't do this. Don't destroy Andromeda.

I am not destroying Andromeda!

Eddie, if you allow this ship to detonate,

you'll only be accomplishing,

what those parasites were already going to do.

You can be important.

You can save your ship. Save the Andromeda.

Two minutes to self-destruct.

You and I would have been friends,

had I lived, right?

We are friends.

How can I help, captain?

Electrocute the ship.

But keep it safe. You can do this.

- I can? - Yes.

What about you, captain?

Don't worry about me.

Save the ship.

Electrocute it... now.

One minute to self-destruct.

Thirty seconds to self-destruct.

The hangar doors won't open...

Twenty seconds to self-destruct.

Dylan?

Ten seconds to self-destruct.

Eight. Seven. Six.

Five seconds to self-destruct.

Three.

Self-destruct sequence terminated.

They're all dead, captain.

Thank you, Eddie.

Launch.

Godspeed, Eddie Aldrich.

What's in the box?

Beka's novels.

Here, take them.

I don't want to see them, touch them, even think about them.

I'm quitting before they're a habit.

I'm so pleased.

Hey. What's that noise?

No, in the box. What's that noise?

Boo!

Harper...

Back at you.

Maggots.

We are never, ever going back to Virgil Nine!