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And you explained
it to them, politely?

I even used
one-syllable words.

Ah, condescension.
That's four syllables.

A mutual defense pact
among the charter signatories
does make sense,

but you'll have to be a little
patient with the Castalians,

they have the right
to a little paranoia.

Yeah, yeah.

Let one little president
get assassinated and you
never hear the end of it.

Is that a data port
in your neck, or are you
happy to see me?

Data ports, acoustic enhancer,

self contained memory.

And that's just for starters.

Satrina Leander.

Archivist for the FTA
Information Directory.

Enchante. Harper.

Seamus Harper.

Super-genius.

So modest.
Yeah, well.
Nobody's perfect,

but I see
you've been working on it.

What I've been working
on is getting an interview

with one of
Captain Hunt's crew.

Do you have time
for a few questions?

I have a question. Who are you
and what are you doing here?

I told your friend.
I'm an archivist,

and the Commonwealth
Public Information Act

guarantees me full access

to all diplomatic events.

Well, there are many things
I miss about the Commonwealth,

the Public Information Act
isn't one of them.

Ladies, ladies,
please don't fight.

There's more than enough
Harper for everyone.

I think we can work something
out between the three of us.

Sometimes there's too much
Harper for his own good.

Rommie, Rommie, wait...

Suit yourself.
My sister, she's a little, uh...

God hates me.

Don't take it personally.

Yeah, yeah.

Whoa, easy on that stuff,
Trance, it is for the guests.

I was just...
Oh, I was just kidding,
enjoy yourself.

Dylan,
we're being hailed

by a Nietzchean transport
Sabra-Jaguar Pride.

It's requesting
permission to dock.

Great.

Party crashers.

May I present
Field Marshal Bolivar.
Archduke...

Archduke of the Unified
Sabra-Jaguar Pride

Regent of the twin
moons of Avox and Ivox,
Chancellor of Kingu

I have a few others
but we are among friends.

Call me Charlemagne.
And you would be Dylan, yes?

Captain Hunt.

You'll have to
forgive Andromeda,

she's a stickler for protocol.

You see weren't
on our guest list.

Mm. My aide-de-camp's fault,
no doubt.

I'll make sure
he's properly shot.

Still, I would hate to let
a minor diplomatic faux pas

ruin this once in a lifetime
opportunity.

Which is?

This commonwealth of yours.

Sign me up.

Hm.

Hello, family.

Little Magog eggs.

Just the fourteen of us,
nice and cozy there.

Go away!

All right, pants, pants, pants.

Okay, okay.

Coming.

Uh, Satrina!

I was hoping we could
start our interview.

Uh... N-now?

O-okay.

W-what would you
like to know?

Question one.

Um, I can't believe
I'm doing this, but, uh,

there's something
I gotta tell you.

I'm infested
with Magog larvae.

Yeah, I'm taking medication
to keep them dormant,

but who knows how long
that'll last, for all I know...

That's horrible.

I bet you'd do anything
to get rid of them.

Anything.

I'm so glad you said that.

That's...

one.

Huh.

He is the last guardian

of a fallen civilization,

a hero from another time.

Faced with a universe
in chaos,

Dylan Hunt recruits
an unlikely crew

and sets out
to re-unite the galaxies.

On the starship Andromeda,

hope lives again.

Let's keep this simple.
How did you do that?

You once had possession

of a special
library collection

from the All Systems University.

Give it to me,

and I'll take
all the eggs out of you.

You wouldn't happen to know
a big bounty hunter guy
named Jeger?

Works for this red,
glowing-eyed, shadowy dude,

you know, enemy of life
as we know it.
Shh.

My interview. Remember?

I ask the questions.

Now, do you want
the eggs out, or not?

You'd better go.

Just like that
you're telling me to leave

and let those Magog babies
claw out of your belly?

Cutting you...

eating their way free...
Okay, okay, okay.

Spare me the visuals.

Let me guess, if I don't do,
uh, an errand for old red eyes,

it's die a slow agonizing
death for me, right?

You know for someone so hot,

you're a real charmer.

I'm offering you
a happy ending, Seamus.

I'd take it if I were you.

You want to access
the All Systems
University database?

Don't you remember
what happened the last time
you had that thing?

Trance, give me some credit,
I'm not gonna stick it
in my brain again.

I just wanna take
a little peek at it.

So why do you need my help?

Because I can't remember
where I put it.

I must have made myself
forget somehow,

or maybe I hit my head.

And you can find anything
when you put your mind to it.

I'm sorry, Harper, I can't.

Can't? Or won't?

Why don't we review
the facts here.

A Perseid comes to Andromeda,
downloads a library

including information about
the evil mastermind behind
the Magog into Harper's brain.

Scary bounty hunter Jeger
phases through walls,

fires point singularity bombs
and injects a laser probe
into Harper's skull.

Harper narrowly escapes
with his life. The end

Not a very nice story.

I'm still a little murky
with the whole "can't
versus won't" dichotomy.

Well, take your pick,
whichever one you like.

it still doesn't explain why
you want to take a peek
at this library?

It's a, uh,
going away present.

For someone I'd really like
to go away.

Harper, I really don't know
what you're up to,

but someone has tried
to kill you for this
once before,

what makes you think
they won't try it again?

Don't worry
your pretty purple head,

I've got everything
under control.

Thanks for your help.

All right, think.

Think.

All right, where would
you have put it?

Well, someplace secure,

where no one else would find it.

especially not
glowing-eyes Magog god

and his incredible
wall-walking henchmen.

Wait a minute.

That's it!

I must admit, Captain,

this latest maneuver of yours
is quite clever.

An interim mutual defense pact,

in lieu
of an actual commonwealth.

My wife told me...

you think like a Nietzchean.

Well, Elssbett flatters me.

And so do you.

In that case I'll skip
the usual diplomatic niceties
and get to the point.

There are at least
three good reasons

why you shouldn't let
the Sabra-Jaguar pride
join your new Commonwealth.

We are renowned
for our treachery,

We are at war
with the Drago-Kazov pride,

and we will constantly
remind you of your
genetic inferiority.

Now, here's the up side.

We are renowned
for our treachery,

we are at war
with the Drago-Kazov pride,

and did I mention

we command the third-largest
fleet in the known worlds?

That is a very persuasive offer.

I'm surprised Elssbett
didn't make it herself.

She's pregnant
with our first child.

And before you start
feeling paternal, I checked.

It's mine.

Well, I'm off
to take a massage.

Let me know what you think.
I'm in no hurry.

"I checked, it's mine?"

Man, how hard can it
be to find one little...

In case of emergency,
the ship can be piloted
from the gunnery nodes.

Emergency?

You mean in the event
that the command deck crew

is reduced to a fine red mist

and splattered across the walls
in a bloody mural?

That would qualify, yes.

Fascinating.

And do such emergencies happen
with a degree of frequency,

or are they a rare occurrence?

Not as rare
as I would like.

Hello, Mr. Harper.

Anything I need to know?

Not a thing.

You're the captain. All-seeing,

all-knowing. Goodbye.

Excitable little fellow,
isn't he?

Yes, he is.

And we are walking.

We will be touring
the slip-stream cores next.

Any of you whose physiologies
might have problems

anti-proton production might
want to drop out now.

Mr. Harper?

It's frickin' Grand Central
Space Station around here.

Chief Technical Advisor Hohne,
fancy meeting you here.

I'm so happy
to catch you alone.

I just wanted to convey
the Sinti government's gratitude

for your help
with the singularity
experiments last year.

Yeah, yeah, uh,
thanks for the thumbs-up,
but if you don't mind...

I'm kind of in a hurry.
Of course.

Now I've been led
to understand you've engaged

in many other fascinating
scientific endeavors.

Perhaps if you could
provide us with records
of your activities?

Records!

Records!

Of course!

Hohne, from one genius
to another...

you're frickin' brilliant!

Well, yes. But I still
wanted to, uh...

Perhaps later.

All right.

And away we go.

All right. Let's take a look at

any records made by
Seamus Zelazny Harper,

recorded between 9/13
and 9/15 CY10, 087.

Hey, Harper, how ya doin'?

If you're watching this
prerecorded-prerecorded-
prerecorded... Just kidding.

...devastatingly handsome
holographic message,

it' a good bet that you're
looking for the All Systems
University Library.

Now, if I know me,
and I know me pretty well,
not a bad guy actually,

it probably involves some quest
for wealth, power and babes.

Try curing a Magog infestation.

And only one babe.

But, while I salute
my ingenuity and admire
my determination,

the bottom line is, I don't
trust me any farther than
I can throw me.

So, adios a monos.

Oh, that hurt.

I gotta get this thing
spark proof.

And stay out.

Now I know why people hate me.

I can't thank you
enough for your tour.

I tried to get your AI to give
me one but she was...

uncooperative.

It's part of her job
to be suspicious of people

that ask questions
about our business.

Particularly women?

Really?
You know I hadn't noticed.

Hm.

Can I offer you
something to drink?

Uh, I thought I was the one
playing host, here.

Nothing like turning the tables
on a handsome man,

I always say.
Huh.

Who are you?

And what are you doing
on my ship?

Your AI asked me
the same thing.

Well, we think alike.

I suppose I'd better
tell you the truth.

Truth is good.

The truth is, I've really just
been looking for an excuse.

To get the Andromeda's captain
in a compromising position.

How's this one?

It's, uh...

It's one of my top five
compromising positions.

You know, unfortunately,
I think it's time

that we conclude
our little tour.

Now I, I probably should
have my head examined
for leaving, but...

I am gonna go,
and you can just enjoy
the rest of your stay.

It's nearly time.

Our ships generators are
operating at full capacity.

They can feed you
all the power you'll need.

More than enough, actually.

These are your targets.

Watch them.

Study them.

And when the time comes...

kill them.

That looks exhausting.

I need to rest,
just from watching you.

Charlemagne Bolivar,
I presume.

Kodiak Pride.

Did it ever occur
to your people that
you may have been taking this

whole physical perfection thing
a bit too seriously?

Granted, the Kodiaks
were strong,
healthy, attractive...

and such imaginative
hairstyles,

but in the end,
what good did it do you?

Well, since pride Jaguar
refused to stand with us
against the Drago-Kazov...

none.
Exactly.

Instead of breeding
for such obvious attributes,

your people should have

concentrated on
more important things,

treachery, cunning,
proper table manners.

What would you like, Jaguar?

The usual.
Hundreds of grandchildren,

utter domination of known space,

and the pleasure of hearing
that all my enemies have died

in terrible,
highly improbable accidents

that cannot
be connected to me.

And you?

The usual.

I have several sisters,
you know.

I'm sure at least one of them
might measure up
to Kodiak standards.

And in exchange
for your generous invitation
into your family?

Love, gratitude,
and the warm feeling that comes
with making a new friend.

I will bear your offer in mind.

Good day.

You know I recently heard
the most interesting rumor.

The body...

of Drago-Museveni had
disappeared from Enga's Redoubt,

and the Drago-Kazov have
replaced it with a fake.

Had you heard
anything about that?

I don't follow gossip.
Probably disinformation.

Still, it was so unfair
how they stole those bones

from the Kodiak
in the first place.

I'm sure they'll get
their just rewards in the end.

We all do.

Harper, what are you doing?

Uh, nothing. Just working.

It looks like you're trying
to find the Library.

And what if I am, Trance?

I told you,
it's not a good idea.

Trance,
do me a favor, will ya?

Either tell me
why it's such a bad idea,

help me in such a way
that will satisfy

your mysterious heebie-jeebie
agenda or butt out!

Take your pick.

Anything?

That's what I thought.

Harper! Back so soon.

All right, I know
you're an interactive program,

so why don't you
give me a little hint.

Ah, you're probably trying
to get me to give you a hint.

Sorry, no can do.

To quote someone we both
know and love so much,

"the library is closed."

It's too dangerous.
Uh, muy peligroso.

That's why I erased
all records of it

and substituted this handy
dandy VR simulacrum of moi.

The thing is,

if I really, really,
really need that information,

I have the utmost confidence
in my ability
to find it anyway.

I work well under pressure.

Bite me, me.

One more thing, do not,
under any circumstances,

tell Trance
what you are planning.

Ah, she's probably not
too interested in, uh,

anyone seeing that data again.

Now I tell me.

Oh, dear.
Please don't shoot me.

I see that you've
reverse-rifled your weapon.

Does it give you
better muzzle velocity?

Tell you what,
I'll give you a demonstration,

if you don't tell me what
you're doing on this ship.

Ah, right. Imagine party A
once misplaced item B
in location C.

Now strictly speaking
location C is in motion,

so we should grab it as a line
in a three dimensional array.

Imagine bullet D

leaving weapon E,

and entering the brain
through the chin of Perseid F.

O-oh.
U-uh, G,

for goodbye.

Let me be direct.

Do you recognize this symbol?

You're a librarian?

Please, not so loud.
For three centuries,

the All Systems University
Special Collections Division
has existed in secret,

working throughout the known
worlds to preserve knowledge.

All in preparation for
the commonwealth's restoration.

A secret librarian?

Several months ago,
one of our agents discovered

a quite exciting,
or some would say
incendiary, data archive

during an archaeological dig.

As soon as he contacted me

I instructed him to bring
it to the nearest safe place.

Which just happened
to be your ship.

He gave you
the archive, yes?

What if he did?
It would be quite dangerous
to whomever possessed it.

I on the other hand,
would gladly take it back
to Sinti for safe-keeping.

Oh, you would, would ya?

I don't need the answer now,
I'll check with you later.

Right.

So you're saying
the Castalians won't
budge at all on this?

I could say that talks
with the fish people
are floundering ...

but that would be wrong.

On the other hand,
Scheherezade and
Winnipeg Drifts are salivating

over the new markets
an alliance with Sabra-Jaguar
would open up.

So what do we do?

Well, if I knew that
I wouldn't be pacing
through the corridors.

You know,
I'm beginning to think
your heart isn't in this.

Technically,
my heart is in my chest,

and I'd like to keep it
that way, thank you very much.

You decided to take me up
on my offer.

My employer will be thrilled.

I told him he should have
sent me the first time.

So, you and Jeger
do work for the same team.

There are several teams.

You could say
Jeger's group is the stick.

Uh, which makes you the...

The carrot.

Trot faster, little horsey.

Phew, okay.

Back to work, Harper.

All right, Satrina.

What is your little secret?

Transmitter.

Power receiver.

Uh, field generator.

Man, she's got nice toys.

But how do they work?

Phase density shifting?
Why do you want to
know about that?

Oh, it's just for a, uh...

project I'm working on
with Hohne

and the other
chin-head Perseids.

You remember that
bounty hunter Jeger guy?

We're trying to figure out
how he walked through walls.

Well, I suppose he could
have altered his density...

No, his molecules
would have lost cohesion.

More likely
he employed tesseracts.

Tesseracts? Right.
Mm-hm.

Uh, refresh my memory,
oh benevolent mistress
of knowledge.

Tesseract. An area of space
warped across
multiple dimensions.

A person who could create
and navigate tesseracts

would be like...

a three dimensional being
interacting with
the second dimension.

They'd still have
to worry about gravity,

but they could move
through solid matter,

transit vast distances,

even turn space inside out.

The power requirements would
be staggering but the possi...

Right, tesseracts.

Thanks for loaning me
your quantum gigachips.

Uh, ambassador?

Have fun diplomacizing.
Oh, joy.

But how to record
a signature is...

Harper, you're still looking for
that you-know-what aren't you?

Even after I told you not to?

Trance.
You wanna be my friend?

Stay out of my business
and I'll stay out of yours.

Fine. But you're making
a big mistake.

Ah!

A sun!

I hid it in a sun?

How the hell did I do that?

Anyway, I'll be back
before you miss me.

Course, who knows
how long that would be?

Besides, uh, I gotta
rustle up a load of parts
and with me gone,

there's a much lower risk
of a major diplomatic incident.

Harper out.

Transmit message.

Harper,
what are you doing?

If people don't stop
creeping up on me...

I'm turning around
and bringing you back
to the Andromeda.

Oh, that's a great idea,
'cause then I can talk to Dylan

about all the strange things
I've been seeing you do.

I told myself
to watch out for you.

I wish I'd listened.

You know, since we've got
a little bit of time here

we might as well
find a good way to spend it.

I know. I've got
this really great game.

It's called "Harper tells
Trance everything,

so she can save
his miserable life."
Would you like to play?

I hate you.

You're just saying that.

I've been having difficulty
tracking Satrina's movements.

I can follow her
for a little while
and then she just

drops off the radar.

Shall I ask her to leave?

Ah no, not yet.

Just keep her
under observation
as best you can.

What's happening
on the Harper-Trance front?

Still not back
from their little excursion.

Though they're definitely
up to something.

Harper's tinkering
is on overtime,

and he asked me
some odd questions

about walking through walls.

That can't be coincidence.

And Rev keeps asking me
when I'm going to start
signing on extra crew,

it's hard enough keeping track
of the people we've already got

and they're not nearly as
tricky as our potential allies.

Charlemagne Bolivar?

Suddenly I'm reminded of my...

Ancient History classes
at the Academy.

The Second World War. Earth.

Churchill's alliance
with Stalin?

Even though Stalin
had butchered
millions of his own people,

the British allied themselves
with him to defeat
a greater threat.

Yeah.

But the really
unfortunate thing is...

it worked.

You gotta admit.

Encoding data
in the standing wave of a sun
was freaking brilliant of me.

A stroke of genius
one might say.

You may not remember,
but there was a reason

why you hid it there
in the first place,

to keep it from people
like this Satrina.

Trance, you don't really think
I'm gonna give her
what she wants, do you?

C'mon, mama Harper's baby boy
does not roll over for anybody.

Well, maybe I would roll over
for her, but I'm not gonna
give her what she wants.

She is not going to extract
those Magog eggs out of
the kindness of her own heart.

Please, please.

Magog eggs. Heart.
Don't say those two words
in the same sentence.

So, anyway,
along with the Library,

I'm gonna give Satrina
the gift that keeps on giving.

A Trojan Horse.

A computer virus.

It'll record the files
that she's accessing
and beam that back to me,

so we can find out what
she's really looking for.

That is, just before
it opens up and unloads
little soldier programs

that'll erase all the data
and crash her
entire system completely.

Won't that make her
really angry?

I freakin' hope so.

She is hot when she's mad.

Help yourself
to anything you like.

I never thought I'd say this,
but I like your style,
Charlemagne Bolivar.

Oh, good.

We have that in common.

You know what I like
most about you?

How you waltzed into these
negotiations knowing that
your hand was so strong

you could just play
all of your cards face up.

I find
it avoids misunderstanding.

I show you mine,
you show me yours.

That's a good strategy.

But you're forgetting
one thing.

Not everyone on this ship
is as good-natured as Dylan.

If you were to
double cross us,

Dylan might not
take it personally,

but others would,

and that could be
very bad for you.

Very bad.

Beka Valentine,

I like your style.

Good.

We have that in common.

They're cute
when they're little.

Wait a minute,
that's only six of them.

You can count.
I like that in a man.

Now. The data.

Aren't you gonna
take out the last six?

Data first.

That wasn't our deal.

No. It wasn't.

Now take out the rest of them.

Sorry. I have to go.

Maybe another time.

I knew you would
stab me in the back.

No, Harper,

I pretty much stabbed you
right in the front.

Come back here!

Or not. Yes!

Seven down,
only six more to go.

Hook, line and sinker, baby.

Hook, line and sinker.

Massacre recordings?

Data from the Library,
you did it.

You really did it.
You gave her the Library!

Relax Trance.

My Trojan Horse,
codename Seabiscuit,
is on the job.

The data's being sent back
to us on a closed loop.
Nobody but us can see it.

Meanwhile, the full archive
is right here,
quantum encrypted.

Nice, huh?

Harper?

How much do you remember
from the last time that
stuff was in your brain?

This isn't about Satrina,
is it?

You wanna know
if there are things
in that Library

about mysterious purple
babes with pointy tails?

I don't have a tail.
Not anymore.

Harper, please.

If there is anything
in that Library about me,

I have to know it.

I'll tell you
what I remember.

I remember this temple

with gold etchings, statues,

silk wall hangings even.

And all of this

on a backwater world
that I don't think
even exists anymore.

Or, maybe the world does exist,

but I don't think
the civilization
exists anymore.

Anyway, the point is,

there were all these people

worshiping a naked
purple goddess,

and you might say
they were a little entranced.

That could mean anything.

Maybe they like purple.

Or, maybe,

your memory is even hazier
than you thought.

Yeah, but,

that doesn't explain
why you reacted the way you did

when I sang
one of their hymns.

Remember this little ditty?

Shh!

Harper. You are my best friend.

And because you are my friend

I really need you
to listen to me.

Do not...

look...

at the archive.

You know, Trance,
I liked it better when
I thought you were harmless.

Yeah. Me too.

Oh, crap.

Seabiscuit has just turned
into horse meat.
Trance, can you...

Man, that is so irritating.

Three, two, one.

Hello, Satrina,
or should I say succubus babe?

Want a beer?

You lied. To me.
The archive erased itself.

Well, you know, not only
am I the President
of the Liars Club for Men,

I'm also a member.

But you would know that,

because you're the chair
of the Ladies Auxiliary.

And I use
the term "lady" loosely.

Go ahead, joke.

But it's not gonna be fun
for very long.

Oh, and a tummy infested
with Magog is so much fun.

Now, listen to me.

You're are gonna take out
those flesh-eating monsters
out of my gut,

and then, I'll give you
a clean copy of the archive.

And if you don't like it,
you can stick it
up your data port.

If it were up to me
I would have taken those
out of you a long time ago.

The truth is,

this was all a test.

My employer's taken
an interest in you.

Your employer?
Mr. Tall, Dark and Scary,
the living lava-lamp?

He was impressed
how you handled
the Library the first time.

And he's even more impressed
with how you managed
to get it back

and protect yourself from me.

He wants you
to meet him, personally.

Oh, yeah?
Well, do I wanna meet him?

If you do all the larvae
will be removed like
they were a bad dream.

Take the offer, Harper.

Think about it if you have to,
but don't think too long.

What's happening to me?

You know? It is amazing
the stuff you find
in libraries these days.

Theoretical papers
on dimensional rotation,

phase shifting,
a truly fantastic beer recipe.

You see, you may think
you can just pop in and out
of here like the Cheshire Cat,

but I don't think
you understand
the gravity of my situation.

In fact, you don't understand
the gravity of your situation.

You see, I wonder
what would happen

if I set up
an interference pattern

in the gravity generators,
underneath your feet?

Looks painful.

Tell you what.
Why don't you let Doctor Harper
make it all better.

Portable tesseract generator.

One size fits all.

Okay,

here goes.

Right, so far so good.

Okay, my little Magog buddies,

all good things
must come to an end,

and unfortunately
for the bad things,
it's pretty much the same deal.

Son of a bitch!

All right, don't panic.

The tesseract, it works.

Just need a little practice,
that's all.

Idiot, you should have taken
the deal.

This is Satrina, it's time.

Knock them off balance.

Then, find your targets.

Intruder alert!

Intruder alert!

Code red!

Intruder alert!

Ambassador Tazik.

Rommie, report.

Dylan, his heart is missing.

As if whoever killed him
took it for a trophy.

Or to send us a message.
What are we up against?

Four intruders.

I opened fire,
but my effectors passed

straight through their bodies,
then they disappeared.

It's Jeger
all over again.

Rommie, warn the delegates.

Beka, let's locate
our uninvited guests.

Make them disappear for good.

I must tell you how impressed
I am with the manner

in which you shifted
all of the particles
of your body

through the fourth dimension
and passed through
that bulkhead.

A most intriguing application
of Alice String rotation.

Though, even I have
to admit, my skepticism

that anyone would ever
be able to reproduce
the effect on such a small scale

with such a fine degree
of control .

Uh, uh, ooh, uh...

A sword. A trifle passe,
don't you think?

Nice trick. Although I can't
imagine you'd keep
that up forever.

Of course neither can I.

Sooner or later one of us
is going to run out of power,

lets see who's first.

Seamus, back already?

I see you made
yourself comfortable.

Hmm, let me guess?

You tried to get the eggs out
yourself and couldn't.

It won't work, Harper.

You have to shift
your whole body,
not just part of it.

Besides, you've got
more immediate problems.

Such as?

Such as your friends
being under attack

by an army of beings
who can phase
through solid matter.

Your, uh, four technicolor
yahoo's with the bad attitude?

You've seen them.
Yeah, I've seen them,

but they haven't seen me.
And they're not gonna.

I may not have figured out how
to take the eggs out yet,

but I have thought of
all kinds of interesting things
I can do with this rig.

I'll give you a demonstration.

Uh, I'll take
your four pals off the ship

No, no, no, even better.
I'll kick them
out of the universe.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Knowing you can
make a difference,

that you can
set things right.

Don't you see Harper?
That's what we do.

We set things right.

Come with me.

I'll call off the Four.

And you'll have
everything you want.

Health. Power.

Even love.

What is that sound?

You can hear him, can't you?

Whispering in the darkness.

He's speaking to you.

And all you have to do
is answer him.

I hear him.

It's like music.

I have to go.

It's so beautiful.

All that power.

The power to change things.

The power to set things right.

The power to kill.

No. No!

No, I won't let you.

I won't let you do this to me!

'Cause I have the power,

the power to kill your power!

I can do that.
I can, I can...

I can find their ship.
I can get their power.

Your ship, the one
beaming power to your toys.

It's attached
to the Andromeda, isn't it?

Shifted,
so we can't detect it.

You're the one-eyed man
in the land of the blind.

You tell me.

All right, come on.
I got a feeling your ship's
gonna insist I be chaperoned.

What?

You can't take me with you,
that's impossible.

Lets see.

Your weapon is empty.

Damn. You win.

Well. Time to collect
your prize.

Your timing is improbable.

You're welcome.

You really tricked
this baby out, huh?

Well, guess what?
I got a few tricks of my own,
and you're not gonna like 'em.

Harper, it's not too late.

Give him what he wants, or run.

You can't fight him.
Uh-huh.

And I thought
we shared this connection,
this unspoken thing.

Harper, listen to me.
Forget it!

I'm done listening to you.

Did you really think I'd play
your stupid little games? Huh?

Tempt me, scare me...

kiss me, snare me?

Give me a few
convenient targets

to try a little God-like power
on and boom!

All of a sudden
I'm Seamus Harper,

foot soldier of the Apocalypse?

Well, not me honey.

I'm nobody's pawn.

I don't even like chess.

That would be Trojan Horse
2.0.

The son of Seabiscuit,
setting your power supply
to overload.

You'd better hang on,
the feedback's
gonna be a bitch.

Something's
disrupting them,
they can't phase in or out!

Good.

It figures.

I finally meet a girl
who says she wants me,

and she's a dimension-shifting
hell-spawn
from the outer darkness.

It's not your biggest problem
really, but...

you made your choice.

Yeah, I guess I did.

Question is,
what do I do with you?

That's an excellent question.

No, wait, you can't... I...

She's gone.

I thought you said
they can't phase in or out?

They cheated.

For you.

The Library?

Keep it, destroy it, give it
to Hohne for all I care,

just get it away from me.

You okay?

I was tempted, Trance.

I was tempted by Satrina.

She offered to introduce
me to old red-eyes.

They gave me power,

he was gonna
take out my larvae?

I wanted it so bad,

I was willing to do anything.

Almost anything.

I almost even betrayed
you guys, my friends.

But you didn't though,
in the end you stayed loyal.

Yeah, but not by much.

I've been waiting for someone
to come along
and solve my problems.

Rommie, Rev, Satrina. You.

It's time I started
helping myself.

One way or another,
I am gonna figure out
how to get these eggs out.

Sounds complicated.

When do we start?

That's a lovely death warrant.

For both of us.
Maybe.

But it might
be our only life preserver
in a sea of troubles.

The Magog, the Drago-Kazov,
and whoever the hell
just tried to kill us.

And so we take arms
against them, is that it?

And by opposing...
We end them.

And after were done, then what?

Complete dominion
of the known worlds?

Well, then...

then we'll talk.