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But we haven't been on real leave in
months.

Don't you want to have fun?

Define fun.

Fun. Me, you, Trance, working together
on a mission,

no captain, no high guard protocol, and
best of all, lots of profit to go

around. Well, Becca, as definitions go,
I find that one woefully lacking in

detail. You want details. Okay.

It's a mission I've been planning for
months.

During this mission, we will find this
thing. And once we've found this thing,

we will be rich and happy beyond your
wildest Nietzschean fantasies. Well, now

it's much clearer.

And what precisely is this thing?

He can't tell you.

Why? Why can't I tell him?

Because if you tell him, Tyr will die.

Then, by all means, leave me in
suspense.

Tear will die?

Aren't we being a little dramatic?

It's only dramatic until somebody does
die.

Okay, cut to the chase. You said you
come from a bad future. What happened?

I told you. I made a lot of mistakes.

So that's why I came back to set them
right. And this is one of those things.

Not taking peer?

That's good for everyone. Trust me.
Okay, but the legend still says we need

three people, and since Harper took Rami
on that educational field trip to

Albuquerque drift, I'm out of options.

What about Dylan?

Not an option.

Who better than Dylan?

Dylan's the captain. If he comes along,
it becomes his mission, his prize, and

I've done way too much research on this
just to hand it over to Captain

Terrific. Becca, we need Dylan.

According to the FTA clipping service,
there are a lot of other people after

this thing. Bad people?

Bad, good, it doesn't really matter.
What matters is if they get there first

they find it. I know. Trust you.

Fine.

I'll ask him.

The engine of creation?

You've heard of it.

Well, yeah. I mean, it's a machine that
can rearrange space and time. It can

reignite suns and create a whole planet.

Even raise the dead. Yeah.

You think we can find it on the planet
of Shintaita?

That's right.

You know, it's just one problem.

The engine of creation is a myth. It's
like the Holy Grail of ancient Earth or

the Wyverni Hordes of Gehenna Mortar. Or
the Restored Commonwealth.

No, it's not funny.

All right.

You really believe that this exists?

I wouldn't be going if I didn't believe.

Think about it, Dylan. Something like
the engine of creation?

It could do anything.

It could make dreams come true.

Even yours.

That dream.

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 galaxies on the
starship Andromeda.

Hope lives again.

Shintida, a planet beautiful in its
natural brutality, blessed by

a dazzling assortment of deadly
creatures and brilliant under its

skies. Sounds inviting.

So this guy's an expert on Shintiden
archaeology. Renowned. His expedition

for Shintida two months ago, armed to
the gills with guns.

However, I, Professor Mino Tabascali...

Will brave Shentita's deadly traps tame
its unseen enemies and locate

its temple of spirits.

And at long last hold in these my hands
the legendary engine of

creation.

I will accomplish what hundreds before
me have perished trying to accomplish.

And no one has heard from him since.

Nope. He never came back.

You have a different plan.

My plan is to come back. Good plan.

Are we there yet?

No.

You know, Becca, we've already covered
17 kilometers.

Maybe we should call it a day.

Captain's orders?

Oh, I heard that.

No, no, look, it's your mission, your
call. I'm just getting a little hungry.

Considering it.

Except this ravine we're walking
through, according to my map, is called

Eyes of Blood and Peril.

The Eyes of Blood and Peril? Come on,
let's just stop here.

No! Why?

What's wrong with this spot?

The eyes of blood and peril. This is a
bad spot.

Put down over here.

The rock of refuge.

Good idea.

Now, if you don't mind, I'll take point.

Now I remember why I prefer outer space
to terra firma. These rocks are killing

my feet.

One more kilometer and we're almost
there.

Yeah, just remind me to wear an A .G.
harness next time we go hiking.

Not taken.

So where's Dylan?

He's up ahead scouting for a campsite.

Just hope he's careful.

Oh, he's always careful. He's Dylan.

Yeah, you're right. I guess I'm feeling
just a little responsible. It's been

almost two years since I've been a
captain of a mission.

I just hope nothing bad happens.

Something bad just happened, didn't it?

Dylan!

Thank you, Dylan. I'm painfully aware of
it. Then you probably know that you

shouldn't move.

Uh, yeah.

Becca, is there anything helpful about
mines in the legend?

Well, the Shinta call them the death
rattles.

That's helpful.

And as far as I know, there's no record
of the exposed materials used.

That's good. No explosions.

She's right. There's no incendiary
device here.

It's like a simple trigger mechanism.

A very old trigger mechanism.

but reliable, I am sure.

Now, the question is, what does it
trigger, and where it triggers

from?

Trance, can you step back over there,
please?

Uh, wait.

Hold on.

Here's what we're going to do, okay?

Counterweights. Trance, I want you to
get that wrong.

Well, that was impressive.

Or stupid.

Depends on how you look at it.

Are you okay?

Huh?

Ah.

Good thing I didn't pack light.

Here.

Souvenir.

It works.

This must seem a little strange to you.

In what way?

Becca being in charge.

Actually, I find it a little
educational.

Really? Oh, sure.

Leadership is hard to define. There's
really no...

Right way and there's no wrong way.
Everyone seems to have their own style.

Don't step here.

Landmine. See, Becca definitely has her
own style.

Yeah, she does. So do you.

You treat everything like it's a game of
go. You always plan your strategy six

steps ahead. Never lose sight of the big
picture.

It's my military upbringing.

Strictly by the book.

Sometimes it's my own private book, of
course.

Becca, on the other hand?

Kind of like the fly by the seat of her
pants.

Yeah. But I believe that's what makes
her a good extreme pilot.

And it's also what makes you two such a
good team.

You complete each other.

It's a good thing we're on the same
side.

More than you know.

Dylan, Trance, better come see this.

She must have found the rocket refuge.

Don't step there.

The remains of Dr.

Tabascali's expedition.

Emphasis on remains.

They're all decapitated.

My God, they never had a chance.

They couldn't even get to their weapon.

Becca. Trax.

Guns are gone.

Right.

I say we forget the Rock of Refuge.

Badly named.

Agreed. Let's get out of here. Becca?

Dylan?

Does this belong to you?

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault, Trance. That's
right. Blame me.

Johan Fletcher.

I'm glad to meet you.

Let her go. Or what, hotshot?

We already slashed the archaeologist.

What's a couple more?

Lady, the chances are excellent that my
force lines will kill the three of you

before your brain tells your finger to
squeeze the trigger on your gun.

I'm pretty sure I'll clip Goldie here
first.

Well, maybe.

But she's already been killed three
times that I know of, and she just keeps

coming back to life.

Please. He's right, I do.

I'll count to three.

He's lying, sweetie.

One.

Two. Excuse me.

So how stupid are you people?

I'm assuming we're all looking for the
engine of creation, am I right?

Yes, you're quite right.

Shut up, Locke.

Maybe.

That's what I thought.

So then, you're familiar with the
legend, right?

Legend? The legend that says that it
takes three people to get the engine.

So, unless your trio stays intact, you
can kiss it goodbye.

Yeah, but if I kill Goldie, you lose.

You know what?

I'll count again.

One.

Two.

Three.

Counting to three.

God tells them when to shoot.

Why on earth?

Are you going?

Madame, I don't see where that's any of
your business.

Everything is my business.

Well, if you must know, I'm following
orders.

My employers have demanded that I steal
your boss's force lance.

Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but you
failed.

Because if you hadn't, you'd be lying
unconscious on the floor of our camp

now from the security charge.

Would I?

Sorry.

But if I don't return with that force
lance, the sun's going to kill me.

Yes, and if you try to get it, I will
kill you.

Isn't this a sticky wicket?

Rock, meet hard place. Trust me, it's
not that sticky.

If sir still wants the engine, he needs
three people, remember?

Oh.

Bully! So he won't kill me, and you
won't.

Provided you tell me how you got here.

I was the most dedicated man, servant
Trent.

Always there with a toasty crisp bath
towel, unimpeccably placed oyster fork,

the choicest of born moe.

But alas, my employer fell on hard times
and traded me to sir.

How much did he sell you for?

Well, he was bargaining for his life,
actually. But Sir killed him anyway, and

took me.

Not one to negotiate, Sir.

Tell me about him.

Sir was an FTA enforcement wing pilot,
and his lover Duran was a wrecked

terrorist.

So they fell in love and they abandoned
their respective causes?

Well, actually, they betrayed both sides
and murdered their former associates.

Killing people is the glue that keeps
them together. And if they get the

of creation, they intend to reshape the
universe to serve their infinite whims

and perversions.

Then why are you helping them? Well, it
tugs on my conscience every now and

then. But I am, after all, a dedicated
manservant.

You want to know what I think?

Oh, yes, very much.

I saw your faces when you stumbled
across those dead archaeologists.

You were scared as we were.

Yes, but I'm often scared.

I think you three didn't kill those
archaeologists.

You just wanted us to believe that to
scare us.

And I also think that you don't want
anyone else to get hurt over this

Especially yourself. So here's what I
suggest.

You take Sir and Duran and head north.

And I will convince Becca and Dylan to
go south. That way, they won't be able

kill each other.

And it will just be our secret.

I do love secrets.

Well, then I'm glad we had the chance to
talk.

The ruins must be around here somewhere.

Fletcher and Duran seem to think so.

Think they really killed those people?

No. No, they're bad, but they're not
butchers, just very strange lovers.

Yeah. He's totally controlling, and
she's this sexy shoot -from -the -hip

of gal.

What do they possibly have in common?

Well, Harper always says it's the
opposite of the track.

That's just his excuse to meet women.

Everyone's the opposite of Harper.

That's true.

Nice work, Trance.

This place must be thousands of years
old.

Maybe it's a ceremonial chamber.

Huh.

Kind of gives me the creeps.

Guys?

I think I just found Dr. Tabascali.

He must have escaped whoever killed his
friend.

Until they caught on with him here.

Decapitated like the others.

It's a big knife.

It's not a knife.

It's a shuriken.

It's specifically that shuriken.

Is it on the regular tour?

The legend talks about a whirling
guardian of the sanctum. Well, that is

definitely whirling. So this must be the
sanctum.

That's good. Yeah.

Yeah. Good.

This is just fantastic.

Any legends about an exit?

The answer is here. The ships are all
about touch and feel. Yeah, they do all

their touching and feeling with flying
bladed weapons.

Trance, can't you use your guessing
powers for good? I thought you'd been

through this drill.

We never got that far.

Uh, mini -miney mode.

Save her up. Now let's go.

Uh, I got it. Trance!

Dylan!

Well, that was... fun.

So, where are we?

Right where we're supposed to be.

That's good.

According to this, the engine of
creation should be behind this panel.

All we need is the key. Of course, the
key.

You didn't happen to bring the key.

Three souls turn as one and the key
shall be delivered by the penitent. So

operative word here is penitent.

Three statues.

Three of us.

They don't look very penitent to me.

We'll try.

Okay, remember.

Turn as one.

And go.

That happened?

Tabascali said something about a stone
center containing the universe.

I think this plug is the key for that
panel.

Simplest solution is usually right.

Pull away.

But be careful.

And the engine shall deliver itself to
the righteous.

And now it's time to deliver to the
righteous.

I don't believe it.

He must not be righteous enough.

Fletcher's people got here first.

What's that smell?

Almond.

I think I opened more than the panel.

It's cyanide. That stuff's not good for
you.

Cyanide? This says nothing about
cyanide. Well, we better make something

I got nothing.

All right. Pull the key. Pull the key.
Do something. Anything.

The simplest solution is usually right.
Right?

Uh, okay.

That's far enough.

The engine.

Give it to us now.

That's funny. I was just going to say
the same thing.

Drop the attitude, sweetie.

Excuse me?

You'll be a trifle more cooperative.

Give us the engine.

Does it look like we have it?

You lie to us, she's dead.

Again.

This is ridiculous. What do you think,
it's in my purse?

Cinta.

Drop your weapons.

Are you out of your mind?

I think it's best if we do what she
says.

You're welcome.

Becca, we'll get out of this in one
piece. We always do.

This is so different.

Well, it is, because we've been in worse
situations before.

Yeah, we have, but those situations were
all your responsibility.

Excuse me?

I'm not blaming you. I'm just saying,
you were our captain, you were our

and you got us out of them.

That's one thing I'm starting to realize
that I really like about being your

first officer. Whenever things go wrong,
not my fault.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

I'm just saying, until now I have
forgotten how much I hate it when plans

hell on my watch.

Not that it happens that often, of
course.

Of course.

Hey guys, look at this.

In heaven now we're three.

So then that's supposed to be the
engine?

That?

It should be bigger than that.

Shinto guards, coming this way.

They're with me.

They want you, Trance.

No, Trance!

Becca, it's all right. I'll be... Wait,
they can't separate us. We have to be

three.

Becca. I'm with you.

Good luck.

He's probably saying, that group has
three, this group has two. Let's kill

A lot. I hope you're wrong.

Excuse me.

Pardon me?

Shinta lady.

I'm sure what you're saying is very
important. The only problem is that we

understand you.

I'm pretty sure that he does.

I?

What do you think?

She wants me to explain the contest to,
uh, them.

Now this should be interesting.

You do what I say, Flex. You work for
me.

Not one word.

I'm sorry.

All right. All right. All right.

Maybe only just a couple of words.

Apparently, the only reason they haven't
killed us, as they did the others, is

that our respective trios appear to fit
the prophesied profile of the legendary

Chosen Three.

In heaven now are three. What have they
done with Trance?

So now we must submit to the contest of
fire and pain.

Is there anything like spin the bottle?

The winner will be crowned by destiny to
take the engine of creation.

She wants to volunteer from each side.

To do what?

To volunteer.

Hey, I didn't volunteer.

I don't even like volunteers. Hey, bring
back our third.

It's supposed to be three, not two.

I don't think we're volunteering for the
Tribal Talent Show.

It's my mission.

My head.

I volunteer.

So do I.

Ah, jeez, cat fight.

Uh, no, I... I volunteer.

Dylan! Becca, let me do this.

Then I volunteer, too.

Can't have too many.

Get off me, Fletch.

I can take him. No, don't give me any
lip.

It's never easy.

I thought we'd agree that this was my
mission.

I mean, I make the decisions, especially
the life and death ones. And now that

they've taken Trance, I'm more
responsible than ever.

I have followed every one of your orders
since we've been down here, Becca.

Like hell you have.

When I was standing on that mine, I had
a way out of the problem.

Counterweight. But no, you had to hurl
yourself at me and be the hero.

I wasn't trying to be a hero. I just
thought my way was quicker.

And out there? Just now?

So I volunteered for this stupid
contest.

Look, Dylan, I think we both know that
whatever this contest is, it'll start

and end worse.

I should be the one fighting, not you.

Becca, I was only trying to help.

Yeah, well, saving my life when I should
be saving yours is not helping.

See, I know what this is about.

I wasn't your first.

choice for this mission transit to talk
you into asking me.

Come on, I'm right, aren't I?

Yeah, well, I can't manipulate you like
I can manipulate Tyr.

I think Tyr might have something to say
about that.

Look, Dylan, for, um,

reasons that I can't get into right now,
you've become very, um,

Or fairly.

Do you know what I'm saying?

No.

You've become important to me.

Careful.

I might start to like you.

I just don't want to be responsible for
losing you.

That's not what I meant. I know.

Whatever happens out there tonight, I
know that deep down inside,

I really was your first choice.

Right?

Yeah.

That must be Chinta for Showtime.

Yep.

Your choice, Pletcher.

I'm an expert with either one.

I'm a swordsman myself.

Yeah, I'll go ahead and think that.

No one has to die.

Oh,

I'm guessing someone has to die.

They must be out of bounds.

Don't go out of bounds.

Couldn't we just settle this with a nice
game of Go?

Fight me.

Kill him, baby!

Get up, Dylan! Get on your feet!

Come on!

Is there anything you like more than
watching your boyfriend fight?

Yeah.

Watching him kill.

You don't want to die.

Work with me. Work with you?

Are you trying to kill me?

If I'm trying to kill you, you'd be dead
by now.

Not getting my engine. We'll see about
that.

Care if I join you?

lost you and that's why you're here
that's why they're here well someone has

retrieve the engine of creation it
doesn't really matter who it does matter

maybe not to you or to our people but it
matters to the engine

is doing this. It will only deliver
itself to the right people.

We are the right people. No, they are.

I just hope that they realize it in
time.

That's right, Dylan.

Show the engine you're worthy.

Ooh, interesting move.

I didn't even see that one coming.

I'm in Gaia.

Get your hands off me.

It's our engine. Let me finish this
fight.

You've done it.

Dylan and Becca have won.

Well, like I said, someone asked her to
retrieve the engine.

We all know what happens next.

Some of us better than others.

Come with me.

Your brothers and sisters would love to
know what's become of you.

No. My place is here with my friends.

Your place is with us.

Don't forget whose side you're on.

I never have.

I never will.

You can't defy us forever, Trance.

No.

But I can dream, can't I?

Even if it's just for a little while.

I don't know what's going on, but it
sure beats fire and swords.

Trance.

And the engine shall deliver itself to
the righteous.

By refusing to destroy, they are worthy
to create.

In other words, you win.

So, what the hell happened to you?

Well, they just took me off the board
for a while. I believe they were afraid

I'd help you cheat.

I don't cheat.

Yes, and that's why you've won, both of
you, together.

The, uh, end of creation.

So, um...

Heavier than it looks.

And you know what?

I'll bet it takes three.

This doesn't seem right.

I have no idea what it's made of, but
the sensors claim that it could weigh up

to three galaxies.

Well, we definitely carried it in here.

What do you think, Trent?

I think your guess is as good as mine.

Whenever she says that, I never believe
it.

What do you believe?

Oh, Becca, I don't know.

When I was a kid, my dad...

Told me a story about the engine, how a
famous veteran archaeologist found it at

an excavation site in Kapoor then.

She studied it and discovered that it
was older than the universe itself, that

it actually created the universe.

And then it made her a god. And she went
crazy, right? And almost destroyed

everything in existence.

Until the last moment when she came to
her senses and turned the machine

itself. Splitting it into five pieces,
which the veterans then scattered across

the stars.

What if that story's true?

What if this is just a fragment of the
engine?

Well, then you went to an awful lot of
trouble to find a fragment.

Maybe it still works.

Oh, come on. Well, a fifth of anything
that can reset the universe and make

dreams come true, come on, it's got to
be good for something.

All right, let's try it.

Make a wish.

Ready?

Anything?

No. You?

Nothing.

We're approaching Andromeda. Prepare for
docking.

Well, maybe it is worthless.

But you know, it did make me realize
something.

What's that?

We make a pretty good team, Captain
Hunt.

This made you realize that?

Well, I'm thinking that maybe it does
make dreams come true.