Original subtitles

Finished. Done.

The new slipfighter's working like a charm. I only need 20 more minutes.

Yeah, you said that 20 minutes ago.

Right, right. But that was before I knew

I really only needed 20 more minutes.

Uh-huh. Mr. Harper, bring it in.

But boss, this debris field,

it's a once-in-a-galaxy opportunity,

to test the navigation sensors.

Mr. Harper, bring it in.

All right,

but we'll never know whether or not my new slipfighter

can dodge all that space garbage.

Yeah.

I'm detecting an unacceptably high rad temperature

inside my ramscoop.

More power to the rad shields, please.

Uh...

too late.

Captain Dylan Hunt.

Beka! Look out!

You know...

You could have helped out.

You were doing pretty good.

Thanks.

What the hell was that?

I really have no idea, and I don't want to find out.

My ramscoop must have captured a micro satellite

along with the usual space debris.

Andromeda, get us out of here.

Captain, the slipfighter has launched.

Tyr just took off with my brand-new slipfighter!

What?

Tyr, you picked a bad day for a joyride.

He's gone to radio silence.

Oh, great.

Let's go get him.

Searching.

I'm picking up eight departing slipfighters

every 45 degrees on horizon level.

- Eight? - Eight?

The slipfighter's equipped with

new splinter imaging technology,

multiple disguised footprints.

Sorry. Surprise!

I'm surprised.

Prior to his departure, Tyr was in his quarters.

He had engaged privacy mode.

Great. Andromeda, override privacy mode.

I want to know what Tyr was doing.

Hold on.

You can just override privacy mode? Just like that?

Yeah. Andromeda's a warship. We can't afford secrets.

Tyr was viewing a hologram transmission

Delivered by the same microsat that delivered your genite.

Well, play it.

Our feet will tread these rocks.

Our hands will work this ice.

Oh, my.

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.

I found no trace of the eight slipfighters, or of Tyr.

Keep looking for anything.

The spheres are the remains of an eidolon.

Eidolon?

It's a highly complex and very cool structure

made of dark-matter particles.

These things working together can simulate almost any image

of almost any size.

It hit pretty hard for a simulant.

That's because it can also simulate mass.

Dark matter, huh?

Yeah.

I tried fiddling around with it when I was a kid

using science kits, but with no luck.

Andromeda, how did you let this stuff get on board?

Display.

There are thousands of vents on this ship,

screened, of course,

but something split into molecule-sized particles

can pass through.

Then reassemble themselves later.

The bad news is,

my database comes up empty on the composition of this.

So we don't know where it came from?

Or where Tyr flew off to.

But we do have the message from the mystery woman.

I've run a spectral analysis

on the scattered sunlight and geological features.

There are a finite number of planets

with rocky surfaces and a breathable atmosphere

orbiting what appears to be a class-B blue dwarf.

Define finite.

Approximately 43 million planets.

Any planets with ties to Nietzscheans?

51,809...

So far.

I have no 100% match,

but I do have an 80% match in the Melita system.

Andromeda, book us a flight.

Charting now.

What if Tyr doesn't want to be found?

He's taken off before.

Yeah. It just doesn't feel that way.

Right.

The genite warrior, he addressed you.

Whoever's signaling Tyr

is trying to get a message to you, too.

That's what I'm worried about.

Finding Tyr looks like a trap for the Andromeda.

Captain, code blue. Report to command.

Andromeda, what's up?

On screen.

Wow.

Object at a distance of 12 kilometers and closing.

Dimensions.

700 meters in length, 150 wide, 75 meters deep.

Human proportions.

You're so big.

Or he is.

Move to intercept.

Spectral analysis incoming.

It's an eidolon.

Activate defense systems.

Maneuvering.

Prepare to fire...

On me.

Firing.

You know, someone is going to great and obvious lengths

to make a point.

Oh, I get the point...

And I get the message.

Someone wants us to go in a different direction.

By diverting to intercept the eidolon,

we have changed course.

Currently, we are headed away from the Melita system,

and toward a place called Elba Nine.

Someone or something telling us to go there.

Tell you what.

Let's go to Elba Nine.

Cool.

Searching for Elba Nine.

Andromeda, data is still dropping out.

We've got bugs in the system.

I am unable to contain the billions of eidolon particles

that made up the genite and the microsat.

They have infected my guidance system,

which is why all data is suspect.

I have a virus.

Who is doing this?

That would be me.

Is this another eidolon?

No. In fact...

My name is Naz.

Bartolome Naz.

A small ship docked during our fight with the giant eidolon.

It was undetected.

Because of the infection lintroduced to your system.

A childishly simple design, but surprisingly effective.

Captain Hunt,

you need to update your defense systems.

Shall I remove him from the deck?

I don't think you want to do that.

I know where Tyr Anasazi has gone,

and I know why.

I'm listening.

Tyr Anasazi...

After all this time.

Checking all available databases for Bartolome Naz.

All I see is a Bartolome Naz who was a forward striker

for the Talos Two springball team.

He led the Talons in assists for two seasons in a row.

He's corrupted the database.

Oh, yeah.

Allow me an explanation.

I design weapons.

Everything from molecular machines like eidolon particles,

right up to things like your floating image.

Tell me where my crew member is.

Permit me to show you something.

Desiree D'lene,

the most beautiful woman in the galaxy.

She was brilliant, she was witty,

she was sensuous,

she was the love of my life...

until she wasn't.

She grew tired of me.

We all have broken heart stories.

Why don't you get to the point?

When I lost Desiree, I lost all self-control.

My defenses crumbled.

I raged.

If I couldn't have Desiree, then no one would...

So...

I hired someone to kill her...

But it didn't turn out that way.

Yeah,

I guess that'd be my first choice if I was getting dumped,

Hire a Nietzschean hit man.

For several years,

I believed that Tyr had accomplished his mission,

that Desiree was indeed dead.

I mourned seriously.

A broken heart.

And then,

I discovered this strange message.

Our feet will tread these rocks.

Our hands will work this ice.

I conducted my own fruitless search,

then realized there was one man who knew where she was.

- Tyr. - Tyr.

He was supposed to kill her. Instead, hid her...

Apparently, on the prison planet

Elba Nine.

Now, anyone can get onto this planet,

but just try to get off.

That's when the surprises start.

Surprises I designed.

Successful escape is theoretically impossible.

What are you doing here?

I want to get Desiree back and you want to get Tyr back.

The Andromeda is the only thing that would give us chance

of accomplishing that,

so I sent your image, captain, drifting in space.

And you followed.

You know, it's funny.

I wasn't aware that we were for hire,

or at your disposal, Mr. Naz.

We are approaching Elba Nine's southern hemisphere.

I'm detecting an anomaly in orbit.

Watch him.

Apparently, a maneuverable one.

It's intercepting us.

One of my surprises.

Magnify.

Five kilometers in diameter across its longitudinal axis,

three to four kilometers latitudinally.

It's a weapons platform.

It's firing.

Andromeda, reroute.

Activate point-defense systems. Let's zigzag.

I don't want to give this thing an easy target.

Is this another one of your eidolons?

It's an attrox.

It's an automated sentry,

An asteroid modified to serve as a fortress moon.

There are no records of an attrox actually being built.

This one was...

by me.

Then you must know how to beat it.

Unfortunately, it can't be beaten,

but I'm betting that you can handle it.

It's firing.

All right.

Let's see if we can make this thing chase us.

Beka, take us into slipstream.

That should do some damage.

Aye, aye.

Medea, wait!

Don't ever call me that.

It's your name.

What are you doing here?

Finishing the job?

Don't be ridiculous.

I haven't seen Bartolome in years.

Our feet will tread these rocks.

Our hands will work this ice.

Our eyes will search the night and--

You loved me, Tyr! Then you left.

And you know I had no choice.

What choice did I have?

I left you in the one place Bartolome wouldn't look.

Hidden from everyone! Why, Tyr? Why?

You know why!

You're still perfect.

All your strength and fire

still greets me there in your eyes...

In your smell...

The magnificent beat of your heart.

You're perfect, Medea.

It is my curse.

Your... Your boneblades.

Or lack thereof.

All that mocking you did.

You're just like me.

No.

No, I'm not like you.

We lost it,

but you know, for a while there,

I had this weird feeling that I was being followed.

The attrox is following us.

Incoming.

Beka, evasive maneuvers.

You're surprised that the attrox can navigate slipstream?

Well, it has a brain, human emotions, mine.

That's impossible.

At the end of the day,

slipstream navigation is based on the will to live.

Look at the attrox and understand me.

I've never been chased by a fortress moon before.

I'm not going to like it.

Now what?

We can't beat it, can't outrun it, but we can hide from it.

Beka, get us as close to Elba Nine as you can.

We can put Andromeda in a tight circular orbit

below the attrox and out of its range.

For a while.

It'll give us time to launch the Maru and find Tyr.

Orbit confirmed.

Good. Beka, grab Harper.

Go get Tyr.

You won't have much time.

Three hours would be my estimation.

I'm well aware of that, Mr. Naz.

After that, there won't be an Andromeda to come back to.

Hold your cookies.

Hang on.

Elba Nine's got one hell of a jet stream.

High winds, radiation...

I think we're flying over a range of active volcanoes.

Something tells me this is the easy stuff.

Each morning I'd wake in hope,

only to live each day in that fear.

You've kept everything just the same.

Is that what you think?

What about Bartolome?

What about him?

I haven't seen or heard from him in years.

Your message is what brought me.

You...

standing there outside the house.

Yes, I sent you a message a year ago.

When I scrounged communication gear

from a crashed freighter.

But everything changed in that year.

I changed.

I survived.

I prospered.

I didn't expect to show up and find you dead, Medea.

You knew I would come back.

That was my only fear.

What is that?

My alarm system.

Visitors.

There's two of them.

Who else would live in this wasteland?

No one. Naz made sure of that.

Whoever they are followed you.

If there are two, we should split up.

Man, I can't imagine being dumped here,

and surviving.

Really?

I always figured I'd retire to a place like this.

Oh yeah?

Sure, radiation, snowstorms,

the decimation of pretty much all life,

yeah, it'd be perfect for you.

There it is.

I'm going to go straight.

You go around the back.

Just give me a couple seconds lead.

Hey, she's supposed to be desirable, not deadly...

Not that there's necessarily a difference.

Tyr!

Was that you? Did you just shoot at me?

You'll never know.

Hold it!

Miss D'lene, I presume.

Beka!

This is practically impossible.

I didn't leave a trail,

and Elba Nine isn't the sort of place

you just find.

We had help from an old friend of yours,

Bartolome Naz.

Bartolome?

Tyr...

Where is he?

Aboard the Andromeda right now.

But don't worry. He's under control.

Wishful thinking.

Did Naz inform you of my original mission?

Yes, kill her.

And still you brought him here?

We thought we were rescuing you.

Did I ask for your help?

Hey, I was against it.

And now it gets complicated.

Mm?

Look at him.

He actually cares what she thinks.

Oh yeah.

You ever seen Tyr like that before?

Yeah.

They're not enemies...

They're lovers.

We found them, so now what?

Report on Tyr's condition.

He's in love again.

He's with Desiree.

Um...

bring them up.

We're running out of time.

Dylan, I have completed

the analysis of Naz's medical condition.

It's myasthenia gravis.

It's easily treatable. He chooses not to walk.

It feeds his hatred.

It will be good to see you again,

Tyr Anasazi.

How was your trip to Elba Nine?

Stupid.

Not on my list of vacation spots.

We saw one good thing.

We met the local.

I missed you, however.

This is the Andromeda.

It's nothing like you're used to, I'm sure.

Listen, I've been meaning to tell you that...

You're as impetuous as I remember.

You owe me a death.

Suppose I let you live, and we call it even?

Why don't you just shoot?

Drop it.

Now, she'll shoot you.

Mr. Harper,

accompany Mr. Naz to the brig.

Tyr, take Desiree to her quarters, please.

Desiree...

All right...

Move it.

They're not acting like lovers now.

I think they're acting just like lovers.

Medea!

Desiree.

Believe me,

I had no idea Naz was within three galaxies of here.

We all do things in this life to survive,

things for money.

And I always knew you were a mercenary,

but I never thought you'd stoop so low

as to pick up this payment.

Are you out of your mind?

You had me, Tyr. I was yours.

Why are you running from me?

Why are you pursuing?

Do you think we would pick up where we'd left off?

Yes.

It's too late, Tyr.

Untested love is ultimately worthless.

Untest...

Medea...

I am here.

I came for you.

There are your quarters.

My love was tested!

Andromeda, put up a spatial graphics

of the attrox's primary weapons, please.

Well, Naz is on ice,

and Trance is keeping him company,

so he can't pull any more of those fancy tricks out of his magic chair.

Which raises the next question.

What are we going to do with Desiree?

I've got a few ideas.

And Naz, for that matter.

Well, Naz can be packed into his ship and sent home,

But I don't think Desiree wants to go along.

Right now,

she doesn't exactly want to stay with Tyr, either.

More of your lover's intuition?

What's that supposed to mean?

It's not a decision we have to make this moment.

First, we've got to deal with the attrox.

Rommie, how much time before target lock?

85 minutes.

85 minutes?

85 minutes to solve a problem

even the greatest military minds

of an entire era couldn't solve.

Piece of cake.

We're dead.

Let's hope not.

I thought you once told me

that you could never be with a human woman,

Never, ever in a million years?

I did say that once...

to you.

That's it.

The eidolons,

we could synthesize and program them ourselves.

Make our own eidolon?

Bartolome could do it.

Yeah, if you trust him to help.

I trust him to want to live.

Mr. Anasazi.

You're needed.

I'm aware. I heard everything.

The question is,

why should I help?

You heard the captain. You know why.

Because you want to live.

You're making a big assumption.

I've made fortunes and lost them,

given and taken life, and I'm still...

alone.

I'm sorry.

Now, are you going to assist us or not?

You've always resented me,

You,

who are merely a failed killing machine.

What do you want?

From you, an explanation.

Why didn't you kill Desiree?

And how could you abandon her on Elba Nine?

Yes or no?

It'd probably be safer for you to stay in your quarters.

It would have been safer for me on the planet,

but you eliminated that option.

Yeah, well, we'll stick you back there soon enough,

as soon as we untangled your history with Naz and Tyr.

And anyone else who loves you,

and is trying to kill you.

Oh, it is my curse...

To be all things to all men.

My heart's breaking.

Bartolome...

I was troubled when I met him.

In need.

He changed my life, and I mistook gratitude for love.

And that feeling quickly turned to hate...

And then there's Tyr.

The very exciting Tyr Anasazi...

my savior.

Two relationships, two failures.

Yeah, well,

we've all had those kind of failures.

No woman can be all things to all men.

No human woman.

I need a timing on acquiring the attrox.

Or vice versa. 14 minutes.

We're ready.

The slipfighter is painted.

A ranging shot from the attrox. It knows we're coming.

Mr. Harper, we are on the clock.

I'm shaking it, boss.

Hey! I've got to say this for your stuff, Naz,

it goes on smooth.

And this is going to be one of my greatest works so far.

All right. We'll fly this thing by remote, yes?

Desiree.

Look out. She's an eidolon!

Maybe not.

Blood.

Five minutes.

We have to get her stabilized. She has to live.

That will probably be left to a higher source than you.

That'll makes the odds much better.

Four minutes.

Beka, Tyr, to command.

If you could get out of that chair,

could you also let her go?

The one has nothing to do with the other.

I suppose you should know.

Two minutes until target lock.

I never thought I'd see an ugly moon-rise.

Mr. Harper, launch the slipfighter

when Tyr is ready.

She's away.

Let's try to keep from being hit, okay?

It's tracking every movement.

It's also ignoring the slipfighter.

Good.

I want the slipfighter to get behind the attrox...

Get it in closer.

Give the attrox a bigger target.

It's bracketing us.

A few more moments.

A little more time.

I'm clear.

Mr. Harper.

Please work.

I love my Seamus.

Tyr, you may fire when ready.

All right, now it's our turn.

Full reverse power?

No. Get in that thing's wake.

We're not running, we're taking it out.

All right, it's got the slipfighter in its sights.

Harper, showtime.

My pleasure.

It's blinded.

Hit that everything with everything we have.

We have destroyed the attrox.

Good work, people.

Good work.

You're leaving with her.

I don't know.

You've spent your entire life

trying to control everything and everybody.

You're going to let her go, Naz.

Looking at her lying there...

For the first time, I wanted to design something

that would save a life.

Here's your chance to do just that.

I'm glad to see you're back with us.

Captain,

I want to thank you.

That's not necessary.

Maybe it's five years on Elba Nine showing.

Not saying anything to anyone.

But it was an environment

that cultivated me to be realistic.

I'm amazed you survived.

It is harsh,

but it had its own beauty.

Surviving difficult situations...

Can give one perspective.

Yes.

It reminds us what's important in life.

Health, choice...

love.

Love...

Mr. Naz has something to say to you.

Time to lower my defenses as well.

Medical program completed.

All tissue and nerves regenerated.

Go.

Follow your heart.

You'll always have mine.

You can leave your beloved Elba whenever you wish.

You're free.

I always was free.

You and I...

after all we've been through,

I would say we are the greatest of survivors.

And we will survive longest if no one knows.

No, we will survive longest

if you and I make babies.

We can live here, Medea. I don't care anymore.

And if Niobe, our matriarch, were alive,

she'd arrange it, but she is dead,

Just like every other Kodiak we've known...

Because every other pride wants the Kodiak dead...

And I no longer want to live my life on the run,

not even with you, Tyr.

I know how this must hurt you.

I will never call you Desiree D'lene.

That's just a human name.

Something for the clients.

I had to make my way.

You are Medea Cymri,

out of Isabella by Zarathustra...

And I will always want you

in the way that I did,

from the first day I saw you playing outside your father's house.

Our feet will tread these rocks.

Our hands will work this ice.

Our eyes will search the night.

And our heart will fly away.

Medea, please?

I am not waiting here

alone for you.

I choose no longer to wait for the future,

for I am in my happiness.

But...

Go.

The sky is falling.