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Target one eliminated.

Switching fire control
to target two.

Can you identify the source
of the distress call?

It is an Enduring Victory
class armored transport.

Nietzschean design,
Sabra-Jaguar. Pride markings.

One of the Nietzschean ships
has turned to fire on us.

Big mistake.

Tyr, fire.

Firing.

Targets two and three
eliminated.

Fire control locked
on to transport.

Tyr, we are allied with
the Sabra-Jaguar Pride.

Theoretically.

Well, theoretically,
hold your fire.

Sir.

For now.

Transport is hailing us.

On screen.

Hello, Dylan.

Thrilling entrance, as always.

Elssbett.

Uh, what are you doing here?

Just extending an invitation.

I'm sure you could have
found an easier way.

So,

so what is this?
Another wedding?

A different kind of party.

Pride Sabra-Jaguar is going
to war with the Drago-Kasov,

and you're the guest
of honor.

According to
our agents on Enga's Redoubt,

the Dragons are refitting
hundreds

of their old
decommissioned warships

and when they're
through,

they will have doubled the size
of their fleet.

Their first target will be the
Jaguar homeworld.

You know, that's funny.

I have agents, too,
and according to them,

you're building a major new
war fleet of your own.

Unfortunately,
ours won't be
ready for months.

Theirs launches
in a week.

Well, if that's the case,

shouldn't you be at home
taking care of your new son?

I forgot how tall you are.

Charlemagne is a wonderful
lover, but his stature

does leave something
to be desired.

Much like the current size
of our fleet.

Luckily we have you

to make up for
our unfortunate
deficiencies.

Is that so?

This is a copy of the
Mutual Defense Pact

between the signatories
of your Commonwealth Charter.

Signatories which include

the Sabra-Jaguar Pride.

You want me to fight the Dragons
for you?

Actually,

by the terms of this pact,

I demand it.

I cannot believe
we are going to war

to help Elssbett
and the Jaguars.

Well, you know
that old expression

"Politics make
strange bedfellows."

Well, it wouldn't be
the first time.

First time for what?

Our problem is
with our other allies.

Castalia, Mobius, Xinti

they're not exactly
superpowers.

I'm Dylan's only real
military asset.

One he can't afford to lose.

Mmm-hmmm.

Unfortunately, Dylan gave
Charlemagne and the Jaguars
his word,

and that's the one thing
he's got

that's even less expendable
than you.

We're approaching
the rendezvous point.

Dylan, according to the messages
I'm processing

from the Sabra-Jaguar fleet,

there have been a series
of battles on the Jaguar
frontier.

The war has already started.

Once again, your timing is
impeccable.

I do my best.

Updating the tactical situation.

The Dragons have taken Hruska
and Barbour systems.

Hruska? Already?

That's the key
to the entire
Diogenes Cluster.

Signal my fleet.

Let them know Hruska will be
our first military objective.

Belay that, Rommie.

I am the Supreme Commander
of our combined forces.

If you want my help,

you do as I say.

Where have I heard that before?

Well, unless you
want to continue

the fight on your own.

So controlling.

I'll return to my fleet
and inform them

of the new chain
of command.

With the Supreme Commander's
permission, of course.

Permission granted, of course.

She didn't salute.
Shouldn't she salute?

Well, I'm think that
maybe she went

to the Beka Valentine School
of Military Discipline.

Dylan, I've just picked up
a coded message

in the Comm traffic.

Directed through us and relayed
through Mobius intelligence.

I'll take it in my quarters.

Actually, it's addressed
to Harper.

Brendan!

Seamus. It's been a long time,
cuz-o. Too long.

Right back atcha.

Too long.

Look, uh,

I heard about you
and your friends.

This new Commonwealth thing
sounds like a choice scam.

Wish I'd thought of it myself.

The thing is, um,

we been hearing rumors
back home that there's
a war coming

between your Dylan
and the Dragons.

The Ubers are stocking up
on workers, Seamus.

The slave raids
are getting worse every day.

We need your help, and more.

When this war comes,
we want in.

It's time, Seamus.

It's time to rise up

and drive the Dragons
off of Earth

forever.

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.

For crying' out loud.

I'm not just talking about
some mudball here.

We're talking about
Earth! Terra!

The mother-world
of all humanity.

It's only the most important
planet in the whole
freaking universe.

Hardly. There are 10,433,000
Tarn Vedra class planets

in the known universe.

In the Dragon empire alone,

there are 837 slave planets
just like Earth.

Slave planets?

Mmm-hmmm.

I think what Rommie's trying
to say

in her usual Diplomatic fashion

is that Earth isn't
what she used to be.

No, she's not.

Not since the Drago-Kasov pride
conquered her,

destroyed our economy
and enslaved our entire
population.

Yeah, that would pretty much
make things suck.

But, we have a chance
to fix that now,

and we have to take it.

Harper, I don't want you
to get your hopes up.

We're fighting a war,

and we don't have the time
or the resources

to liberate every slave planet
in the Dragon empire.

All right, all right.

What exactly are you trying
to tell me here, huh?

That Earth doesn't matter?

Unfortunately,
Earth doesn't matter.

Unless we make it matter.

You want me to go by myself?

No. You can take Rommie.

I got a better idea.

How 'bout you round up
all those warships out there,

head to Earth, and blast
the Dragon garrison to pieces?

I intend to after I've drawn
the Dragon fleet out of position

and as soon as you
and Rommie make sure

that all their armored units
are out in the streets

where they're vulnerable.

Great. Start the revolution
without me.

Anything else
I can do for you?

Transmute the elements?
Reverse entropy?

Make you a sandwich?

I won't make you go.

Your cousin doesn't even know
we got his message.

Besides, I could use you here.

But if you want freedom for
Earth, Harper,

you're gonna have to
fight for it.

So, what's Earth like?

What do you care? It has no
strategic value, remember?

Harper, I'm a warship.

I always consider
the military situation first.

It's my nature.

But I do care.

Well,

it's a place you love.

It's, uh, you know,
it's a good feeling.

Until you have to see it all
torn down around you.

And there's nothing you can do
to stop it.

We tried, me and Brendan
and our buddy, Isaac.

Yeah, we thought we could beat
the Nietzscheans

all by ourselves.

We'd steal their weapons,

we'd mess
with their floater engines,

we'd blow shrillers
outside their barracks at night.

Shrillers?

These little whistles
I invented. They...

They'd extend into
the ultrasonic

and irritate the hell
out of Nietzschean ear canals.

We'd blow 'em
and they would run like hell.

Sounds like fun.

Yeah, it was. It was.

Until, uh,
until they ambushed us.

An entire Nietzschean platoon
outside the barracks,

waiting for us to show up
with our stupid little toys.

Brendan spotted 'em right away.
He's good like that.

He warned me, but, uh,

Isaac was on the other side
of the compound and, uh,

we could hear his shrilling,

and then it was cut off
by gunshots.

Yeah,

you're gonna love Earth.

A direct assault
on the Dragon Capitol?

That's suicide.

I would agree

were it not for
our Captain Hunt.

His survival instincts are, uh,

well, formidable.

And if they weren't,

you'd be commanding
this starship instead
of the human?

The current state of affairs
serves my purpose.

A purpose
which might be better served

by gaining entry
into my family.

Oh, please.

I don't need to marry
one of your spare sisters

in order to achieve my goals.

Who said anything
about a sister?

Now,

tell me the captain's
true intentions.

It will take a great deal more
than a whispered promise

to extract from me
any further information

than I've provided already.

However,

you are oh, so very welcome
to try.

There she is, Rommie

The blue jewel of the galaxy,

Earth.

Craters, high levels
of carbon dioxide,

soot, ash,
nuclear fallout. Lovely.

Hey.

At least all that crap
in the atmosphere

makes us harder to detect.

The question is,

How do we get around

that Nietzschean
orbital defense network?

I gotta hand it to you,
Rommie. I gotta hand it to you.

An artificial meteor swarm?
It's brilliant.

And that is why I love me
for making you.

Uh, and I mean I do love you
too. And by making,

I do mean in a, uh, professional
sort of way.

About that.

When we meet your friends,
don't mention I'm an android.

I've found on missions
like this,

it's always best to
hold a few surprises back

from everyone concerned.

What's the matter, Rommie?

You don't want to listen to me
brag the whole time we're here?

No.

Deal.

Ah.

This smells of home.

This way.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

She's so frightened.

She's got a lot to be
frightened about.

It's okay, you can come out.

It's okay.

Oh, is this your sister
or your cousin?

Well, either way,

you're both very beautiful,
very brave young ladies.

Can you do me a favor?

Can you please try
and find Brendan Lahey

and tell him his cousin, Seamus,
is here. Can you do that?

What do you want with Brendan?

Like I said,
I'm his cousin, Seamus.

Funny,

Brendan never mentioned
a cousin.

Especially not a collaborator
in nice, shiny new clothes.

I'm not a collaborator.

We're not with the Dragons.

In fact, we're actually here
to try and help save you

from the Dragons.

Yeah.

And I'm the second coming
of Hylees Lassie.

Why don't you
tell your girlfriend

to drop the lance
and maybe we'll talk.

There are at least seven more

just like him
in the side passages.

Oh, man. Bostonians.

Why do we always have to do this
the hard way?

All right, on three.

One,

two,
BRENDAN: Seamus?

Brendan.

Seamus.

- Seamus.
- Brendan! Hey.

Ah, it's good to see you,
cuz-o.

Likewise, likewise.

Hey, Ozzie! Come here.
Everybody!

Come here! Come here!

I want you all to meet
my cousin,

Seamus Harper.

He's come down
from the stars

to set us all free.

Heh.

No pressure.

The Nietzscheans
keep a pretty tight seal

on the main living
areas here.

We don't get out much,
the Dragons don't come in
much

except when they send in
floaters to pick up more slaves.

Since the war started,
they've been

taking pretty much everybody
they can get their hands on.

Little ones, old folks.

Last week
they took Jake's mother

over there
right off her death bed.

Why would they take people
who can't work?

Well, there are rumors
about resettlement centers.

Death camps.

But, um,

we're gonna put a stop to
all that,

aren't we?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Look,

we'll do what we can,
but we're just the advance team.

The key is to force the Dragons
to commit their armored units.

Once they're exposed,
the Andromeda will arrive

and pick
them off from orbit.

Yeah, a lot of this is gonna
have to depend

on your resistance fighters,
Brendan.

How many can you mobilize
in Boston?

Uh, well, you know, you...

You gotta realize
I expected you to show up

with a lot more
company than just one,

admittedly very attractive,
woman.

How many fighters, Brendan?

Well, you're lookin'
at 'em, Seamus.

You have five fighters?

That I can count on, yeah.

Look, they got friends,
and their friends have friends,

and a lot of them claim to be
in the resistance,

but how many people
can I get in the street?

Especially before
your Dylan arrives?

Like I said,
five that I know of.

That you know of.

Brendan, why did you call us?

What'd you expect?

Well, what I expected
was hope.

How am I supposed to
give them hope?

I know how hard
their lives are.

That's why I ran away
in the first place, remember?

Harper, if we can't get
the local resistance

organized in time
for Dylan's attack,

our surgical strike will turn
into a bloody war.

I don't even know
where to start. What do I say?

Say whatever it takes.

All around the world,
people are ready

ready to rise up.

In, uh,

In Paris,

Tokyo,

Singapore

Uh, Johannesburg.

In, uh, thousands

in hundreds of thousands.

And they're all waiting,
waiting for you.

Waiting for Boston,

because this was where
it all began.

Uh, the most important
revolution in the history
of Earth

started in Boston.

The very idea that all people,
whether born

or engineered, are equal
started in Boston.

So now, it is
Boston's turn again.

Time to show your courage.

Time to storm the barricades.

Time to fire a shot
that will be heard

around the world for freedom.

He's right,
let's get the Ubers.

Now's the time! Freedom
for Earth!

For freedom!

Freedom!

I gotta hand it to you, cousin.

You really got 'em
believing in themselves

for the first time.

It was a very good speech.

Yeah.

Tokyo, Paris, Johannesburg,
Singapore sure.

There's only one problem.

It's all a lie.

Come on, Dylan.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but are we actually winning?

The Jaguars are holding
our center.

The Castalians have routed
the Dragons' left flank.

The enemy is in full retreat.

Go, fish men, go.

If this continues,
there'll soon be nothing
between us

and the Dragon homeworld
but open slip routes.

Yes, how convenient.

Too easy?

Much.

Andromeda, hail all allied
commanders.

I'm standing down
the assault.

Aye, aye!

How's your friend doing?

Well, she's already hidden
recon eyes

all over the ghetto.

Now, all she has to do
is plant plasma mines

outside the armory.

The armory?
Yeah.

No, no, no, no, no.

She shouldn't go anywhere
near the armory.

They're gonna see her.

Rommie?

Not freakin' likely.

How do you know?

Uh, let's just say I, uh,

made her what she is today.

So, uh, you guys serious?

I wish.

You know how it is.

We're too busy flying around
saving the universe.

Yeah.

Well,

just remember
what you're saving it for.

Her

and all that's good
in the world.

I got something for you.

I've been saving it.

Here.

It's your old tin whistle.

No, no, no, no. I, uh,

I threw this--

Into your parents' grave.

Yeah, you did.

I pulled it out for you.

I been saving it.

You know,

for when you're ready
to play it again.

Simply point the lance,

press the trigger.

The computer targeting system
will do the rest.

Now, if you find yourself
up in close

and you want to do
a lot of damage,

you can switch
to plasma blasts,

Here.

Now, when you return
to your cell members,

authorize them
to use your lance,

so if you go down,
someone else can use it.

Questions?

Bracers, for communication.

ECM Generators. Wear them both.

And remember,

a Molotov cocktail
will still burn a floater.

So wait until they hit
the barricades,

and then throw
as many as you can.

Oh, yeah, one more thing.

Shrillers.

Cool.

Enough for everybody.

I'll take one.

You know, these toys
are great, but,

what if you give the signal
and no one rises up but us?

Yeah, what happens then?

The Nietzscheans will be
all over us.

Why are you here, Ozzie?

You know why.

Kathy.

We all got a Kathy

at least one.

My sister,

Seamus' parents,

Colin's kids.

We've all lost someone.

Now you remind people of that,

and you'll have no problem
getting them

to fight by your side.

For Kathy.

The Dragon slave caravan
is on its way into the ghetto.

Damn! There are a lot more
of them than we expected.

They must be reinforcing
their positions

because of the war.

No plan of battle ever survives

the first engagement
with the enemy.

What if Ozzie was right, Rommie?

What if the people
in the streets

won't rise up and join us?

Then we lose.

But if we do nothing,
we still lose,

and we may never have
an opportunity like this again.

Yo, cousin.

Transports are in position.
What's the word?

Uh...

the word is...

um...

Attack.

Attack! Attack!
Attack!

Go! Go! Go!

You in the back! Come on!

Move! Move!

Go! Over the wall!
Over the wall!

Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Ozzie!

Floater!

Throw the Molotovs!

Throw 'em! Throw 'em!
Throw 'em!

Seamus, we're being overrun.

Seamus, what do I do?

Fall back.

Fall back to rally points
three and seven.

Fall back!

More Dragons are moving
to intercept.

They're outnumbered.

If Dylan doesn't get here
soon, we're all dead.

Fall back!

So, every bit of evidence
we've got

suggests that these ships
we've been defeating

aren't really real.

They're just empty hulls
equipped with slipstream drives.

I don't care
if they're Dragon schoolchildren

on a summer picnic,

a victory is a victory.

It's a victory the Dragons
want us to have.

They could be using these ships

to mask the size
of their real fleet.

Or distract us while they move
somewhere else.

What they're doing
doesn't matter.

So long as we attack,
we drive the action.

In love, in war,
in politics, the day

and the night always
belongs to the aggressor.

I will not lead this fleet
into a trap.

We pull back

make them follow us

so that we can pick
the next battle.

A nice idea,
but it won't be possible.

And why exactly is that?

Captain,

the Sabra-Jaguar fleet
is attacking the Dragons.

Brendan, come in.

Brendan, report.

His signal's been cut off.

All right, that's it.

Rommie, monitor things here.
I'll be back.

What are you doing?

Brendan's family, Rommie.

I abandoned him here once,
I'm not gonna do it again.

You know that by attacking
the Dragons now,

you're forcing Dylan's hand.

He's forced my hand before.

I'm simply returning
the favor.

You have no right
to come aboard--

No. You have no right.

We may have shared
the same position

in Dylan's bed, human,

but don't presume
that makes us equals.

You slept with Dylan?

He didn't tell you?

You really should keep
better track

of your lovers and not let them
stray so far.

Dylan and I aren't lovers.

Really?

Too bad for you.

Rommie,

what was that?

Some kind of
gravitational distortion.

Dylan,

the Dragon ships are firing
their slipstream cores.

Andromeda, tell the fleet
to scatter.

And get us to slipstream.

My ships.

Are in trouble.
So are we.

They're exploding.

Brace for impact.

It's like a whirlpool.

We're going in.

Wait.

Are either of you

related to any of the Ubers
I waxed today?

'Cause it was a lot of fun.

Brendan.

You okay?

There's too many of them,
Seamus.

Their armor's mobilizing.

I gotta get back outside.

Whoa, no.

You're coming with me.
You need medical attention.

Your Commonwealth friends

better get here soon, Seamus.

Andromeda, where are we?

Kraylux.
Somewhere in the outer system.

Status on the rest of the fleet?

Scattered halfway across
the Orion arm, I would assume.

We appear to be the only ship
in this system.

Correction.
The only Ally ship.

The Dragons just joined us.

Battle stations.

It's no good.
I can't shake 'em.

Dylan, we're being hailed

by someone called
Fleet Admiral Cuatemoc.

So Temmy finally got
his promotion.

Tell me about him.

Cuatemoc's a high ranking
Dragon.

He's married
to Charlemagne's sister,
Beatricia.

The Jaguars had hoped
that the marriage

would bring peace
between the prides.

This doesn't look
like peace.

If Beatricia
is anything like her brother,

I can guess
at the problem.

No one profited from their union

especially not the Jaguars.

A gilded peahen
can't tame a bear.

A bear?

Good. Put him through.

Ah,

the famous Captain Hunt.

Fleet Admiral Cuatemoc.

What happened
to your predecessor,

Cuchulain?

He lost one too many battles
to you.

I don't plan on making
the same mistake.

You know, a plan of battle

rarely survives the first
engagement with the enemy.

Mine do.

Hello, Elssbett.

Charlie off
getting his pedicure?

Tell him Bea sends her regards.

Here's mine.

In-laws.

Beka,

slipstream. Now.

Multiple fractures,
internal bleeding, and,

yeah, a concussion.

Just do something about it,
will ya?

You can tell all that
just by looking at me?

Yeah, Rommie's, uh,
fool of surprises.

Lucky for you.

While you were off
on your little adventure,

I hacked into
the Dragon communications grid

and broadcast news
of the revolt.

The people of Earth
are rising up.

Paris?

Tokyo?

Even Johannesburg.

And here I thought
you were lying
about Johannesburg.

I started lying the minute
I opened my mouth.

What about the armored
divisions?

Mobilizing worldwide.

They should be fully exposed
when Dylan arrives

in five hours
and twenty-one minutes.

Thanks, cousin.

They're still right behind us.

Now what?

Now we

round up the fleet
and fight our way free.

There are over thirty systems
in this cluster

and the Alliance fleet
is scattered all over it.

Searching will take time.

What about Harper and Rommie?
What about Earth?

If the Dragons
destroy our fleet,

the war is over.

We have to regroup,
regardless of the cost.

Where is Dylan?

The Dragon armor units
are killing us.

He should be here soon.

That's what you said
an hour ago.

He's ninety minutes late.

Slipstream isn't always
that precise.

He could have been delayed.

Delayed where?

If he were in the system
he would've contacted us
by now.

Not if he's maintaining
communications...

Hang on a second,
I'm getting a signal.

A signal?

From a slipfighter.

A slipfighter?

It's Tyr.

What do you mean
he's not coming?

He had to choose

Save his fleet
and his entire alliance,

or sacrifice them both
to liberate a single
slave world.

But Dylan always keeps
his promises.

Dylan has made
a great many promises,

and he only has one ship.

Now,

try and get the people
out of the streets.

There'll be another time.

Another time?

I'm just supposed to stop
a revolution?

There are people bleeding
and dying in the streets

because they actually think
they may have a chance

to win for a change.

How am I supposed to tell them
they're wrong?

Don't.

Tell them the truth.

Tell them...

that life is inherently unfair

and that the wise
only fight battles they know
they can win.

Great.

And when I'm telling them
all of this, where will you be?

As far away from here
as I can get.

Thanks.

I'm not going to
stand down the attack

just 'cause
your Nietzschean said so.

He's not the one saying it.
I am.

Oh? Oh, yeah? Like that's
any better.

Stand down. Retreat. So speaks
Seamus Harper, as usual.

As usual? Whoa! Hold it!

Are you calling me a coward?

Well, you walked away once,
Seamus.

You abandoned your home.
You abandoned your family.

For what? Why?
Did it get too hard for you?

I don't know
what that makes you,

but you're sure no hero.

My family died here,
in case you forgot.

Because my father
didn't know how to walk away

from a fight
he couldn't win.

He was protecting
your mother.

Whatever! And now
they're both dead.

And you'll be dead, too,
if you don't listen to me.

No, no, Seamus, you see,
you don't understand.

You can't just choose
when you want to fight
and when you don't.

You may think your father
had a choice that day,

but he didn't.

And neither do I.

So we fight.

All right,
let me put this another way.

Tell them to withdraw,

or I swear I'll kill you.

You gonna kill me?

If you don't listen to me.

It'll stop millions of people
from dying

unnecessarily in a war
they can't win.

Will it.

They don't have a chance,
Brendan.

I know they don't.

They know that, too.

They knew it
when this all started.

When I started this,
things were different.

The circumstances
have changed.

Did you think
you were the first person

to stand on a rooftop and shout
that the Nietzscheans had to go?

These people have heard it all
before, Seamus.

Hell, our fathers heard it,
and their fathers before them.

If that's true,
then why did they listen?

Why are they
all out there fighting now?

Why did your father fight

when the slavers came
for your mother?

Because he was a fool.
Would you shut up
about my father.

He fought because he was sick
of lying down for them.

Because he was sick
of being spat at,

laughed at,

stolen from,

and beaten.

Sick and tired of living in fear
and desperation.

So tired that he was willing
to give up his life

so long as he hurt them.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And they laughed at him

right up until they slit
his throat. And after.

That's true.

But in the end,

he laughed back.

We both heard it, Seamus.

He fought.

He finally fought.

And after that,
nothing else mattered.

Yeah, especially not to him.

Seamus, you gotta let it go.

I don't have to
let squat go!

You don't know
what you're talking about!

You don't even know
what happened!

You wanna know
what really happened?

They didn't come for my mother.
They came for me, okay.

They both died because of me.

I'm sorry, Seamus.

But don't you see?

This just proves
what I'm talkin' about.

Your mother

and your father

did not die for nothing.

They sacrificed themselves

to save you,

their only son,

and it worked.
They won.

If you really want what happened
to my parents to be worth it,
Brendan,

then stop the revolt.

I would, Seamus.
For you, I would.

I can't.

A revolution's
not like a switch.

You can't turn it on or off.

It's like a fire.

And once it's lit,

you can't put it out
no matter how much
you might want to.

And even if we could,
if I did...

it might never light again.

All right.

Well, what about you, then?

Just let me get you
out of here.

That's the thing, cousin.

I'm part of the fire.

I need to be.

You kick some butt out there.

According to my captains,

we've rounded up
almost 99 percent
of our original fleet.

Unfortunately, only half of them
can still fight.

The Dragon fleet is closing.

Uh, Dylan,
now would be the time

for one of those crazy,
desperate, this just might work,
ideas.

Well, I've got one.

I was just hoping
I wouldn't have to use it.

How about sharing your thoughts
with your loyal allies?

I've got a better idea.

We'll do a demonstration

from the finest slipstream pilot
in the known worlds.

Oh!

Oh, that'd be me.

Set a course
for Coolidge system.

The system where we were
ambushed?

Dylan, that system
is completely unnavigable.

When the Dragons fired
their slipstream cores,

they collapsed
slipstream into normal space.

Flying through there would be
like diving into a hurricane.

We'd be torn to shreds

unless we did it perfectly.

Well, that is where
Beka comes in

You know, I think I changed my
mind about this whole crazy,
desperate thing.

This is idiotic.
For your plan to work,

every ship in the fleet
would have to navigate
the vortices on their own.

They're not all blessed
with a Beka Valentine.

Luckily,
we only need one.

We'll fly in fleet formation

keep within a few thousand
kilometers of each other
to minimize lag-time.

We'll slave the other ships'
navigational systems

to Andromeda's and let Beka
pilot them all.

Which means
if she makes a mistake,

every ship in the fleet
will crash.

Yeah.

Note to self

Don't screw up.

Goodbye, again.

Cuatemoc is hailing us.

Put him through.

Argosy fleet formation.

Interesting historical
reenactment,

for all the good it'll do.
We can still follow you.

Anything to escape your wife?

You are welcome
to follow us, Admiral.

In fact, I encourage it.

Or at least I encourage you
to try.

Beka, course laid in
for Coolidge?

You betcha.

Coolidge?

Impossible.

You'll be torn to shreds.

Trying to run through there
is suicide.

You didn't talk
to Cuchulain about me

before you had him executed,
did you?

No?

Well that's too bad.

I wonder who's next in line.

Go.

Come on, Valentine,
you can do it.

You can do it.

You did it.

Yes!

Dylan, we're clear
of the vortex.

The entire allied fleet
made it through intact,

and there's no sign
of the Dragons.

I'm very impressed.

Aw, forced to reevaluate
your opinion of a human?

Before you begin
your little celebration,

may I remind you
that we lost?

Now, you see,
there is where
you're wrong.

We came together,

we tested our new allied fleet
in battle against the most
powerful

military in the known universe,
and we got away in one piece.

See, I would call that
a victory.

Beka, set a course
for Earth.

Dylan, I've just intercepted

a message from Dilykos Drift.

Earth has already risen up

and the Dragons have
crushed the rebellion.

We're too late.

Mr. Harper.

I could use
a little privacy right now,

if you don't mind.

I understand.

But I thought
you'd want to see this.

It's a transmission
from Earth.

Copies of it are popping up
all over Dragon space.

The Dragons call us

kludges.

They call us mutts and mules,

as if we're the genetic
mistakes because
we're only human.

Well, now we've shown them
what we humans can do.

We kludges,

we mutts,

we mules.

And we're gonna keep
showing them.

Today,

tomorrow,

and every day

until Earth

is free.

Today is like no other day.

Today,

we are cousins all.

Today,

we reclaim

Earth

for humanity.

This is Bunker Hill,
signing off.

They're rising up,
Harper.

Slave worlds all over
the Dragon empire
are getting this recording,

and they're rising
in revolt,

all because of Brendan.

So you're telling me
it was worth it,

even if my cousin's dead?

Either way, he won.

And so did you.