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Hey.
Hey.

Just so you know,
there will be a short delay

in getting to Corboz.

You missed
a decision point
in slipstream?

Don't rub it in.

All right, where
did we end up?

Andromeda?

Baltria Cluster.

Which, if you think about it,
isn't such a bad thing.

I mean, we had to
refuel anyway.

So... I'll just go ahead

and tell Rommie
to arrange delivery?

Okay.

And once again, I apologize
for the pointless detour.

I'll bet you say that
to all the boys.

Captain, I'm receiving
an incoming message

from Baltria, something
about a prison riot.

They're New Commonwealth.

Don't tell me.
Let me guess.

We're on
prison detail.

Mm-hmm.

Things are
completely out of control.

They've been rioting
four days.

The guards
are afraid to go in.

We're not.

Just about
done here, Dylan.

Hey. Hey!

Hey.

Beka...

you've got to finish
with style.

Style's
not my style.

And that was
too easy.

My kind of fight.

It's more convenient
when their spirit's
already been broken.

Yeah, but don't
you feel bad

locking them back up
in this stink hole?

Sympathy
for a derelict element?

Pointless,
like indigestion.

Indigestion's
not pointless.

A circle's pointless.

Now you sound
like Harper.

You did it.

You stopped them
from breaking out,
overrunning the city.

It's what we do,
Patrius.

It's as simple
as that.

When one calls
for help,

one hardly expects
the top commander
of the Commonwealth

to answer that call.

We were in the neighborhood.

Sure, sure.

A lucky coincidence.

Yeah. Coincidence.

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.

Most of
these prisoners
are from a group

that long ago renounced
their peaceful-loving
Ch'kadau heritage.

They were lured
by greed

onto a path
of destruction.

I know all about them.

My AI has brought me
up to speed.

Then you must know
that we've been battling them

for hundreds of years.

At best, we've
only slowed their efforts.

Well, I can see that.

What you can see is nothing

compared to
what they're planning.

They want nothing less
than total annihilation
of the planet.

To do this...

Dylan, do you copy?

Excuse me.

Go ahead, Rommie.

Dylan, we have a problem.

On my way.

Three of the prisoners
are missing.

Two males, one female.

They appear to have escaped
the fortress.

Which ones are they?

According to
your own records,
these two,

in for multiple homicide

with bodily degeneration
weapons.

Shouldn't be too hard
to pick them out of a crowd.

Yeah, faces
only a mother could love.

You said three were gone.

Cell 90
was occupied,

but there is no information
on the prisoner.

Show me
the monitoring footage.

Magnify.

Check the criminal database
for a photo ID.

There must be a record
somewhere.

None. No name,
no record of her crime.

She must be a mole.

Believe me, I'm not surprised.

What you have to remember
about these...

Well, I'm surprised.

I mean,
isn't that quite a reach?

I mean, first, we're talking
about a missing prisoner.

Now, we're talking
about a spy?

She's right.

This woman could be part
of the previously mentioned
unsavory group

determined to trash the planet.

The Commonwealth
has been well aware of them

since long before
the Nietzschean uprising.

And of how dangerous they are.

I imprison them as I find them,
but there are always more.

They'll stop at nothing
to get what they want.

Now, this woman could
just be a common criminal

or, worse,
a bureaucratic oversight.

A holdover,

from before Baltria rejoined
the Commonwealth.

One way to find out
is ask her.

Let's go get her
and the others back here.

Shouldn't be too hard.
They're wearing ankle sensors.

I can
log on to the grid,
see if they're still emitting,

but the maps for the territories
outside the fortress

are confusing, even to me.

The trick is gonna be
trying to grab them

before they get too deep
into that maze.

All right, Beka.

Rhade, you work
with Rommie.

We'll let you know the second
their little adventure
into freedom is over.

Oh, and, Rommie,

verify that the other prisoners
are being held

on Commonwealth-approved
charges.

Standard procedure
with newly joined
homeworlds.

No offense taken,
Captain.

Commonwealth membership's
already proven its value,

and I'm hoping
it's just the beginning.

When I saw that woman
who had escaped,

my suspicions
were confirmed.

I believe that woman was sent

to gather information
about my fortress.

Information they'll use
to wipe out

the last of us
true Ch'kadau.

How?

By destroying this.

The Gol-Rashen.

The energy source
of the planet

of those trying
to save it,

that still honor
and draw life energy from.

Hey, what's the little panel
there, underneath the...

Thanks for the warning.

Sheesh! Good security system.

Too good.

Though it was created
over 300 years ago,

no one, in all of that time,
has been able to deactivate it,

let alone get past it.

It's impressive.

Patrius: This system
prevents theft.

It won't protect
the Gol-Rashen

if this fortress
is reduced to rubble.

You mean, the gem th...

The Gol-Rashen
would just be destroyed?

You really think
that's what they're planning?

Yes.

I want to rescue
the Gol-Rashen.

I wanna put it
somewhere safe.

but the system
protects it,
even from me.

So, you want me to try
to defeat it for you.

If anyone can,
you can.

You're not only
from the Commonwealth,

you, like this system,

are from 300 years ago.

Are you not?

I do my homework,
too, captain.

I challenge anyone
to argue now

that fate hasn't
played a hand.

I take back what I said
about the prison.

This place
is just as bad.

Mm.

Rommie,
are we getting close?

You are within
15 meters.

And you're picking up
two signals, Rommie?

Correct.

Because we don't see
anything.

Cancel that.

Freeze, freeze!

Vicious killers, huh?

I've seen better fights
from purse snatchers.

Purse snatchers
probably get
better nutrition

than these guys
and their prison food.

And incidentally,
as a former purse snatcher,

I resent that comment.

You were a purse snatcher?

Well, actually, the term
we preferred was

"active second-hand
salvage removers,"

but, yeah.

By the way, Beka,
nice style.

Really?

I feel like I tore my pants.

Captain, I won't lie to you.

Hope that someone
from the Commonwealth

might still know
how to get past this system

is the reason I joined.

Well, we're glad to have you
as a member

in spite of that.

Captain, please,
don't take me wrong.

Dylan, good news.

Go ahead, Beka.

Two down,
one to go.

The woman's gonna be
a little tougher.

Surely, they can
handle this on their own.

Bring your prisoners
back to the fortress.

We'll go after the woman.
Hunt out.

Captain, please,
I beg you, please,

stay and deal with
this problem first.

The Gol-Rashen
isn't going anywhere.

The escaped prisoner is.

Harper, Trance, you're with me.

Boss...

Maybe I should
stay behind,

see if I can crack
this system.

You're welcome
to try, Mr. Harper.
Good luck.

Oh, and be careful.

Watch and learn.

Patrius might have the planet's
best interests at heart,

but that prison
could not have been
farther from humane.

I'll address
that issue with him

once we recover
the escaped prisoner.

You feel that the situation
is more difficult

than you first thought?

We'll find her.

That's why I have you along.

I appreciate the flattery,
but I prefer honesty.

What's bothering you, Dylan?

I've been here before.

Well, surely,
the place has changed

in the past 300 years.

Only for the worse.

Get down!

I had a chance
to make a difference here.

Everything changes.
Everything stays the same.

Dylan, there she is.

There she goes.

All right, look.

You've got no place to go,

so why don't you just
come with us?

Did you feel her anger?
The intensity?

Right now...

I'm feeling my own confusion

turning into
my own anger.

I think you're right.

This is gonna be
a lot more difficult

than you first
thought.

Well, like I said before,
Trance...

That's why you
have me along.

That's right.

Any luck?
Yeah.

Well, we had her
cornered here,

but she walked right
through the wall.

She vanished.

People don't just vanish.

There's obviously
some kind of...

secret entrance.

What do you know?
Holographic architecture.

Well, this
is gonna be interesting.

Which way
did they go?

I can't tell.
I'm not sensing anything.

I am,
unfortunately,

and cursing my Nietzschean
sense of smell.

That way's the sewer.

That must be the way
to the fortress.

Maybe they went
down that way.

All right, we'll split up.

Beka?

Mm-mm.

Trance?

I'll take one for the team.

That a girl.

Fair enough.

Another dark room.

Surprise, surprise.

The further we go,
the older these chambers get.

Colonization run amok.

When they covered every
square inch of the planet,

they started building
on top of what they'd
already built.

And buried these
in the process.

Look.

Tetraglyphs.

Look at this one.

Looks like an old
Commonwealth insignia...

Lancer Division.

Mm-hmm.

Do we know anything
about these symbols?

Crystalline displacement
dates the tetraglyphs

to CY 9773.

The language is consistent

with ancient Ch'kadau.

Ancient.

Right, so these weren't made
by the Ch'kadau we're after.

Correct.
These were made

by the original
Ch'kadau.

Because Baltria was a member
of the old Commonwealth,

I was able to find translators
in my database.

The tetraglyphs
tell of a prophecy.

Please tell me what a bunch
of primitive pictures

have to do with the prisoner.

Let's hear the story.

For generations,
Baltria was beautiful,

populated by the peaceful,
nature-loving Ch'kadau.

The only artificial structure
on the planet was a shrine,

built to house
the Gol-Rashen,

or "Life Giver,"

the Ch'kadau's
energy source.

It's in the fortress now.
Patrius showed it to us.

It was never moved.

The fortress was built
around the shrine.

One of the first changes
the new group made

in their quest to build
an industrial civilization.

And exploit
Baltria's resources.

That's not prophecy,
it's history.

Anyone who's familiar
with CW records

knows
the only reason

the Ch'kadau joined
the old Commonwealth

was to get help stopping
this destructive trend.

Just like Patrius rejoined

so that he could get help
moving the Gol-Rashen.

The prophecy foretells
of an answer
to the Ch'kadau's prayers.

In the form
of a young girl,

a symbiont, who upon
coming of age,

would be united
with the Gol-Rashen

by a man, a Conduit.

This joining would empower it,

thus empowering
the still faithful Ch'kadau

to take back
their planet.

All right,
that much I can see,

but what's with the wavy lines
that look like a river?

Well, Harper, that's because
they mean "flowing river,"

something which Baltria
no longer has any of.

No, but Trance and I found
that it does have a sewer.

Try GPR,

see if it ties
to an underground spring.

Performing scan.

I wonder if any Ch'kadau
still believe in this prophecy.

Everyone is entitled to hope.

Sub-structural
water source located.

A spring.

It's inside
an abandoned settlement.

Would it be stating
the obvious

to mention
that we're wasting our time

on a prophecy
that has nothing to do

with the people
that we're looking for?

Any place
that was once sacred

is now probably

in the hands
of the bad guys.

It's all we've got.

Well, that is stating
the obvious.

Nietzscheans.

Let me get
this straight.

The tetraglyphs say
an unknown conduit

is meant to unite
an unknown symbiont
to the Gol-Rashen,

resulting
in this entire planet

being saved
from eternal civil war?

Well, just goes
to show you,

don't believe
every tetraglyph you read.

So, what do you think
tipped the balance,

enabled these corrupt Ch'kadau
to take over the planet?

Probably their... corruptedness.

The Ch'kadau
had never been exposed
to greed or savagery before.

They didn't know
how to protect themselves.

I admire your
assured observation.

Unfair advantage.
I was around back then.

Get down!

You were around
back then.

Where were you just now?

Well, I was right here.

It's him.
It's not him.

He wears the sign.

It could be
a trick.

Yeah, it's a trick.

He's Captain Dylan Hunt,
commander for the Commonwealth.

The Conduit was never named.

Conduit...

Why would your kind be concerned
with the prophecy?

They're not
who we think they are.

They're true Ch'kadau.

We're looking
at the good guys.

These Ch'kadau
live in hiding.

That means Patrius
is filling his prison

with innocent people,

which makes him
not so innocent.

So goes
the predictable universe.

Well, now,
I really want

to talk with
our mystery woman.

Look, there
was a woman

you helped escape
from prison...

We will address such
matters later.

First, we must
confirm your identity.

I already told you.

We are not interested
in his rank and affiliation.

We are interested
in his destiny.

The prophecy says
the Conduit shall be known

by the sign
above his heart,

a sign we placed
upon our staves

generations ago.

Wait here.

It's a weird coincidence,
isn't it?

Rhade, you are so skeptical.

My nature.

You had me going there,
Captain Hunt.

So, you don't
believe this stuff.

I don't believe
in coincidence.

Choose one,

but choose
carefully.

One of the four
is poison.

You've got
to be kidding.

She said choose carefully.

Stop!

They're all poison.

You are correct.

It was not a test
of which to choose,

but of how much
fear you have.

It could've been
a lucky guess.

We must not
collapse into hope
until we are sure.

Come on,

I did not come here
to play games.

Apparently, I did.

Stand down, Rhade!

Hail the conduit,

who will unite the Gol-Rashen
with its symbiont.

The Conduit.

Where is it?

Without the Symbiont,

the Gol-Rashen
isn't powerful enough.

Now, about that woman...

Take us to her.

We believe
she may have information

that can help us
against Patrius.

Forgive me.

I don't know
who you're talking about.

The escaped prisoner,

the one you helped
get away from us

in the street.

She is not one of us.
We do not know who she is.

She's been kept
for a very long time

in a cell
far from the others,

indicating she is important
to Patrius.

We hope to use her
as a bargaining chip,

to trade her for the release
of our people.

What do you want with me?

I want to find
out who you are.

Prisoner of Cell 90.

You must have a name.

I've tried to remember it,

and just like everything else,
it's long gone.

You're telling me you don't
remember anything
about yourself?

I'm telling you
I don't know the answers

to your questions.

I don't know who I am.

All I know is today
was the first day
I've seen the sky

since I was very, very small.

I won't make you go back.

Promise?

Promise.

Captain Hunt
was seen entering

a suspected safe house
of the Ch'kadau.

That means he's found her.

But will he still
bring her back

once they've told him
who we really are?

He'll bring her back
no matter what.

Don't be frightened.

This will answer
all your questions.

I don't know why it
matters who she is

if we know
she's not a mole.

Why does he care?

I think there's more to it
than we know.

I'll bet.

All right.

All strapped in
and ready for takeoff?

Next stop,

the unconscious mind
of our lovely guest.

Mr. Harper, today, please.

All right.

Here we go.

Inside a woman's mind,

one place
I've never been.

Whoa.

Hey, boss, are you seeing
what I'm seeing?

Her neural pathways
don't look normal.

"Don't look normal,"
that's putting it mildly.

She's got more holes
in her head
than-than Swiss cheese.

Her pathways
aren't even complete.

They're complete enough
to still function.

Well, yeah,
the obvious ones are,

her basic functions,
but look,

here and here...

I don't even know what these
are supposed to connect to.

It's like half of her mind
hasn't even been
constructed yet.

But ready to accept
whatever's put there.

Boss, look at these synapses.

They haven't been cut.

They're not torn.
They're not frayed.

Something's definitely missing.

And whatever it is,
it hooks right into these.

Woman:
Where are you taking me?

It triggered
a memory.

You killed him.

Gone! Gone!

She witnessed a murder.

Hey, maybe that's why
she was put away.

Whoa! That is
one hell of a neocortal.

Hey, boss, what's
the maximum life span

of a Nietzschean?

150 years.

I knew it.

What about a Heavy-Worlder?

180.

Okay.

Then she's definitely neither.

Hang on, I'm just checking
the neocortal branching

to determine her exact age.

I know everything
I need to know.

Come on, boss, we haven't
even gotten to her id yet.

Whoa, you're
not gonna believe this,

but guess how old she is?

She's 314 years old.

How do you do that?

Take us out.

When... she comes to,
send her to my quarters.

Your...

Your name is Siara.

Siara...

It's been locked away
for so long.

You know, instead of
asking you
what you don't remember,

maybe I should ask you
what you... do.

I know it's been
a long time.

The memory isn't
a pleasant one.

It used to be
so pretty.

Then there was fighting.

My parents were killed.

I was alone...

scared.

A soldier came
and rescued me.

He promised
he'd take care of me,

but then he changed his mind,

gave me away to strangers.

He said he'd come back,
make sure I was okay.

I believed him.

As soon
as he was gone,

one of the strangers
turned bad.

He killed the others.

And he put you away.

Yes.

That was so long ago.

Siara, you've...

You were in prison
for 307 years.

I'm sorry.

He locked you up...

because
he feared you.

It's because
you're the symbiont.

He said the Gol-Rashen
is the other half.

I think that's what's been
keeping you alive
all these years.

Gol-Rashen.

The soldier...

The story of
the Gol-Rashen and me.

The story was a prophecy

that when you came of age,
you would merge with it.

How?

I'll show you.

But I have to
take you back
to the fortress.

No.

You promised me
you wouldn't send me back.

Siara, Siara, wait!

Siara, you have to trust me.

Trust you?

I've been lied to
and promised things.

I had my life stolen.

Why should I trust
anyone ever again?

Because I know
what it feels like

to be robbed
of a lifetime.

You can't, not like me.
I lost 300 years.

So did I.

You're lying.

300 years
that I'll never get back.

I never got the chance
to say good-bye

to friends and family.

When I came back...

they had been dead for so long,

it was like
they never even existed.

You were in prison?

Yeah, in a way.

I was suspended in time.

At least you had family.

I had no one, just...

the hope someday,
a promise would be fulfilled.

And even that faded.

It's not too late.

Why should I care
about some prophecy?

Because even though
you're free now,

it won't make you complete.

You...

You're one of
the lucky ones, Siara.

You can choose
to never be alone again.

Okay...

We know what
we need to do.

Showtime.

Go.

Hey!

Clear.

I'm in hyperdrive,
boss.

Have you in there
faster than you can say...

Thank you, Mr. Harper.

"Thank you, Mr. Harper."

So beautiful.

Not until I say.

Harper, jacket.

Hey, I liked
that jacket, you know!

Why don't we ever use
your jacket?

Come.

Trust me.

Patrius, time's up.

When in Rome...

Why not?

Don't move.

No need to now.

It's all over, Patrius.

Not quite, but soon.

Do you think what
I'm thinking?

If you're thinking
he's up to something,

yeah, I'm thinking that.

It's happening.

Move in.

Wait until she's done it,
and then trap her.

Kill anyone who tries
to stop you.

Never mind. They know
what to do.

What are you
smiling for, Patrius?

When I first realized
Dylan Hunt was the Conduit,

I wasn't sure if he was
the answer to or the...

the end of my plan.

Luckily, it turns out
even I have a destiny.

For generations,
the kings of Baltria
have been tormented by

how to get past the system
that protects the Gol-Rashen.

As brilliant
as you think you are,

it never dawned on you
to simply destroy it.

Because it wasn't about
destroying the Ch'kadau.

It was about empowering
their Gol-Rashen,

then taking control of it.

My ancestor,
the first king of Baltria,

locked that girl away
300 years ago.

Now the wait
is finally over.

The wait will never be over.
You're not the Conduit.

It doesn't matter
who the Conduit is.

Who cares?

Only how the resulting power
is controlled.

It should be big enough

to take over
the entire Commonwealth.

Had enough?

Oh, yeah.

Let's go.

Dylan, it's a setup.

You're doing exactly
what Patrius wants.

I know, Beka.

It doesn't matter.

You know what to do.

Siara.

Siara is no more.

We're bound together now.

Bound for retribution.

Siara, wait!

Stop!

Nobody move!

Nobody move.

You are mine.

You will do as I say.

Do as I say,
or everyone dies.

My patience has been rewarded.

All done through
the heroic efforts

of Dylan Hunt.

What a lucky break
you are, Captain.

A big, joyful thank you

to you and the Commonwealth,

which, if things go right,

might someday
worship me.

Bow down or die.

I will bow down to you.

You have no choice.

Pays to think ahead.

300 years and, I hope,
still ticking.

If I can't have your power,
no one will.

Spoken like a true lunatic.

No!

Do not interfere.

Revenge is all I have left,

all I want now.

You have the power
to restore your planet

and free your people.

If you ignore
what you were created for,

your years in prison
will be in vain.

Soon, there will be no years,
no time on Baltria,

no pain,

no regret,

nothing.

Except the prophecy.

Be better than those
who tried to destroy it.

Enough words.

They're empty.

As empty as that promise.

A promise
that's been kept.

He never came back.

The soldier never came back.

Yes, Siara...

he did.

I am that soldier.

And I promised
I'd take care of this.

I gave...

I gave this to you.

I was on my way back.

I was.

But...

my path was altered.

How was I to know

that you'd still be here
after all this time?

You came back.

I came back.

300 years.

Okay, so...
I was a little late.

So... you designed
that security system, huh?

Is it so hard
to believe?

No, no, in fact,
I knew it all along.

I just...

It's pretty
impressive.

Thank you.

Would you look
at that, huh?

I guess we can say
our work here is done.

Baltria
has transformed.

It's beautiful.

Peace always is.

And lasting?

We have to hope
it will be.

Did you know
you were the Conduit?

Yes.

Well, then,
you must be very proud.

It's not proud.

No, it's...

Well, lucky,

and honored.

And a little more peaceful?

Well, now that you
mention it, yes,

a little more peaceful.