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Range to target?

Fifty light seconds
and moving away.

- Get me a heading.
- Getting.

040 minus
by 20 degrees.

Maintain contact
with the Castalian fleet.

On my mark, come
about 80 degrees.

Mark.
Mark. Mark.

The Castalians are finally
engaging the enemy.

It's up to them now.
All we can do is watch.

Ah, crap,
that's one fish down.

Two fish.

Red fish, blue fish...
It's a freaking fish fry--

The Castalians
aren't deploying
counter measures.

They're
being decimated.
This is stupid.

These water-breathers
are hopeless.

Missiles away.

There, now.
Objective destroyed.

Damn it, Tyr.

Andromeda, report.

The enemy destroyer
was eliminated,

but Castalian casualties
are still high.

Five of their ships are down,
the planet was bombarded.

Estimated civilian casualties,
five million.

That's a lot of sushi.

It's not funny, Beka.

Pretty darn funny
from here.

Look, if you're all finished
insulting our allies,

might I remind you
that the point of these
training exercises

is to improve their morale,
not destroy it.

Look, Dylan,
if you think Aquaman
and the Silver Surfer here,

are gonna help you
stop the Magog,

you may as well
start basting yourself

with steak sauce now
and avoid the rush.

I dunno.

Aquaman.
Silver Surfer?

Did you people
ever go to school?

No classical education
whatsoever.

Rommie,

how many target drones
did you deploy?

Five, why?

I'm reading
an unidentified object.

It just threaded its way
through the Castalian fleet.

And they didn't stop it?
What a complete surprise.

Dylan, the bogey reads as

a modified Alacritous
Missive courier vessel.

That's a High Guard ship.

And it's hailing us.

On-screen.

This is Lieutenant Jamahl
Rodriguez Hernandez Brown.

I'm looking
for Captain Dylan Hunt.

This is Dylan Hunt.

Oh, wow. Oh, wow!

Broat is gonna spit
that I found you first!

I mean, uh...
I'm sorry, sir!

What is this all about,
Lieutenant?

I have a message
for you, sir.

It's from your fiance,
Sara Riley.

My fiance has been
dead for more than
two hundred years.

Yes, sir. I know, sir.
It's a very old message, sir.

Permission to come
aboard, sir?

I've been out here
a long time. I think the
Castalians are targeting me.

Rommie?

One pilot, no passengers,
defensive weapons only.

He looks clean.

Bring him in and keep
him under guard.

Send that message
to my quarters.

Hello, Dylan.

I probably
shouldn't be doing this.

I argued myself
out of it a dozen times,

but I wanted you to know...

I survived.

And I did as you asked.

I got on with my life.

I got married.

We have a good life.

More than that.

Dylan...

it's bad out there.

But, knowing you'll
be back someday

to make things right helps.

So I just wanted
to say "Thank you".

And if you're getting
this message then...

I've done my small part.

Be well, Dylan.

I wish you every happiness.

Do you want
me to play it again?

No, that'll be all.

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.

She was a remarkable woman.

Yes. She, uh, she was.

Rev Bem is in hydroponics.
Do you want me to--

I don't need counseling,
Rommie. I'm fine.

You don't look fine.
Then have Harper check
your visual sensors,

because that was the best
message I could have gotten.

I mean, after all this time
I can stop worrying about her.
She's okay...

was okay.
You know what I mean.

Of course.

Send the, uh,
Lieutenant to my quarters.

I have a few questions
I wanna ask.

It's called Terazed.

It's the fourth rock out
from a yellow dwarf
at the ass end

of the Triangulum galaxy.

Excuse my Vedran.

Excused.

I've never heard
of Terazed.

Who has? They get
more visitors on Gehenna.

Anyway, as far as I know,

we're the last refuge
of the Systems Commonwealth.

Uh, we've got a conclave,
triumvirs, a Home Guard

everything
but the Vedran Empress...

One planet coming
through the chaos intact.

How?
Beats me.

I wasn't there.

But my great great great
great-grandparents were.

They were war refugees
from here, mostly.

Survivors from
the Andromeda Ascendant --

And from the Starry Wisdom.

And their wives
and their kids

and their cousins
and their uncles and...

well, Sara Riley rounded up
anybody who's ever even
heard of you

and settled them
on Terazed.

And we've been waiting
for you ever since.

Waiting for him
to do what?

Restart the Commonwealth,
of course.

Sara Riley said
you'd be back,

and she was right.

Beka, status.

This isn't a slipstream route,
it's a rabbit hole.

How do these people
get mail?

Jamahl says
Terazed's hard to find.

It's why they've
survived all this time.

Yeah, sure,
that explains everything.

No chance they've been
left alone because

they're a bunch of cannibals
or killer robots or--

Harper!
What?

You gonna say I'm wrong?

Come on, every single
High Guard remnant

we've encountered has been
psychotic, evil, or both.

Present company
excluded, of course.

Of course.
He has a point,
Dylan.

Once bitten, you know.

I mean,
I'm just saying that
we shouldn't get all

kissy-huggy-smoochy-woochy
just because

we like the cut
of their uniforms.

Point taken.
We'll go in with our eyes open,

but, we are going in.

Assuming
normal cruising speed.

I'm detecting a Sol-like system
with 12 planets,
one inhabitable.

Uh, guys?
We've got company.

They look like warships.

Oh, great. I knew it.
I knew it! We're surrounded.
Thirty-six slipfighters.

Pull yourself together,
Mr. Harper.

Oh, sure,
take your time.

Don't shoot at them
or anything.

Dylan, they're moving
into formation.

It's not an attack.
It's an honor guard.

Incoming message.

On-screen.

Captain Hunt, welcome.

I am Rakel Ben-Tzion,
first Triumvir of Terazed.

We've taken the liberty
of sending

Argosy Squadron Alpha
to escort you planetside.

I hope you
like marching bands.

Andromeda, analysis.

Is the Madame Triumvir
a killer android or not?

Who cares?
What a babe.

Stop being
so predictable.

Intercepting planetary
communications and analyzing.

With the election
a week away, the coalition...

Free press. They're talking
about a local election.

From all evidence,
Terazed seems to be
exactly what it seems to be.

a peaceful,
productive democracy.

Your Commonwealth.

Take us in.

Okay, it's official.
I like this place.

I liked the conclave,
I liked the Grand Plaza,

and I really liked all
those Home Guard lancers

lined up for my
personal inspection.

I'm glad you
enjoyed the parade.

Well, even
the aerial displays...

it was all a little
overwhelming.

Well, if it was up to me,
there would have been
midtoks and elephants.

But expenditures like that
have to be approved
by the full counsel.

Well, maybe next time,
Madame Triumvir.

Please, call me Rakel.

Fine. You can call me Dylan.

Dylan, it is.

Which is the furthest?

The most distant world
in the new Commonwealth?

Well, distance is relative
in slipstream. Why?

I want to go there.

Do you know, I've never
been off this planet?

Well, I think we
can arrange a trip.

Dylan, may I steal you
away for a moment?

Privately.

Oh, Oh, Oh, Okay.

Okay, this is where
you, uh,

you get him away from us
so your pals there can,

uh, whip out
laser mind-probes

and crack our skulls
open, huh? Am I right?

He's sweet.
Paranoid, but sweet.

It's, uh, been
a tough year.

Yeah, my crew's used to
having the other shoe drop.

And frankly, so am I.

Dismissed.

Five minutes.

Draw your weapon
if it makes you feel better.

But there are some people
I want you to meet.

Five minutes.

Ladies and gentleman,
it is my great privilege
to present,

Captain Dylan Hunt.

Dylan, the descendants
of Sara Riley.

Captain, I believe you've
met Lieutenant Brown?

Yes, I have.

Excuse me a moment.

Really the whole
Andromeda Association
wanted to meet you,

but Madame Triumvir said there
wasn't a room big enough
in the whole city.

Jamahl, you're descended
from Sara?

I'm her
great-grandson, cubed.

Nine generations,
direct line.

And all these people?

These are her kids' kids'
kids' kids' kids' kids.

But this is nothing.
You should see

the Society of Starry Wisdom.

There were
that many survivors.

There are survivors and
the families of those
who didn't make it

Lieutenant Refractions
of Dawn must've had
a thousand descendants,

but then she was a Than.

This is unbelievable.

I just had my genealogy
downloaded.

Do you wanna see it?
Yes. Yes, I would like that.

Lieutenant,

are you monopolizing
the guest of honor?

No, ma'am. At least,
I didn't think that I was.

Madame Triumvir.

Rhade!

I tried to warn you.

I hate to barge in
on such a historic event,

but I couldn't get away
from my staff meeting.

Not at all, Admiral.

Dylan, this is the commander
of Terazed's Home Guard,

Admiral Telemachus Rhade.

Rhade.

Captain. It's an honor.

I've heard of Nietzschean
genetic reincarnation.

I've just never seen
a documented case.

It's quite rare,
but it does happen.

My own father had
almost identical DNA
to a Kodiak alpha.

Suleiman.

And according to legend,
one day Drago Museveni himself

will be
reincarnated and reunite
the Nietzschean people.

Come on, Tyr,
what are the odds?

My own first officer
reincarnated

on a planet settled
by my fiance?

The chance of a specific human
DNA combination reoccurring

is approximately one
in three times ten
to the fifteenth power.

Telemachus Rhade
isn't just any human.

He's the product
of sixteen centuries
of selective breeding.

Homo sapiens invictus

have the same
number of chromosomes
as unmodified homo sapiens.

Yes, but a smaller sampling.

No Nietzschean carries
the gene for astigmatism,

acromegalia,
arterial sclerosis.

You combine that with extensive
safeguards against mutation--

And the odds are
still in the trillions.

It's a big universe.

Yeah,
and a bigger coincidence.

I don't trust
coincidences.

Especially ones
named Rhade.

You should never
trust any Nietzschean.

Except me.

And while
the Vedran Empress

was the System Commonwealth's
titular ruler,

actual authority was exercised
by three elected triumvirs,

which is still the case
in Terazed today.

But, as with the original
Commonwealth,

the triumvir's power
was not absolute.

The people also elected
a tricameral legislative body

called a Conclave.

That is why there must
be a general election

if Terazed is going
to sign Dylan's charter.

Yeesh. Gimme a nice,
simple dictatorship any day.

Then, at least when things
go wrong, you know
who to hang.

You're just saying that
because you've never
lived in a democracy.

I think free elections
sound like fun.
Please!

There is no such thing
as a free election.

Inexpensive, maybe,
occasionally. But free?
Never.

Harper, you're so--

Cynical? Jaded?
Realistic?

No, I was going to say
cute when you're paranoid.

Wait a minute.
That's a compliment.

You're trying
to distract me.

You know how this election's
gonna turn out,
don't you, Trance?

Come on, spill it.

Everyone knows how
the election's going
to turn out.

It's a slam dunk.

They've been waiting
generations to rejoin
the Commonwealth.

I can't imagine them
going against Dylan.

Yeah? Well there's
nothing wrong
with a little insurance.

I say I jack into their
VR matrix and, uh,
rig a few tallies

stuff some ballot boxes.

Hey,
it is a time-honored system.

It's an integral part
of the democracies
I've read about.

Oh.

Fine. Fine.

But I would've
made a great king.

It doesn't have
to be a long speech.

You wouldn't have
to write it yourself.

I have people
for that sort of thing.

Would your people
really care what
I have to say?

I'm just
a stranger here.

You're much more
than that, Dylan.

You're a legend.

And, uh,
if I may be so bold,

an extremely charismatic
and attractive individual.

Who better to champion
this referendum?

Why do we even
need to do this?

I thought the outcome
was assured.

The truth is...

there's a strong isolationist
movement on Terazed.

We have a good life here

and some people
don't want to send their
sons and daughters away

to die in your war.

Well, then the war
will come to them.

Then you have to tell
them that, Dylan.

Because right now,

the election
is too close to call...

and I could use your help.

Nicely done,
Captain Hunt.

Your speech was
very impressive.

Thank you. I'm, uh,
not much of a politician.
I'm just a soldier.

Don't underestimate
your powers as a leader.

Do you have a moment?

Do you have a moment?

For my best man?
Always.

About that.

There must be
better candidates.

Excuse me?

What about
Refractions of Dawn?

Best man?
Best insectoid hermaphrodite.

You know, it just doesn't
have quite the same ring
to it, does it?

Look,

there is no one
on this ship...

Hell, there's no one
in the known worlds
that I trust more.

I want you at my side

at my wedding.

Think you can take me?

Magog.

Yes.

Yeah, best insectoid
hermaphrodite sounds
a lot better.

Commander?

Rhade!

I tried to warn you.

Dylan.

I asked if you
wanted a drink.

I suspect you wanted
to ask me something else.

My ancestor, Gaheris Rhade.

Here on Terazed,
he's something of a hero,
you know.

A loyal Commonwealth
officer, dead in that first
terrible battle.

I lost a lot of good
people that day.

The Nietzscheans
tell a different story.

That he betrayed
the Commonwealth.

That he was a spy

who served a key role
in the Nietzschean rebellion.

You're the only person alive
who knows the truth.

You know, I , uh, I think
I'll take that drink.

You were there.

At least tell me
what happened.

Tell me what he did.

He tried to warn me.

For what it's worth,
he tried to warn me
about the rebellion.

By the time I listened,
it was too late.

So he was
a hero after all.

That means a lot to me.
Thank you.

I just wish we weren't
on opposite sides.

Opposite sides
of what?

I thought you knew.

I'm opposed
to the Commonwealth
referendum.

But you are Commonwealth.
All of you.

Terazed has been
waiting for this day
for three hundred years.

And we're still here
after three hundred years.

Because we haven't let
the chaos out there touch us.

Because no one
knows we exist.

Yeah, for now, but that
will change sooner or later.

The later the better,
as far as I'm concerned.

You have powerful
enemies, Captain.

So do you, Admiral.

The Magog are coming.

You can't deny them
out of existence.

No.

But I can keep us
out of their crosshairs.

I'm sorry. It's my duty
to protect Terazed

and I'm not going to let
anyone compromise that.

You should
see the armaments
they have stockpiled.

Dozens of shrike fighters
just sitting in hangars.

Janus light attack drones,

Oracles, Centaurs.

But you know what
it is that I really want?

An avatar unencumbered
by cleavage?

A real crew.

I used to have 800 lancers
stationed on me.

Yes, and I can imagine
the eavesdropping potential.

I never eavesdrop.

I monitor.
For security purposes.

And besides...

Oh no.

What is it?

The election results
just came in.

Dylan, they voted
against your restored
Commonwealth.

We lost.

That's just great.

You can't just leave.
My people need you.

Well, that's not what
they said yesterday.

They were misled,
misinformed.

You can talk to them.

I already did.
I don't have any more
time to waste here.

Dylan, you're not
wasting your time.
I promise.

I can call
another election.

Yeah, in a year.
I read your constitution.
Your hands are tied.

Not necessarily.
I can declare a planetary
emergency.

Under what cause?

Rakel, I appreciate
your efforts,

but I have three years
to build an alliance
against the Magog.

When things start
to get serious, your people
will change their minds.

Please.

A day or two...
that's all I need.

Don't give up on us now.

Talk to him.
Talk to Rhade.

I didn't realize
this basketball
was so violent.

Perhaps there is a more
productive way

to express your
disappointment.

Give it up, Rev.
I'm not going to talk to him.

Why?

Because...

Telemachus Rhade's
great-great-great-grandfather

No!
betrayed you?

Because Telemachus
betrayed me.

He broadsided me
by campaigning

against the restored
Commonwealth.

Rev, you know what?
I'm getting a little tired

of being stabbed
in the back by Rhade.

Perhaps.

But maybe you should try

to see things
through his eyes--

Oh, please!

Telemachus Rhade
was wounded twice

defending Terazed
against Kalderan raiders.

Well, then maybe
I should give him
a call, huh?

Dylan,

one of those raids

resulted in the deaths
of thousands of people.

The isolationists
are not evil.

They are merely afraid.

Code Blue. All hands
report to Command.

Magog swarm ships
have been sighted
in the outer system.

You have got to be kidding.

Andromeda, report.

Four unknown targets
with rad signatures identical
to Magog swarm ships.

Terazed's sensor satellites
just picked them up

doing a fly-by
of the fifth planet
in the system,

but the data's already
nine minutes old.

Hello, Fate... God...
whoever...

I just
want to officially note
it on my personal record

that, uh, mentally,
I am not ready for another
round of Magog-a-Go-Go.

Focus, Harper.
Nothing's buried
itself in our hull yet.

Yet. Three little letters,
so much pain.

Trance, get the Home Guard
commander on-screen.
Getting.

Admiral, there are four
Magog swarm ships
in the outer system.

I know. You led them
right to us.

A, that is not true,
and B, We can point
fingers later.

Right now, I'm launching
everything we've got, and
it's not going to be enough.

I need your help.

That's why we're
still here.

I'm transferring Triumvir's
Honor Guard to your command...

ships and lancers.

Good luck.

Beka, best speed
to the outer system.

Tell the triumvir's
fighters to--

Captain, what's going on?
My pilots--

Your pilots are responding
to a military emergency,

and if you've got a problem
with that, you can get off
my Command Center.

Attention.
Attention. All hands report
to battle stations.

Battle stations.
Battle stations.

All hands report
to battle stations.

Prepare to repel borders.

You.
Assist on fire control.

What are you doing?
He's in my Honor Guard.

Your troops are training
in a High Guard simulator.

It's time to put
that training to use.

Unless, of course,
you wanted to invite
the Magog in for dinner?

Eighty
light-seconds, Captain.

Deploy fighters.

Understood.
Aye-Aye.

Here we go, baby.
This is the one.

You can't just go
in there blasting.
What about casualties?

Magog casualties?

Our casualties.
Those boys out there.

They're guardsmen.
This is what they do.

Captain, the swarm ships
appear to be moving off.

Vectoring away.
Three-one-two degrees.

Magog scampering?
That's too easy.

Hey, I like gift horses.

Full sensor scan.

Break it off.
We're standing down.

What?
Are you serious?

Come on!
At least let's blow one up.

They're leaving!

Standing down.

Dylan, one of the fighters
is pealing off. It's chasing
Magog.

And it's hailing us.

Lieutenant Brown reporting.
I've engaged the enemy, sir.

Return to the Andromeda, Jamahl.
We're breaking off pursuit...

I can take 'em, Captain.
Just give me the word.

The word is "No".

I'm not some out-world hick.

I'm the one who
found you, remember?

I said stand down.
Do you copy, Lieutenant?

Tyr, I want covering fire...
point defense lasers.

Andromeda,
plot an intercept course.

Harper, bucky cables
at the ready.

Nice shot, kid.

Uh-oh. He's headed straight
for that piece of junk.

Jamahl, pull up!
Reverse thrusters!

Amateur.

Andromeda.

Andromeda, do you read me?
Condition's critical.

Get him back now!

That is our objective.

He's in an uncontrolled spin.

We're within
500000 kilometers
of the slipfighter.

Launch harpoon.

He's losing it.

Gone. He's gone.

Beka, get us out of here.

Trance, take the triumvir
back to guest quarters, please.

But, I...

Thank you. I'm sorry.

Andromeda, I want a full
analysis of that debris.

Electromagnetic, spectrographic,
hell get me a breathalyser
test on its pilot.

What's up, boss?

Swarm ships come out
of nowhere, do nothing,
then leave for no reason?

Magog don't sightsee.

Dylan, those swarm ships,
the rad signature was correct,

but the one Lieutenant Brown
destroyed,

it had no pilot.
Also, no slip drive
and no weapons.

A drone.

No.
It's a dummy.

There's more.

Analysis of the debris
indicates

the vessel was constructed
in the local star system.

That attack didn't come
from the Magog World ship.

It was launched
from Terazed itself.

You sure about that?

I've checked and rechecked

and double-rechecked
the trajectories,

and the Magog swarm ships came
from Argosy Station Terazed.

The Home Guard's
command center.

And Telemachus Rhade's
home base.

Have Triumvir Ben-Tzion
meet me in my quarters
immediately.

That poor child.

He was one of Sarah's.

Yes, I know.

Maybe Telemachus was right.

It is too dangerous.

Maybe I should just
let him take over.

Let him take over?

Rakel,
what's going on here?

Something's happening
down on Terazed.

I can't reach
the High Council.

Second Triumvir Cooper
is in conference.

Cooper never confers
with anyone.

Andromeda?

Communications channels
to Terazed are still open,

but none of the government
offices are responding.

Communications freeze.

My sources on the ground
tell me they're mobilizing
the Home Guard.

There are troops
on the street in the Capitol.

So you're saying Telemachus
faked that attack

so he'd have a reason
to mobilize his troops.

And now he's mounting
a military coup.

This is my fault.
I should have been
ready for this.

But I didn't want
to believe the reports.

What reports?

My operations department
intercepted

a number of coded transmissions
from Telemachus's secured line,

including one right before
the fake Magog attack.

Launch commands.

I can't believe Rhade would
do something like this.

He's loyal as a dog.

Yeah, maybe.

Troops in the street,
the triumvirate held
incommunicado.

Gaheris Rhade destroyed
the Commonwealth once.

I'm not gonna
stand by and watch another
Rhade destroy it all over again.

So, what are you
going to do?

The same thing
General Sani Nax Rifati
did 6000 years ago.

I'm gonna get the military
out of the republic.

Time to give Telemachus Rhade
a little history lesson.

I told you before.

Pessimism
is not a survival trait.

Dylan, incoming message
from Admiral Rhade.

On my way.

Andromeda,
on-screen.

We have to talk.

I would call
that an understatement.

What the hell's going
on down there?

You've got troops
in the conclave.

I can explain everything.
Let me come on board.

You and the Third Lancer
Regiment? Not likely.

I can't argue
with Mr. Anasazi.

No lancers, Dylan.
Just the two of us.

Andromeda,
hold transmission.

Transmission held.

If we can manage
to bring him up--

Clear the deck.

Dylan, no offense,
but--

I know what I'm doing.

I strongly doubt that.

Let me stay. Maybe he'll
listen to his triumvir.

This isn't a debate.

I have questions
and I'm gonna get answers.

Now get off my deck!

Andromeda, activate screen.

Transmission
reestablished.

Admiral, about that
meeting you wanted...

permission granted.

Status.

He's outside the door, Dylan.

And he's alone.

Is he armed?

One High Guard force lance.

Let him in.
Initiate privacy mode.

But Dylan...

Don't start with me.

I understand why
you did it, Dylan.

Believe me, I do.

You've got this all wrong.

Do I? I know how important
that election was to you.

You know, last I looked,

I wasn't the one
with troops in the streets.

Is that how you
want to play this?

I am not playing
at anything.

Neither am I.

Rhade! Listen to me!

You could have killed me.

You didn't. Why not?

Same reason you
didn't kill me.

Because we both know
who the real criminal is.

Ceremonial visits
to the shipyard,

coded transmissions
on her private line,

and cargo manifests
in her brother's name.

If the information your
A.I. uncovered is true,

she's been planning
this for months.

She knew that her scouts
would locate me eventually

and bring me to Terazed,
knew that there would
be a referendum.

And instituted
a contingency plan
in case it didn't go her way.

She's a bright woman.
I admire her.

Think you can verify
this evidence independently?

Terazed is cursed
with free press.

It's hard to hide things.
It's harder to fake them.

Rommie could falsify data
like this easily.

Hell, if I wanted to,

I could make it look
like you were behind
the whole thing.

And then you'd get everything
you wanted, wouldn't you?

The isolationists
would be disgraced.

There'd be a new election.

Terazed would join
the new Commonwealth.

And you'd go to prison.

As cost-benefit ratios go,

it's got a lot
to recommend it.

Betray an innocent man,
gain the world,
and lose...

lose what, Mr. Rhade?

It's what I would do.

All right, let's end this.

Triumvir Ben-Tzion,
you're under arrest.

Dylan, please.
We want the same thing.

No, we don't.

Eternal life
grant unto him

and may perpetual life
shine upon him.

I think I finally understand
what happened to my ancestor.

Good. So do I.

And tell your Aunt Connie
it is fine with me

if she wants to give you away,

but I am not going
to salute her

if she insists on wearing
pink taffeta.

And I...

Come.

About this best man job.

Uh, yes?

Does it always involve
drunken bachelor parties

and half-naked dancing girls?

Pretty much, yeah.

Hmm.

In that case...

I accept.

Good.

I'm glad.

Thank you, Dylan.

It's an honor
to serve with you.

And an honor
to be your friend.

Did I do the right thing,
Rommie?

Throwing it all
away like that.

You mean by arresting
Rakel Ben-Tzion instead
of Telemachus Rhade?

Yeah.

I try not to dwell on what's
right and what's wrong.

It slows my processors.

Still, one innocent man
convicted,

one guilty woman set free

in exchange
for a fleet, a crew,

the ability
to protect Terazed

and a thousand other worlds
from a genuine horror.

One act of betrayal
to save the universe.

It seems a small price
to pay, doesn't it?

Be well, Dylan.

I'm doing my best, Sarah.

I'm doing my best.