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Two years...

Two years since we started,

and this
is only the beginning...

For today, we establish
a new systems Commonwealth.

This day marks
the next stage of a dream,

a dream of hope,

a dream of freedom,

a dream that will rekindle
the light of civilization.

Because you,

the delegates
from the 50 member worlds,

will ratify
our Commonwealth charter,

unifying us all,

and elect our first Triumvir.

Dylan Hunt for Triumvir!

Dylan Hunt for Triumvir.

Who will not be me.

You are among
the best and the brightest

the universe has to offer.

The Commonwealth
will be well served

by any one of you.

Now, please, mingle,
and enjoy my ship's hospitality.

Thank you very much.

I'm so excited to meet you.

Thank you, thank you.

We've waited for two years
for this day.

I can't believe
Harper's missing it.

Oh, well, Dylan thought

it would be best
for everyone concerned

if Harper was far, far away
from delegates.

* Old Roseanna
Oh, don't you cry for me

* For I come from Louisiana
With a bad girl on my knee *

Kaboom.

That's right, baby.

Why am I not even
slightly surprised

he would turn down
the opportunity to lead
an empire?

Commonwealth.

Semantics.

I just hope

all this peace, unity,
and fat of the land

doesn't render us
complacent.

Critical systems failure
in machine shop 17.

Code orange
in machine shop 17.

Complacent. Right.

Critical systems failure...

Eeks! I'm aware of that.

How about
"critical systems repaired"

in machine shop 17, huh?

Andromeda, cut all power
to machine shop 17.

Acknowledged.

Captain Hunt,

you're still my choice
for first Triumvir.

Well, thank you,
Madame Prevor,

but I will best
serve the Commonwealth

at the helm of my ship.

I'm more of a soldier
than I am a politician.

Then what sort of person
would you endorse,

Captain?

Oh, I don't know.
Maybe someone

who single-handedly,
as prime minister,

gave Ne'Holland
a bill of civil rights?

That sort of person...

Don't anybody look at Rosey.

It's not her fault.

It's definitely something else.

I've located
two more ruptures
in the power transfer line.

Let's discuss this.

After you.
As your friend,

I give you fair warning.

Without you as first Triumvir,

many member worlds

are scared to commit
their fleets and planets

to Commonwealth control.

Some delegates

are even looking
for an excuse

not to ratify
the charter,

an excuse to get out.

Then it will be my job

not to give them
that excuse.

Excuse me, Madame Prevor.

Captain Hunt, may I have a word?

Why, yes.

I'll just be
a moment.

Rommie?

What's up?

Smile.

Excuse me?
Smile.

Oh, okay, okay.

I'm, uh, I am smiling.

We have a problem.

What did Harper do?

Well...

Congratulations,
Captain Hunt.
Hi.

Although it did originate
in Harper's machine shop,

I've traced it
to the AI Core,

and now it's spreading
to my mainframe functions.

How are you?

Rommie, you picked a bad day
to break down.

It's not me.

It's sabotage.

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.

How bad is it?

Harper and Rommie are running
a diagnostic and repair
on the AI Core, but,

it's anyone's guess
when they'll strike again.

I intentionally took us
into an uninhabited system

to safeguard against
external threats.

That narrows
your suspects.

It's either your
trusty crew, or--

Fifty politicians. Imagine.

Time to learn even more
about our guests.

- We should search their quarters.
- Do it,

and if they object,
do it anyway.

Stop.

Nietzschean delegate
number four, a senator
from the Mandau system.

What kind of life
does a Nietzschean mother expect
for her son

when she names him
Genghis Stalin?

He's said to be
a delightful conversationalist.

Stop.

Zhukov Pashtun,

senator from
the Sabra homeworld,

military intelligence,

former secretary
of the Sabra politburo.

Family ties and financial
support?

Processing deep intelligence.

No wives or children,
estranged from parents,

finances unknown.

Keep going.

He matches the profile.
Are you sure?

No, I'm not sure.

Next.

I'm sure you'll agree
a mutual defense pact

would be greatly beneficial
to both parties...

And then I followed
your exploits

as you spirited refugees

across the Magog
Quarantine Zone

after the fall
of Brandenburg Tor,
hmm, hmm, hmm.

Thank you very much,
First Counselor Cernun,

for your interest
in my career.

Oh, your storied career.

I teach a class
called "Operational History
of the High Guard"

at the Sinti Strategic
Studies Institute.

You are the Commonwealth's
greatest asset.

Stop.

His name is James Severin,

but he's not Nietzschean.
He's human.

Deeper background.

Credit reports
and medical records.

What about that hospital stay?

When you were at
Mercy hospital...

Repaired a shattered ulna.

Huh.

Accessing previous x-ray.

He's had his bone blades removed
so he could pass as a human.

Hey.

Shall I shoot you
while you're squatting there,

or would you like
to stand up first?

My internal defenses
just activated.

That rules out
the admiral.

Get Harper.
Mm-hmm.

Glad you could make it.

Thank you.

Dammit, boss, I'm an engineer,
not a baby-sitter.

How come I have to baby-sit
the peanut gallery?

Come on, you know
I'm diplomacy-challenged.

I make fish angry.

Do whatever
you have to do,

but nobody
leaves that room.

What the hell
am I supposed to do

with a bunch
of four-eyed freaks?

Uh, sorry, sir.

Um, three-eyed freaks.

No. Here, right this way.

I have a show to do
for you.

Huh? You like magic?

Desk job,
orbital bus driver,

prison guard.

What are you doing?

Reviewing all of the jobs
I could be doing

other than putting my ass
on the line every day.

Yet here you are.

Ah, no peeking.

Okay.

All right, Madam.

Is your card...

Omega of stars?

No.

Uh, how about you,
Ambassador Orgo?

Now, take a close look
with your keen vision.

Do you have it?
Do you have it?

Anybody?

Did anybody pick
the Omega of stars?

Anybody? Anybody?

Come on, one of you politicos
must have the Omega of stars.

Who has
the Omega of stars?

Liars.

For my next trick,

Ambassador Orgo,

I'll need
your assistance, please.

Bravo, bravo.

Whoa, watch your step.

Hey...

Now, let's hear it
for Ambassador Orgo.

Internal defenses deactivated.

Tyr, don't shoot.

The Drago-Kazov sent you
to sabotage my ship.

I want to know their plans.

I want to know
who's giving the orders

Right now.

Look, you can talk to me,
or talk to him.

The choice is yours.

What the...

What the hell was that?

It wasn't the Drago-Kazov.

Whatever it was,

I don't think
we're going to like it.

Walking through walls,
we've seen this trick before.

Or not seen it.

Sorry.

This is different.

This time,
I can't even pick up
zero-Point emissions.

The arm that pulled Severin
through the wall

seemed pretty visible.

That's the problem.

I couldn't detect it
until I saw it,

and I still can't tell you
if the intruder
is on board or not.

Was it protecting Severin
from us, or us from Severin?

Let's just assume the worst.

OK, it's bad,
and we can't see it.

Maybe we don't have to see it.

How much do you weigh?

Excuse me?

The ship.
How much does it weigh?

Ah, because the intruder's mass
will distort my mass.

That's how
we can detect it.

Right you are.

I'll monitor
any gravitational hiccups
in my AG Field.

Activating
shipwide mass sensors.

My power is being diverted.

And concentrated.

Onto the Obs Deck.

Now, anybody can pull a rabbit
out of an empty hat, huh?

But how about a rabbit's foot?

Bravo!

Thank you.

Or even better
than a rabbit's foot,

how about a gerbil?

Oh, my.

Lester?

Here, gerbil, gerbil,
gerbil, gerbil.

Ta-dah!
We made him disappear.

Bravo!

Thank you, thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

Take a bow, Ambassador.

Bravo, bravo!

Let's see what else
we can make disappear.

What do you think, Ambassador?

Whooh!

I'm flooding
the Obs Deck
with sensor energy.

I can't stop it.

It'll microwave
everyone to death.

Harper, get them out of there.

He can't hear you.

What's wrong with your ship?

We're being irradiated!

No, fear not,
it's all part of the magic.

Remember, Admiral...

Right this way, please.

Remember, magic is not logical.

Magic is magical.

It's all part
of the illusion.

Why are your doors sealed?

Uh, they're not.

It's the old sticky-doors-
trapped-in-a-room gag.

It's designed to create
the illusion

of mass hysteria.

Good job, people.

Now, give me
a moment,

and watch
as I try to get them open.

Ta-dah.

Follow us.

All right, let's go.

All right, come on.

Just hold on, my dear.
Everything will be fine.

Glad that's over.

I guess the cat's
out of the bag, huh?

You think?

Dylan wants them in the
Slipstream control center.

The Slipstream
control center?

For their protection.

You put us in
your Slipstream Core

to protect us?

So what's next,

the nuclear reactor
to save our lives?

It contains
three layers of bulkheads,

and truly, sir,
it is safer

than where you are standing
right now.

Friends, friends,

let's not panic
or bicker with each other.

Surely, we can
stay together

and follow instructions, hmm?

Let's all act
like adults here.

Yeah, yeah, come on.
Let's go, people.

Hold hands
with your buddy.

Come on, hold hands
with your buddy,
move it along.

Move it along.

Come along. Take care.
No need to worry.

Admiral, please.

Keep going, single file.

Gold stars for everybody.

Show's over.

Back in the bus.
Back in the bus.

Thank you.

You're doing great.

Don't worry, the captain's got
everything under control.

He's got everything
under control, right?

That's right.

Keep up.
No lagging behind.

You, in the back,
Nietzscheans too. Come on.

I'm guessing he'll choose
a high-visibility target,

probably Zhukov.

That's one nomination
Zhukov doesn't want.

I don't like the idea
of using live bait,

but it's the only way.

Dylan,

I think it's here.

We're being paraded like
cattle to a sausage shop.

I won't go further.

Stay here.

We'll be
in Slipstream control.

You're as scared
as the little one.

Absolutely...
Or doesn't that make sense?

Gentlemen, gentlemen...

Look out!

This way, this way.

Move, move!

He's very strong.

Madame Prevor,
Madame Prevor...

Are you all right?

Yes, yes. Yes, I am.

What is that thing?

We don't know.

You don't know?

Then I say

we get to our transports,
call our ships,

and go home.

No, that's exactly
what they want,
to break us apart.

Captain Hunt is right.

There's no place safer
than on the Andromeda.

So, where's your
protection now, Captain?

She was standing
right next to me,

and I couldn't do anything
to protect her.

Don't reproach
yourself.

There are still
47 politicians left.

So it's only subtraction to you,
is it?

Those dead delegates,
Tell that to their families.

Who'll write
that letter?

You, Captain Hunt?

Call your fleets.

We'll ratify the charter
another day.

Tyr...

We catch Severin.

It kills him,
so he won't talk,

but since it's obviously
not Drago-Kazov,

what does it want?

The Commonwealth has
more than one enemy.

Then why doesn't it
just destroy me?

It would seem
to have the ability.

Then there's no one left
to tell the tale.

The best way
to kill a dream

is to discredit the dream.

And me.

If the Commonwealth's
most powerful asset

can't protect
a few delegates,

then what good
is the Commonwealth?

We'll just have to show them
how good it is.

You cannot let the delegates
leave this ship.

Why not?

Remember how I came back
from a bad future?

Yes. You said
you had mistakes to fix.

This is the mistake
I came back to fix.

Explain.

In that future,

we also held
a charter convention

on the Andromeda,

only somebody sabotaged it,
and we never figured out who.

We still don't know who.

True, but the delegates left
for their respective homeworlds.

That was followed
by a huge alien attack.

Keeping them on board
will stop that attack?

I don't know, but I do know
that this is the moment

when things could go
terribly wrong.

Trance, right now I have
about a million questions.

I will answer what I can,

but first, you have to stop
those delegates.

If the intruder can
bypass my defenses at will,

it can do the same
to the delegates' transports.

Andromeda,
seal all hangar doors.

Don't let one delegate
off this ship.

Order acknowledged.

Rommie, you're with me.

Captain,
I appreciate your escort,

but it's quite unnecessary.

I'm afraid
it isn't.

Clearly our name's number one
on the hit list.

Then perhaps
it might be better for all of us

if I walked alone.

Not on my ship.

Here, we walk together.

That is what they looked like
right before they attacked us.

I've never seen ships
like that.

I saw them, millions of them,

popping up from everywhere,
right in front of us,

and then just disappearing.

The amount of energy required

for dimension-shifting ships
of that number

doesn't exist in a galaxy.

It's a scientific
impossibility.

That is also what we thought.

No!

Dammit, Rommie.

What are these things?

Rommie...

I can't imagine
so formidable a species

would need Severin,
a Nietzschean,

to do their legwork
for them.

Agreed.

Severin never worked
for these creatures.

He was with the Drago-Kazov.

He was just in the wrong place
at the wrong time,

much like we are.

I don't think they're here
to stop the Commonwealth.

These creatures
don't give a damn

about the Commonwealth.

So what the hell are they,
and what are they doing here?

A ship just materialized
in front of us.

And it's firing.

That's it. That's the ship.

Battle stations.

Tyr, fire.

It disappeared.

My sensors can't find it
anywhere.

That's impossible.

The ship's reappeared,
starboard 30.

Tyr, return fire.

Trance, tell me how
we fought these guys.

I don't know everything,

but I do know
that we couldn't fight them.

They won.

Then tell me how they one.

Maybe that will make
the difference.

Dylan, nothing is going to make
a difference now.

We've come too far
into that bad future.

The Andromeda
will be incinerated,

and you will all die.

We should head back to Xinti
and regroup

till we figure out
what they want.

The enemy ship
has reappeared.

Starboard,
82 degrees.

Switching fire control
to target two.

We're wasting our fire.

Let's make them
waste theirs.

Defensive missiles.

There. Now we got your number.

I'm detecting a second ship.

Two ships, above and below.

One sensor drone.

Track their visible movements.
Beka, zigzag.

Got to love the crazy Ivan.

Captain, I'm detecting
multiple Slipstream events.

More ships,
four light-minutes out.

Looks like they're from
the member worlds.

That works.

Like I said, people,
Unity is a great thing.

Tell them to join the fight.

Dylan, they're not responding.

And they're not attacking.

Excellent, captain.

I'll be right there.

Acknowledge that.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
Wait a minute.

No one's going anywhere,
captain's orders.

You understand.

Get out of my way,
little man.

My fleet is here

to take me home.

Go ahead.

Don't mind
if we just stand here

and listen to your ship
go "boom" in the firefight.

Let me introduce myself.

I'm not only the senator
from Sabra.

I'm also an admiral,

and a pretty good pilot,

so who's coming with me?

Well, all right,
wait a minute.

Let me reintroduce myself.

I'm Seamus Harper,

and this...

Is my line
in the sand.

If you're not with me,
you're against me.

All right, all right.

Go ahead.
Get the hell out of here,

because if you don't,
I'll put a bullet in your head.

Either way, you die, Admiral.

You talk right.

I believe this crew
will fight for survival.

Now...

Prove to me you can
defeat these ships.

That's his challenge.

Prove it, and you've got
a fighting fleet.

Terrific.
Now it's an audition.

We're getting a data dump
on the alien ship movements.

Good. I want to know
where to lay down fire.

Inconclusive.

Their movements
are too random

for me to reasonably predict
their positions for targeting.

So it's still a crapshoot.

Maybe I can improve
those odds.

Trance, replace Tyr
on fire control.

I don't want to make
any more mistakes.

You have already faced them.
That's an advantage.

Dylan, I told you,
I know enough to know
that we are in trouble.

But I don't
know enough

to know how
to get us out of it.

You told me once
that we shape our future
with our intentions.

Well, I intend to survive
no matter what.

I know you can do this.

Do it.

Missiles, aft, uh, 30 degrees.

Fire.

Starboard, 22 degrees.

Fire.

Yeah, that's it, baby!

Scared money walks,
sweet sugar-action talks.

I heard that one
in a casino once.

Firing.

Yes!

Rommie, tell Mr. Harper
we just passed the audition.

Aye.

The Commonwealth charter,

for your ratification,
sir.

Tell your captain
I'm on my way.

Ow. Nietzscheans.

Call me.

All right, Trance.

Give me some more of that
sweet sugar-action thing.

Aye.

Enemy ships,

multiple vectors
heading for us,
and disappearing.

What should I do?

What you've been doing,
only times 30.

Beka, get us
out of here.

The Commonwealth fleet
is engaging the enemy ships.

What do you know?
It's the cavalry.

We're being hailed.
Fleet Admiral Zhukov.

Put him through.

Admiral.

So how do we whip these bogeys,
Hunt?

There's one way
to fight a superior opponent.

Well, I've never fought
a superior opponent.

Asymmetric warfare,
it's an area denial strategy.

You're going to carpet bomb
space?

I like it.

They can only pop up
in the areas we choose,

like that old earth game
of whack-a-mole.

Right.

Uh, let the games begin.

Fire.

A lot.

I think
we just created a new future.

Rommie: Twelve more alien ships
just appeared.

Now, another six.

They're firing.

Where are they coming from?

Rommie, we need answers.

Another 10 ships.

Not numbers. Answers.

They're firing.

This is just what
happened before.

They just appeared,
and they overwhelmed us.

Come on, people,
a hundred ships

just don't appear
out of thin air.
It's not possible.

Unless...

Maybe we can find them
the way we found our intruders.

Rommie?

I'm detecting
a massive gravity well

ten light-minutes out.

Mapping it.

Looks like we're on
the wrong side of a drain.

Based on mass,

it appears to be
a dimensional tunnel

from another
universe.

That's it.

That's how they overran us.

We never saw it.

But we see it now.

Another universe,
It's unbelievable.

A sort of pocket universe,
perhaps,

cut off from our own.

And eager to wreak havoc.

Rommie, how is this possible?

Best guess?

Maybe there's a massive
generator in that universe
that can power their ships

and allow them
to dimension-shift.

The only way
they can keep that baby
open for business

is if they harnessed the energy
from all the suns in a galaxy,

and speaking as
an experienced genius, people,

that is some pretty advanced
technology.

I'm thinking it would take them
more than 10,000 years

to accumulate
that kind of power.

That's interesting,
because it'll take us
less than one day

to destroy it.
How?

Mr. Harper,
how's Roseanne feeling?

Well, bossanova,

although
Rosey'd been saving herself

for a nice big
Magog worldship lunch,

I'd say a universe-crunching
dimensional time tunnel

pretty much qualifies

as a break-glass-in-emergency
kind of emergency,

so, in short,
Rosey's ready to rumba.

All right, I'm on my way.

Andromeda, disengage.

Roseanne needs a Maru-sized limo
to take her to the dance.

Beka, no.

Dylan is going to pilot.

Why shouldn't I pilot
my own ship?

Why shouldn't you pilot
your own ship?

Because you did
last time,

and it didn't
work out.

Trance, when you...

when the new you showed up,

a future me tesseracted
back in time with you.

Don't pretend
like you don't know
what I'm talking about.

Cybernetic eye patch,
facial scars, robotic hand.

That's right.

You and I survived
because of a mistake,

a mistake that we made.

We survived.
Where's the mistake?

That is the mistake.

Only we survived.

Dylan, meet Roseanne.
Roseanne, Dylan.

Let's just say
you don't want her
to fall on you,

'cause, man,
she is heavy.

Maybe that's not so polite.
Sorry, Rosey.

Let's call her "pretty plus."

Can she blow up that tunnel?

Are you kidding?
Rosey may look sweet but

she's got a temper meaner
than three nova bombs, cubed,

and an angry Vedran
after he catches me
with his daughter.

I never authorized you
to build anything that powerful.

So I added a daughter.

Tell me how this thing works.

All right.

Timing is everything.

Fly low and slow,
drop it down the center,

then get as far away
as you can fast,

'cause when Rosey blows,
the universe knows.

I understand the risks.

I don't think you do.

In Trance's future,

you didn't know about
the dimensional tunnel,

but you did get the idea
to use Harper's Rosanne.

to blow up a star.

Well sure. That way,

we would incinerate all
the ships in the system.

After we slipstream out,
first, of course.

Huh. I was a pretty smart guy
in Trance's future.

Yeah.

Well, I volunteered
to take the bomb in the Maru.

And I sent Trance with you?

Dylan,
they ambushed the Maru.

I dropped the bomb too soon

before you could slip out
of the system.

I killed her.
And the Commonwealth.

Then I should go.

Put us in a different future,
maybe a better one.

It already is a better one,

because now I know what I can do
to make it better,

for you, for the rest
of the crew,

for the universe.

How many people can say that?

I can.

You won't be disappointed.

I know.

You know?

That's good.

Tyr, what are you doing here?
I need you on fire control.

Trance has been
acquitting herself quite nicely.

I believe I'm gonna be
of better service
protecting Beka

from any
dimension-Shifting intruders.

Dylan, enemy ships incoming.
Report to command.

On my way.

Well...

Go,

and good luck.

Rommie, status.

They're engaging Zhukov's fleet
at three light-minutes out.

Let's join the battle.

Hurry, Beka.

Tyr, why did you
really come with me?

Fly the ship, Beka.

You and I have overcome
greater odds

and emerged stronger.

We will again.

The aliens outnumber
Zhukov's fleet ten to one,

but he's holding
his own.

Way to go, Admiral.

Andromeda,
let's reinforce their flank.

I'm detecting 10,000 enemy ships
emerging from the tunnel.

It's beautiful.

Remember my admonition
about becoming complacent?

About forgetting
what it means to test our will
against the universe?

Well, we have two.

Yeah, but we're going to win
this time.

Coming in
low and slow.

Preparing to launch Roseanne.

Ready in ten,

nine,

eight,

seven.

Tyr!

Five,

four,

three,

two,

one!

Tyr!

Rommie, get us out
of this gravity wave!

Zhukov, get your fleet
out of here!

We're clear.

Beka did it!

Rommie, find the Maru.

Scanning.

Guys, when Beka and Tyr

destroyed the tunnel,
they also took out
the aliens' generator.

Every alien ship
in the freakin' system

just dimension-shifted
into "sayonara, senorita."

Rommie, the Maru...

I found it.

It's on its way
back to the ship...

On autopilot.

Beka? Tyr?

Beka?

Tyr?