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Thank you.

The victims are Nietzschean.

The others call themselves the Knights
of Genetic Purity.

The Knights of Genetic Purity.

Nietzschean schoolchildren know them
simply as Genites.

Take it there's some history between
your people.

The Genites blame the Nietzscheans for
the Commonwealth's fall.

They vowed to eliminate all but pure,
strained humans from the gene pool and

existence. Well, that should solve
everything, though, shouldn't it?

How old is this transmission?

Two days.

It's a fragment of a distress signal.

These victims are of Condor pride, that
small, perhaps maybe a thousand strong.

A typical target for these.

For them.

They need to be stopped.

One question, Tyr.

Your pride, the Kodiak, are gone. So why
should I care?

Perhaps your humanitarian efforts over
the past year and a half are beginning

influence me.

Unlikely. Do my motivations really
matter?

Even if the Genites are only targeting
Nietzscheans?

It is, after all, genocide.

And if you don't try to stop it, one
might easily conclude that your entire

quest for a peaceful, egalitarian
commonwealth is a sham.

I hate it when he's right.

Right? But he made it. He still didn't
answer your question.

No, he didn't.

Why does he care?

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.

have to go on, Tyr.

Are you the Tyr I fell in love with?

The one who would race to save me before
the genites find Orca pride and kill us

all?

Or are you really the other Tyr?

The Tyr who betrayed Orca pride, who
left us defenseless, homeless?

The Tyr who abandoned me?

I suppose I'll know soon enough.

Until then I survive on belief.

Belief against belief that you'll come
and save me.

According to Tyr's intelligence, the
Genites' attacks began in the Kralok

system, then jumped to the Orion arms,
and reappeared a thousand light -years

away here, in the Van Houten system.

So, their next attack could be anywhere
in the known universe.

Yeah, pretty much.

I was trance with her. When it comes to
guessing, she seems to swish below

percentage shots.

Well, unfortunately, I sent her to that
state funeral on a Nintendo.

Well, like I said, anything we did right
now would be just a guess.

Suggestion?

The Vajras is active.

Any particular reason?

The sector is home to over three dozen
minor Nietzschean prides.

Minor being the operative word. If we're
guessing, mine is as good as any.

All right.

Set course for the Vaudrey sector.

Becca.

I don't know about you, but I find the
caring, compassionate here a lot more

frightening than I used to find the
cold, indifferent one.

Maybe our humanitarian efforts are
beginning to have an influence on him.

Say that like you mean it. I thought I
did.

I take it you have a theory.

Well, let's see. Oh, yeah.

Nietzschean distress signals in a
distant system. Andromeda rides to the

Oops. Surprise.

Ambush. Follow the Commonwealth.

Ring any bells? Yes, painful ones.

Maybe the Nietzscheans are using their
old bag of tricks.

Worked once, didn't it? So, if the
Genite attacks are fake, then Tyr's

with the Drago Kepha?

Nah, I don't buy it.

But to buy the warm and fuzzy Tyr,
concern for his fellow Nietzscheans. No,

didn't say that.

But whatever Tyr's agenda might be, I'm
convinced the Genites are for real and

that they have to be stopped. And as
usual, we're the only ones that can stop

them. That is right.

Just be careful.

I'll be careful. Dylan, we've just
entered Nero system, Badras sector, and

intercepted a repeating distress signal.

On our way.

Mayday! Mayday!

I'm Prometheus Wellington, alpha male of
the Link's tribe, and we are under

attack. They came in execution units of
two or three commandos, invisible until

it was too late. Our bullets are useless
against their armor.

They seem to be targeting specific
families, wiping them out first before

attacking anyone else. Women, children,
save us before they...

Set a course for that drift.

The timestamp shows this message is
already a week old. Preliminary sensor

indicates the drift was completely
destroyed. No survivors.

You have your orders. I want to analyze
that record to find out what we're up

against. We know what we're up against.

And we have more important things to do
than examine debris.

Here, here, here, and here.

No Nietzschean prides that are within
easy striking distance of this system.

should evacuate them now before it's too
late.

The genites could be anywhere by now and
I won't fight them blindfolded.

Rule number one, Tyr.

Know your enemy.

Rule number two, Captain.

Know yourself.

You and everyone else aboard this ship
are allowing your inability to trust

Nietzscheans to slow your actions, and
it's costing lives.

Okay.

I'm just not buying this whole new
emotional concern for the weak and

defenseless. I say it's an act.

Who's with me?

I don't know if it's an act.

There's something eating at Tyr.

He's treating this whole situation like
it's personal.

This is the stuff we recovered.

Enhanced AG mask packets from the
Perians. Self -controlled EM lash

from the Nietzscheans. An infinitely
scalable ECM -shielded sensor probe

well... Who knows? Your guess is as good
as mine, but damn is this puppy slick.

And that is the pièce de résistance.

It's photoreactive personal body armor.

This was in research and development
when the Commonwealth fell.

Now, whoever these guys are, they've
been reading the High Guard's classified

cookbook. Yeah, well, no offense, but
that book's pretty old. They spiced up

recipes a little bit there, Dylan.

They got 303 years' worth of
improvements on our battle technology.

fight with them, we'd be full ride.

We'll have to make sure we don't fight
fair. Or, and I'm just playing devil's

advocate here, what if we didn't fight
them?

Excuse me?

We could learn a lot from teaming up
with them.

So you want to help them commit
genocide?

Okay, so they hate Nietzscheans.

But is that really so bad?

Come on, are all Nietzscheans saints and
sweethearts? No. No, the majority of

Nietzscheans are pirates, slavers, and
tyrants. They're not nice people. The

genites just don't want to kill
Nietzscheans. They want to kill anyone

been genetically enhanced.

Well, what do you know? Finally, I get
to be the safe guy. I'm 100 % all

-natural human.

Nobody else in the ship is, including
me.

So if the genites get their way, the
only person left alive on the Andromeda

would be you.

Dylan, we're being hailed. It's the
genites.

What do you know?

Your favorite people.

According to the signal lag, they're
less than a light second away, but I'll

damned if I can see them. It's just
their communication relay drone.

Their stealth capabilities are very
good.

On screen.

I'm Arms Master Desmond Lord Goris of
the Knights of Genetic Purity.

It is a true honor to meet you, Captain
Hunt. I wish I could say the same.

Well, you have quite a reputation.

So do you, for killing Nietzschean women
and children.

Thank you.

Apparently you're quite the Nietzschean
killer in your own right. You single

-handedly manipulated the Sabra Jaguar
to war with the dragons.

You crushed the Orca pride on behalf of
the Thann hegemony.

And rumor has it, you helped wipe out
the Nietzschean fleet at the Battle of

Witchhead 303 years ago.

Those were enemies.

Many Nietzscheans are also my allies and
friends.

Such as Tyr and Asazi.

I understand on old Earth that some
humans would try to keep baby alligators

pets. The results being predictable.

I prefer parrots myself.

Less dangerous.

You know, that's an odd analogy.
Nietzscheans aren't animals.

They're not humans either.

They've been genetically engineered for
treachery.

Treachery that caused the fall of the
Commonwealth.

Look at it this way. We both want the
Commonwealth back.

We knights are just getting rid of the
principal obstacle to its return.

You're targeting children.

Our knights do a lot of brave work.

For the good of all purebred humans, it
takes great strength not to be affected

by their cries and their pleas.

I don't want to have to kill these
children either, but the problem is they

up to be Nietzscheans. No, the problem
is that you're sick, and there's no

in having a conversation.

We really should be allies on this.

Stay away from the Nietzscheans. Perhaps
if you read our manifesto, I'm sure you

would find that...

Your mother was, what, 50 % heavy
gravity worlder?

100%. We've finally found someone who
hates us both equally.

Captain, I'm detecting multiple cliff
-stream events.

Genites are leaving the system.

So are we.

Do you want to go after them? I want to
destroy them.

All ahead, pull.

number two. That's it. I'm disabling my
engines. I've had it with him stealing

my ship.

Andromeda, final pursuit course.

This is the last time Tyrell pursues
agendas at my expense. The last time.

Maru entering flipstream.

Still no Maru. Keep searching.

I'm detecting multiple flipstream events
two light seconds away. They've got

genite rat signatures.

Andromeda. Launch, slip fighter squads
one through seven.

Another comm drone.

It's hailing us.

Put him through.

303 -year -old slip fighters, Captain
Hunt.

Maybe you should try biplanes or a
veteran cavalry charge.

I think you'll find that they're still
effective.

I've already told you, Captain. I don't
have any argument with you.

Why are you following us?

Need some help finding your stray
Nietzschean.

Thank you.

They're transiting to Slipstream.

Andromeda recalled Flipbiter.

Set a course for the Goron system.

Nietzschean. The Knights of Genetic
Purity send their regards.

Prepare to launch missiles.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Don't
shoot, don't shoot. There's nobody here

us humans.

Where is the Nietzschean?

You mean Pierre? He's one of the reasons
I ran off. The other being to join you

guys. You want to help us? Yeah, look
it.

I am pure choice, O positive, 100%, all
beef human.

And I hate new genes.

Probably more than you do.

You want to abandon the Andromeda? With
your battle technology?

Hell yeah, I'm an engineer. And to prove
it, what brilliant -minded little fiend

do you think left your sensor probe
active on the Andromeda?

Yes, we were one back then. Well, wonder
no more. Now let's talk.

Humana wa humana.

I've ordered my ships to stand down.

Proceed for docking.

Suckers.

Deploying missile. Target acquired.

Chew on that, you freak.

All right, my heavy grab finger just
fired the missiles that let you match.

Thanks, Mom.

My genetically enhanced reflexes just
thread two genite scouts like a

quilt. Thanks, Dad.

I'm off.

Most of all, thank you, Harper.

Hopefully that'll buy Tyr enough time to
warn the rest of the Nietzscheans.

It's not that easy.

We have a son.

Why did you not tell me sooner?

I didn't know of your intentions.

I'm here.

Is that not testament to my intentions?

The last evidence of your intentions was
you.

Destroying our homeworld.

You leaving without a word on Andromeda.

You nowhere to be found as we drifted.

Outcast and homeless for a year.

I did what I had to do.

I was outmaneuvered by Captain Hunt.
That's no consolation to me. Had I tried

return to you, I would have been killed.
Either by him or the Alpha Gadarian.

Homer gave me a choice. Do you
understand?

I chose to keep our baby.

Because I knew... I knew that our son
could be the foundation of a great

Of an entire pride.

Everyone wanted to kill me.

And our son.

They said his father was an outsider, a
traitor.

But I endured.

Because I knew you were the most
important thing a Nietzschean can be.

You're a survivor.

I am that.

As are you.

I shall be our son.

They've taken him from me.

Who?

Who took him?

All men.

Guderian? Dimitri.

Guderian's sniveling, feral little
brother. How happy are you now?

After you outsmarted Guderian, he became
unworthy as Alpha.

Demetri, he slit Guderian's throat as he
slapped and proclaimed himself Alpha.

Demetri's not as innocent as he appears.

You're going to have to watch him tear
as you help Orca evacuate.

Help evacuate?

After the way they treated you?

My wife?

My son?

Orca pride can rot on this rock for all
it means to me.

I came here for you.

Let's go get our son.

Dylan, the genites are retreating.

Intergalactic bully.

Someone finally stands up to them and
they run like their hair's on fire.

We hope. Is Harper back?

He's less than five light seconds away.
Oh, come on, boss. Let me stick my fork

in him, because their buns are big.

Uh -oh.

What are those?

I don't know.

Get Harper out of there.

We can't. Those hemispheres, they're
blocking the way. And they just broke

through our defense line.

Some of it attacks to the hull.

Incoming message.

On screen.

You wouldn't listen to my logic.

Well, maybe you'll listen to my
Seraphim.

Seraphim Angel?

More like Lamprave.

Uh, Fod?

I got a monkey on my back.

Help! Becca, find a way to the Maru.

We're on our way.

Guys, it's ripping through my hull like
in a can of beans here. What part of

health don't you understand?

Becca, pick that thing off Harper's
back.

Yeah, I'll just set the ship's PDLs to
laser scalpel.

Let's bring it.

I guess you do understand health.

Never mind.

They've taken him! Stay down!

There are too many Seraphim. They're
pounding through my hull. I'm losing

maneuvering control.

Time to get rid of our uninvited guest.

So, Stream, we're too close to the
gravitational pull of that planet.

Close is good.

We've got fleas. Let's give Andromeda a
bath.

Making us into their atmosphere?

I'm guessing these parasites won't like
it. Yeah, neither will we.

Hopefully we've got a tougher shell.

We're way too big for that safety zone.
One infinitesimal wrong move and we

either skip off or burn up.

Thank you, Mr. Harper. Back to Easy 140.

He said easy.

think we wouldn't detect your slip
fighter landing?

I got away with presuming your ignorance
before, Dimitri. Why should this time

be any different?

Don't push me, Kodiak.

The only reason I didn't kill you when
you were in bed with Freya was because

you answered her distress call.

I thought you might be here to help.

But I see now you're not here to
evacuate us.

You're here to kidnap my son.

How's that possible, Dimitri?

Everyone knows you're sterile.

Stop.

Here's our only hope against the Jedi.

He only insisted on taking me and my son
when he heard how poorly you've treated

us. Would you have?

You left me.

One moment of weakness and you left me.

How should I...

There's another moment of weakness.

Sorry, back of mediocrity.

Now listen to me!

Give me my son, and I can refrain from
having to exterminate any more of you.

Enough!

Here is the child.

Terminan Anasazi.

Out of prayer, fight here.

Hold your place.

This is the second time you've bested
our alpha.

I find you worthy to be the new alpha of
Orca Pride.

If I want something, I'll take it. Do
it, Tyr.

Take it.

Why would I want it?

Well, you'll have everything you want.

A wife, a son, a family.

And finally, your own pride.

All you have to do is agree to lead us
and deliver us from our enemies.

I'll do respect, matriarch.

Freya and Tamerlan are all that I need.
I'll found my own pride. Now, please,

give me my son.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Your son is too important to me, to the
Orca, to the Nietzschean people.

Tyr, Tamerlan is more than our son.

He's everything we've been waiting for.
The great leader, the one to come.

The genetic reincarnation of Drago
Musevni.

Tamerlan Anasati.

Our son is the Nietzschean Messiah.

And our son is the genetic reincarnation
of Drago Musevni.

Tamerlan will one day...

Unify the Nietzschean pride under
Drago's name as our Messiah.

How do you know?

I can't be 100 % certain. For that, I'd
need access to Drago's mummified

remains. Of course, the dragons won't
let anyone hear his secret body. There

even rumors they no longer have the
bone.

Then how do you make this claim?

I messengered the child's DNA to
Desideratum Drift so that the genetic

scientists could compare it to the best
known...

dank records.

Results suggested a very high
probability of a match.

You transmitted his genetic codes?

We did everything in the strictest...
No, no, no, no, no, Freya, no!

No one can keep that a secret.

No doubt the mere rumor of a messiah is
what drew the genites out of hiding.

While you and your brood of misfits sit
pondering your own stupidity, I'll be

preparing my slipbiter for leaving.

The atmosphere has burned off all the
seraphim. My hull is clean.

Nice work.

Bring us up, out, and around the planet.
Flingshot maneuver.

Won't the genites be expecting us?

They won't even see us coming.

Sure, not that they've got super -duper
300 -year advanced sensors or anything.

No sign of the genite ships.

I'm detecting a residual slipstream
effect. Two light minutes out.

It left.

Find here.

Rami, set a course for the ashlight
data.

Prepare for slipstream.

Ashley, say that. That place is a dust
ball. What's there?

Nietzscheans. Orca pride.

Orca pride?

Weren't those the Nietzscheans who tried
to blast us with their plasma cannon?

Who tried to take over our ship until
you guys blew up their homeworld? Those

Orca? Those Orca.

And you knew that's where he was headed
all along?

Gut feeling. Trust me.

Oh, we trust you. You feel guilty for
leaving the Orca homeless. You want to

turn foes into friends.

You're a nice guy. But here?

Tyr only helps those who help Tyr. And
suddenly now he needs to save a pride

swore to kill him? The only person Tyr
wants to save is his wife.

What? Approaching the slipstream portal.

Who the hell would marry Tyr?

Becca?

Slipping.

Tyr, don't abandon us. They abandoned
themselves to their unfathomable idiocy.

Wait, so you're leaving now?

Not alone.

You and my child are coming with me.

Alma and the orca will never let you
take him alone.

Not without a battle until the orca's
death.

And yours.

Why did you not tell me that our son
might be the prophet's child?

Again, your intentions.

I glimpsed the real Tyrannophasi on our
wedding night.

The one who said he'd stop at nothing to
rule the stars?

Well, our son would be the perfect tool
for you.

Freya, do you admire my ambitions?

Please, please, please, please don't
discourage me.

You will hold him when we are all safely
aboard your ship.

The Andromeda will be here in seven
hours.

I'll meet it and coordinate a rendezvous
point with your transport.

No.

You can coordinate just as easily using
your radio.

I expect you to stay on our asteroid
until everyone is evacuated.

Entering the asteroid belt.

The genites appear to have arrived ahead
of us.

When?

Yeah, when. When did Pierre get married?

Yeah, must have been when he was there a
year ago. We get a nasty standoff with

Orcus Plasma Cannon and he gets a wife.

You know, if you would have told us that
he was saving his wife, I would have

wasted a lot less time suspecting him.
I'm not so sure it was wasted.

Still no visuals, but I'm detecting a
high energy output from the genite's

active sensors.

They must be scanning every asteroid in
the belt. Which means they haven't found

the Ark of Pride.

Yeah, we'll give them pine.

That's exactly what we're not going to
do. Let's contact Tyr, General

I don't want to give away his position.

And give away ours?

That's right. We'll draw the Genites
away from Tyr. Rami?

Channel open. Tyr, this is Dylan.

Genites are in the Cooper Belt searching
for you.

Continue preparing for evacuation.

Until further notice, maintain radio
silence.

Acknowledged.

I don't believe it. He just made himself
a target. One stupid word.

That was his fatal mistake.

Fear doesn't make mistakes.

Move! We have no time! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go! I told you, the child and I go with

the rest of our pride.

Now, you listen to me.

So long as the genites are in this
system, we both know these people have

possibility of being evacuated
faithfully and in time. You're using

as a shield.

You asked me to help evacuate. I've done
so. What follows is none of my concern.

Now, I plan to evacuate my wife and my
child.

You can save yourself by coming along
with us, or you can die with them.

My duty is to be orca pride.

Unless I miss my guess, that duty has
just ended.

And if this baby is who we think he is,
your duty to the Nietzschean people has

just begun. Now move!

Do as he says, Alma.

Give us the baby, or she dies.

Everything I've done is for our son.

I know.

Get him!

Dylan, we're being hailed. It's Goris.

Put him through.

Do you know what you're doing?

Somewhere down there is the Nietzschean
Messiah, and you are protecting him. I

have no idea what you're talking about.
I'm just trying to find one of my crew

members. If that child escapes, all the
Nietzschean tribes can be united in his

name, and there'll be nothing to stop
them.

Don't listen very well.

I will not let you kill innocent people.

You say that as if you have a choice.

The Orca refugee ships are launching.

Get between the genites and those ships.

Cover their transit.

The genites have thrown everything they
got at them. The orca don't stand a...

The

orca didn't stand a chance, Dylan.

Dear.

The genites are streaming away. Should
we plot a pursuit course?

No.

Search the records for survivors.

My preliminary IR sensors don't detect
any survivors.

Search it.

Dylan, it's been three days.

There's no one left alive.

Mr. Harper, you may not like Tyr, but he
is a member of the crew and the High

Guard takes care of its own.

Look, I don't dislike Tyr.

Come on, he's saved my ass dozens of
times. It's just... He's gone, okay? We

have to accept that. It's over. It's not
over until I say it's over. Understood?

So, Mr. Harper, how much longer do you
think we should keep looking for Tyr?

Until we find him.

Good answer.

Good luck, Becca.

First red splits and then trance swaps
with a future trance, and now even Tyr's

gone. We don't know that.

Tyr's the survivor.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. If the
universe suddenly imploded in the Big

everybody's money would be on Tyr
surviving it, because he's invincible,

when Tyr's on our ship, we're all
invincible.

Hey, maybe that's why Dylan won't give
up hopelessly looking.

He probably misses being invincible.

Maybe he just misses a friend.

It's 2400 hours again.

That makes day five.

What if we scan the Goron system one
more time?

We could, but the statistical variance
on the 11th sweep is somewhere in the

vicinity of... We've got sensor contact.

Focus active sensors.

What is it?

Dylan, it's here.

It's here. You're here. I can't believe
it.

You're back, huh? And you're front.

Dismissed. You okay?

Mr. Harper.

seem too happy to be back here.

I was a husband and a father.

Now I'm neither.

They put a gun to Freya's head and they
gave me an ultimatum.

The baby for her life.

But when we looked at each other, an
understanding, you

know?

Everything we did now was for the child.

Then it was just me and the matriarch
who still held my son.

We ran.

It was an explosion.

The matriarch fell.

Her carotid artery was severed by
shrapnel.

Before she died, the matriarch handed me
my son.

And for the first time, I held it in my
arms. It's

huge.

Little life.

Mine.

Mine.

You would have but one goal then, right?

To reach the flip fighter.

I was fired on as I ran, but I made it.
We reached the flip fighter and escaped.

The little one never cried.

All through the melee, he was silent,
and I can remember thinking how very

valiant his tyrannostatic son.

But then as I flew, I realized why he
was so,

so still.

I cannot name my feelings then.

Nor now.

But I will tell you, sir, because you
are my friend, are you not?

Yes.

Of such... joy... than

such... inofferable sorrow...

I have never experienced the like in my
life.

They have no place for it.

I'm sorry, dear.

I'm sorry.

Dylan.

Yes.

I knew you'd come.

I knew you wouldn't leave me.

Oh, did you talk to me?

Yes,

I did.

One thing is bothering me, Tyr.

That transmission that gave away your
position.

A mistake.

I don't think so.

I think you gave away your position to
lure the genites to Orca Pride.

Then you used the orca's destruction as
a screen while you got your child away.

Then I can't help but wonder, what if
that deception hasn't stopped?

And now your son lives someplace safe
where he'll grow up protected, masked by

the false news of his death.

While you sit here and you wait for that
right time to return and claim him.

Then sees the fate of the Nietzschean
people.

I only wish that were true.

So do I.

Was there something else?

He is your son, the Nietzschean Messiah.

Now that he's dead, we'll never know.