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Tyr!

It's a coat of arms.
The distress call said pirates,
these guys aren't pirates.

So who are we fighting?

Warning.
Reactor overload.
Critical function.

Andromeda, how long before
the ship breaks apart?

Detecting
hull breeches on decks
four and five.

Based on current
crack propagation,
I estimate 8.25 minutes.

We still have time
to find the crew.
Hold on, that was an estimate.

We leave and there
are survivors, they'll die.

If this explodes and we're
still on it, We'll die.

Beka, get the ship ready,
we'll be back in seven minutes.

Just hurry,
I hate it when my men are late.

Warning.
Reactor overload.
Critical function.

Clear?

Tell them that!

This is Captain Dylan
Hunt of the Andromeda Ascend--.

Apparently they've heard of you.
Hold you fire!

We're here to help.

It appears we're a little late.

Get away from us.
Put it down, we're here to help.

I'm Captain Dylan Hunt.
I'm Tyr Anasazi.

Dylan Hunt?

Erik, drop the gun.

Father, no. We can't trust them.

Do as I say!

This fellow's alive.
Apparently the rest
weren't so lucky.

Tell me.

You've lost a lot of blood.

For my son.

Dylan Hunt, Tyr Anasazi, I've...

I appoint you
co-regents to my son.

Advise him well.

Long live--

Father!

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.

We tried to outrun them,

but someone sabotaged
our slipstream drive.

Everyone I knew
was on that ship.

My father, my brothers
and sisters, our servants.

Everyone.

And this would be?

Yanos.

My family's retainer, my friend.

You've got to save him.
We'll do the best we can.

On the subject of saving,

who were your attackers?

They were
shock troops of the house
of Constantijn.

Your distress call said pirates.

Constantijn is a pirate.
A traitor!

He and the five barons
butchered millions of our
people during their revolt.

And now they have
murdered my family.

And Yanos is all I have left.

After the fall,
Ne'Holland was one of the first
planets invaded by the Magog.

They overwhelmed the planet,
then marched on.

After thy left, Ne'Holland
experienced almost a century
of anarchy and civil war.

Until Vincent the first--

My great, great,
great grandfather.

Declared himself King,
conquered his rivals
and united the planet.

My family has ruled
Ne'Holland for over
two hundred years.

We made our world
stable and prosperous.

Which is no doubt why House
Constantijn wants you dead.

What triggered the revolt?

Archduke Constantijn
and the five barons own
the land on Ne'Holland,

they decided that entitled
them to rule, not the King.

And a civil war broke out.

They caught us by surprise.

The royal guard
tried to fight, but...

they were slaughtered.
Millions of people were killed.

When the capital fell,
my father tried to evacuate
our family, but...

My father spent many years
preparing my older brothers
for the throne.

I'm the third son, no one
ever thought I'd--

Become King?

This wasn't supposed to happen.

According to their law, the
prince can't officially rule
on his own.

Back on Ne'Holland.

And until then he
needs a co-regent.

Two, to be precise.

According to Ne'Holland law,
being's Erik's coregents would
make us his equals.

This means one vote
a piece when it comest
o major decisions,

and one bullet a piece
when the assassins arrive.

True, but there are other
things to consider.

And they are?

There's a reason Ne'Holland's
one of the first worlds
attacked by the Magog,

they're located on a major
slipstream nexus.

Right along the Magog's
main invasion route.

And where the Magog world
ship will eventually appear.

Win Ne'Holland, and we'll have
a strong point we can use
to blunt the Magog invasion.

If the coregent approves.

Long live King Erik.

I'm honored that you've
decided to be my coregents.

And I promise that together,
we will restore justice to the
people of Ne'Holland.

Not even crowned and
he's making speeches.

Erik, we have practical matter
to address before we start
restoring justice to anyone.

Matters like the combined forces
of Constantijn and the five
barons you've talking about.

The armies are of
no consequence.

Our King was murdered, the
people will demand vengeance.

Justice and revenge,
those aren't really the
same thing are they?

Captain, I'm detecting a ship
emerging from slipstream. It's
from Ne'Holland and its hailing.

No doubt they're here to pay
their respects to your highness.

Either way it looks like we
have our our order of business.

Very well.

Then we shall address them
and make our will known.

Erik?

This way.

Lieutenant Theodore Tjoe,
commanding Alliance War,

Defence cutter of the
Ne'Hollandar Noble
Protectorate.

Nobel Protectorate?

The Nobel Protectorate
is the legitimate government
of the Ne'Hollandar system--

That's a lie! You're rebels!
Nothing but--

Your Highness!

Let the man talk.

But he--
I concur, motion carries.

Lieutenant, you were saying?

I'm here under orders from the
Protectorate to collect any
survivors of the Royal Family.

Prince Erik is
the only survivor,

and he doesn't
need any collecting.

It's not a request.

Prince Erik, you have been
tried in absentia and,

and have been found
guilty for crimes against
the Ne'Hollandar people

You are under arrest.

Corruption, torture, genocide.

Serious charges.

If they're true, the late
King Florin was no saint.

Hmm. Which would reflect
badly on Erik. Making it
difficult put him in power.

Assuming that
was still our goal.

The charges might
be exaggerated,

but according to the
databases that I extracted
from the freighter,

King Florin didn't exactly
tolerate dissent.

He imprisoned political
rivals and wasn't above
the occasional execution.

I haven't a thing against
tyrants, per se,
but tyrants who lose?

You were looking for an ally,
and its being to seem as though
you've found a liability.

From all the reports,
the Nobles are worse.

Wholesale destruction of the
countryside, forces conscription
of commoners.

biological attacks on cities
loyal to the King.

Just once I'd like to not
have to choose between
the lesser of two evils.

Then perhaps we should
choose the greater evil.
The Barons are organized.

They have the upper hand
militarily.

Backing them would be
our best chance to slow
the Magog World Ship.

We'd have a much harder time
influencing them than Erik.

As Erik's coregents, you and
I can help him become a better
ruler than his father was.

Assuming he'll listen.

Dylan, I'm receiving a hail
from the cutter. They seem
pretty insistent.

Do they?

Well that's completely
unacceptable! Prince Erik is
an indicated criminal,

and we demand
his immediate return.

Your request is
completely unacceptable,
and I've rejected it.

Then we,
we will be forced...

to fire...

Lieutenant, a bit of advice.

You're on a cutter,
I'm on a heavy cruiser.

If you insist on pushing this,
I could fire a warning shot
across your bow.

But frankly,

the missile plume
alone would probably
rip you to pieces.

So, it isn't all that bright
for you to be making threats.

Point taken.

I'll have to confer
with my superiors.

Yes, you do that.

You enjoyed that didn't you?

Yes.

You were out of position.

Again.

This is a waste of time.

You're supposed to be
teaching me how to be
a king, not a foot soldier.

Martial arts, politics, war,
they're all just ways of bending
the universe to your will.

All conflicts abide
by the same rules.

Sun-su, Makiavelli, Heados
of Thonia, read them,
you'll be prepared for anything.

Now, attack.

Is that what you did when they
came for your father, boy?
Cry?

I said attack.

Come on!

Tell me something else.

When they killed
your mother and sisters,

did they take them first?

Well done, my Prince.

You relaxed.

Never relent.

Always finish your enemy
or he will finish you.

I'll kill them, you know.

The Nobles.

Whether or not they took
my sisters,

I'll kill them
for what they did.

Remember that anger

Harness it.

Do not let it harness you.

You ought to be a king.

You haven't the time
for petty personal indulgence
like vengeance.

That's easy for you to say,
you didn't watch your family
get murdered.

Young Erik, we have
more in common then you know.

Come.

Watch, learn.

Cut!

Cut. Disarm.

Cut!

Throw!

Remember.

Once the Andromeda is
in position,

we launch a quick strike against
the nobles, destroy their strong
points and seize power.

So...

what do you think?

I think it's ambitious.

You don't approve.

Erik, you told me yourself,
your planet lost millions
of people in its last civil war.

We can't just leave the Nobel's.
There are other ways to change
the balance of power than war.

There's diplomacy,
there's economics,
public opinion--

We don't have time.

We need to be swift, decisive.

Tyr said--

I doubt very much Tyr told you
to rush into battle unless you
absolutely knew you could win.

You're my coregents,
you're supposed to help me.

And we will.

But I won't help you commit
suicide or seize a throne you
have no chance of holding.

You don't know them like I do.
The Barons are ruthless.

You're afraid of them.

Good.

They're dangerous and
if you weren't afraid of
them, you'd be a fool.

What if I can't do this?

My brothers were groomed
for the throne he moment
they were born.

How am I supposed to
learn everything I need
to know in a few weeks?

Erik, the only way to really
learn about leadership,

is to...

lead.

I don't even know
where to start.

Well, that part is easy.

Find out what the
people really need,

then look for the safest
and best way to get it for them.

From there...

everything else follows.

From there,

everything else follows.

It's alright, it's alright!
The shock troops?

They're gone, they're gone.
You're safe.

You are aboard
the Andromeda Ascendant.

We rescued you.

The King, where, where's--

I'm afraid he didn't make it.

Did anyone survive
anyone at all?

Only Prince Erik, we were
too late to save the others,
I am very sorry.

I have to speak to the Prince.
You're not ready to leave yet.

You don't understand,
Nobles have taken my wife
and daughter hostage, my family.

And now only the Prince
can save them, please,
you must let me speak to him.

Prince Erik?

Yanos!

Oh, God!

Thank God you're better.

What are you doing?
What are you? Help!

Security alert,
Observation Deck.

I never wanted
it to come to this.

But your father wouldn't sign
the Grand Compromise,
he refused to share power.

You sabotaged
our slipstream drive.

Were you really so blind?

My father trusted you.

Your father was a monster,
and if I don't stop you,
you'll end up just like him.

Erik don't!

He's more useful to us alive.

Is he.

One vote each way.

So I guess it's
up to me to decide.

Erik No!

You killed him.

I keep telling myself
it was self defense.

In my experience,
that's seldom consolation.

He was like family.

Dylan...

I can see his face,
his eyes.

They were alive, starring at me.

And then they just...

went blank.

It's not like in
the stories is it?

Taking a man's life.

My brothers wouldn't
have thought twice about it.

They were trained
to be soldiers, generals.

But no one ever trained me.

Maybe that's a blessing.

Your father didn't shape
you in his mold.

That means you're free
to become a different
kind of king.

My father was beloved
by our people.

Which people is that?

The ones who died
because of him?

Or the ones who killed him?

Approaching
Ne'Holland slipstream nexus.

I command all Royal forces
on Ne'Holland to cease fire.

I ask that the Nobels order
their troops to do that same.

Our late monarch,

my father,

was not perfect.

But as your new rightful King,

I do not intend to make
the same mistakes that he did.

United, we are a great world.

Divided, we shall fall.

So, let us now work
together to restore peace
and unity of Ne'Holland.

For our people,
our planet and our future.

Message sent,
nicely done your highness.
I had a good speech writer.

I agree.

It should serve you well
in the court of popular opinion.

Yes, we are looking
for a peaceful solution.

And who knows,
we may just find one.

Captain, we're being hailed.
It's Archduke Constantijn.

The man who murdered my family.

Mask your anger, Erik.

I agree.
But, remember your
responsibilities to your people.

Put him through.

I really enjoyed you
speech your highness.

Especially the part where
you order the royal forces
to ceasefire.

Are there any left?

Enough.

However in the interest of
peace,

I've decided to offer you
and the five Barons

a formal pardon
for all your crimes.

Oh, thank you.

Archduke Constantijn,
this is an olive branch to show
our willingness to negotiate.

Well, we're all anxious
to find a peaceful solution
to our situation.

So I have a counter proposal.

If young Erik will endorse
the new, legitimate government,
then we will pardon him.

That is, providing of course
he agrees to leave Ne'Holland
and never return, ever.

Exile?

The charges against him
are quite serious and exile
is far preferable to death.

Do we have a deal?
I'll never endorse you!
You traitor!

You think you frighten me boy?
Your anger is a pale imitation
of your father.

Don't push me Constantijn,
I'm aboard the most powerful
warship in the known worlds.

I can destroy you with a word.
Alright, that's enough...

Both of you.

All we want is what's best
for the people of Ne'Holland,
we don't want a war.

Nor do we.

Especially now when we have
civilian observers stationed

aboard each of
our defense cutters

and troops are garrisoned
in school and hospitals
all over Ne'Holland.

Under these circumstances we're
fighting to break out, Captain.
Sure you can see the problem.

Using people as human
shields, Constantijn?

Not exactly noble.

Well, I'm not the one riding
on the most powerful warship
in the known worlds.

Am I?

The child is an utter fool,
of course

But he does cut quite
the romantic figure.

The exiled Prince,
the rightful King, and so forth.

We both know that
the people will support him
in his bid for the throne.

I have no doubt that he could
take the throne, but how long
would he hold it?

A month, two at best.

And then, even if I were
eliminated, the other Nobles
would eat him alive.

So you see my dilemma.

On one hand, I have
the boy under my control.

On the other...

human shields.

A lovely tactical stroke
I might say,

ruthless.

I'm glad you approve.

But somehow I suspect you
didn't contact me just to
compliment me on my strategies.

On the contrary. That was
the soul purpose of my call.

Then you wouldn't
be interested in an offer
of friendship...

from the Protectorate?

Well, that would depend
upon the offer.

Rest assured,

I will give you anything it
is in my power to give in
exchange for one simple gift.

It's a small thing.

About the size
of a ripe calomelon.

Prince Erik's head?

Served in the traditional
manner, of course.

On a platter.

All I require is you agreement
and you never need worry
about Constantijn again.

I don't know Tyr.

It's a big decision.

One you were fully prepared
to make a few days ago.

But you said that
I was being rash.

And Dylan keeps talking
about a peaceful solution.

Dylan...

is an idealist.

You and I both know
there will be no peace
on your world so long as

Constantijn and the
five Barons are alive.

To strike too soon
would have been rash.

To pass up a genuine
opportunity, that's suicide.

If you're so confident about
your plan, then we should
tell it to Dylan.

Out of the question.
Dylan must not know.

The rules governing
the regency are clear.

If we both agree, we can
out-vote him no matter
what he thinks.

Do you really believe
that he'll let the two
of us dictate his actions?

Son, the Andromeda
is Dylan's ship. He'll do
with it what he will.

And I guarantee that he
will not be an accomplice

to the execution of
Constantijn and his allies.

My Prince, if you rely on people
to play by the rules, your reign
will be sad, violent and short.

Now what will it be?

A false peace with the
murderers of your family,

one that will expire the moment
Dylan leaves Ne'Holland,

or an unassailable throne?

Do it.

Kill them.
Spoken like King.

Tyr, Erik, report to
Command. Code black.

It's our entire defense fleet.

Rommie, how long would it
take you to destroy that fleet?

Six point two seconds.

That long?

We are being hailed
by the flag ship, someone
named Admiral Alexander.

Another traitor.
Commanded my father's
military during the war.

At the very end, while
we were evacuating,
he went over to the Nobels.

On screen.

Admiral Alexander, commander
in chief of the Ne'Holland
defence forces.

Captain Dylan Hunt
of the Andromeda Ascendant.

Captain, I have strict
orders not to allow
you to pass.

Whose orders?

Your Highness,
it's good to see you,
I was worried for you.

Not enough to stand by my side.

Prince Erik, your father
and I were like brothers,

but all this fighting is...

its destroying your people.
And now that it's over,
it has to stay that way.

You've been a loyal subject
Admiral, and I appreciate
your concerns.

In that case, I must
admit, I am worried
for your highness' safety,

among these strangers.

Perhaps your highness
would care to join us on
my flag ship.

I'm not among strangers,
Admiral.

These are my coregents,

and the Andromeda
is now my flagship.

Since you choose to remain
there, may I offer send over
to see to your security?

Perhaps, I will confer
with my coregents.

Com link suspended.

You handled that well.

You listened, what did you hear?

His invitation was
a trap, he's working for
Constantijn now.

But he's tired.

All he really wants is peace.

Do we let him send
over his guards?
No, no...

We, we'll invite him over to
address his concerns
about your safety.

But if Dylan can actually
persuade Alexander
to switch sides,

we'll have the fleet
and the Andromeda.

The Nobles will have
no choice but to surrender...

peacefully.

Erik...

Alexander has no intention
of switching sides.

He only agreed to meet
with Dylan to see if there
was a way to get to you.

We stick with
our original plan,

unless you're
getting cold feet.

You keep telling me not
to trust people, why should
I trust you?

You shouldn't.

If you were smart you'd
be formulating our own
backup plan.

One that would work whether
you follow Dylan's advice, mine
or strike out on your own.

All the while making us
both believe that you trust
us without question.

So...

do you trust me?

The Nobles are
heavily guarded.

How do you plan on
getting close to them?

Ah, you see there again
you are disrupting the illusion
that you have faith in me,

which at this point--

This is my life on the line,
now I asked you a question!

A question with an answer
rather not hear.

Coregent, if I'm to be King I
need to be kept informed of
what to get me on the throne.

How did you get the
Nobles to trust you?

By offering them you.

I must say, I do find your
proposal intriguing.

So, you'll keep it in mind?

You have my word on it.
Thank you, sir.

So, how many can
she fire again?

Forty missile launchers,
each firing eight rounds
per second.

Nineteen thousand, two-hundred
rounds per minute.

At forty mega ton payloads?

Well, give or take.

A glorious heritage class
cruiser, like the Andromeda,

could completely depopulate
a world like Ne'Holland in
under two minutes.

More tea?

Prince Erik?
Dylan would like to see you.

About what?

Are you alright?

Ah, I'm fine.

I have to choice between
running for the rest of my life
and starting a war.

And the principle goal
of my two advisors seems to be
making deals behind my back

and manipulating the
situation to their advantage.

Everything's great.

Dylan isn't trying to take
advantage of you.
And Tyr?

Tyr, Tyr tries to take
advantage of everyone,
it's his nature.

I'm seventeen years old.

I should be studying
with my tutors,

finding love,

not deciding the fate
of my world.

Dylan wanted to tell
you this himself but...

He, Constantijn and
Alexander were able
to reach an agreement.

If you all agree to enter
into formal negotiations
to share power with the Nobles,

they'll agree to a cease
fire and to your coronation.

The war is over your highness,
you're going home.

Where will the Nobles be?

Below the throne
and to the right.

Arch Duke Constantijn
will crown you of course,

and Admiral Alexander
has provided royal guards
to line your procession route.

At my father's coronation,
thousand of people lined his
route to throw rose petals.

Well this time, let's hope
nobody throws any grenades.

Your coronation will be
broadcast by holocam, your
world will be watching.

Everything seems
to be in order.

Let's go back and
run through this again.

Have we a deal?

How will you get my snipers
past the royal guards?

I've left breaks in
our security perimeters.

Here, here and here.

It's unfortunate
it's come to this.

Tragic.

You may not believe me,

but the Barons and I never
wished to make war against
our king.

But someone had to stand
up for the people.

And rule them.
Well the people can't rule
themselves, this is true.

But neither should any king,

at least not without
the aristocracy.

You have chosen the right side.

I've chosen the winning side.

Then we have a deal.

After Erik is dead, my snipers
will kill your Captain Hunt.

The Andromeda Ascendant
will be yours.

Your Majesty.

All is in readiness.

I don't understand why you
haven't already killed them.

Attack without provocation
and the people will think you
are a despot murders his foes.

Allow them to attack
you, and you remain
a blameless innocent.

The people will love you,
even as your foes breathe
their last.

Yes?

Tyr.

So how are you feeling?

Dylan...

Dylan? The guests are ready.

- All of them?
- VIPs included.

My remote sentries
are detecting security
breeches in the perimeter.

What's happening?

Something you wanted to tell me?

I...

I just wanted to thank you.

You're welcome.

Rommie.

Attention!

Announcing his royal highness,
Erik Rolandis Hegador, son of
his royal majesty King Florin.

Prince of the grand
system of Ne'Holland.

Not until he steps out of his
tent, I want this on camera.
I want the entire world to see.

We have to go.
I think its best if we just
wait here for a while.

For what?

Stay back!

Hold your zone, hole your zone.

What is that?
I hope you don't mind.

I took the liberty of inviting
a couple of extra guests.

Ready.

Fire! Open fire now!

Loose weapons.
Secure the perimeter.

Loose weapons, aye.

You're killing them!
You're just like Tyr.

No, I'm better.

Tyr, we had a deal.
Did we?

Kill him!

You said you were on our side.

I said the winning side.

Perimeter's secure Captain.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

What did you do?

The same thing everybody
else seems to be doing around
here, just making plans.

Looks like mine worked.

All of this,

for me.

This is what it costs,
the game of Kings.

You pay with blood.

I had no idea what
I was getting myself into,

but you did.

You've played this game before.

Did you learn anything?

Tyr taught me to be ruthless
that was the Nobel's way.

He taught me to try for peace,
diplomacy,

and to be ruthless
only as a last resort.

I've see enough.

I'm ready

Good.

Do I am my father's son,
I am not my father.

Where he fought,
I will find common ground.

Where he commanded,
I will listen.

And where he seized all
the power he could bare,
I will share it.

A government elected
by the people, and for
the people.

Because I am only
one man, and you,

you are Ne'Holland.

Long live the people!

Long live the King!
Long live the King!

Long live the King!
Long live the King!

A democracy? How quaint.

Yes Tyr, I know,
you would have preferred
Erik as a dictator.

No sir, I should have
very much liked our
young Erik to survive.

Your way I give him a month.

You've won for now,
but in the long run
my good captain

I must believe you've
placed the wrong bet.

I didn't bet on Erik,

I bet on them.

The people.

A vote for everyone,
including the soldiers,
especially the soldiers.

Each of whom will be granted an
equal share of the Nobles land
when they put down their arms.

Isn't it a lucky thing for
you then that Constantijn

and the Baron's land
has suddenly become available
to prop up your new government.

Yes, lucky for me.

Tyr, those people
you told Erik to study,

Sun-su, Heados of Thonia,
Makiavelli, I've read them too.

Well, Captain Hunt,
I didn't know you could be so...

Literate.

Long live the King!