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Who the hell
are these guys?

Nietzschean Pride
markings.

- Tyr?
- That's Mandau Pride.

They're parasites. Slavers.

I hate to break
it to them, but I don't plan

on spending the rest of my life
in a uranium mine.

They're still behind us.

What the hell?

Another one! Twelve o'clock!

We're in need
of assistance.
I'll contact Andromeda.

No! She's still dead
in space.

Losing engine power.

Tyr, Rev, assess
the damage.

The starboard thrusters have
gone critical! I'm shutting
it down!

No, no, no! Not the AP tanks!
Beka, we're losing containment!

Rev, vent the tank, now!

We've got no reserve fuel!

It's either that, or turn
into a fireworks display.

Do it!
Venting!

Thank the stars for momentum.

They're still on us.
If we keep this up,
they will find the Andromeda.

Slipstream?

It's our only option.
You got it.

Beka! Life support
is failing! We've got
to land now!

Now he tells me. Bailing
to the nearest system.

Objects in motion tend
to stay in motion. Where to?

Detecting an ice-world
in the third orbit.
Any sign of pursuit?

That's a "Yes". Do we run,
or do we land?

We land.
Going in.

Venting O2 tanks
for deceleration.

We're going too fast!

Brace for impact.

He is the last
guardian of a falling
civilization,

A hero from another time,

faced with the universe
and chaos.

Dylan Hunt recruits
an unlikely crew

and sets out to re-unite
the galaxies.

On the starship Andromeda,
hope lives again.

Ew. Stinky!

Well, at least this
is the last of them.
Or so I hope.

I can't believe it's taken us
three weeks to clean up all
these bodies.

Harper, we could use a little
help, here.

Help? You want a little help?
Fine, I'll help. I'll get
'em all.

You want some? You like that,
huh? How's that?

Harper, stop it!

Harper, I need you
to concentrate on your work.

Oh, you just want me to sweep
'em under the rug and forget
about it, is that it?

Forget that I was swarmed
by dozens of Magog and my guts
infested with parasites?

I think what she's trying
to say is, you know,

the medication we gave you has
put the larva in a dormant
state, so...

Well, great. I hardly
even have to think about 'em.

I'm just saying
that you should try to move on.

Oh, like Rommie's supposed
to just forget about being
impaled, right? Is that it?

Or like how you can just forget
about your entire original crew
being wiped out by Magog.

Or seeing your Perseid captain's
guts ripped out.

You can just put
it all behind you,

move on and concentrate
on your work. Is that it?

I can when I need to.

It's called
compartmentalization.

Compartmentalization?

More like schizophrenia.

Ugh!

Guess we'll be a little late
getting back with those parts.

Oh!

Snow.

Blood.

Yeah.

I'll be fine.

Ugh!

What about the others?
I'll check.

Just hold still. You're,
uh, you're, you're dripping
on my ship.

Reverend Behemial!

You dead?

Tyr Anasazi of the Kodiak Pride.

Clearly I am not in heaven.

Hey!

Are you two okay?

Sonic boom. The Nietzscheans?

Oh, yeah. They're still looking
for us.

I always thought slavers
were lazy.

Heh.

Beka, the emergency locator
transponder is no
longer functional.

And even if it did work,
it would only help
the Nietzscheans to find us.

Well, on the bright side,
we are covered in highly
reflective, heat-dampening snow.

It makes us harder to find.

On the not-so-bright side,
we have no fuel, no heat,
and minimal GFG.

All right, then let's mobilize.

Tyr, Rev, fix the engines.
Cannibalize parts
if you have to.

Beka, you and I will take...

Yeah. My first job is to repair
your forehead.

I'll be fine.

Yeah, okay, tough guy.

Hand me a laser torch.

Do Magog get concussions?

Your health affects my health.

I need to know your condition.

Then I must confess.
I am a little light-headed.

I have been fasting, a ritual
purification for those I
so recently killed.

For the Magog that boarded
the Andromeda?

Yes. And others
on the Worldship.

How long since you've eaten?

Since we left the Worldship.

Three weeks.

I had intended on breaking
my fast

when we returned
to the Andromeda,

but apparently it is
the Divine's will that
that is not to happen.

I don't suppose you could
eat the emergency rations?

No. A Magog must kill its prey
to begin the digestive process.

On the Andromeda , I keep
a supply of live salmon
in the hydroponics garden.

But we're not on board
the Andromeda.

You honestly don't expect him
to starve himself to death,
do you?

He's a Magog.

Tyr, this is Rev we're
talking about.

Rev and I have been shipmates
for seven years. I trust him
with my life.

You weren't
on the Magog Worldship
You didn't look into his eyes.

He was just like
all the others, feral.

Then our first order of business
is to find food for him.

There are no live prey animals
on this planet so far
as we know.

Which means the only viable food
source for him right now is us.
We should lock him up.

Rev Bem has more self-control
than anyone I've ever met.

Then let him practice
it in chains.

If Beka trusts him, I trust him.

Besides, we're gonna need
all hands to get out of here.

What's the status
on the engines?

The engines will be fine.
What we need is fuel.

Look, where there's snow,
there's water.

And where there's water,
there might be settlements.

And where there's settlements,
there's fuel.

I'll go outside and see if I
can spot any heat signatures
on the horizon.

I should go as well.
I'm the best suited
for hostile environments.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Having a Nietzschean along
may cause problems
with any potential allies.

Captain Hunt!

In the past few months,

you've been placing yourself
in a number
of very risky situations.

It's not a healthy trend.

Thank you, Tyr.

I didn't know that you cared.

Maintain radio silence. We don't
want to give away our position.

You got it.

And what does the captain
expect me to do in his absence?

I expect the acting weapons
officer to help Beka and Rev
fix the ship.

And protect them if necessary.

From what?

From whatever.

I thought you were helping Rev.

I thought you told me he
could help himself.

He can. And so can I.

You may dislike my concerns
about your Rev Bem, but they're
valid, nonetheless.

And if you've misplaced your
trust, your life is forfeit
as well as mine.

You wanna talk
about misplaced trust?

Who were those Nietzscheans?

I've told you.

Slavers.

Slavers are nine-to-five
bad guys.

When the going gets tough,
they find easier marks.

They wouldn't care enough
to chase us through slipstream.

Then who are they?

Why don't you tell me?

When we first saw them,
after Topeka Drift,

they were flying past us going
the other way.

Then they doubled back twice,
like they recognized us...

like they recognized the Maru.

So?
So,

what did you do that time you
took off in my ship
for three weeks?

As I recall, when we found you,
you were being hunted

by the entire
Drago-Kasov Empire.

Form up! Go! Follow me!

Nietzscheans! Great!

Another one.

Rev, did you hear that? Rev?

I, I'm sorry my, my focus
seems to be elsewhere.

Would you please excuse me?

I seem to be in need
of some private contemplation.

Dylan's been gone too long.
He's in trouble.

I don't doubt it.

What would you like me to do?
He insisted on going
out there alone.

Tyr, if it weren't for Dylan,

you'd be back on the Worldship
getting your guts eaten
out by Magog larvae.

But you're right.
Why should you care?

- That's a good shot.
- Come on, let's go!

Down there!
Don't let them
get away. After them! Move it!

Hey. How you doing?

Hungry.

I hate planets.

The dirt, the unregulated
temperatures, and the water,

which I also hate,
unless it comes in bottles.

Water turns into snow and ice,

which I also hate...like I hate
pretty much every
kind of weather.

I hate weather. Have I
mentioned that?

Rev, you're a monk. Correct me
if I'm wrong,

but if the Divine had wanted
us to suffer through weather,

he never would've given us
space travel. Am I right?

So, now you believe
in the Divine?

Let's just say that sitting
on a crashed starship,

freezing to death I'm open
to the idea.

But even if I don't believe,

I believe that you do,
and that your belief
is so strong

that it can overcome your...

other nature.

I guess what I'm trying
to say, Rev,

is that I trust you.

Then I shall fervently pray

that I do not betray that trust.

This way! Follow the trees!

They're low on ammunition.

Attack!

Go get him.

Tyr Anasazi! We know
you're out there.

Give up! Maybe we'll let
you live.

Get him!

Anything you want to tell me?

No. Not particularly.

We'll save that conversation
for later.

I thought you were supposed
to be working
in the engine room.

I know. I know.

All right, fine. It was kind
of you and Trance to exempt me
from clean-up.

Thank you very much. You can
go now.

Harper, I need you in there.

I think there might be a leak
in one of the AP transfer lines.

I've shut them all down,
but there's too much
rad interference

for me to find the leak.
Oh, a ruptured transfer line.

Yes, Harper. I need you to find
the leak before the mag bottles
start to overload.

Look! I can't go in there,
all right?

I...I can't deal with being
in the engine room, or anywhere
else where I was attacked.

It stinks like Magog and I'm
feeling a little Magog-ophobic,
okay?

Don't look at me
like that, Rommie!

I can't! I wanna help, I wanna
fix the ship.

I just, I can't.

We lost them about
a kilometer away.

If they don't follow your
tree markings back here.

Well, I ran out of bread crumbs.

Overshot by over
a hundred meters. At least
they're bad shots.

It may not matter.

Sinkholes.

The bedrock in this area's
unstable,and if they keep
shelling us, it could...

Beka.

Oh. I didn't think you went
in for hugs.

Oh, I, er, I love hugs. It's
the kissing that freaks me out.

I realize we are all fallen
angels, but twice in one day?

Tyr, status.

This entire area is riddled
with tunnels.

Must be an old mining planet.

How far down are we?

73 meters
below the surface.

It's okay, baby. You'll be
all right.

Let's spread out
and inspect the damage.

Considerable damage
in the aft section.

- Great.
- Come on.

We're not dead yet.

I have a suggestion.

Assuming the Nietzscheans
are still looking for us

You mean looking for you.

Like I said, a conversation
for later.

What's your plan?

We lure them to the Maru.
We blow it up.

They're dead. We commandeer
their ships to get home.

Beka?

No one's blowing up my ship.

Tyr?

It is precisely because
this ship is perceived as our
only means of escape

that it makes the perfect trap.

No!

I don't care if the Maru
is buried beneath a thousand
kilometers of rubble,

or roasting in the heart
of a sun,

or up on blocks
in the Imperial Museum
of Tarn-Vedra.

No one's blowing up my ship.

How would you propose
to get us home?

This is my home. It was my home
before I met you,
it's my home now,

and when the Andromeda has been
blown to hell by the Magog,

and each and every one of you
is dead it'll still be my home.

Sorry, that was a bit much.

No, no. That's, uh,
that's okay.

I'd be upset if someone
suggested blowing
up the Andromeda.

Maybe there's an alternative.

I mean, we're inside a system
of mining tunnels, so let's see
what's out there.

What'd they use to mine
in here, anyway?

Well, whatever it is,
we're stepping in it.

This is squorm refuse.

Squorms

Everyone back
to the Maru . Now.

Squorms are genetically
engineered macro-fauna

that tunnel through
ore-laden earth

The perfect biological miner.

They process the ore internally,

They process the ore internally
and excrete it as refined metal.

Not to mention that they're huge
and extremely bad-tempered.

How huge?

I once--

Please, excuse me.

I got him.

How huge?

You saw the diameter
of the tunnels?

Mmm-hmmm.
That huge.

And they only eat ore?

As long as there's plenty of it.

If not, and they bump into, say,
the, uh...

The Maru.
Yeah. Then we become food
for the squorms.

Yeah.

Rev!

Rev, what are you doing?
You can't digest this!

Beka, without food,

a Magog's body my body
will ravage itself.

I will begin to digest my own
intestines, muscle, bone,
nerve ending.

Well...
I, I fear

the process has already begun.

Then, uh, we'll just have
to get you something to eat.

How does
Nietzschean au jus sound?

Beka, do not even joke!

I will not kill! Not even
my enemies. Not even to survive.

You did it before,
on the Worldship

Yes. Much to my
never-ending shame.

If I was truly of the Divine,

I would have let them kill me,
and yes, even you, before I took
a life.

I was weak.

I chased my prey, I smelled
their blood

and I relished it.

And I recognized something...

it completed my creation.

Beka, I liked it.

How's it goin', fellas? Comfy?
Getting enough beer, hmm?

What about you, turd-brain?
What's that? Oh, no? Well, here.
How about some more?

You're not satisfied, are ya?

That's not what you're
looking for.

I give you freakin' thievin'
little parasites a home,
food, conversation

and what do you give me
in return?

Grief.

Oh, damn!

You drank all my
Neuverin Weisbrau.

Now what have I got to live
for? A big fat nothin'.

All right. Stinky, Turd-brain,
up against the stomach wall.

Harper! What are
you doing?

Rommie, go away. Rommie,
go away.
Harper, put the gun down.

Go away!
What are you thinking?

I'm thinking I got a situation
here, and I gotta fix it!

Trance has worked medical
miracles before...

Oh, give me a freakin' break!
There's no cure for this,
and you know it.

I got an irrevocable appointment
with a painful, horrible,
violent death,

and no one can fix me, Rommie.

No one can fix me.

He's so weak already. We have
to do something before he
starves himself to death.

Yeah, but we still
need fuel.

It sure would be nice to find
some friendly locals.

The only people on this rock
are Nietzscheans.

Hey, maybe we could feed them
to Rev.

Er, already suggested that.

Huh. Tyr, any ideas that might
change their minds
about killing us?

Killing them first?

All right. We split up.
Scout the tunnels.

The first one to find a way
to the surface calls the others.

What about Rev?

He'll stay and preserve
his energy and pray hopefully
for all of us.

Beka.

Coming.

Well, I'll be damned.
A magnetic accelerator.

They must've used this
to launch the refined metal
into orbit.

Is it functional?

Well, all it needs is power.

These squorm tunnels lead right
to it.

Tyr, come in.

Tyr?

There's probably too much rock
between us and him.

Too bad.

He might've been forced
to smile.

Okay. So, we hook this thing
up to the Maru's auxiliary
power unit,

use our GFG to lower our mass
to nothing, and, uh...crap.

How do we get the Maru
up here?

Extend the coil this way,

float it up the tunnel
to the mouth of the accelerator,

power it up and shoot
the Maru straight into space.

Just like a bullet
out of a gauss gun.
Yep.

One problem. What do we use
to extend the coil?

When you have lemons,
you make lemonade.

When you've got
metallic squorm dung,

you make
metal wire.
Yes.

Nice.

Tyr.

Tyr. Tyr, are you
reading me? Tyr?

Squorms.

They're homing
in on the magnetic field
of our weapons. Turn them off.

It's not the guns.

The Maru!

Squorms, from every direction,
closing in.

Weapons locker.

It's empty.

Figures.

There. I've discharged
the Maru's magnetic field.

That should hold off the squorms
for a while.

Rev? The guns?

Tyr took them while I was
in the engine room meditating.

And you didn't stop him?

Well, I...I'm sorry. I assumed
it was all part of your plan.

Yeah, it's all part of a plan,
all right. It's just not ours.

Kiyama?

Hafiz! Can you hear me?

I know some of you
are out of ammunition.

You'll need these.

Kiyama, I know you're out there.
I can hear you breathing.

You think you can buy us
off with trinkets?

You used your last credit
on Enga's Redoubt.

I wanted to come back for you.

I was shot down by Dragons.

You know, that's funny.

Because the last time
that we saw you,

you weren't exactly making
an heroic attempt to rescue us.

In fact, if I
remember correctly,

you were dashing
off in the Maru

while we got shelled
by an entire
Dragon security division.

I couldn't risk them recapturing
our prize.

Drop the mask, Anasazi.

You never planned on ransoming
back the bones at all.

You were always gonna keep 'em
for yourself!

If I did?

Whoever possesses
the mummified remains

of Drago Museveni controls
the fate of the entire
Nietzschean people.

And right now, right now, that's
Tyr Anasazi, the Kodiak!
It's me!

You can cooperate with me
and stand by my side,

or you can fight me
and they'll be lost
to you forever. Make a decision.

Agh!

Ugh! Well, we're almost there.
I'm sure it'd be easier
with another helping hand.

Yeah.

Unfortunately, one of them
is slowly starving to death,

and the other one's
out betraying us.

We don't know that.

Well, somehow, I don't think Tyr
took all of our guns
for Nietzschean show-and-tell.

With Tyr, you never know.
Still, he's been gone
a long time.

I'm gonna go find him.

And if he's betraying us?

Then I'll be the first to know.

Those are two fully charged
gauss guns.

Consider that compensation.

Where's Hafiz?

Covering us.

Oh, please.

I've demonstrated my good faith.

It's your turn.
Hafiz, show yourself!

No, Hafiz is quite comfortable
where he is.

That's the key to happiness,
isn't it?

Knowing what you want,

sticking with it?

I'm offering you a chance
to shape the fate
of the Nietzschean people.

We don't care about
the Nietzschean people.

We just wanted the ransom.

Kiyama, Kiyama, Kiyama, Kiyama.

Would you like to know
the real reason I left you
behind on Enga's Redoubt?

Yeah.

Take left! Fire!
Kill him!

Because you're just so
uncompromisingly inferior!

Reactor overload. Power
Reactor One going critical.

Unable to vent due to damage
in the AP line.

Harper, if you don't get
in there and fix that line,
we'll blow up!

Do you hear me?

You're going to die!

Good. 'Cause in case you didn't
notice when I had that gun
shoved into my gut,

I want to die.

I don't wanna live another day
with these freakin' monsters
inside of me.

Harper, look. I know
how you feel.

Hah! What have
you been drinking?
You don't know how I feel.

What about inside of me?

The only reason we encountered
the Magog world-ship
in the first place

is because some backup copy
inside of me, a me I didn't even
know existed came out!

Came out and started shooting,
tried to kill us, all of us.

What else is there inside of me?
What other demons do I have
to worry about?

Reactor critical
in seventy seconds.

That's why you can't die,
Harper. Because I need you.

And if you're gone,

who's going to fix me?

Sixteen seconds. Fifteen.
Come on!

Fourteen. Thirteen.
Twelve. Eleven.

Ten. Nine.
Eight. Seven.

Gotcha. Hah! Ah...

You did it. You fixed me.

Yeah? Well, tell ya what.
From now on, let's fix
each other.

Rev.

Rev?

Beka, please. Shoot me.

You know, I'm not exactly
an expert on spirituality,

but I do know that just
letting yourself die is a sin,

a sin against nature,
against the Divine,
and most of all, against us.

Rev, we're your friends,
and we need you.

You can't just give up.

Beka, please.

Rev, you remember,
uh, back on Tesla Drift,

after they repo'd the Maru
and Bobby had left me
for the last time?

I felt like my world
was crashing in on me.

I just wanted to check out.

I remember.

You asked me one question,

How dare I presume to know
what the Divine had
in store for me?

You said that somehow
all my anxiety, and all my pain,

and all my despair
had a purpose,

even if I couldn't see it.

So now, Rev,

what about you?

Beka, I was not created
by your Divine.

I was created
by the Spirit of the Abyss

as an instrument of fear
and destruction.

That is my purpose.

How could my death
not be moral?

You're a great man, Rev,

but I still don't think

you can know the Divine's plans
for you, even if
he didn't create you.

Beka, please, forgive me.

Rev.

Well, I'm good to go.

This way!

Aah!

Get him!

Hello.

How you doin'?

Good to have you back.

You still owe me
that conversation.

They're here.

Let's go.
Yes. Let's go.

Tyr Anasazi!

Well, it's about time.

Hi.
Hi.

Found Tyr.
Good.

We can leave now.
Moving us
to the launcher.

Magnetic coils?

Those things'll attract
every squorm on the planet.

We'll be long gone by then.
Let's bring it.

We're blocked.

Slow down. With GFG on, we don't
have enough mass to ram them.

Too late. No breaks.

No problem.

Kiyama!

And here comes its mother.

Bon appetit.

We're at the launcher.

Hit it!

We're escaping the atmosphere.

Let's hope we've got enough
momentum to slingshot the sun
and scrape up some fuel.

Objects in motion tend to
stay in motion, don't they?

And they want to blow you up.

Bring us home, Beka.

Hey, Rev.

How you doing?

I heard things got, uh,
a little rough down there.

Yes. They did.

But things seem
to be better now.

And you?

Oh, phff... I

I'm just peachy.
It was a cake-walk up here.

I'll keep you in my prayers.

Thanks. I really mean that.

You wanted to see me?

The travelers-aid database we
downloaded on Glitterdust.

I found this.

It's a nice photo.

And, hey, they want you alive.

Ten million Dragon Eagles.

I'm flattered.

I'm tempted. I could do
a lot with that much money.

I'm sure.

Still, somehow I doubt you're
truly prepared to turn me over
to the Drago-Kasov Pride.

Give me one reason why not.

Your extracurricular activities
have put my ship,

my crew, and my mission
in jeopardy. You are becoming
a liability, Tyr.

A liability.

Am I so? Well, I also happen
to be the best

I, I am the only soldier
you have.

I personally delivered Enkindu
and Schopenhauer
into your alliance.

I have saved your ship,
your crew such as it is,

and your mission
on many an occasion.

And while I may have earned
the wrath
of the Drago-Kasov Pride,

they wanted to kill you long
before they ever heard of me.

Oh, then I guess that makes
it all right.

If you would like me
to leave, sir,

you have but to ask.

One question, Tyr. One simple
question, Why are you
on my ship?

To be perfectly honest?

At first,

at the very first

I thought there might be
a way to take it from you.

And it made an ideal
platform while I planned my

extracurricular activities.

But then, well,
something happened.

Enlighten me.

Then came a ship the size
of a sun,

filled with five trillion
septic, hungry Magog,
coming our way,

my way.

Something like that will
make a man

rethink his priorities.

Yes. Especially an ambitious man

with ulterior motives who wants
to live long enough
to see them through.

Whether I like it or not,

I need you,

sir. And I shall be so bold
as to say you need me, as well.

So,

Shall we have a game?

Your move.