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We have 27 more.

We'll never get all of them off on time.
Take as many as we can get.

Rami, report.

Primary structures are yielding and
environmental systems are failing.

I estimate 3 .7 minutes until this drift
buckles.

Leave the dead.

Not working. Take it.

Coming back for another load. Negative.

You'll never make it over and back in
time.

And Dylan, this was no industrial
accident. The drift was a task.

Analysis indicates multiple warships
using heavy warheads.

Damn it.

I guess he's gone.

He's gone.

Promise me after we leave back this
place, we'll get whoever did this.

Deal.

Dylan, we have multiple ships headed
this way with weapons deployed.

Rami, get out of there. Tyr, activate
point defense.

Point defense activated.

Shall I undock? No, hold your position.

Rami, move it! Approaching ship. They're
opening fire.

The drift has been destroyed.

The enemy ships, they're coming around
for another attack.

Deer, get us out of here now!

Try to be a good Samaritan.

This is the thanks I get.

He is the last guardian of a fallen
civilization, a hero from another time.

Faced with the universe in chaos, Dylan
Hunt recruits an unlikely crew and sets

out to reunite the galaxy.

On the starship Andromeda, hope lives
again.

Oh, boy.

Unseen enemy. Nothing worse.

Must have been an angry unseen enemy.

Hey! What did we ever do to them?

Dylan, I have a preliminary
identification of our assailant. Anyone

I'm afraid so.

It's the time.

What? I thought bug people were our
friends.

So did I.

Which is why I place great stock in
paranoia.

Incoming.

battle station.

Well, whatever bug got up their ass.

Obby -positors. The sand have definitely
upgraded their stingers since the last

time we had to smell them.

Shall I prepare a volley of offensive
missile for our former allies? Prepare

all means, but hold your fire for now,
Mr. Harper.

Oh, no. He wants to talk to them. I hate
it when they do this. I know. I know.

Opening up a stupid comm channel.

This is the Commonwealth Starship
Andromeda Ascendant. We have no quarrel

you. Stand down. Over. They're firing
again.

Told you it was stupid.

So much for diplomacy.

I'd like to meet someone in space with
some manners.

We've got over 15 more people in the
hall and they're all critical.

We can barely deal with the patients we
have now. Let's stabilize them with

Kleenextra and then bring them in one
every 15 minutes in order of priority.

we have more injectors? I need more
medical nanos.

This is wrong.

Yes, Becca, we can deal with the
inherent cruelty of the universe later.

mean, this is wrong.

We've got hundreds of patients here and
none of them are conscious.

None of them.

Rami, you've seen battle casualties
before. Does this look right to you?

Triance, have you finished the blood
work? Check the medical CPU.

Retrieving. Do you think the fan used
chemical weapons?

Not chemical.

Biological.

We've isolated a single -celled parasite
that's infecting the patient's CNS. It

definitely looks to be a biological
agent probably delivered by Warhead.

A disease?

Oh, that is just perfect. Airborne?

I doubt it. It seems to be anaerobic,
but I've programmed the environmental

systems to filter it out just in case.

These people have been on board for
several hours.

For all we know, the parasites are
already all over the ship. Rami, how

biological weapon infect somebody so
fast if it doesn't spread through the

I'm on it.

Another volley.

All right.

All right. They're bugging us to death.
I say we spray them with citronella or

squash them underfoot.

Sir? An all -out attack would prove
futile. Against the sand?

So far as I can tell, they've deployed
an entire fleet.

Over 20 capital ships, 100 destroyers.
They're smart enough to stay at extreme

range and just trade missiles with us.
Brace for impact.

A commodity they appear to have in
abundance. All right, Harper, head to

Morrow and fuel yourself in. Here,
weapons ready. We'll make best feet at

-stream range.

You want me to leave in the middle of a
fight? Mr. Harper, how many times do we

have to go over this? The immune
system's stuck.

What? Hey, until Rami and Trance figure
out how these bioweapons spread, I want

you out of harm's way.

All right. I know that used to be my
favorite place, but... No buts. Go.

Yes, sir. Bravely running away, sir.

Captain, I'm reading a half dozen fan
fighters at one light minute and closing

fast.

I've got them.

They've got some sort of improved ECM. I
can't target them all. Hold them up

long enough for us to get to a
slipstream portal.

Sector 36, repairing hull seal.

We've lost our port sensors and 90 % of
our sublight engine power.

Maximum speed is down to 5 PSI.
Slipstream engines?

Still functional, for now. In that case,
slipstream on my mark.

3, 2, 1, mark.

We've made it.

Our EM lens gave out.

Oh, great.

Our fuel tanks are leaking antiprotons.

The ship is almost breaking up.

Damn it.

We lost another one.

The wounds we can treat, but the
parasitic infection...

He's killing them.

Every single one of them is infected.

We know it's not passed through touch,
it's not passed through the air, so we

have to figure out how it's transmitted.

Blood? No, that would be too slow.
There's no way they could have all

by now.

What about symptoms?

How could we tell when someone is first
infected?

Parasites induce a high fever, increased
heart rate, severe dehydration.

Which would look like what?

Headache? Dry mouth?

That, joint pain, cramping, nausea?
Check.

Check. And check.

Becca?

I've also got shortness of breath and
blurred vision.

But the headaches are definitely the
worst.

She's got it. She's infected.

Which means in a few hours she'll be
dead.

The parasites propagate along the
nervous system. Once they've compromised

particular pathway, they move on to the
next one.

Well, that explains the pain shooting up
and down my arms and legs.

Look here.

Along the spinal cord, those are the
most heavily used nerve pathways in the

human body. They also happen to be the
last ones infested. It's as if the more

heavily used the pathway, the harder it
is for the parasites to infect.

So, theoretically, my brain should be
the last thing to go.

Yeah. Just one problem.

These scans are from the patients who
were already catatonic when they were

brought on board.

These scans are from the patients who
only recently went unconscious.

The spread of the parasite accelerates
once the patient loses consciousness.

The longer you can stay awake, the
slower the infection will spread. And if

fall asleep, that's the big sleep.

Be prepared to pull an all -nighter.

Trash. AP circuits, trash.

EM lens. What do you know? Trash. Right?
A good thing I love trashy ladies.

Otherwise, I'd be tempted to trade you
in for a newer mug.

Maybe a super mug.

Men. Harper, aren't you supposed to be
in the Maru hiding from the parasites?

Aren't you supposed to be directing your
repair nanobots? I can multitask.

Oh, and men can't. However, if I were in
the Maru, I wouldn't be out here in the

kind of fixing you. If so, back though.
QED.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. So there.

Besides.

I'm wearing protection.

Basically, you gotta prioritize. I can
get you a slipstream, sensors, or

sublighting, but not all at once. So,
what do you want first?

I would prefer to see them coming, but
without slipstream, we can't run.

Agreed. Slipstream engines first, Mr.
Harper, then sensors.

Got it.

Tyr, we need to find a place to hide
while we complete repairs.

There's an asteroid just within range.

It's big enough to hide the ship behind.
Good.

Give me the coordinates and I'll bring
it in.

Cover it.

This one might still be treatable. Over
to medical.

This one, too.

It's too late to save that one. The
parasites have already spread to the

We still might be able to save him. Even
if we could. His cerebral pathways are

so badly compromised, he'd be a walking
vegetable.

Could you just partition off another
part of us into a worker android and

them do this instead?

You are getting so emotional lately.

First the crew, now people you don't
even know.

It's just that humans, they're so...

Vulnerable, so delicate.

You. I.

We.

Given proper maintenance, could last a
thousand years. Compared to us, humans

are born and gone in a day. We're
helpless without humans.

Or any other organic sentient, for that
matter. We have no purpose.

We're useless. That frightens you?

It should frighten you, too.

Fear.

Very counterproductive emotion.

I'm glad it's confined to your neural
net. How do they live like this?

Under the constant threat of death.
Don't worry.

When these ones are gone, there will be
more to take their place Someone besides

Dylan will give us purpose. They're not
interchangeable

Andromeda, engage autopilot. Autopilot
engaged.

Match the asteroid's velocity and
position.

Tyr, help me with this relay.

Something occurs to me.

By taking the survivors of the drift on
board, haven't we done Nathan's work for

them?

Yes, by exposing ourselves to their
bioweapons.

Yes, well, perhaps it would be wise,
under the circumstances, to offload the

refugees.

You mean eject them into space? I don't
advise we tell them first.

Beck is infected.

Should we dump her as well?

Well, I imagine one of our patients or
even one of the

corpses might hold the key to curing
him.

That's what I was thinking too.

Becca? No.

You have to stay awake.

I'm tired, Trance.

I'm going to have to give you a
stimulant. No, Trance. No.

No. No drugs.

Becca.

I can't, Trance.

Me? Stimulants?

Bad mix.

Remember? The alternative is not an
option.

Becca, you need it. I always need it.

Every day.

I'm not going to get through this just
to end up a drug addict.

So I can do this.

I can stay awake without the drugs if
you will help me.

Becca, I do remember.

And I will help you.

And I'm going to look for a cure, but
you have to keep talking to me to let me

know that you're awake.

Deal.

So, why gold?

What?

Your skin, why gold?

Guess.

See, now that sounds like the old trance
to me. No, it's the new trance, trying

to keep Becca awake by talking.

You have ten guesses.

Okay, first guess.

You are actually a completely different
person.

That's it.

You are?

No, no, I...

I think I've come up with a way to
counter the parasite.

I'll have to run a few more tests, but
I've got something.

I know it.

Dylan?

Go ahead.

Dylan, I think I might have found...

Trance, what's happening down there?
It's the patients. They're attacking us.

Dylan, it's not the patients. It's the
corpses.

You really should have filmed that.

Dylan, I'm not reading any pulses or
brain waves from the corpses of the

victims. And their bodies register at
room temperature.

Well, that would make sense. They're
corpses.

Yes. The trouble is, they're walking
around the ship trying to... kill you.

You're surprised?

That's what you get for incessantly
trying to help.

The ungrateful dead.

Rami, activate internal defense.

So long as they're already dead. No harm
in killing them again.

Internal defenses activated.

Just great.

Internal defense is ineffectual. It
isn't so easy to kill dead people, is

No. Andromeda, explore other options.
Tyr, you have command.

Stay dead

This

is

creepy

Very creepy.

Where are you going?

To help Dylan.

Dylan asked you to help by researching
ways to neutralize the reanimated...

Well, there's one way.

Look, you do what you do. I'll do what I
do.

We have a job to do.

Then stop arguing with me and do it.

Besides, saving Dylan is the most
important thing right now.

You're letting your feelings cloud your
objectivity, am I?

Yes, you are.

Maybe that's what it feels like to be
human.

Oh, Rami!

Why are the dead trying to kill us?

Or kiss us.

You gotta be kidding me.

Sorry, guys, but you're not my type.

Fuck, where are those engines?

I'm working on it, you big...

It's gone.

That's not good.

Well, from the raw data, I'm guessing
the fan blew up the asteroid with some

kind of controlled anti -proton
explosion.

Multiple warheads. It's easy enough to
dodge or intercept unless you're some

kind of big, fat, defenseless rock,
or... Or a half -blind, half -crippled

warhead. Exactly.

So, bad news, we suffered even more
damage in that explosion.

Whatever systems we had working before
probably aren't now. Good news, there's

lot of debris out there. The fan could
doubtfully, but maybe, mistake us for a

chunk of asteroid and assume we've been
destroyed.

Spores. Ronnie, ship away.

This is life.

The parasites spread by appealing spores
into their victims' mouths. Do not, I

repeat, do not allow them to get close
to your face. Ronnie, come on.

Spores? I hate spores.

They're dirty. They try to sneak in you
like a bug flying up your nose.

Tress!

Come on, Tress!

You... It's gonna be okay, don't worry.

Don't worry, you'll be okay.

You...

Tress?

She infected me.

We've made you part of us.

And who are you?

We're the Boku.

What have you done with Trent? We've
done what we always do. We survived.

have you done with Trent?

And now, your turn.

Oh, I doubt that.

This body is magnificent.

Articulate.

Not like the others.

We can't wait to experience yours.

ETA? It's hard to tell if my sensor's
this badly damaged, but I estimate 10

minutes, 47 seconds.

Pepper?

I'd like no vengeance!

No! No.

Really.

Dylan, no, it's Trance. Not anymore, it
isn't. How will we get her back if you

destroy her body?

We don't know what her body is or how
the parasites can possess her body

than ours.

So it's all the same to you.

Both of you get out of here. I'll take
care of this.

You will.

We find that doubtful.

In every species we've ever encountered,
we prevail. What do you want from us?

Your shells.

Our bodies.

You humans should be grateful that we've
come.

You're like mayflies. You're here, then
you're gone.

Let us in.

Let us help you live beyond the day.

Thanks, but no thanks.

You're not thinking ahead.

What will you mayflies do once you wink
out?

Wink this out.

That's been holding for a while.

Come on, Becca.

There you go. Stay with me.

All hands, status.

First officer reporting.

First officer offline.

Awaiting further instruction.

Fueling the satellite is less than seven
minutes away.

Power is at ten percent.

Slipstream inoperative.

Harper.

Harper, report.

Well, repairs are, uh, well...

Yeah, it's crawling with corpses down
here, Dylan. I can't even get close to

key systems, let alone repair them.

Sorry, bud.

Dylan, they've taken over the flipstream
core as well.

Maybe it's better that way.

Better?

The fan attacked the drift to stop the
spread of the bulk core.

And that's why they're attacking us.

If we win, the bulk core gets through.

Everyone loses.

Not under my watch.

Andromeda! This is Captain Dylan Hunt.

Initiate AP reactor overload.

Aye, Captain. Order acknowledged.

Come on, Becca.

Come on.

Wake up!

Becca!

She's out cold.

She's got 30 minutes until the parasites
cross her blood -brain barrier.

Half hour.

How long until I send the reactors
critical?

Whatever the length of life, we make the
most of it.

30 minutes.

30 minutes to self -destruct.

Mark.

Don't worry about that.

I'll take care of you.

One way or the other.

I said the thing would be here in 10
minutes. I said it was an estimate.

My short -range sensors are completely
incapacitated. I'm virtually blind. And

because of it, we're virtually dead.

20 minutes to self -destruct. Shut up!

Self -destruct countdown muted in
command.

Any change in engine status? Engines are
still at 10. Wait, I'm getting reserve

power.

Standing, Mr. Harper!

There. But, uh, I had nothing to do with
it. It was our Nosferatu friend.

They're fixing our system.

The Walking Dead are repairing the ship.

Yeah, all the better to spread their
little diseases with.

Dylan. Dylan. Harper.

We know these parasites reactivate the
nervous systems of dead people.

Now, nerve impulses are electrical in
nature, right?

Right. You're a freaking liar, Sir
Dylan. One of the goalie boys just

capacitor and fried himself.

He's fallen and he can't get up.

So they are vulnerable to massive
electrical charges. Good, I can work

that.

Give me a force lance level to match the
capacitors.

I'm right with you, boss.

I know what you're thinking.

Fifteen minutes to self -destruct.

This may come as a bit of a shock to
them.

Bingo. I figure it'll take at least 10
,000 volts of deadhead. A Level 8

discharge of a Force Lance should do the
trick. Anything less? Then buy yourself

a one -way ticket to Necropolis.

Oh, yeah.

Level 8 works.

At that setting, you will only get three
shots per Force Lance.

Three shots, huh?

Okay.

No problem.

What's up, Doc?

Come on. Come to Copa.

Stop jukedating your track.

Ten minutes. Self -destruct.

Now we're talking.

Trans is a lot stronger than she looks.

Romney, wait.

Have Harper fix you up. Go.

I'll take care of her.

Five minutes to self -destruct.

It's over.

Surrender now and I might be persuaded
to find a nice rock to dump the rest of

you on after you remove your parasites
from my crew, of course.

Leave. Why? We've already won. Won? How
do you define losing?

Self -destruct sequence terminated.

Terminated? I don't authorize that.
Resume sequence.

Self -destruct system offline.

AP tank controls no longer accessible.

That's very impressive.

Your ship is impressive.

Though not difficult to manage, we will
find it most useful.

Yeah, me too.

That's why you can't have it. We're the
Bocor.

We contain the memories and experiences
of all the shells we have ever occupied.

Over 50 ,000 years of existence, we will
survive.

Survive. I don't know if you've been
keeping score, but your parasites out

in the corridors haven't exactly been
surviving.

A minor setback.

Soon even you will be of us.

And then we will reestablish our
rightful dominion here in our new home.

you know, about that, it occurs to me
that you can't take control of people

until they're dead.

But you took trans over in just a few
seconds. So?

So, it occurs to me that maybe trans was
never alive in the first place.

My status is... Then warships are
closing.

Complicated.

Ship, deploy a full spread of mines on
my mark.

Now!

Mines away.

I'm detecting multiple explosions in the
enemy fleet.

Shell, I ready another volley.

Just get us out of here at best speed.

Aren't you going to finish them off?

No. Whatever happened to never leaving a
wounded enemy behind?

Between you and me?

That's a very good question.

cure. You freak me out. You really freak
me out. But

I'm not surprised that you're still
alive.

Yes, about that.

You can explain later. Right now we need
that cure, okay? Now we know that 10

,000 volts will kill the parasite inside
a human host.

That's it.

That is the missing piece.

I can create an injection with nanobots
that will deliver the exact charge

needed. Do it. Becca needs your help
now. Then come find me. Go!

Much, thanks to Trance and her miracle
cures. Where's Trance?

Ow! All better.

I hate shots.

All clear.

That's the last of them. All right.

Order of the Commonwealth all around.
Nicely done, people.

Harper, how are those engines?

We can flipstream any time now, Fox.
Good.

Tyr, give our regards to the fans,
transfer the records of what happened,

get the hell out of here.

Okay, for the record, I hate zombies.

Speaking of which, your body reacted
differently to the parasites.

Yes.

Trance, are you dead or alive?

Yes.

You're still clear as usual.

Dylan, may I have a moment of your time?

Of course.

Yeah, I'll just... do.

Something. When things got bad back
there, I didn't think you were going to

it. And I realized something. I may be
virtually indestructible, but you... You

are... Me? Well, I just think I'm...

Indestructible. One day you're going to
die, Dylan.

And I care about you.

Not just as a captain, but as a person.

I don't want to lose you.

You're all that I have. Rami, I can't
promise I'll never die.

But I promise you'll never lose me.

How do you do it?

Humans, how do humans do it?

How do they make friends, have
relationships?

Fall in love.

How do they connect, knowing that
nothing is permanent?

But even love dies.

See, that's where you're wrong.

Love doesn't die.

It's the only thing that lasts forever.

Your body could be destroyed or run out
of power, but... When the universe ends

and the last star burns out, the only
thing left will be love.

I don't understand.

Yes, you do.