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But we haven't been
on real leave in months.

Don't you want to have fun?

Define fun?

Fun: Me, you, Trance,
working together on a mission.

No captain, no high guard
protocol, and best of all,

lots of profit to go around.

Well, Beka,
as definitions go,

I find that one woefully
lacking in detail.

You want details? Okay.

It's a mission
I've been planning
for months.

During this mission,
we will find this...thing,

and once we've found
this thing,

we will be rich and happy

beyond your wildest
Nietzschean fantasies.

Well, now it's much clearer.

And what precisely
is this...thing?

She can't tell you.

Why?

Why can't I tell him?

Because if you
tell him, Tyr will die.

Then by all means,
leave me in suspense.

Tyr will die?

Aren't we being
a little dramatic?

It's only dramatic
until somebody does die.

Okay, cut to the chase.

You said you come
from a bad future.

What happened?

I told you.
I made a lot of mistakes,

so that's why I came back,
to set them right.

And this is one
of those things?

Not taking Tyr, that's good
for everyone, trust me.

Okay, but the legend
still says we need
three people,

and since Harper
took Rommie

on that "educational"
field trip
to Albuquerque drift,

I'm out of options.

What about Dylan?

Not an option.

Who better than Dylan?

Dylan's the captain.
If he comes along,
it becomes his mission,

his prize, and I've done
way too much research

on this just to hand
it over to captain terrific.

Beka, we need Dylan.

According to the FTA
Clipping service,

there are lot
of other people
after this thing.

Bad people?

Bad, good,
it doesn't really matter.

What matters is
if they get there first
and they find it...

I know. Trust you.

Fine.

I'll ask him.

The Engine of Creation?

You've heard of it?

Well, yeah.
I mean, it's a machine

that can rearrange
space and time.

It can reignite suns,
create whole
planets...

Even
raise the dead.
Yeah.

And you think
we can find it

on the planet
of Shintaida?

That's right.
Huh.

You know, there's
just one, one problem.

The Engine of Creation
is a myth.

It's like the Holy Grail
of ancient Earth,

or the Wyverni hordes
of Gehenna-Mortis.

Or the restored Commonwealth?

No, it's not funny.

All right.
You really believe
that this exists?

I wouldn't be going
if I didn't believe.

Think about it, Dylan,
something like
the Engine of Creation,

it could do anything.

It could make
dreams come true,

even yours.

All right.

Let's dream.

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 reunite
the galaxies.

On the starship Andromeda,
hope lives again.

Shintaida,

A planet beautiful
in its natural brutality,

blessed by a dazzling
assortment of deadly creatures

and brilliant
under its blood lit skies...

Sounds inviting.

So this guy's an expert
on Shintaidan archeology?

Renowned. His expedition left
for Shintaida two months ago,

armed to the gills
with guns.
Huh.

However, I,
professor Mino Tabascalli,

will brave
Shintaida's deadly traps,

tame its unseen enemies,

and locate its temple
of spirits,

and, at long last,
hold in these, my hands,

the legendary
Engine of Creation.

I will accomplish
what hundreds before me

have perished
trying to accomplish.

And no one has
heard from him since.

Nope.

He never came back.

Oh. But you have
a different plan?

My plan is to come back.

It's a good plan.

A good plan.

Stand by
for slipstream.

Are we there yet?

No.

You know, Beka,
we've already covered
seventeen kilometers.

Maybe we should
call it a day.

Captain's orders?

Aha, I heard that.
No, no.

Look, it's your mission,
it's your call.

I'm just getting
a little hungry.

Considering it,
except this ravine
we're walking through,

according to my map,
it's called the Eyes
of Blood and Peril.

The Eyes
of Blood and Peril?

Come on,
let's just stop here.

- No.
- No.

Why?
What's wrong with this spot?

The Eyes of Blood and Peril.
This is a bad spot.

Let's put down over here.

The Rock of Refuge.

Good idea.

If you don't mind,
I'll take point.

Now, I remember
why I prefer outer space
to Terra firma.

These rocks
are killing my feet.

One more kilometer.
We're almost there.

Yeah. Just remind me
to wear an AG. Harness
next time we go hiking.

Note taken.
So where's Dylan?

He's, uh, up ahead,
scouting for a campsite.

I just hope
he's careful.

Oh, he's always careful.
He's Dylan.

Yeah, you're right.

I guess I'm feeling
just a little responsible.

It's been almost two years
since I've been a captain
of a mission.

I just hope
nothing bad happens.

Something, uh, bad
just happened, didn't it?

Dylan!

This is is so embarrassing.

Well, it's some kind
of mine.

Thank you, Dylan.
I am painfully aware of it.

Then you probably know
that you shouldn't move.

Uh, yeah.

Beka, is there anything helpful
about mines in the legend?

Well, the Shinta
call them the Death Rattles.

That's helpful.

And as far as I know,
there's no record
of the explosive materials used.

That's good. No explosions.

Hmm, she's right.

There is no incendiary
device here.

Looks like a simple
trigger mechanism.

A very old trigger mechanism.

But reliable,
I am sure.

Now, the question is...

What does it trigger and...

Where it triggers from.

Trance, could you step back
over there, please?

Ah, wait.

Hold on.

Here's what we're going to do,
okay?

Counterweights.

Trance, I want you
to get that rock...

well, that was
impressive.

Or stupid.

Depends on how you
look at it.

Are you okay?

Huh?

Ah.

Good thing
I didn't pack light.

Here.

Souvenir.

Thanks.

It worked.

This must seem
a little strange to you.

In what way?

Beka being
in charge.

Actually, I find it
a little educational.

Really?
Oh, sure.

Leadership is hard
to define.

There's really
no right way,

and there's no wrong way.

Everyone seems to have
their own style.

"Don't step here.
Land mine." See?

Beka definitely has
her own style.

Yes, she does,
but so do you.

You treat everything
like it's a game of Go.

You always plan
your strategy
six steps ahead,

never lose sight
of the big picture.

It's my military upbringing
strictly by the book.

Sometimes it's my own
private book, of course.

Beka, on the other hand...

She kind of likes to fly
by the seat of her pants.

Yes, but I believe
that's what makes her
a good slipstream pilot,

and it's also what makes you two
such a good team.

You complete each other.

It's a good thing
we're on the same side.

More than you know.

Dylan, Trance,
you'd better come see this!

She must have found
the Rock of Refuge.

Don't step there.

The remains
of Dr. Tabascalli's expedition.

Emphasis on "remains".

They're all decapitated.

My god, they never had a chance.

They couldn't even
get to their weapons.

Beka.

Tracks.

Guns are gone.

Right.

I say we forget
the Rock of Refuge.

It's badly named.

Agreed. Let's get out of here.

Beka. Dylan.

Does this
belong to you?

Dylan, I'm sorry.

It's not
your fault, Trance.

That's right.
Blame me.

Johann Fletcher.

Damn glad
to meet you.

- Let her go.
- Or what, hot shot?

We already slashed
the archaeologists.

What's a couple more?

Lady, the chances are excellent
that my force lance
will kill the three of you

before your brain tells
your finger to squeeze
the trigger on your gun.

I'm pretty sure
I'll clip Goldie here first.

Well, maybe, but she's already
been killed three times

that I know of,
and she just keeps
coming back to life.

Please.

He's right. I do.

I'll count to three.

He's lying, sweetie.

One,

Two...

Excuse me.

Ah.

How stupid are you people?

I'm assuming
we're all looking
for the Engine of Creation,

am I right?

Yes. You're quite right.

Shut up, Flux.

Maybe.

That's what I thought.

So then you're familiar
with the legend?

Legend?

The legend that says
that it takes three people
to get the Engine.

So, unless your trio
stays intact,

you can kiss it goodbye.

Yeah, but if I kill Goldie,
you lose.

You know what?

I'll count again.

One...

Two...

Three!

So, uh, counting to three?

Kind of tells them
when to shoot.

That's why
I have this.

Where are you going?

Madame, I don't see
where that's
any of your business.

Everything is
my business.

Well, if you must know,
I'm following orders.

My employers have demanded
that I steal your boss's
force lance.

Well, I'm sorry to tell you,
but you've failed,

because if you had,
you'd be lying unconscious
on the floor of our camp

right now
from the security charge.

Would I?

Sorry.

But if I don't return
with that force lance,

sir's going to kill me.

Yes, and if you try
to get it,
I will kill you.

Isn't this a sticky wicket?

Rock, meet hard place.

Trust me.
It's not that sticky.

If sir still wants the Engine,
he needs three people, remember?

Oh.

Bully!

So he won't kill me,
and you won't.

Provided you tell me
how you got here.

I was the most dedicated
manservant, Trance,

always there
with a toasty-crisp
bath towel,

an impeccably placed
oyster fork,

the choicest of bon mot,

but, alas, my employer
fell on hard times

and traded me to sir.

How much did he
sell you for?

Well, he was bargaining
for his life, actually,

but sir killed him anyway
and took me.

Not one to negotiate sir.

Tell me about him.

Sir was an FTA
Enforcement wing pilot,

and his lover, Duran,
was a rester terrorist.

So they fell in love
and they abandoned
their respective causes?

Well, actually,
they betrayed
both sides

and murdered
their former associates.

Killing people is the glue
that keeps them together,

and if they get
the Engine of Creation,

they intend to reshape
the universe to serve

their infinite whims
and perversions.

Then why are you
helping them?

Well, it tugs
on my conscience
every now and then,

but I am, after all,
a dedicated manservant.

You want to know
what I think?

Oh, yes, very much.

I saw your faces
when you stumbled across
those dead archaeologists.

You were as scared
as we were.

Yes, but I'm often scared.

I think you three
didn't kill
those archaeologists.

You just wanted us
to believe that
to scare us,

and I also think

that you don't want
anyone else to get hurt
over this Engine,

especially yourself,
so here's what I suggest.

You take sir and Duran
and head North,

and I will convince
Beka and Dylan to go South.

That way,
they won't be able
to kill each other,

and it will just be
our secret.

I do love secrets.

Well, then I'm glad
we had the chance to talk.

The ruins must be
around here somewhere.

Fletcher and Duran
seem to think so.

Think they really killed
those people?

No. No. They're bad,
but they're not butchers,

just very strange lovers.

Yeah.
He's totally controlling,

and she's this sexy
shoot-from-the-hip
kind of gal.

What could they possibly
have in common?

Harper always says
that opposites attract.

That's just
his excuse to meet women.

Everyone's the opposite
of Harper.

That's true.

Hey, guys,
I found something!

After you.

Nice work, Trance.

This place must be
thousands of years old.

Maybe it's
a ceremonial chamber.

Oh.

It kind of gives me
the creeps.

Guys.

I think I just found
Dr. Tabascalli.

He must've escaped
whoever killed his friends.

Until they caught up
with him here.

Decapitated
like the others.

That's a big knife.

That's not a knife.

It's a shuriken.

Specifically...

That shuriken.

Ah, is this on the regular tour?

Ah, the legend talks
about a whirling guardian
of the sanctum.

Well, that is
definitely whirling.

So, this must be
the sanctum.

- So that's good.
- Yeah.

Yeah, good!

This is just fantastic.

Is there any legend
about an exits?

The answer is here.

The Shinta are all about
touch and feel.

Yeah, they do
all their touching and feeling
with flying, bladed weapons.

Trance, can't you use
your guessing Powers for good?

I thought you'd been
through this drill.

We never got that far.

Meeney miney Moe.

Save our asses,
now let's go.

I got it. Trance!

Dylan!

Oh...

Well, that was

fun.

So, where are we?

Right where we're
supposed to be.

That's good.

According to this,

the Engine of Creation
should be behind this panel.

All we need is the key.

Of course, the key.

You didn't happen
to bring the key?

Three souls turn as one,
and the key shall be delivered

by the penitent,
so the operative word
here is "penitent."

Three statues.
Three of us.

They don't look
very penitent to me.

It's worth a try.

Okay, remember,
turn as one

and...go.

Okay, that happened.

Tabascalli said something
about a stone center

containing the universe.

I think this plug
is the key for that panel.

The simplest solution
is usually right.

Pull away.

But be careful.

And the Engine
shall deliver itself

to the righteous.

And now it's time
to deliver to the righteous.

I don't believe it.

We must not be
righteous enough.

Or Fletcher's people
got here first.

What's that smell?

Almond...

I think I opened
more than the panel.

It's cyanide.

That stuff's
not good for you.

Son of...this says nothing
about cyanide.

Well, we'd better
make something up.

I've got nothing.

Uh.
All right.

Pull the key.
Pull the key.

Do something,
anything.

The simplest solution
is usually right, right?

Aha. Uh, okay.

That's far enough.

The Engine,
give it to us now.

That's funny. I was just
going to say the same thing.

Drop the attitude,
sweetie.

Excuse me?

Ow! Ow! Hey!

Oh, dear. I hope you'll
be a trifle more cooperative.

Hmm.

Give us the Engine.

Does it look like we have it?

You lie to us,

she's dead.

Again?

This is ridiculous.

What do you think,
it's in my purse?

Shinta.

Drop your weapons.

Are you out of your mind?

I think it's best
if we do what she says.

You're welcome.

Beka, we'll get out of this
in one piece. We always do.

This is so different.

Well, it is,
because we've been
in worse situations before.

Yeah, we have,
but those situations
were all your responsibility.

Excuse me?

I'm not blaming you.
I'm just saying,

you were our captain,
you're our leader,

and you got us out of them.

That's one thing
I'm starting to realize

I really like about being
your first officer.

Whenever things go wrong,
it's not my fault.

Is that supposed to
make me feel better?

I'm just saying,

until now, I had forgotten
how much I hate it

when plans go to hell
on my watch.

Not that it happens that often,
of course.

Of course.

Hey, guys,
look at this.

"In heaven
now are three"

So then that's supposed to be
the Engine?

- That?
- Yeah.

It should be
bigger than that.

Shinta guards
coming this way.

They want you,
Trance.

No, Trance!

Beka,
it's all right. I'll be...

Wait, they can't separate us.
We have to be three.

Beka...

I'm going, I'm going.

She's probably saying,
"that group has three,

this group has two.
Let's kill them, the lot."

I hope you're wrong.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.
Shinta lady.

I'm sure what you're saying
is very important.

The only problem is that
we don't understand you.

I'm pretty sure
that he does.

I?

What's she saying?

Um, she wants me to explain
the contest to them.

Well, this should be
interesting.

You do what I say, Flux.
You work for me.

Not one word.

All right,
all right.

All right. Maybe only
just a couple of words.

Apparently,

the only reason
they haven't killed us,

as they did
the others,

is that our respective trios

appear to fit
the prophesied profile

of the legendary
chosen three.

In heaven now are three.

But what have they done
with Trance?

So, now, we must submit
to the contest
of fire and pain.

Is it anything like
spin the bottle?

The winner will be crowned
by destiny to take
the Engine of Creation.

She wants a volunteer
from each side.

To do what?

Hmm...To volunteer.

Hey,
I didn't volunteer!

I don't even like
volunteers.

Hey, bring back
our third!

It's supposed to be three,
not two.

I don't think we're volunteering
for the tribal talent show.

It's my mission, my head.

I volunteer.

So do I.

Aw, geez, catfight.

Uh, no, I...I volunteer.

Dylan...
Beka, let me do this.

Then I volunteer, too.

Can't have too many.

Get off me, Fletch.

I can take him.

No. Don't give me any lip.

It's never easy.

I thought we'd agreed
that this was my mission.

That means
I make the decisions,

especially
the life-and-death ones,

and now that they've
taken Trance,

I'm more responsible
than ever.

I have followed every one
of your orders

since we've been
down here, Beka.

Like hell you have.

What?

When I was standing
on that mine,

I had a way out
of the problem,
counterweights,

but no, you had to hurl yourself
at me and be the hero.

I wasn't trying to be a hero.

I just thought
my way was quicker.

And out there
just now?

So, I volunteered
for their stupid contest.

Look, Dylan,

I think we both know
that whatever this contest is,

it'll start bad and end worse.

I should be the one fighting,
not you.

Beka, I was only
trying to help.

Yeah, well,

saving my life
when I should be
saving yours is not helping.

See, I know
what this is about.

I wasn't your first choice
for this mission.

Trance had to talk you
into asking me.

Come on,
I'm right, aren't I?

Yeah, well,
I can't manipulate you
like I can manipulate Tyr.

I think Tyr might have
something to say about that.

Look, Dylan...

For, um, reasons

that I can't get
into right now,

you've become very, um,

or fairly...

Do you know
what I'm saying?
No.

You've become
important to me.

Careful,

I might start
to like you.

I just don't want
to be responsible
for losing you.

I'm not planning on losing.

That's not
what I meant.
I know.

Whatever happens
out there tonight...

I know that deep down inside...

I really was
your first choice.

Right?

Yeah.

That must be Shinta
for show time.

Yep.

Your choice, Fletcher.

I'm an expert with either one.

I'm a swordsman,
myself.

Yeah, all guys think that.

No one has to die here.

Oh, I'm guessing
someone has to die.

They must be the out of bounds.

Don't go out of bounds.

Couldn't we just settle this
with a nice game of Go?

Score one
for my team.

Bite me.

Kill him, baby!

Get up, Dylan.
Get on your feet.

Come on!

Is there anything you like more

than watching
your boyfriend fight?

Yes, watching him kill.

If you don't want to die,
work with me.

Work with you?

You're trying to kill me.

If I was trying to kill you,
you'd be dead by now.

Hey!

That's cheating.

You are not
getting my Engine.

We'll see about that.

Care if I join you?

No.

I was just getting used to
your phony accent, Flux.

Looks like I'm not
the only one

with a new look,
Trance Gemini.

We thought
we'd lost you.

And that's why you're here.
That's why they're here.

Well, someone has to retrieve
the Engine of Creation.

It doesn't really
matter who.

It does matter.

Maybe not to you
or to our people,

but it matters to the Engine.

Do you see this?

The Engine is doing this.

It will only deliver itself
to the right people.

We're the right people.

No, they are.

I just hope
that they realize it
in time.

That's right, Dylan.

Show the Engine you're worthy.

Ooh, interesting move.

I didn't even see
that one coming.

Get your hands off me.

It's our Engine.

Let me finish
this fight.

They've done it.

Dylan and Beka have won.

Well, like I said,
someone has to retrieve
the Engine,

and we all know
what happens next.

Some of us
better than others.

Come with me.

Your brothers and sisters
would love to know
what's become of you.

No. My place is here
with my friends.

Your place is with us.

Don't forget
whose side you're on.

I never have.

I never will.

You can't defy us
forever, Trance.

No.

But I can dream, can't I?

Even if it's just
for a little while.

I, uh...

I don't know
what's going on,

but it sure beats
fire and swords.

Trance...

And the Engine
shall deliver itself
to the righteous.

By refusing to destroy,
they are worthy to create.

In other words,
you win.

So, what the hell
happened to you?

They just took me off the board
for awhile.

I believe they were afraid
I'd help you cheat.

I don't cheat.

Yes, and that's why
you've won,

both of you together.

Yeah. The Engine of Creation.

So, uh, it's heavier
than it looks.

You know what?
I'll bet it takes three.

This doesn't seem right.

I... I have no idea
what it's made of,

but the sensors claim
that it could weigh

up to three galaxies.

Well, we definitely
carried it in here.

Hmm.

What do you think, Trance?

I think your guess
is as good as mine.

Whenever she says that,
I never believe it.

What do you believe?

Oh, Beka,
I don't know.

When I was a kid,
my dad told me a story
about the Engine,

how a famous Vederan
archaeologist found it

at an excavation site
in Kepora Ven.

She studied it
and discovered

that it was older
than the universe itself,

that it actually created
the universe,

and then it made her a god.

And she went crazy, right?
Mm-hmm.

And almost destroyed
everything in existence?

Until the last moment,
when she came to her senses

and turned the machine
against itself.

Splitting it into five pieces,

which the Vedrans
then scattered
across the stars.

What if that story's true?

What if this is just
a fragment of the Engine?

Well, then, uh,

we went to an awful
lot of trouble

to find a fragment.

Maybe it still works.

Come on.

Well, a fifth of anything

that can reset the universe
and make dreams come true,

come on, it's got to be good
for something.

All right, let's try it.

Make a wish.

Ready?
Yeah.

Anything?

No. You?

Nothing.

Yeah.

We're approaching
Andromeda. Prepare for docking.

Well, maybe it is worthless,

but, you know,

it did make me
realize something.

What's that?

We make a pretty good team,
Captain Hunt.

This made you
realize that?

Oh.

Well, then,
I'm thinking
maybe it does

make dreams come true.