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Incoming message
from Triumvir Tri-Jema.

Captain Hunt.

I'll get right
to the point.

There was a no-confidence vote
against me in the senate.

Well, at least
they're casting votes,
not rocks.

What counts most
is that the citizens
trust in you.

Citizens can lose faith
more quickly
than anything else,

especially when their belief
is manipulated,

when their opinions
are shaped through fear,

fear for their future.

Then they listen to men
with quick fixes.

You are headed
to the Ganglia Drift.

to improve and update
Andromeda Ascendant's
systems and weapons.

Yes, we are.

On Ganglia,
there is an Augur,

one who sees the future
and is never wrong.

Never wrong.
Well, that's a trick I'd like to know.

It lives on the Drift,

owned by a man
who named himself
Citizen Eight.

Ah, yes. We're dealing
with him right now.

He's rebuilding
all our ships.

Rebuilding all of your ships.

Correct. His family,
as you know,

had ties to the Commonwealth
from before the Fall,

built the fleet
lost at Witchhead.

The eighth generation
is now in control,

and the relationship
is not as good
as it used to be.

Citizen Eight plans
to replace me, Dylan.

He's behind this move
against me.

I'll help you
in any way I can.

It is the entire Commonwealth
that needs your help,

because if Eight supplants me,

his first act as Triumvir

will be to replace
the captain
of Andromeda Ascendant.

Okay.

We are well
into that first act.

Stop him, Captain Hunt.

Nullify the Prescient,
if you must.

It foretold of problems
on your ship,

the destruction
of repair workers.

There is already alarm
spreading on the Drift

concerning your arrival.

So people believe
what it says,

and Eight tells it
what to say.

The Prescient says
I am corrupted,

for sale, that you
are even more so.

People are believing it.

Thousands are on pilgrimage
to Ganglia Drift.

The Prescient is due
to give a prediction

to coincide
with the next vote.

No doubt it will be
against me.

If Citizen Eight
takes advantage

of this next prophecy, Dylan,

he could not only ruin us,

but hold the entire
Commonwealth hostage.

From today on,

eight is an unlucky number.

Our shipment
of worker droids

from Ganglia has gone berserk.

I've isolated
the sector hangar

where the droid workers
are attacking.

So they just suddenly started
tearing the place apart?

Uh-huh.
It's so hard to find
good help these days.

No kidding.

Not to worry
I've got their numbers.

Resonance frequencies.

I'll fry their circuits
with the push of a button.

Okay, on three.

One, two...

What are the worker droids
doing with weapons?

Those babies explode.

They're emitting
a jamming frequency.

I've got to get closer.

That's bad.

Take it out, take it out now!
Take it out, Harper!

I got it.
Now or sooner, Harper.

Door!

Clear! It's going to blow.

Nice shooting, Tex.

Cover me!

Harper.

Door!

Maybe the
electromagnetic pulse

was an itsy-bitsy-bit
too strong.

Rebooting.

Beka.

Well, whatever you did,
Mr. Harper, it worked.

And by the way,

you're in charge of cleanup.

Citizen Eight.

The universe
is a dangerous place,

but in our future,
my crew and I
fight to make it safe.

I am Dylan Hunt, Captain
of the Andromeda Ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

Corporations, subsidiaries,
shell companies,

and tax havens
owned by Citizen Eight.

A web of synergistic power
across three galaxies.

He inherited much of it,

though the new buildup
of the Commonwealth fleet
hasn't hurt.

So, my work's directly
responsible for his gains.

I guess it gives me the right
to undo it if I have to.

His major earnings, however,
come from weapon sales

and other enterprise
related to the ongoing war.

He distances himself
from these.

The money trail
has been difficult to follow.

Incoming message
from Ganglia Drift.

He's a step ahead.
Pretty good.

It's an invitation

to Captain Dylan Hunt
of the Andromeda Ascendant.

Accept the invitation,
Rommie.

Rommie, Andromeda,

once this retrofit
is complete,

I'm going to spend
the rest of my life

caring for
every new system,

re-exploring every nook
and cranny,

from your stem to your stern.
Talk about exciting.

Really? I thought
you'd be more excited

to be exploring the Drift
and all its iniquities.

Well, that, too.

It is famous for
its iniquitousness.

You know, here, there really
are nooks and crannies.

Dangerous ones,
and Dylan wants you
to stay out of them.

I'm a grown man.

No, you're not.
Am, too.

Are not.

We are looking
for Captain Hunt.

We are supervising
your retrofit.

Ti-Ki is my work designate.

I will respond
to that name.

This is Ron-Dai.

We were scheduled
to meet your captain

on command deck.

Well, uh, you're headed
the right way.

It's just down the...

Um...

You know, I'm thinking
it's a little bit
complicated.

Maybe I should, uh...

show you the way.
I'm thinking
I should stay on board

and oversee the retrofit,

make sure Ron-Dai and Ti-Ki

have everything
they need.

Harper, Seamus Harper.

Uh,
Lieutenant Seamus Harper.

Sometimes, I double
as the engineer.

It's a medal for bravery.

Welcome aboard.

Harper, when are
you going to realize
that your luck,

as you would call it,
will never change?

Although you've become
quite a connoisseur

of women walking away
from you.

Uh, uh...

So how long
will retrofitting
the Androme take?

You have
plenty of time
to enjoy the sights.

Good. It's been
a while since we had some
good, old-fashioned fun.

Unfortunately,
some of us
have to work.

You know what?

I think I'm going
to try my luck.

Really?

I've got debts to pay.

Looks like it's just you
and me.

Uh... Yeah. Maybe somebody
should watch her back, boss.

Uh, we'll be here
when you get out?

Fine, just keep
your eyes open.

Yes! Boss?

Captain Dylan Hunt,
Andromeda Ascendant.

He's expecting me.
He just doesn't know
what's coming.

You know,
each one of these

is worth more than
anything should be.

How do you suppose
they get that way, huh?

Pressure.
Oh, yeah, of course,
I know that.

Real pressure, yeah, yeah,
or nature, huh?

Oh, but then again,

I'm not telling you
anything, Dylan,

that you don't
already know.

I know more than
you'd like, probably.

For instance, I know
that you didn't finish

what you intended to do
on my ship.

Oh, you think
I was involved with that?

Well, you know,

coincidences exist,
definitely,

but conspiracy? No.

Workers who I own

evidently go berserk
on your ship

for reasons
that are still unclear.

The Prescient said that
there would be chaos
on the Andromeda.

Maybe you should cancel
your retrofit.

No, I think
I'll play this one out.

Well, according
to my investigations,

a young, unrestrained man
on board

apparently set off some kind
of an electric discharge

of some sort.

Maybe that's to blame.

Anyway.

Anyway, regardless of all that,

you're here,
and you're safe.

Sounds like a threat.

A threat?
Why, are you threatened?

Is Tri-Jema threatened?
I'm your biggest fan.

I'm Commonwealth's
biggest fan. I love
the Commonwealth.

Why threatened? What, what,
for what possible reason?

Threatened.

Not much reason ever
goes into some
people's reasons, Eight,

except that they just want
what they want,

and they're willing to lie,
cheat, and steal to get it.

Huh. well,

because nature,
in all its grandeur,

has created a creature

that can tell
the future,

this makes me a bad guy?

I can't control
the Prescient.

The Prescient tells
the future of every person

without mistake.

Can I do that?

Why don't

we have the Prescient
read your future?

You know, Dylan,

people listen to it,

because they need
to believe in something.

Nobody forces them,
least of all me.

Now, let's come see
for yourself.

Come on, it'll be fun!

So many people
with so many questions,

all here for answers.

Well, hello there, Arans.
Nice to see you.

Beka Valentine.
Seamus Harper.

Hey, how did he...
It's my business to know.

Yeah,
it's a business
we're interested in.

You're in good hands.

High priestess
Misabo Ahm,

meet Dylan Hunt,

captain of
the Andromeda Ascendant,

and his officers.

Adieu.

Welcome,
and be welcomed.

Where you have been,
where you are going,

meets you here.

Why don't one of you two
go first?

I'll go first.

Enable me through
what has gone

so I may see,
so you may see.

So I guess I feed it?

This is your past,
Beka Valentine.

Forgotten by your parents,

you fought and searched
for recognition.

You must prove
who you really are.

In your foretold fate

twelve will do
to save the day.

This is your past,
Seamus Harper.

In a world gone wrong,

then simply gone,

your mind was refuge.

Your mind has never
seen its worth.

Hey, flattery'll
get you everywhere.

In your foretold fate

two women will reveal
themselves to you,

make you hold them
until they are secure.

No!

And I know exactly
which two.

Thank you, thank you.

You were dead.

Three hundred years,

dead.

Resurrected.

Well, I wasn't...

dead, dead.

We feel for you, Captain.

You are in our future
as well.

Okay.

Your foretold fate,
Dylan Hunt.

You will betray the leaders
and the people
of the Commonwealth.

Excuse me?

You know,
I really don't...

Uh, you know, I think we've
overstayed our welcome here.

Thank you for my fortune.
It's lovely.

Uh, Beka?

Mmm.

Whoa.
Ti-Ki and Ron-Dai
are my destiny,

so obviously,
we're getting out of this.

Or maybe not.

All right.

I think I just changed
our fortune.

So how did it go?

An attempt on my crew.

That's not smart.

You think that's my fault?

You have
severely miscalculated.

How? By using every bit
of influence I have

on this Drift
to protect you?

You know, the word
of the prediction

has gotten out.

Don't tell me. I know.

I'm to blame for that, too.

I have to lie down.
I'm sorry.

Oh, please.

You know, I think,

I think that you're unhappy

with your fortune.

If the Commonwealth
doesn't like the Prescient,

it's welcome to buy it.

It's for sale.

Meanwhile,

silencing it

will cause a lot more
trouble for you

than if you let it speak.

You're forgetting.

I'm after who
it's speaking for.

There's no higher purpose
for this Eight than himself.

I know.

It's what he's
connected to
that alarms me.

What's he connected to?

Something unholy
is coming,

and it does not
want us to be there

when it arrives.

The Prescient is tied
to it somehow,

perhaps against its will.

And you believe
the Prescient
can tell the future,

but we're not part
of that future.

Not if Eight has his way,

and the dark powers
he answers to.

powers that would like
to see you dead.

Yes, sir.

The Andromeda
is really going to hum

once this retrofit's
complete.

Uh... On the other hand,

you're probably
asking yourselves,

who designed
these AP converters,

so subtle, yet so complex
in their conceptualization?

Who could it possibly be?

I need a spanner.

Me, that's who.

Say, what exactly
are you two

doing here?
I'm not sure I follow.

And believe me,
I would know,
even though I don't.

Okay. A spanner, huh?

I have my very own
personal pocket,

although a spanner

will do just fine.

Anyhoo.

If you want to help,
you could figure out

how to reintegrate
the cool air in here.

Yeah. I talked
to the ship's avatar,

the one I designed,

and she's working
on it.

I guess sometimes,
the simplest things
are the hardest.

Everyone who gets
their fortune told touches
the food.

It's the one thing
in common.

Investigating
the food source

has revealed yet another link
to Eight.

He's directly responsible
for procuring it and
shipping it to the temple.

Where's the food made?

That information is proving
very difficult to locate.

Ah, it's definitely
its weakness, then.

They're hiding it.

All right, for now,
let's find out
what the food is made of.

Here comes Beka.

I love it here.
Can we stay?

Uh...

I'd like it
if you could maybe
give us 15 more minutes.

Hmm. You want a distraction?

Yeah.
You got it.

Hey.

Hey there, boys.

How you doing?

Who wants to play smik-spank?

Huh? Who's in, who's out?
I don't got all day.

Huh? What about you?

- How much you got there?
- Just throw it down.

Ten thousand?

Yeah.

Why don't we
double it?

Yeah.

You don't think so?

You don't think I can do it?

My fellow aliens, it's time
to put your money

where your eating cavities are.

Lay it down. Ante up.

All right.

You can do it in 10 seconds?

Twenty thousand
says you can't.

Count it down, cowboy.

Three, two, one.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you,
thank you.

Come on, buddy.

Oh, oh, wait. Um...

I will bet you

this gun against
that necklace.

I can steam-clean
every one's clothes

in here before you get
a chance to take it off.

Yeah.

Yeah.

And there goes
the guard. Thank you, Beka.

Now? Hmm.
Oh, yeah.

How many ricochets
was that?

12.

Twelve ricochets.

Twelve will do
to save the day.

All right, let's hurry
before the guard comes back.

It's over here.

I love how you do that.

Here you go.

Ah, thank you.
You done?

Uh, yeah.

All right, let's, uh...

see what's for dinner.

I've examined
the Prescient's food.

It's micro-folded layers
of brain tissue,

rich with neural chains
of g-cells and
enteric neurotransmitters.

That's something
you could grow
in replication vats.

Yes.

Glabrous pads
in an organic's hands

excrete neurons
with electrochemical
information.

There's a piezoelectric charge
between the layers,

so when an organic
touches the food,

the energy level jumps.

Neural chains relayed
by a-beta and delta fibers

in the food are then digested
and decoded

by the Prescient.

So to get
your fortune told,

you feed the alien.
To feed the alien,

you touch the food,
and your strongest emotions

and thoughts are
transferred to the food.

It's very convincing.

Hmm. And if it knows
your secrets,

you would believe
anything that it says.

But somehow, Eight
is influencing
the Prescient.

All right,
we have to get back
to that temple.

But Dylan, you're not a very
popular person down here.

Yeah, I know. I feel
like a politician.

Ladies, ladies, please,

there's enough Harper
to go around for everyone.

Harper!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess,
if you don't count

the total eclipse
of my entire life.

What life?

Ha!

I found something.
Meet me downtown.

Greetings, oh,
Mistress of Material Management.

A program code.

Hmm.

Whoa.

Ultra-high density.

Ultra-ultra-high
density.

I've contained them
in a matrix.

Otherwise,
they'd be traveling
to their destinations.

Which are?

Every system
and sub-system in me.

I'm jealous.

A slave driver, huh?

Quite a sophisticated one.

I'm proud that I found it.

I suspect one or more
of the workers on board.

No, not Ron-Dai.

not Ti-Ki either?

Harper, why don't you find
yourself a nice girlfriend?

I tried building one,
but she doesn't want me.

And because, yes,
the universe is big,

but finding one Mrs. Harper,
let alone two.

Accessing Harper
quote archive.

If you're a bad hunter,
the woods are always empty.

That archive is private.

Not so much.

You, Dylan Hunt,
are mysterious in ways
we have not seen.

Really?

Well, how can that be?
I thought
you knew everything.

We knew
you would come back.

Well, then you know
why I'm here, don't you?

I need to know more
about you

and the Prescient.

Where did you come from?

We came from the light.

It's a place that
no longer exists.

No longer exists.

This wouldn't...

happen to have anything
to do with

The Abyss or the Magog,
now, would it?

They go by many names.

We escaped death

only to be captured
by Nietzscheans.

We were passed

from hand to hand,

planet to planet.

At times, it was all
we could do

to keep the darkness
at bay.

We ended here.

I'm sorry.

My people valued truth
above all things.

The pure motivation.

Bonded pairs
were bred for truth.

Together, we see
for a lifetime.

It's beautiful.

And true.

So the two of you together,

you knew
when people were lying.

Bonded pairs kept our society
free from many ills.

The future
held few lies

and fewer disputes.

He says
when bad things came,

they came unexpectedly
from the sky.

So you could read
everybody else's future,

but not your own.

We also knew
you would understand.

We ask you now,
Captain Hunt,

where do we find warmth
in a cold universe?

Well, if you, uh...

don't know the answer,

then how would I?

I guess,

I guess that's why
we have hope.

The Commonwealth
brings this for you?

Yes.

Yes, it does.

Not all of the universe
is dark.

We are not free,

free to join
or be citizens or share.

We have been made
a commodity.

Our skill,
it has become grotesque.

I'll help you.

You cannot.

I can tell you
of another prediction.

The Prescient has foretold

that it will be
the last thing
Eight ever sees.

We are linked with him...

forever.

No escape.

I need to ask you
for a favor.

Misabo's codes are working.

And we're
in Eight's office.

I'm detecting a data port
in the bookshelf.

Here it is.

Accessing.

Hurry up, Rommie.

The Prescient's food
is from
the Sig Delmond system,

fifth planet
deep in an 18-planet system.

Captain Hunt!

Would this be an ideal time

for me to offer you
a new allegiance?

To something
that will last,

unlike the Commonwealth.

I have a better idea.

I'm going to find
the Prescient's
food source

and destroy it.

There will be
no more predictions.

Snake.

Hostility against
a member planet?

Congress will never
give permission.

I'd never ask.

You don't seem to understand
what's going on here, Dylan.

I'm offering you
a position beside me.

An allegiance, you said.

Well, it's not like you have
a whole bunch

of choices, do you?

You're in quite a spot.

Many on this Drift
want you dead.

I'm managing.

All right,
let me put it this way.

Don't join me,

and your time here is up.

A bit of advice,

Eight.

Never threaten a man
who could cut you

in two.

You can't touch me.

I'm too important
to the Commonwealth.

I'm rebuilding
all their ships.

One of them
is yours.

There's no one else
who can do that

as quickly

and well and cheaply.

Across these three galaxies,
I am essential,

and you're going
to stop me?

It is your duty
to protect me.

You know
nothing about duty.

I know this.

It is the first duty

of a person in power

to stay in power.

You know how I do that,

Dylan?

Among the many things
that I manufacture

is consent.

The Prescient
helps me do that,

because it is its nature.

You can't stop that,

and you can't stop
the way people will support it.

Captain, history is made
at night.

The question is,

are you going to join
the real power

of those
who will make it?

I make history

in the light.

Here's a future
for you, Eight.

next time we meet,

it'll be the last.

This thing
is the nastiest,

scariest, absolutely coolest
bit of programming

I have ever seen, next to,

of course,
my own work.

It's isolated.
It should be removed.

I can't believe
those two did this.

That is so hot.

So what do we do?
What did the boss say?

Leave it.

Leave it?
Leave a slave driver?

Do not touch that device.

His words.

Well, I mean,
he has a plan, right?

We're not just going to

leave it, leave it.

Dylan Hunt will not

leave this Drift alive.

Prepare to cast off.

Your systems
are not fully functional.

Escort these women to the brig,

hold them,

and make sure they're secure.

Beka, plan a course
for Sig Delmond.

We'll destroy the Prescient's
food source

and let the future
fend for itself.

Approaching slipstream point.

Eight has launched
transport ships, and they
are following us.

We're being hailed
from the Drift.

On screen.

Leaving? Really?

I'm surprised.

I didn't expect you would
talk before you fight.

Captain Hunt,

if you leave,
I will make a case
against you for treason.

Yeah, right.

I'm the traitor. I work
against the Commonwealth,

and since that is true,

load offensive missile tubes
one through 40.

Captain, I'm warning you.

Hunt out.

Dylan, a complication.

His ships are not transports.

They are marking us
for weapons fire.

Brace for impact.

Fire defensive missiles,
tubes 41 through 60.

Load AP cannons and close!

No response.
Automated defenses
are losing power.

The slave driver's
been activated.

Slipstream drive
is off-focus.

Rommie, you said you had
that slave program
under control.

There must've been
another one I missed.

Dylan.

And we're dead in space.

No control over any systems.

Dylan, you have to get Rommie
back online.

Eight has us backed
into a corner.

The next move is up to him.

Dylan, we better start
throwing stones,

because that's all
we've got left.

Incoming message
from the Ganglia Drift.

Put it up.

You sabotaged my ship.

You forced my hand, Captain.

I tried to explain it to you,

but you wouldn't listen.

You still can save yourself
and your crew.

The Commonwealth
will not last.

Forces beyond it
will change the course
of all consciousness.

It's a very public move

for someone who likes
to make history at night.

I saw an opening. I...
Now I control the fleet.

I control the Commonwealth.

I hope you don't mind.

We've been broadcasting
your comments

to all open
Commonwealth channels.

Now, Citizen Eight,

here's my definition
of history.

Rommie,

full battle blade extension.

Blades extended.

No, wait.

Open fire.

And so much
for Eight's ships.

Prep my Slipfighter.

We have told you
all that we can tell you.

There is nothing else.
You haven't told me.

Eight!

Captain.

Captain, captain, captain.

You, you've made things
very difficult for me,
I'll admit that,

but setbacks are just
part of a long life.

You're under arrest
for conspiracy and sabotage
against the Commonwealth.

Arrest? I don't believe
that anybody told me

that you have power
over me or over us.

No.

Ah!

I am a salesman,

a genius at that,
and you know what I found?

I found that
the best product,

after all is said and done,

is truth.

You sell lies.

You take advantage
of people's hopes and dreams,

and that's why
they believe you.

People believe, Dylan,

because they don't know
any better,

just like you.

You are only as good

as the universe
allows you to be.

Eight!

Luckily, I only have to be
better than you.

Two plus two plus...

The last thing
you'll ever see.

You're free now.

This is all we ever wanted,

was to have our own future.

And now you shall have it.

A Commonwealth ship
will take you.

Look at you.

Look how good you look, huh?

Ladies, the tiger
is on the loose.

Seamus Zelazny...

Seamus Zelazny Harper
and slipstream core,

all dressed up
and ready to go.

Big date
with Ron-Dai and Ti-Ki?

Yeah.

How do I look

for the twin mysteries
of love?

Right.

Well,

maybe they'll let them have
pen pals in prison.

That would be sweet.

What?

Oh, didn't you hear?

They were arrested
for sabotage.

I believe Dylan
said something like,

hold them. Make sure
they're secure.

Sound familiar?

My future.

My future.

Eight had a hand
in every corner
of the Commonwealth.

It won't be easy
to unravel his empire.

Yes, but in the long run,

his industries
will benefit us,
not our enemies.

Captain Hunt,
Dylan.

The Commonwealth and I
owe you a debt of gratitude.

You owe me nothing, Tri-Jema.

All my accomplishments,
I owe to the Commonwealth.

This is the reason
you are an inspiration
to so many

in these difficult times.

Well, thank you,
I'm flattered.

But you know me.

I prefer to stay
out of the spotlight.

Hey, there you are.

How's our leafy passenger?

Like me, happy to be away
from Eight.

Well, he was a fool.

He saw power as solitary.

Power has to be shared.

That is the key to survival.

I see many possible futures,

and few things
are certain,

but some are.

Dylan.

I know you are chosen.
You are the one.

"The one".

I don't know
what that means.

Give it some time.

Uh, I also know

that in the future,
you will betray
the Commonwealth,

and I do not know
how or why

or what will happen,
but you will.

Really?

Well, if I do betray
the Commonwealth,

I'm sure I'll have
a damn good reason.

Dylan, I'm being serious.

You do not know
what's coming.

Well, Trance,

life wouldn't mean much
without surprises,
now, would it?