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Maybe this will get them
off our tail.

Take that, dirtbag.

It didn't work.
They're still on top of us.

The bounty on our heads
must've gone up.

Now even those who
already have money
and fast ships are after us.

Well, greed
is a practical motivator.

Beka, keep us ahead
of the greed.

You know I'd love to,
but that ammo dump
was our last trick.

Last desperate trick.

Dylan, got anything else?

And don't say "Harper."

He is Mr. Anything Else.

Harper, we're getting
desperate up here.

For what?

The chance to disappear
right out of existence?

Because it's not ready.

Dylan, I can't maintain
this pace without refueling.

If we don't immediately find
a gas giant for hydrogen,

I'm risking
complete power failure.

And then we are a payday.

So, we're running
out of fuel as well.

I have the capabilities
to save us.

What? Go supernova?
Sacrifice yourself?

It's the only way.

Thanks, Trance,
but it's the wrong way.

Beka, take us
out of slipstream.

Where are we?

A spider galaxy.
Completely heat-dead.

Nothing's lived here
for 3.25 million years.

It won't take
those bounty hunters

more than ten minutes
to double back.

We don't have enough juice
to get back into slipstream.

We're sitting ducks.
What in hell do we do?

You tell Harper
the time he's got

is the time it takes me
to get from here
to his machine shop.

Good thing it's a big ship.

So all we have to do
is fire this thing.

The Em-bender.

Fine, the em-bender,
at the target.

The target,
which is linked directly

to the electromagnetic structure
of Andromeda's fullerene
body cladding.

It should effectively
mask the ship

when it's ready.

Rendering us invisible.

Theoretically.
However, if I haven't
calibrated the surge safety

oh-so-correctly,

it could open a gigantic hole
in the fabric of space-time,

depositing us in said hole,

bit by itsy
freaking shredded bit

via installment method,

which is what I meant
when I said "it's not ready."

Code black. Code black.

Complete systems failure.

It's ready. Fire.

But, boss...
We don't have a lot
of options, Mr. Harper.

Harper?

Harper?

Andromeda, report.

This is weird.

You have got
to be kidding me.

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.

All right.

At least something's working
on this ship.

Showtime.

Andromeda?

Andromeda.

Andromeda,
am I glad to see you.

What is going on?

Identify yourself.

It's me, captain Dylan Hunt.

That is a fraudulent identity.

I'm... H-E...
security code...

five-zero-nine-five-C-two.

Everything you say is a lie.

You are a decoy simulation.

This is a competency test

relating to my return
to service.

Andromeda, I am Dylan Hunt.

Dylan Hunt died
a war hero after defeating

the Nietzschean insurrection
and negotiating peace
for the Commonwealth.

I repeat,
you are a simulation decoy.

No! Wait, wait, wait.

You wanted a sister.

I got you one.
Pax Magellanic.

I merged your AI Cores

so the two of you could have
time together off-line.

That's unrecorded information.

Afterwards, you told me,

"now I understand the risks
you take for friendship."

Identify confirmed.

You are Dylan Hunt.

All right.

Now that we've settled that...

let's settle something else.

What year is this?

Commonwealth year 10091.

"10091."

That's... that's now.

Well, it's over a hundred years
since the last time I checked.

But for me,
no time has passed at all...

again.

Harper!

All right.
Is your avatar working,

or am I going to have
to go through this

all over again with her?

Don't you communicate
with your AI?

I'm really sorry,
captain.

There's got to be a way
back to my ship,

unless it's too late.

Say, what's with the, uh,
Dylan Hunt monuments?

Oh, the planet was dedicated
to you after you died

as a memorial for visitors
from the three galaxies.

Oh. Well, it appears
I was very inspiring.

Well, you are Dylan Hunt...

obviously not the one
who died many years ago,

but a different
and equally real
Dylan Hunt.

Well, it's very confusing
for me,
because I'm not programmed

to comprehend
alternate realities.

Well, expect to be regarded
in this one as a hero,

somehow returned
from the dead.

"Beware the oppressors"?

Over there!

Well, that's oppressing.

Go, go, go, go, go.

So much
for the hero's welcome.

Hey, I was decommissioned
over a 100 years ago.

I can't explain
what's happened here since.

Information,
that's what we need.

Oh, there.

It says "tour guide."

Whatever that means.

Anyway, it's clearly
no longer functional.

Welcome to the Hunt memorial.

After Captain Hunt
passed away quietly

in his bed on March 10,
Commonwealth year--

After that.

You know,
I am a little bit curious
about that part.

Aren't you in a hurry?

Yeah, skip that and get
to the part you aren't
programmed to talk about.

You're contraband.

I'll be deactivated.

I've got news for you.
You have nowhere to go but up.

Thirty kilowatts
to get me on a Transport.

Uh, done.

The Commonwealth
experienced years

of declining peace
and prosperity,

until the High Guard
assassinated its triumvirate

and declared martial law.

After that,
this system spiraled
into civil war.

Yeah, uh,
why am I being shot at,

and why did you call me
contraband?

You're a type
of explosive android decoy,

designed to look
like Dylan Hunt.

Great. First monuments,

and now bombs that walk, talk,
and act like me.

The rebel forces
built hundreds of you

in Hunt's honor
to target military objectives,

bunkers, weapons depots...

To fight the abyss' takeover
of the Commonwealth.

The abyss?

"The abyss"?

No, the rebel faction's purpose

is to oppose what's become
of the Commonwealth,

under Commander Zelazny Harper.

Commander Harper?

No one questions his rulership.

Except the rebels.

Right, and the rebels
would be led by...

General Rebeka Valentine.

Why not? Beka is a General.

That's the police again.

Halt. Police.

We have you targeted.

- Tour guide.
- Surrender peacefully.

Ahead you'll find
monument planet's
oldest building,

that holds up to 10,000...

So, where can we find
this General Valentine?

I suppose I could get
that information for you.

I'd have to consult
with the android underground.

First we have
to get out of this alive.

They fight
like High Guard.

They're certainly
High Guard trained.

Monument planet's police force

is trained
by the chief of police himself.

And who would that be?

No, no, no.
Don't answer that.

I already know.

Chief, we have them surrounded.

Good.

Blaze every meter
of that alley.

I want anything that moves
eliminated.

So, where is she?

The old armory,

a building first constructed
in CY 10--

There's such a thing
as too much information.

Thanks.
You've been a big help.

Enjoy the rest of your stay
on monument planet.

Your orders, sir?

To visit to an old friend.

Why?

Well, because she's
the only one, well,
besides you,

who still believes
in the same Commonwealth
that I do.

We encountered
a second firefight,

in the service alley
behind the Holoseum.

There, my men
were able to paint
the escaping unit

with laser traces.

Commander, if I might comment,

this particular
Dylan Hunt unit
seems different from the rest.

When surrounded by our forces,

rather than self-destruct,

it returned
to the rebel faction

and Marshal Zebra.

Zebra?

Something else disturbing, sir.

The unit was not alone.

It seems Marshal Zebra
has created,

a replica
of an old High Guard android.

I don't understand
its objective yet,

but I have...

I feel certain...

that both units

are currently
in the rebel bunker with...

Valentine, sir.

I want them.

And I want to know
where this came from.

Sir?

Gifts just don't appear, chief.

And what do we do
with a gift horse?

Sir?

We destroy it.

Would you just please listen
to me, Beka?

It's General Valentine,
you insolent...

I like its cheekiness, Marshal.

It's a rare and subtle touch
by the Commander,

taking one of our own units
and rewriting it.

But where has he hidden
your power unit?

I'm sorry, General.

It's an obvious flaw
in my design.

D. H. units
should be respectful
and unassuming.

You'd leave out all my charm.

Look, I'm not an android,

and this battery drain
is a waste of time,

and time is something
I don't have right now.

Your quick surrender tells me

that you are a mole
sent to infiltrate
my operation, but

you say you're not
from the government.

Okay. I'll bite.

Where are you from?

An alternate reality,

through a rift
in time and space.

I can't tell you where exactly.
If I knew, I'd already be there.

We surrendered to you
because, well,

I thought that you might be
my only chance of getting back.

That is one whopper
of a design flaw.

He's telling the truth.

This from a jump-started
museum exhibit.

Mm-mm. Neutralize
their explosive potential.

Make sure they're secure.

The real story
will have to wait.

General, if I may.

They're not human.

It wouldn't be inhumane
to execute them.

Mm-hmm.

What part of counter-sabotage
don't you get, Marshal?

Never underestimate
the Commander.

Incoming message.

Nice place you have there,
Valentine.

Speak of the abyss.

"The abyss"?

It's just an expression.

Planning to stay a while?

Cut to the chase, Harper.

You will address me
as "Commander"!

I thought I'd make you
an offer.

Since when does
the government negotiate?

Hand over your newest-model
Dylan Hunt unit,

and the replica
High Guard android,

and I'll give you
a head start this time.

Or?

Or I'll test my new toy on you.

Like I said,

we are not from the government,

and I'm still not an android,
but she is,

so if you don't mind?

The Commander's bluffing.

Back in our academy days,
he was the best.

Mobilize the fighters.

Get them out of there.

Come on. Go! Go!

- We need some help!
- Medical!

So, tell me why
Commander Harper
wants you two so badly.

Your guess is as good as mine.

If you work with me,

there's a High Guard starship
in it for you.

What do I want
with some old tug
from starship habitats?

"Old tug," my...

Look, it's, uh,
not like I'm offering

that old bucket of bolts,
the Maru.

Wait, "the Maru"?

The Eureka Maru?

Harper's prized possession?

General...

You could get the Maru for me?

Well, okay, I mean,
if you'd prefer that

to a starship
that has the power

to hold
a government moon hostage,

in exchange for whatever
your rebel heart desires...

The Maru. Any day.

At least some things
stay the same.

Zebra.

We used to be friends.

It's true. We were.

Times change, so do people.
Even the best of us.

You son of a...

What have you done
to him?

Get her to the ship.

Don't argue.

Well, I guess
it's time for me
to blow this place up.

Commander, if you're going
to use it,

use it now.

That's not very smart.

One, two, three, boom!

Sir, are you all right?

Get off of me.

Go after them.

After them!

You had a chance
to vaporize the D. H. Unit.

Why didn't you?

I ask the questions.

Didn't I say "After them"?

The question is...

It had the chance to destroy
the High Guard Commander,

and it didn't. Why?

Dylan?

Trance.

I've been looking for you.

I can't believe you found me.

It's inevitable
that one of us would.

We divided ourselves up

so that we could occupy
every possible present
you could ever be in.

By "we," you mean you.

I'll admit that I'm spread
rather thin at the moment.

What's the status
on the Andromeda
and the rest of my crew?

I do not have a lot of answers,

but I do know
that you need help,

and I'm here to do what I can.

It's not safe here.
Let's go.

Marshal Zebra.

He couldn't have fashioned
a Dylan Hunt unit
like this one.

Of course not, sir.

He didn't have the wit,
the ingenuity, or the guts.

He certainly doesn't now.

So, where did it come from?

Does the Commonwealth
have an enemy greater
than the rebels?

"Kill first,
questions later,"

if I'm not mistaken, sir.

Something like that.

Harper and Rhade
trying to kill me.

That's hard to get used to.

The abyss has corrupted
many good men.

Then the abyss is real here.

It arrived on the bullets
that assassinated
the triumvirate,

then convinced
Commander Harper

that everything he loved
would betray him,

and therefore
had to be destroyed.

So Harper's working
with the abyss.

He just doesn't know it.

The abyss is a coldness,

insidious, and invisible.

I know this isn't my place...

but I feel like I should help,
warn them, do something.

They won't be convinced
until it's too late.

However, in your reality,

where the abyss
has shown itself,

you have the ability
to banish it and destroy it

from all possible presents
and futures.

I started something here.

I finish what I start.

I don't think so.

My great-grandfather
was a docent here,

a long time ago.

I always wondered
what it looked like inside.

When captain Hunt commanded me,

I was the premier battleship
in the High Guard fleet.

People called me a masterpiece
of design and engineering.

I think you still are.

Well, give or take
several million cobwebs,

but that will be
taken care of now.

Look, if you really are
who you say you are,

you have a brain
the size of a planet.

Do you really believe
that this Dylan Hunt

is the same one you knew
300 years ago?

Yes, I do.

Hmm.

The only Dylans I've known,
I've detonated.

But I have to say, this one...

how wild would that be?

This is Trance.

She's here to help.

You don't know her,
but trust me,
she knows both of you.

Captain, I took the liberty

of uploading A. P.
to 43% capacity.

Excellent.

Let's get this ship
out of drydock.

You've got to be kidding.

Jettisoning scaffolding.

Prepping thrusters for launch.

Wait a minute.
You mean, you can actually
still fly this thing?

Well, the ride will smooth out
once the core's warmed up.

Systems check complete.

All functions operational.

I don't believe it.

I feel like I've been fighting
with sticks and stones
this whole time

when I could have
been using this.

And winning.

You still want, uh,
Harper's Maru?

Can I have both?

To the victor
goes the spoils,

that's if you're serious
about returning the Commonwealth
to its true values.

I've risked my life for it
a thousand times over.

Good.

Once airborne, we'll have
full tactical advantage,

and then we'll be the ones
calling the shots.

I'm almost willing to believe
you are the real Dylan Hunt.

Just one thing.

I'm not saluting you,
or calling you "Captain."

Why would it be
any different here?

Anything that moves,
hit it with an immobilizer.

If this D. H. unit gets
a second chance to blow,
it will,

taking us all
to hell with it.

Intruder alert. Intruder alert.

It's the Commander
and Chief Rhade.

They followed us.

This is definitely
not part of the plan.

It's my fault. I should have
picked them up sooner.

Mm-mm. You couldn't have.

Those are first-class
stealth suits.

Stealth suits?

Look. They're splitting up.

I'm Assuming you want me
to scrub the launch, captain.

Well, we'll have to,
until we get rid of them.

- Chief Rhade, come in.
- Sir.

Notify me the minute
you find them.

I want those units
brought in whole.

No excuses.

Copied, sir.

Naturally,
whatever commander wants,

commander gets.

Standhope?

Mills?

You'll have to settle
for Hunt.

Oh, don't worry, Rhade.

I'm not going to blow up.

That's reserved
for those idiots

who think
they'll be made into martyrs.

Besides...

I'd rather do this
low-tech style,

if you don't mind.

Low-tech is right.

You're not an android.

Another keen observation
from a Nietzschean.

Wait till the commander
finds out

the toy he wants

is only human.

Well, handling disappointment's
part of growing up.

What are you,

some weak attempt of Valentine's
to drum up support
for her lost cause?

You're the lost cause,
Rhade,

as long as you're on
the wrong side.

Commander, come in.

Tell me you have them.

Not exactly.

I think this whole thing's
a hoax.

Excuse me?

When I give you an order,
I expect you to comply,

not think your lazy
Nietzschean way out of it.

Go after them. Now.

The rebels
aren't your enemies.

Who said that?

Your real enemy
is inside you.

I command you to show yourself,

or there will be nothing left
to show.

You know,

I have a pretty good idea
what this thing does,

but how do you control it?

Why? You want to go
to another reality?

One where she is
still alive?

You can replace your body parts
with machinery, Mr. Harper,

even your heart...

but you can't
replace your ideals.

Who are you?

Oh, I think you know.

You studied my essays
at the academy.

You told your wife
their ideas made your soul
burn to do good.

Too bad it didn't stop you
from killing her.

You got that from Zebra?
Clever.

I'm glad I killed him.

No, you're not.

In fact, you're tired
of this whole evil charade.

And I suppose you're here
to save my soul.

Only you can save yourself.

I don't need saving.
I did what had to be done.

Do you miss your wife?

You often read to her
your favorite passage

from one of my essays...

"The brightest light
is invisible."

"It shines through your deeds,
and warms the universe."

Mr. Harper...

obey the light inside you.

End Transmission.

Mills?

Anyone. Come in.

Damn.

"For 51 years, at this desk,

Captain Hunt strategized
over 700 Commonwealth missions."

Ready for your orders, sir.

Orders?

I am programmed to assist you
in any way I can.

This is the last of them.

You know, we're not
such a bad team.

Perhaps.

You know,
with Marshal Zebra gone,

I'm going to need
a new second in command.

Well, with captain Hunt gone,
I'm going to need a new captain.

How about on your end?
Any luck?

The information
marshal told you about Harper

made quite an impression,

and as for Rhade,

I've done what I can,
the rest is up to you two.

I believe
they are up to the task.

So do I.

Well, that means...

It's time.

Yeah.

Good luck,

and thank you.

Thank you, Captain Hunt.

Chief, call the others.
We're evacuating.

Didn't you hear me?

I said we're leaving now.

We shouldn't be
on this ship.

You've found out for yourself,
haven't you?

The D. H. unit is only--

Yes, I know. Dylan Hunt.

The real Dylan Hunt
from another time.

Like a vision,
or an apparition.

Apparition?

What I saw was a man
that looked like Dylan Hunt.

But he knew things.

Things about me.

What if he didn't get them
from zebra?

What if it was an apparition?

He knew I executed my...

Public record.
She was a rebel.

Rhade, don't be a fool.

Can't you see past
your own stubbornness?

What are you saying, sir?

That you believe in--

No, I'm saying...

What am I saying?

What am I saying?

I think you're saying
we're evacuating.

Right.

Good, because I've just engaged

the ship's
self-destruct sequence.

One minute to self-destruct.

Coming, sir?

Counting down. 59 seconds.

Fifty eight.

Fifty seven.

Fifty six.

- Five...
- They've been locked.

You didn't clear
an exit first.

Three.

Two.

One second to self-destruct.

We're going to die.

It could be worse.

Simulation exercise complete.

Simulation exercise complete.

A trick. We're safe.

We're not safe.

We'll never be safe.

Oh, come on.

They just want to scare us
off the ship

so they can have it
all to themselves.

Over my dead body.

Chief! Rhade!

There are worse things
to give up,

worse things to lose...

than your life, aren't there?

You're starting to sound
more and more like the rebels.

Maybe you want to join them.

Maybe.

Somehow it all
got away from us, Rhade.

We have to get it back.

There's just one problem.

I don't take orders
from cowards.

What do you think about that,
commander?

I think you're going to hell...

and I'm not going with you.

Long live the true Commonwealth.

Attention, Chief Rhade.

There's been a change
of command on Monument Planet.

You are under arrest.

So you're hoping
that this will malfunction
and send you back?

That's right.

Now, Harper mentioned something
about a surge safety.

There, now, that should open
a rift

and return me to my dimension.

Well, how do you know
you made the right adjustment?

I don't, so...

I'm going to leave it
in your good hands, Trance.

I just hope
we're not too late.

Fire when ready.

I'm glad that I found you,
Captain Dylan Hunt.

Me too.

On my count.

Three, two...

Almathea.

Actually,
I was going to say "one,"

but sure, Almathea?

It's a going-away present.

Thank you.

You're back!

I thought, I thought
I'd lost you forever.

How long was I was gone?

Thirty seconds,
but it was a bad thirty seconds.

So the masking didn't work?

Well, apparently it did work,
but I guess only on you.

Wait a minute.
The em-bender.

What happened
to my em-bender?

Uh, trance has it.

What? I told you
it wasn't ready.

Harper, that thing
will never be ready.

Besides,
we got problems right here.

Then there is some good news.

Beka thinks we can get a boost
wiring up the Maru's
A. P. Generator.

Then what are we waiting for?

It's not enough to go far.

It's not enough
to get us into slipstream,

but we can make it
to one of these nearby systems.

None of these stars
are old enough or hot enough

to provide us with
the kind of hydrogen we need.

It's all we've got.
We have to give it a try.

Which do we head for, then?

Norris, Lustig-5,
Almathea, Quivers?

Almathea.

Sure. Six of one,
half a dozen of the other.

It's not going to make
much of a difference,

unless one of them suddenly
decides to go supernova.

Well, sometimes
you get lucky.

Sometimes you get
a going-away present.

I can't believe it...

supernova.

Engaging ramscoop.
Commencing fuel acquisition.

And destination upon completion?

Away.

Far, far away.

Captain Valentine?

You all right?

When a branch sacrifices itself,

the rest of the tree
only grows stronger.

But you still felt the loss.

Every one of me did.

But we have saved you,

and now the Commonwealth
will grow stronger too.

One battle at a time.

Meaning we have plenty of work
left to do.

So...

pull yourselves together,

and let's go.

That was pretty funny,
actually.

It was pretty good,
wasn't it?

Now, if only the rest
of you thought that.