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Previously on
Gene Roddenberry's
Andromeda.

Oh, Harper.
Left behind again.

Last time I wait
around for anybody.

Okay. Let's see if I made
good on my promise here.

Ha, what do you know?
It worked.

Hey!

Don't suppose you're
the welcoming committee.

Is that working?

Of course it is.
What do you think I am?
Look at it, look at it!

Wonderful.

Kill him!

This is the thanks
I get for fixing the door?

Your days are over.

We've got to find the rock
Burma and his goons
scrambled under.

Well, he can't have gone far.
Tarn-Vedra was his only option.

Tarn-Vedra has a lot of rocks,
And it's getting more crowded
by the minute.

Blending in won't be hard.

Even with a hostage.

Even with a Harper.

Almost makes you
feel sorry for Burma.

Seefra-2's evacuation's almost
complete. However, Seefra-4 is
officially burning.

We saved as many as we could,
Captain. However, the Hydrogen
Ramscoop was successful.

Well, it's something
we can be thankful for,
for the Tarn-Vedran sun.

Oh, reposition us towards
Seefra-2 in case they need
us there for final evacuations.

- Repositioning.
- Repositioning.

Sorry, new habits die hard.

Why don't you go find
Harper now, okay?

Planet after planet, it's the
same thing over and over again.

The fighting, the whining,
the questions...

We've got a bigger problem.

Trance.

You got it.

She's working against us.

If it's the real Trance.

Well, no matter who or what she
is, she's still an avatar, and
she'll be two steps ahead of us.

Captain, I have Burma on comm.

This guy.

Put him through.

Dylan Hunt.

Just when you thought
you'd won...

Oh, Burma.
It isn't over until it's over.

Oh, it is over...

for your scientist,
Seamus Harper.

We've learned his value to you.

We have him, and
we're going to kill him.

Unless...

General Burma,
what's your price?

Price?

Everything we valued
is gone...

thanks to you and what your
technology has done to
the Seefra system.

Save a few million lives.

You're welcome.

All I know is you
arrived in your big ship,

and the suffering started.

Right. Everything was going
so well before we got here.

I want you to experience the
same pain you inflicted on me
and my people. And the loss.

By killing Harper?

He's important to you, I know.

A friend and
a valuable resource.

I'm going to enjoy this.

Yeah, well, enjoy
whatever sadistic pleasure
it brings you, Burma,

because I don't
have time to care.

Hunt out.

We're bluffing, right?
Yeah, we're bluffing.

I wonder if Harper knows
we're bluffing.

One problem at a time, Rhade.

We have to find Trance.
Do you have a plan?

Call it a hunch.

When we came back
from fixing Methus-2,

that's when Trance started
to seem... different,

So I'm wondering...

if the Trance we went down
with got left behind somehow.

Two Trances.

Two Trances.

She could be
the same Trance but changing,
as her sun gets closer.

There's only one way
to find out.

Go back to Methus-2.

You can't be serious.

In a matter of hours, the
Tarn Vedran sun will consume it,
same as it did Methus One.

Well, then, we'd better hurry.

Great.

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.

While her watchdogs
follow a scent to Methus-2,

poor lonely ship at sea.

They'll never find us.

Idiots.

And now for
all you other lonely ships
at sea,

more melodies to evacuate by.

Bring the scientist.

Now.

What's left of him.

So, you and Rhade are
going back into Methus-2.

What's this?
High risk, high reward?

Something like that. Yes.

Dylan, you won't find her.

Thank you for your support.

Just so you know, the Trance
we have onboard is heading
toward Command.

Dylan, you know,
you don't have a monopoly
on caring for Trance.

I've been with her
for longer than you have.

Yeah, Dylan.

you should take Beka with you.
I've already been there and done
that.

- Rhade.
- Hmm?

As an android, I can adjust
my internal cooling systems,
making me the best candidate.

Ahem.

Not the only android.

And her.

Fine. Then we'll all go.

Forget about Harper, forget
about Burma, forget about
the refugees.

We'll all just go down
to a live sun and have a picnic.

No need to be touchy.

We don't have time for this.

Two hours and counting.
I'm going with Dylan.

Thank you, Rhade.

Beka, please, you're
in charge of Andromeda.
And find Harper, okay?

Sounds good.

You and Rhade go
track down your friend.

Just be quick, please.
It's still my ship.

Trance, how you feeling?

To the Tarn-Vedran sun.
Better, now that we're getting
closer to the Tarn-Vedran sun.

Excellent. You can help with
the evacuations and relocations.

I need all of you to work
together. We're running
out of time.

Yeah.

Change of plans.

There's a plan?

And I thought you were
just the slash and burn,
evil dictator type.

I could've sworn
you'd be dead by now.

Or is that giving you
some kind of strength?

You're a real genius, huh?

It's a data port, for knowledge.

Something you're
obviously lacking.

Now...

what'd you have to go and
interrupt my torture session
for?

I was just finally
starting to go numb.

The point went out of it when
I realized your Captain doesn't
care what happens to you.

Right.

Apparently, he has more
important things to deal with.

More like he realized
can take care of myself.

Obviously.

Too bad for you, huh?

Not when there's
a better way to make
him feel the pain.

Hurry up and...
lick your wounds.

No, thanks.
You can lick 'em for me.

You're going to help
get me onto Andromeda
while he's away.

Me?

Help you get onto
the Andromeda?

Don't make me laugh.

Careful.

We need him functional.

No, go ahead.
Keep it up. Ow! Yeah, that's it.

Because I ain't helping you.

Nobody gets onto the Andromeda
without an all-access pass
and the boss's approval.

And you're not getting either.

That's not the other choice,
scientist.

The other choice is, I fire
a missile into the center of
the Seefra-1 landing port,

full of incoming refugees.

He may not care about you,
but he'll care about
the thousands of them.

Either way, Dylan Hunt will feel
what it's like to have thing
taken away from him,

like he's taken from me!

So it doesn't matter what
you choose, scientist.

Freaking psycho.

Methus-2, here we come.
Out of the frying pan and
into the fire.

Rommie's shut it down.
We'll have time.

You know what's strange?

What's that?

The way you keep
talking me into risking
my life on these long shots.

So it's strange because
it keeps paying off?

The odds say one day, it won't.

Yeah, well, Rhade, there
are bigger risks in store

if we don't get to the bottom
of a certain transformation.

Transformation. Humor to die by.

Yeah, well, I love
to keep you laughing.

It's so horrible.

One by one, they go.

And now Seefra-3.

You keep thinking it'll get
easier, but it never does.

In a few hours, we can add
Seefra-2 and Methus-2 to
the list.

Yes, well, it may all be
part of some grand design,
but it's still bloody tragic.

They did the job.

And they say
inorganics lack emotion.

Speak for yourself.

I wasn't.
All right!

Umm. Obviously, standing here
watching this disaster has
become... unproductive.

Agreed. Dylan said
there's much work to do.

The most important thing is
to keep searching for Harper.

Beka, I have two Seefra-1
landholders on comm asking
for Dylan to resolve a dispute.

They seem to be fighting
over who gets the better
looking transport.

I'll handle that.

Why you?

Personally, I have
the greater intuition.

No, no, and... definitely no.

Okay, I'm in charge here, which
means I get the pleasure of
dealing with... these bozos.

Rommie, you know Andromeda's
deep scan capabilities.

Doyle, you know Seefra-1
inside and out.

Each of you stick to
what each of you does best.

And, hopefully, when Burma
comes out of hiding, one of you
will be there to nail him.

And me?

Stay close to me.

All right, Andromeda.
Let's get this party started.

Put them on.

Lights out.
It's party time.

We're going to go on the north
side. That mantle protected us
from a flare the last time.

From your lips to
Tarn-Vedran sun's ear.

Preparing to initiate mantle
breach on my mark.

Mark.

You got us on board
without anyone knowing.

So far, I'm impressed.

I think a toaster
would impress you.

Ouch! You know, I can
barely feel it now.

Finish the job, or I finish
Seefra's landing port.

Scanning sector five eight one.

Scanning sector five eight two.
This is hopeless.

Harper, please come in.

Increasing the carrier output
won't get Harper back on comm.

Clearly, Burma took it away.

Harper is resourceful. He may
have made one out of broken
glass by now, for all we know.

And I hate that you know
my every move on this ship.

Get used to it.

I don't need a lecture
about getting used to things.
Trust me.

I was merely suggesting
a coping strategy.

I will cope when I find Harper.

About that. If you were planning
on going down to Seefra-1,
forget about it.

I have a drop pod
waiting to take me.

Oh, no, that's
the pod I ordered!

Like I said, get used to it.

I know Seefra better
than anyone. I should be
the one that looks for Harper.

Ah, but it makes more sense for
the person who knows

Harper best to be the one
to go and look for him.

No, it doesn't.
Yes, it does.

No, it doesn't.
Careful, don't blow a gasket.

Oh, isn't that the bot
calling the metal black.

That would be Harper's
vain attempt at giving
you a sense of humor.

Is humor something you're
qualified to recognize?

I am the nebula.

The nebula is me.

Voila.
Ca fait complet.

The ship's sensors
no longer detect you.

Liar.

Is it that obvious?

Don't even bother
trying to crack my code.
There's no way.

Your code versus the darkness.

How the hell did you do that?

Oh, no.

Dispose of him.

Hey! Ow!

Begin!

For a dark sun, it's hot.

Oh, come on, Rhade,
You're a big, tough Nietzschean.

You're just jealous.

What? What? I'm sorry,
but boneblades never
did it for me.

Don't knock it if you haven't
tried it. But I was talking
about your age.

Oh, I see. I'm jealous
because you're younger than me?

That's right, Hunt,
by over 300 years.

Very funny. For a minute there,
I thought you were serious.

Let's just find the chamber
and get out of here.

Let's get out of here.
Yeah.

Why do you keep
putting us in these situations?

Just luck, I guess.

Luck?

Luck has nothing to do with it.
You have a death wish.

No, no, no.
I'm just old, remember?

I'm senile. I keep
forgetting that this
kind of stuff can kill you.

Oh, yeah.
That would have killed us.

So, what do you think?

- This way.
- I think it's this way.

No, no, no. We are listening
to me for a change.

This way.

Not a word.

I wasn't going to say anything.

You have the ship
to take care of.

Unlike you, I can be in two
places at once. Oh, wait a
minute. Make that three.

Some would call that
a personality disorder.

I prefer to think of it as
a multi-faceted personality.

Uh-Oh.

We are not the droids
you're looking for.

What is that?

I don't know,
but it didn't work.

Rommie, down!

What's with this guy?

I don't know.

Too bad you didn't show up
a minute sooner.

Oh, that's right. You did.

You were both doing very well,
I thought, considering.

Yeah, well, I want to know who
they are and how they got on
board without me knowing.

They're Burma's men.

Sometimes I get impressions.

What the hell's going on?

We've been invaded.

How many are there?

Well, there would be no way of
knowing, because my onboard
sensors have been disabled.

Again.

By these guys?

They brought Harper.

He must be on board
somewhere.

There's no going right,
there's no going left, and
there's certainly no going back.

That leaves either up...

or down.

Whatever.

That's the spirit, Rhade.

Argh!

Fusion chamber's this way.

How do you know?

Because I'm a Paradine.
Really?

Nah. I just saw a sign that
said fusion chamber.

Oh.

I'm bred for survival, so right
now you'll have to excuse me,

because every fiber
of my being Is screaming to
get out of here!

That's why I appreciate you
helping me to find Trance.
You're a good sport, Rhade.

Well, it's better than
being with the ladies.

Harper?

Well, this is where he'd come
to hide, if he could.

Look, we all know the logical
conclusion, but let's not go
there unless we have to.

No messages, either.

I can't believe Harper would let
those men on board without
leaving some kind of something.

What code word are you trying?

Rom-Doll.

That would be the one.

Try "Dream Doyle."

What? I didn't invent me.

Okay.

No. No go on either of them.

Hmm.

Okay, so we don't know where
Harper is. We're just going to
have to assume he's okay.

Meanwhile, we have
an invasion on our hands.

First thing we're going
to have to figure out is,
what do they want?

Oh, good.
We can ask them.

Not again. I'm barely recharged.

That was my guy.

Not anymore!

Sometimes you got to make do.

How you doing?

Good. You?

Good. Beka?

I got it.

Hiiyee! Giddy up!

This is it.

This is it!

If we don't get out
of here soon.

The fusion container,
it's still in one piece.

Dylan.

Trance's cloak.

The vapor's too thick to see
if there's anything inside.

There's got to be
a way to empty it.

Got it!

Let him go.
You're exhausted.

Well, at least
we got most of them.

They're kind of tough.

Really?
It's not just me?

No, they're something else.
Maybe some kind of...

alien.

Where did he go?

Okay.

So they don't stay down.

And they disappear.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Oh, please don't lock me up!

Who are you?

I'm an evacuee from Seefra-4.

You mean you're not
one of Dylan Hunt's people?

Not even close.

Oh, good. Then you can help me.

They promised me safety, and now
I don't know what's going on.

This ship is so big, and there's
so much fighting and it's cold.

You shouldn't have accepted
their help. They're liars.

Liars?

No. No!

I gave up everything for them.

I have no one to protect me.

I have nowhere to go.
Don't say that.

Calm down.
It's okay.

You can come with us.

Do you mean that?

I'm sure I can, uh...
convince my leader.

I would really like to
show you my...

appreciation!

Explosives.

So now we know
what Burma's up to.

Revenge on Dylan by
blowing up the Andromeda.

It gets worse.

They're not human.
I've detected radical isotopes.

What?

What? What are those?

Apparently Harper didn't program
you with knowledge of the Abyss.

Who knew he'd need to?

I've got something
here that's going to
hurt a lot worse

if you don't tell me
what the hell you
did with Harper.

Harper!

He's...

he's dead.

I'm feeling emotions
I never thought I'd have.

I know what you mean.

All those times I teased him.

Abused him.

Stole his share of a salvage
without telling him.

What?

Very good. Very good.

Almost had you fooled,
though, right?

It's an old meditation trick
I learned from Rev Bem.

Can you blame me...

for taking the opportunity to
hear what my three favorite
ladies would say at my funeral?

You suck at playing dead.

Well, you suck at playing sad.

Some performances were better
than others, though.

Yeah. That was almost as
shameless as that act you
pulled with the guard.

Thank you.

- What guard?
- What guard?

What did I miss?

A lot.

But first, you've got to
get control of the ship
back from Burma.

While we have some
housekeeping to attend to.

And I have a date with a friend
I'd hoped never to see again.

Where might I find him?

I think he was saving
the biggest bomb for Command.

Right.

Ladies...

She is not in here.

Trance! Trance!

It's over!

It's not over, Rhade.
She's here. I can feel it!

You can feel it?

Sorry.

Sorry.

What the hell you doing?

Trance.

Dylan...

I knew you'd come.

Right there, Burma.

Beka Valentine.

We meet again.

We were quite... intimate once.

You remember the Abyss,
don't you?

Trance?

She's in bad shape.

Trance, Methus-2 is
disintegrating from
the inside out.

It's my sun's fault.

Listen to me. You can use it.
Pull energy from it. You've
done it before.

For Andromeda, remember?

It's your sun.
You can get strength from it.

My life force.

That's right.

Take what you need.

Come on, Trance.

Is there a way out?

I'd hoped we'd meet again.

That makes one of us.

You can't defeat the Abyss.

I don't remember you being this
much of a fighter.

I wasn't. Someone else
had to do it for me.

Not this time.

This time I'll win, and
you'll be mine forever.

I had a less depressing
destiny in mind.

You know who Burma is, Beka.

Thanks for the input, Trance,
but I'm a little busy right now.

Beka.

On Command.

All right, Andromeda, this
should get you back online.

Andromeda, come in.

Come on.

What the hell did he do, anyway?

Andromeda, report.

All right. I think I got it.

Yes!

Captain.
Your arrival is timely.

We're on time.

Split up. Find Burma.

Find him?
I'm going to kill him.

You can't kill the Abyss, Beka.

What are you, one of them?
Because you sure as hell
aren't Trance.

Mortals are such
strange creatures.

They are trapped by fear,
the fear of death.

Yet death would set them free.

A new kind of freedom.

Who are you?

We're with her.

Hmm.

It's time for you to choose.

I'm going to have one of you.

Which of you will it be?

Burma, you are such
a drama queen.

Dylan Hunt.

Perfect.

I came to bring you pain.

Pick which of your
friends will die.

I think I'd rather have you die.

If you shoot, I shoot.
Pick!

Now!

That felt good.

Yes, it did.

You're not...

I am.

You were supposed to be
consumed by the sun.

Why was I left there?

You are not of the
same mind as we are.

And what mind is that, sister?

I'm begging you to tell me.

This isn't over, Trance Gemini!

I guess that's what
they call a black hole.

Beka, are you all right?

I'm all right now.

Dylan, I was afraid.

We should all be afraid.

It's not over yet.

This is it.

Methus-2 is officially gone.

Come on, Vedran braking system.

I fear I am definitely
out of possible futures.

This will work.

I feel it.

I know it.

Solar impact
with Seefra-1 in fifty eight
seconds.

Impact in 46 seconds.

Well, when used appropriately,
Vedran technology can be very
reliable.

At least that's what
I'm holding onto.

Yeah, plus, how many times
has Trance been wrong?

In this case, she only
has to be wrong once.

I'm with Harper on this one.

Dylan, we better get ready
to get the heck out of here.

It's too late.

It's stopping?

I think it's stopping. It's
stopping, right? Tell me
it's stopping, Rommie.

Incorrect.

What?

It has stopped.

Well done...

everyone.

Mr. Harper,
let's talk about Burma.

What's to talk about? He's a
dangerous, misguided creep
with lots of unfocused anger.

How did he get on
the ship, Harper?

That's a great question.

Maybe I better check the ship
for glitches. See what Burma
and his boys did, huh?

Harper, how did he get on board?

Harper!

Harper had no choice, Dylan.

You can blame his supposed
superior intellect or his
confirmed physical weakness.

The choice is yours.

Well, he did save me from
having to save his life.

Actually, when you let
Burma think you didn't
care if he killed Harper,

and you knew it
wouldn't end there,

you did save his life.

And when you were
on Methus-2, you knew
we could take care of Burma.

I didn't know that.

Well, now you do.

And now that you know that
we've succeeded as a team...

Now that, I already knew.

Yes, but now you can
take a vacation.

Or a nap.

A nap?

You know what?
Maybe I should take a nap,

and let you guys do all my work.

A long nap.

Welcome back.

Things will never be
the way they were.

There will be repercussions.

There always are, Trance,
but today is a good day.

You know, we did kick butt
rather spectacularly.

We flattened those "abyssholes."

It was rather enjoyable.

Speak for yourself.

You only had one guy.

Yeah, the Abyss.

At one time, I was
fighting off ten men.

I? We. We, we.

Ladies, ladies, ladies.

Trance?

You coming?

Oh, so I finally figured out
Harper's password.

Valentine.

Are you sure you spelled
"Dream Doyle" right?

A nap.

Someday.