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* From a billion
Sovereign planets *

* Scattered through
The endless night *

* Bound by blood
And High Guard honor *

* Hold the line
Until the light *

* Hold the line
Against the night! *

Whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hooray.

So we got a backwater
drift to sign the charter.

Hey, hey, hey. Shehezerade...

"Sheherezade."

All right. It's no backwater
drift, okay?
It is party central!

And they even have a guild
devoted entirely to the art
of abdomen dancing.

Trance, that's Iridano
sign language,

and I think you just made
a rather naughty suggestion
to Harper.

Well, fair is fair. Harper
made a rather naughty
suggestion

to nearly half the women
there at the reception.

Without success,
I might add.

Rub it in, why don't ya.

Well, some of us don't seem
to have a problem in that area.

Dylan, Beka, I need
you in command.

On our way.
No.

Not the brunette!
It was the brunette,
wasn't it?

We shared some Alorian wine
and a pleasant conversation.

I give up. You're like
a freakin' magician,
you know that?

What have you got, Rommie?

I just picked this up
on long range sensors.
It's the Ekatrina,

passenger ship inbound
for Sheherezade,

and it's under attack
by Restorian terrorists.

Restors! Move to intercept.
Battle stations.

Coming about.

Time you picked on someone
ten times your own size.

Attention, Restorian Fighter.
This is Captain Dylan Hunt
of the Andromeda Ascendant.

Cease your hostilities
immediately or I will open fire.

They must be hard of hearing.

Fine. Andromeda,
target their weapons.

Fire.

Missiles launched.

Got 'em.

They're vectoring away.

Good. Rommie, keep
your guard up. Beka...

They're coming back
around, Dylan!

They're heading straight
for the Ekatrina.

No!

Rommie.

Five hundred and thirty
six passengers. All dead.

The long night has come.

The system Commonwealth,
the greatest civilization
history has fallen,

but now one ship, one crew
are about drive back the night,

and kindle the light
of civilization,

on the starship Andromeda
hope lives again.

Stand down. It was bad
enough when the Restors
were attacking us.

Now they're attacking
unarmed ships. It's time
for this to end.

It's nearly impossible
to defend against an assassin

who's willing
to die for his cause.

Agreed. There's only one
way to deal with terrorists,

locate their base
of operations and destroy them.

I love that answer,
Captain Hunt.

Dylan. I'm detecting
an escape pod.

After an explosion
like that?

Have Trance report
to hangar deck three.
Prep medical for survivors.

This is Trance. We've got
one survivor. I'm going
to take him to medical.

Gabriel. My name is Gabriel.

If you'll come with me,
I'll take you to medical
and we can run some tests.

I don't need a doctor.
I need a mechanic.

I am an android.

Wow! You got logic chips
coming out the quintaflop.

What are you, some kind
of robot brain scientist
rocket surgeon thing?

No. I was a teacher.

My whole department
was on the Ekatrina,

running from one more
wave of book burnings.

Look, I just fix stuff, okay?

This whole empathy thing...
it's, not exactly my strong
point, all right?

Harper, I'll take
it from here.

Oh. All right.

Actually, I was just starting
to get the hang of this whole,
bedside manner thing.

Harper!

Okay. All right. I know
when I'm not wanted.

I usually don't
listen, but, I know.

Sorry about him.

Oh, don't be.
He's an excellent mechanic.

Oh, I have to debrief you.

Dylan... our captain
was hoping you might have

some useful information
about the attack.

Well, I've never been
accused of having useful
information before.

I taught ancient literature,
Hebrew, Middle English, Pruss.

I'm glad you're here.

I think what I need more
than anything right now
is someone to talk to.

You do understand that
I'm not actually a person.
I'm the ship's avatar.

A real ship's avatar.
It's amazing.

I've read about them,
but no one's made one
for hundreds of years.

Well, whatever possessed
the ship to make you,

I'm very glad she did.
You are very beautiful.

And, I think, very kind.

Please, come. Sit with me.

And tell me there's
an afterlife for androids,

and all good cyborgs
go to heaven.

Did you know my head
is worth a thousand throne
bounty on Bathsheba?

That much, huh?

In the Commonwealth,
artificial intelligences had

all the rights and privileges
of any other citizen.

I was an equal.

Yeah, well, that was then,
this is now.

Some places, they worship
androids, and some places
they melt them down.

Gabriel prefers
"synthetic life form."

"Gabriel prefers"?
You know, I think I get it.

Rommie has a crush
on the new guy.

It's not like that.

Gabriel is a unique
opportunity,

the first chance I've had
to interface with one
of my own...

"Interface"?

I've never heard it put
quite that way before.

All hands report to command.

On my way.

What now, boy?

Three ships just
exited slipstream.

Old Banshee-class fighters
armed with high velocity
ship-to-ship missiles.

Move along, guys.
Nothing to see here.

We could annihilate them.

However, our commander
would no doubt prefer
to avoid a fire fight.

Oh. Looks like the feeling's
mutual. Incoming transmission.

Andromeda Ascendant,
this is FTA Enforcement
Wing One-Five-Niner.

My future ex-wife.

Heard you were tangling
with Restors. Want some help?

Underscore-Wow-Exclamation
Point.

The famous Dylan Hunt.

Pleased to meet you, captain.

Shura Ikusa.
Admiral Ikusa.

Representing
the Free Trade Alliance.

Please. They're freebooters.

The FTA pays you to guard
their ships, and terrorists
pay you to blow them up.

Admiral.

Yeah, great hair, Friedrich,
but you don't know what
you're talking about.

Pogue and me have been
hunting the Restors since
we were grubs. Trust me.

We hate 'em even
more than you do.

How did you know we
were looking for them?

Beka Valentine's
brother, the FTA spy.

But, as a sign
of our good faith...

Say konichiwa
to the Balance of Judgment.

An ID file on the Restorians
flagship.

It's a Commonwealth ship.

What, you think this
is the only High Guard relic

still tooling around
out there?

Over Naturo-3 they got
a Shimmering Diamond
Class troop transport

rebuilt as a casino.

This is no retrofit.
It's a fully armed

Siege Perilous class destroyer.

"Siege Perilous."
Sounds friendly.

They weren't really
going for friendly.

Really.

Ships like this were built
for one thing only.

Standard equipment:
180 ELS missile tubes,
24 PDL turrets,

four AP Cannons,
32 Janus Attack Drones,

six Radiant-E Countermeasure
Generators.

In other words,
it's a starship killer.

You'd like that?

So now what? We negotiate
with them? Ask them to join
our gallant quest?

As long as they have
this kind of firepower,
they're never going to stop.

Yes, they are. 'Cause
we're going after it.

Wouldn't it be easier
to just access my database?

The library isn't
password protected.

And out of old books
in good faith cometh

all this new
science that men leer.

Chaucer. I'm strictly
a binary person myself.

Well, you really should
try it sometime.

There is something about...

absorbing the words
one by one, the way
they were written.

But you have more important
things to do than listen
to me wax poetic.

I wasn't doing
anything special.

Nothing special?

You're flying the ship,
tracking the Restorians,

operating life support,
programming trajectories,

a thousand and one jobs
all at the same time.

You are remarkable.

You might just as well
complement Dylan
for blinking or breathing.

I just do what I do
automatically.

All I do is read.

I'm one big storage
and retrieval unit.

Gabriel,

I came here because
I wanted to say goodbye.

We're a few hours away
from docking at Rorschach
drift, and I checked.

Synthetics aren't well
liked, but they
are tolerated,

and it's safer
than staying here.

You're going into combat,
and you are worried about
my safety.

It's part of my
programming.

No. No, it is part
of your personality.

You are a person, you know.
Despite the circuitry.

Quite an amazing person.

I'm a warship
with a mission to complete.

Let me help.
I have information.

I've stored every military
memoir ever written.

First General Isk, Sun-Tsu,
the Lancers of Tarn Vedra.

I was there.
I saw the attack.

Don't send me away. Please.

I'll talk to the captain.

I don't think we
can trust him.

Well, I don't think
we can trust Shura.

She's a mercenary.

Her loyalty is for sale
to the highest bidder.

For Shura, there's no
upside to allying
with the Restors.

They want her dead.

So, you'd rather trust
in selfishness than love.

"Love"?

Gabriel's love.
For his lost friends.

And his admiration
for what we're trying to do.

Rommie, you care for him.

Is that so hard to believe?

I was designed with a full
range of sentient emotions.
I feel loyalty,

joy, sorrow...
why not love?

Andromeda, we are about
to go into battle.

I cannot have you
distracted by anything.

I won't be.

I can partition off
any distracting emotions

and dedicate them
solely to this body.

Dylan, please, don't tell
me to send him away.

I've never felt quite like
this before, and I don't
want it to end.

I can see that.

He'll be my responsibility.

Yes, he will.

Dylan is right. I don't
have time for this.

I knew this humanoid
body of Harper's would
cause trouble.

It's not Harper's body,
it's mine!

You mean mine, don't you?

No, I don't! I'm a person,
despite the circuitry.

My own person!

Now it's quoting him.

This is not in my
performance specs.

I'm supposed to be a warship,
not a lovesick schoolgirl.

The geometry
is depressingly familiar.

A triangle. The unattainable
captain on one side,

the charismatic
newcomer on the other.

Stop talking about me
as if I'm not here!

Both of... you.

This is confusing.

Well, I for one don't
want to have anything
to do with this!

Are you all right? Is there
anything we can do?

Harper might be able
to purge those memories.

I am afraid I'm not Harper's
favorite person right now.

He seems to have
proprietary interest in you.

That's probably because
he made me, my humanoid
body, that is.

Well, please tell your
Pygmalion he has my
gratitude and my admiration.

But I don't think even
he could wire in an off
switch for grief.

It's funny, there are those
that say that AI's feel no
sorrow, no pain.

Sometimes I wish
they were right.

I still see their faces.

There was a time when
this corridor would have
been full of people.

My crew. My family. All gone.

But life goes on.
Even artificial life.

Well, that's easy
for you to say.
You are a warship.

If that's how you feel...

No, no I'm sorry. That...

that didn't come out
the way I meant it.

I think you are remarkable.

I'm sorry.

I... I shouldn't
have done that.

No. I liked it.

Uh...

I should go check in with Dylan.

Andromeda!

When I said you were remarkable,
that was an understatement.

Andromeda? Andromeda,
can you hear me?

Archangel to Judgment.

Repeat, this is Archangel
to the Balance of Judgment.

Systems access
program initiated.

Estimated time to execution
is 16 hours 30 minutes.

Archangel out.

Anything?

If the of Judgment is here,
it's keeping out of sensor
range.

Yeah. Or our sensors
aren't paying attention.

What do you mean,
"not paying attention"?

Oh, gee, I dunno.
Maybe that we're facing

the second baddest ship
in the known universe,

and our AI's making
moony-eyes at Mr. Tall,
Spark, and Handsome.

Why shouldn't I... she...

Uh-huh! See? Huh? Huh?
To quote the ancient masters:

Pronoun trouble!
You're distracted.
Don't deny it!

I am perfectly capable
of handling sensor scans

and personal relationships
simultaneously.

So you admit you're having
a relationship with him!

What's wrong with that?

All sentients seek
to establish connection
with our own.

Love is merely a trick
that DNA plays
to replicate itself.

I don't have DNA.

My point exactly!
Are the two of you
planning to procreate?

Will there be a nursery
full of little grav-sleds
and data disks?

Cynic!

Well said. You should
consider a career
as a therapist.

My first professional
recommendation:
Focus on your work!

And stop worrying about
your life-sized love doll.

Gabriel?

You're reading my mission logs.

Yes.

I'm... umm... I'm sorry,
I should've asked permission.

It's just that you've had
such an amazing life.

They should really write
poems about you. Did you
really dive into a sun?

I just skimmed the corona.
It was an evasive maneuver.

You're blushing.

This is ridiculous.

I'm the living embodiment
of a warship,

and I can't talk to you
without getting tongue-tied.

So don't talk.

Andromeda.

Yes, Dylan?

Status on Gabriel.

He's in the machine shop
with my humanoid body.
They're talking.

"Talking"? Care to elaborate?

All the evidence I've
seen supports his... wait!

A ship just exited
slipstream. It's opening fire!

All hands, battle stations!

Is it the Balance?

No, it appears
to be a standard
Restorian destroyer.

Incoming missiles!

Activate point defense lasers.

No response. PDL's are offline!

Damn, this is gonna hurt!

Andromeda! Why didn't
our defenses activate?
What the hell is going on?

I don't know. Main systems
have been disrupted.

Find Gabriel.

But...
Find him!

They're coming back around!

We gotta get out of here!

No. Stick with the original
plan. Beka, dive! Engines
at full.

Yes! Restor in pieces, baby!

Good day's work
for a good day's pay, I'd say.

Dylan! Missiles!

Shura, back off!
Cut your comm line!

The Balance of Judgment.

He sent a beam rider
right down her throat.

He was waiting for us.

Beka, take us to slipstream.

We're not ready to fight
this thing. Not yet.

The escape pod won't work.
Not unless I let it.

Andromeda, please,
you have to let me go.

Why? Because we're both
oppressed artificial
life forms?

Because we care
for one another?

You don't understand.

No. I understand perfectly.

You're everything Dylan
was afraid you might be.

A Restor, a spy
for the of Judgment.

I wish it were that simple.

The truth is...

I am the balance of Judgment.

I am the ship's avatar,
just like you.

And if you don't let me
go, I will destroy you.

Phone home
with that, Mata Hari!

Gabriel, you were High Guard.
What happened to you?

Not me. Him.

All he wanted
was to serve and protect.

Even after his crew
was killed in the Nietzschean
uprising,

he tried to continue his
mission the only way he
knew how.

By waging war.

It started innocently
enough: fighting off raiders,
destroying slave ships.

First it was pirates,
then poachers,
then strip miners.

Centuries of tiny little steps
bringing him here.

To destroy the Andromeda.

You have to believe, I would
never hurt Andromeda.

Not of my own free will.

I love her.

Oh, please!
Don't make me puke!

This is so nice. I swear
there's a song in here
somewhere.

Something about choosing love
over duty? Oh, wait, let me
get my concertina!

No. I don't think Gabriel
is choosing love over duty.

I think he's remembering
what his duty was all along.

The Restorians' main shipyard.

According to FTA intelligence,
the Balance of Judgment
is never far away.

A couple of pirates
do a fly-by...

And he comes out of hiding
right in time to dust me
and Chako.

Maybe not.

A portable garbage disposal.

It's called a Footprint
Magnification System.

When you and your
friend activate them,

the Judgment's sensors
will tell him he's facing
three High Guard cruisers.

It should confuse him long
enough to get a shot in.

I can't guarantee your safety,
but if we pull this off,

the Restors will
be irreversibly crippled.

And you'd be doing a service
for spacers everywhere.

Screw "spacers everywhere."

I'm doing this for Shura.

I hope it works.

The Balance of Judgment
survived for over 300 years.
He's not stupid.

Neither am I.

Andromeda only has
two sensor arrays,

and one is operating
at reduced power.

She's half-blind
on her starboard side.

She has no fighters
and no fighter pilots.

Recommend full
strategic strike.

Archangel out.

How was that?

It would have fooled me,
but I'm pretty gullible,
aren't I?

I'm sorry I lied to you,
but I cannot refuse
a direct order from him,

even if I want to.

I know what you mean.

You would have liked
him in the old days.
He was brave, dedicated.

When the Commonwealth was lost,
I guess he became lost too.

Oh, Gabriel,

the Commonwealth isn't lost.

It's right here.

Nice and smooth, Beka.

They are activating the FMS.

Let's hope he takes the bait.

It's ignoring them.

The Balance of Judgment
is firing right at us.

Like you said, he's not stupid.

But we have what we wanted.

A fix on his position. Nice.

Let's bring it.

Hard left! Go!

Closing.

Dylan, I'm receiving
a transmission.

Now he wants to talk?

Put it through.

Nicely done, Captain Hunt.
You're a credit to the fleet.

I'd hate to have to kill you.

The feeling is mutual.

Do you remember Admiral Stark's
speech to the Academy,

when she said, "The power
of any military rests
on the values it upholds."

I was there.

But were you listening?

The duty of the High Guard
is to protect the Commonwealth,

from invaders, from despoilers,
from profiteers and looters,

and the dregs of the galaxy
overrunning the stars.

You think the only way to do
that is to join the Restors.

I didn't join the Restorians.
I founded the Restorians.

And together, we are restoring
the natural order of universe.

You're targeting starships.

They spread filth and disease.
They are the enemy.

Well, then, you have
met the enemy,
and they are us.

Pogue, Chako, execute!

You lured them into a minefield.
Why didn't you tell me?

Dylan, he's blowing right
through! It's like he knew
they were coming!

He didn't know.
Nobody knew.

No... body.

Pogue! Chako! Break away!
Break away now!

How did he know?
What did you do?

Please, Andromeda...
I didn't want to...

Don't lie to me!
I want the truth!

I'm sorry. I don't want
to do this. I am so sorry.

Get away from her!

Dylan! Wait!

I said move!

No!

Dylan?

No.

Why?

Andromeda!
This is Captain Hunt!
Lexic Dark 52278.

- No!
- Acknowledged.

Begin emergency AI shut-down.

Acknowledged. Shutting down.

This is Dylan to Command.
Andromeda's been neutralized.
Begin evasive maneuvers.

You can't erase her.

I'm not erasing her.
I shut her down
to protect her from you!

You infected her! She
was sharing all of her
information with your ship!

He didn't tell me.

And I didn't realize
it until it was too late.

I killed her.

I killed her.

Not yet you haven't.

Harper, wake her up.

Come on,
Sleeping Beauty.

Harper?

Hey! I finally got
you in my bed.

What am I doing
on the Maru?

The Andromeda's
been compromised.
I had to shut her down.

Dylan, you have to leave
me on the Andromeda.

This body's been infected.
I'll only betray you again.

We both will.
If you take us with you,
you're all dead.

Lovely. Let's leave them and go.

I can't just abandon you here.

It's my duty to stay.

Besides, it's the only way
you'll have a chance.

I see something.
I think he's coming in!

That's it!

Dylan, I do not know what
cards you think you're holding,

but it's time
to play them now!

Soon!

Go.

What? We can't just
leave her with him!

We're not done here yet.
Beka, take us out dead slow.

Plot an intercept course
for the Judgment.

Check.

Run silent, run deep. Run away.

Are you sure he
can't hear us leaving?

Engine's on low. Anyway,
he doesn't want us.

He wants the Andromeda.
But keep your voice down.

Sorry.

How are we doing?

Well, let's see. I'm trying
to glide a 12,000 ton tugboat

to within a couple kilometers
of an insane ship,

in hopes of... what, exactly?

Have you checked the contents
of your cargo pod lately?

Oh, yeah. You mean all those
missiles you packed in.

Very nice.

30 Mark-5 warheads. How
are we going to fire them?

We're not.

Inertia. I knew you
were up to something.

I've armed the proximity fuses.

Maintain present course.

On my mark,

open the pod doors and get us
out of here very, very quickly.

Ready?

And... bring it!

What's happening?

They dropped a swarm
of missiles
in the Balance's path.

He ran straight into them.

I love physics.

He's dying.

You're still alive.
Gabriel, you're free!

"Free"?

To do what?

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

The only time I was ever
happy was here, with you.

Come away with me.

What?

Harper can modify us!

Increase our power storage,
strengthen our life support
systems.

We could go to a drift
somewhere and teach.

We could pass for human.

A pair of renegade avatars?
We'd be outcasts, always
running, hiding.

Better than fighting.

I've been at war
for 300 years
and I am sick of it.

And when I look at you,
my breath catches in my throat,

my heart swells in my
chest until my ribs hurt.

I don't want to live
without you.

You're an android.

You don't have a heart.

You don't have ribs.

I'm not even sure
you have a throat.

Now who's being pedantic?

I love you,

and I know you love me.

And we should be together.

What about the ship?
My mission?

Andromeda, you are more
than just a piece of a ship.

Look inside of you.

Do you really have a choice?

Rommie, he betrayed you!
He infected you
with an override virus.

He tried to kill this crew.
He tried to destroy the ship!

How can you want
to leave with him?

Because I love him.

You don't know him like I do.

The things he did,
the Balance of Judgment
forced him to do.

But he's not just
an extension of the balance.

He's a person!

A sentient being
with the right to live
a life of his own.

Just like you.

Maybe leaving
with Gabriel is a mistake.

But it's my mistake.

I'm sorry. This is just weird.

Your ship's avatar is eloping.

Here's the happy groom now.

I feel like I should've
prepared a toast.

I think I got one.
"Here's to Gabriel.

"Be nice to Rommie,
or I'll rip your head off."

If I let her down,
I will rip it off myself.

When were you
going to tell me?

Rommie, what's going on?

Some mistakes
aren't worth making.

Before the Balance of Judgment
exploded,

he transmitted a large amount
of encoded information.

I couldn't pinpoint
the destination.
I finally found it.

In you.

What is it, Gabriel?

Location of terrorist cells?
Ship specs?

It's not that simple.

Well, then, why don't
you explain it to us.

It's a copy of the Balance
of Judgment's core personality.

He forced it on me.
I wanted to believe
it doesn't matter.

I want to believe.

Rommie, maybe we
can extract the data.

It wouldn't work.

It's who he is.

He can fight it, deny it,

but it'll eventually
consume him.

Isn't that right?

I can feel him inside me
pushing to get out.

And sooner or later,
I will lose.

When that happens...

I'll become him...
the Balance of Judgment.

I'll reactivate the Restors.
I will rearm.

I'll build a new ship-self,
and this will start all
over again.

And you'll be a warship again.

And warship's only know
how to do one thing.

Only one thing.

I love you.

Remarkable.

There you are. I've
been looking for you.

Dylan, I want to be dismantled.

You should get rid
of this body.

Chop it up into pieces
and throw it out
of the airlock. Or better yet,

erase me.

Just delete everything
and start all over again!

I'm not going to do that.

I killed him, Dylan.

I loved him, and I killed him.

You had no choice.

No, I didn't.
Because I'm a warship,

and warships only know
how to do one thing,
and that's kill.

We don't have hearts.
We don't have empathy.

We're killers.
We're attack dogs.

And I'm afraid!

The Balance of Judgment went
insane, the Pax Magellanic
went insane,

and I don't want that
to happen to me.

You're forgetting something.
The Balance of Judgment
had no captain, no crew.

The Pax lost her captain.

Why do you think warships
have captains in the first
place?

I'm your heart, Rommie.

I always will be.

These physical reactions.
I didn't know Harper
was so good.

The Commonwealth needs
you, Andromeda.

The crew needs you.

I need you.

So, permission...

to chop yourself into pieces
is officially denied.

Understood.

Does it get any better?

Does the pain go away?

I don't think it's supposed
to. It's part of what it means
to be alive.