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I can't hold it together.

Increase AP power.

Wide open on my mark.

What? No, we've got to decrease.

I'm losing it.

The new converters may not hold.

And mark!

Whoa, baby!

What the hell just happened?

That does not happen every day.

Converters held,
AP reactors still intact,

and plasma regulators are solid.

Well, I'm glad you're so together.

I'm a mess.

It's good flying, Beka.

Thanks, and how did you know
going faster would kick us out?

Oh, just a guess.

Particle flux
on control surfaces diminished

with acceleration.

We exited slipstream

into a highly eccentric orbit
around the planet Perliss Mott.

And all the new equipment
came through,

colors flying.

Excellent.

We've been targeted by an attack drone

from the seventh moon.

It's on an intercept trajectory.

Battle blades extending.

Identify.

Signature unknown.

Enhance.

It's coming directly
from the surface of that moon.

One attack drone, one shot.

Ah, a little mosquito.

For those that don't know,

a mosquito is a little insect
from Earth that ya'...

...because you never know
what they're carrying.

Give it a swat, Rommie.

It's coming right at us.

It's built for some other purpose.

Built to die?

So it's a suicide sucker or...

Retract blades now!

Retracting.

Never bet against the little guy.

I've been telling people that.

I'm losing power
across all of my systems.

Some type of energy leach
has connected itself to me.

Origin?

Seventh moon, Septa Parisis.

Orbit is degrading.

It's humiliating.

Pull us out of here.

Boss, we're already at full thrust.

There's an artificial gravity field

that's canceling out my acceleration.

Like I said, I'm barely
keeping us in orbit here.

Tell me we are not going
to crash into that moon.

Rommie?

My emergency thrusters

are counteracting
the artificial gravity field,

but as soon as my power reserves
are gone,

I will not be able to hold out.

Which means

we are going to crash into that moon.

It's never easy.

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.

We are maintaining orbit.

However, I must reiterate
that the energy drain,

coupled with the gravity field,

will eventually pull us
into the moon.

This is what caused our problems
in slipstream.

Affirmative.

Localized destabilization
resulting from

the artificially-created
gravity field

emanating from that moon,
Septa Parisis,

and we're not the first ship
it's captured.

Yeah, but only the most powerful.

Powerful enough to beat it?

Rommie, Sector G-2-2,
infrared and radio wavelengths.

Call me paranoid,
but what does that look like?

A point-singularity weapon.

Last time we saw one of those...

The Magog World Ship?

Anyone seen my stomach pump?

Scanning the structure.

Harper, you'll be relieved to know

that it's not operational.

Although, I do estimate
completion within weeks.

Let's blow the crap out of it.

I would love to,
but we can't spare

the energy right now,

but once we're out of danger,
that is our first target.

This is a very clever design.

The power leach
is on the moon's surface.

The gravity field generator
has been placed

deep down inside the moon.

So we destroy the surface part
before it can shoot. Simple.

Not so much.

After energy-mapping
both machines,

it appears that destroying only one

would trigger a massive EM pulse,

much larger than I'm rated for,
even after my retrofit.

I'd have no power left

to counteract
the moon's gravitational pull.

We're trapped
unless we destroy both parts.

At the same time.

Fine. I love a challenge.

I knew I'd heard it before.
Septa Parisis,

as in "the treasure of."

A treasure so fantastic, it's fantastic,

legendary, even, but to get to it,

picture a place infested with Magog.

- Must we?
- No, let's not.

Instead, we follow
Harper's simple three-step plan

to fame and riches.

Step one, find a way
not to crash and die.

Right! So boosting the regulators,

like we're doing should deliver us
enough power to get us step one.

Step two, avoid the Magog like the Magog.

- Check.
- Step three,

find treasure, live large.

Hmm, so large, large looks small,

as in "hand-and-foot being waited on"

instead of "hand-to-mouth
scraping by."

Yeah. Can you see me?

Personal attendants clearing a path

through throngs of adoring women
throwing themselves at my feet.

"Make way, make way
for Seamus Zelazny Harper,

the universe's richest,
most eligible bachelor."

What say we just focus on step one?

Okay.

Replay Tri-Lorn's message.

Hello. You are now using
the Commonwealth security-coded

artificial intelligence
communication system

allowing you and the sender
interpersonal discussions

through the use of a limited
artificial intelligence.

On a preordained schedule,

- each Commonwealth ship...
- Skip that, Andromeda.

You led me into a trap.

As one of three Triumvirates,
Tri-Jema, Tri-Ortiz,

and myself,

I am entrusted with the governing

of the Commonwealth.
I gave you an order.

My job, your duty.

The Triumvirate is not responsible

for any problems that you encounter

on your mission.

Bad intelligence kills good soldiers.

Search and destroy.

It's a simple enough order, captain.
Follow it.

You know, whoever created this

has serious technology down there,

and you knew that
before you sent me here.

Message not programmed to answer.

Well, of course not.

Any information would be helpful, sir.

Commonwealth intelligence
believes that the moon,

Septa Parisis was created
by one named Kroton,

The Great Engineer.

His particular gift

comes from being half-Android,
half-human.

The best of both worlds,
or the worst.

He designed the Magog World Ship,

it's believed. We are...

unsure what plan he's embarked on now,

but whatever it is, you must stop him.

That is a Triumvirate order.

I have to save my own ship first.

That's enough, Andromeda.

Pull all records on Kroton.

Kroton's origin is mysterious.

The first sign of him
was a solar disturbance in M-86,

over 400 years ago.

Right. That's Saxena-Troy.

The magnetic field there
is still fluctuating.

Then there was the computer virus

on the planet Marduk Major.

The Androids went berserk
and wiped out the colonists.

Well, if our man
is down there on that moon,

I think I may go berserk
and wipe him out myself.

Maybe I won't own an entire planet

inhabited solely by women.

It's unnecessary
and too much responsibility.

Besides, they'll be all over me,
anyway, with that treasure.

If it's gems,

I say we keep the best and sell the rest.

Now, that's thinking.

What a kick, huh?

Hidden treasure, power-sucking moons,

hungry Magog.

It's like bedtime stories
my nana told me.

But I will bet

she didn't believe
they were true, Mr. Harper.

Hey, boss, we...

didn't see you standing there.

Just like I know
that you don't believe

any of these treasure tales.

If there is treasure,

it logically follows
that I deserve it,

therefore we could find it
and be filthy rich.

Yes, but on the other hand?

On the other hand,

we could end up passing through
the digestive tract of a Magog

and that's the happy ending.

Right. It would be nice
to find the treasure,

but even nicer to stay alive.

Priorities are important.

So, the Maru in 15.

Huh?

Come on, Beka.

You are good enough to slip us
right through that energy web.

- We're going down.
- I knew it.

Even Dylan can't resist the hunt
of loot waiting to be looted.

Uh, if it actually exists.

Tell you what, Harper.

You can hunt
for your little treasure,

just as long as we destroy
both of those power sources

within the next 11.5761 hours.

That's exactly how long we have

before Andromeda
crashes into that moon.

If we're all still alive after that,

well, then, fine. Knock yourself out.

Be my guest,
hunt away for your treasure.

Priorities.

I need you to stay here
and hold down the fort.

You're concerned
because what's down there

is so powerful and destructive?

That's right.

I'm ready to fight, captain.

Now is not the time.

Can't disagree with that,
but, Dylan, remember,

what you're looking for
is also looking for you.

Descending to
the sixth moon of Perliss Mott.

The atmosphere is breathable

and the ion storm will be on us
within the hour.

I'm picking up a distress signal.

Signature Commonwealth standard?

Survivors from a crashed ship?

Get us as close to it as you can.

There's gotta be
thousands of them down there.

Biggest junkyard I've ever seen.

Or the biggest crash test.

A shallow layer of metal filings
covers the surface.

Residuum from vessels
crashed here so long ago,

they've now worn down to dust.

The source of the distress
signal is directly ahead.

How much do you want to bet,
this whole mission

is a Commonwealth scheme
to get our treasure?

Probably.

Although this doesn't seem
like the great idea

it was 30 miles up.

We're outnumbered!

It's only one person!

Rommie.

- Do I have to?
- Go.

Drop your weapon,
and you can keep your head.

Dylan?

Dylan Hunt?

Hello, Molly.

And then, finally, all I could do was

crash the best I could.

And out of seven people
on your mission,

you're the only one left?

Three of us survived.

I'm the only one alive now.

They were counting on me

to bring them through
in one piece,

and I failed them,
and they're dead now.

Sometimes you can't
keep your ship flying,

no matter how hard you try.

She's right, Molly.
You can't blame yourself.

Tell us about your mission.

We were after
the point singularity weapon.

I had a PS scientist
and combat engineers on board.

So your mission
was to study the technology

and bring that tower down.

Why did you fire on us?

Once I was alone,
about a week ago,

the attacks started.

Attacks? What attacks? Magog?

No, one guy,

but...

sometimes he'd be everywhere
at the same time.

Dylan, we've got company.

There is more than one guy.

That's him.

Captain Hunt.

Welcome... to where you will die.

He knows you.

Yeah, well, I'm a popular guy.

To the Maru!

Get down! Go!

Good work, Rommie. Get in here.

Boss, what do we do?
We can't fire on them

or that power sucker
will get us.

We'll be stuck here forever.

Well, if you're dead,
you don't know you're stuck.

Point taken. Firing.

Dylan, there's some kind
of energy net over us.

Well,

the good news is we're stuck,
but we're alive.

What's the bad news?

We're stuck.

There.

That should hold, if we're lucky,

five minutes maybe.

This moon sucks, literally.

Anything with a power source, it drains.

Trance has located a large biomass

somewhere nearby.

It could also be the source
of our power leach.

So the question is
how do we get there.

You know, I made some modifications,

during that last retrofit,
to this piece of...

Don't you insult my ship.

Well, whatever you did,
Mr. Harper,

now might be a good time
to test whatever you did.

Everything's operative.
I just, I need more juice.

Well, if all you need
is a little extra power.

Harper, where do you find time
to do this?

My bio-batteries can run
a vehicle this small

for some time.

Great things in small,
and in this case hot, packages.

Now, stand back
and prepare to be amazed.

Harper, you're a genius.

I know, and you, Rom-doll,
are my hero.

- I know.
- Very good, Mr. Harper.

Now take us out of here.

Radio-controlled explosives.

Where did you learn to make these?

Military Academy.

That's very impressive.

Captain Hunt, something else
I learned at military academy

is chain of command,
and I intend to follow it.

Lieutenant Molly Noguchi
reporting for duty, sir.

Well, lieutenant.

Sorry.

Um.

There's been a break
in another kind of chain.

That's when, you know,
two people have...

been, you know,
and then one doesn't talk

to the other one
for nearly three years

Molly, two years, and I can explain.

Well, certain formalities
need to be observed.

Ah.

Until certain links in that chain

have been reforged.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I... I can work with that.

Good.

I'm all for doing the right thing.

All right. Let's see if anybody's home.

Molly and I will take
the surface installation.

You three have the one
embedded inside the moon.

Contact me when your explosive
is in place.

Let's hope Rommie holds out that long.

We'll see you back here
in exactly seven hours.

Actually, it's six hours
and fifty-nine minutes,

but, hey, who's counting?

Mr. Harper.

What's that?

Ogami transport.

Markings match The Red Fedorov,

lost 316 years ago.

Rommie,
what was the cargo on the Fedorov?

Cargo listed as serial quantum chips.

Serial quantum chips. Sheesh.

Those babies are only the fastest,

smallest micro-processors ever built,

virtually unobtainable since
the fall of the Commonwealth.

They're probably worth a...

- Treasure!
- Treasure!

- Jackpot.
- Jackpot.

You know, lieutenant, you're right.

This first-name-basis thing is overrated,

but still, you know,
Molly is a very pretty name.

Hmm, Dylan,

sounds like a villain.

Oh, really?

Well, I can be a little bit nasty,

but I'm definitely
one of the good guys.

That same guy again.

And again.

What are the odds of identical triplets

all being on the same planet,

all wanting to kill us?

I'd say those odds are pretty good.

I've had a lot of strange things
happen to me the last 306 years.

Uh-oh. This can't be good.

You okay?

I'm still alive. You?

Oh, I've had better days.

Target's that way.

Go! Go!

Dylan?

Lost him.

Ion turbulence is the worst.

Makes me just a little nervous

about setting off two explosions
at the same time.

We can't raise the Andromeda, either?

Negative.

I estimate 6.5 hours
until Andromeda is incinerated.

Hey, hey, hey. Nothing's incinerating,

unless you count the rock

and dirt this baby's going to burn.

This is going to work, right, Harper?

Please. The pulsed laser
creates a local vacuum tunnel.

I squirt AP right down
the middle of it,

one microgram at a time,
and then it cuts

like a hot knife
through protein paste.

Harper?

Or the anti-protons
blow back into the nose cone,

and we turn into

a lovely bouquet of carbon atoms.

Hmm.

And target vector is 137 degrees,

downhill all the way.

Powering up pulsed laser.

Rommie, are you okay?

Just do what you have to do, Harper.

It's working!

Ha ha! Whoo!

Cutting through and going in.

That sounds like an army.

More members
of the look-alike club.

Way more.

And they're headed our way.

I really don't want to be around
to see this.

No argument here.

Wait, wait.

What if it's a trick?

Well, there's one way
to find out.

It's a very good trick.

Whoever or whatever they are,
they're still coming.

Jeez, they're loud.

Door.

It's an auto-defense system.

Where are we?

According to this, between
a rock and a spare part.

I'm feeling unusual.

Tachyon diagnostic
echo-delta niner-zero complete.

Targeting systems,
inertial guidance...

- Rommie?
- ...propulsion.

Harper?

I'm not...

My mind isn't...

It's the power drain.

Just my luck.

A woman with her higher
brain functions on hold.

Not on hold.

I'm losing coherence
in my cognitive ability.

- Don't you go on me.
- I'm Rommie, not mommy.

- Harper?
- Yes.

Don't cling to me.

Right.

That's weird.

I'm detecting a major shift in density.

Hold on!

Everyone okay?

What was that?

We're level again,

90 degrees to our previous vector.

Let's give your batteries a rest.

Thank you, Harper.

It feels like you care.

Only in the worst way.

We're in some sort of cave.

Let's take a look.

Whoa, the ground's reflective
or something.

I guess it's not a cave.

I'm feeling a little better
now that I'm not sharing power.

Why don't we try this?

We're trapped.

Yeah, we need to find a way

to slow those bad boys down.

Huh. A power coupler.

Find me a capacitor.

50 mega-farads. Two is better.

Ah, the old "make an overload bomb

out of the available materials" plan.
I like this plan.

Mm-hmm.

And then all you have to do is...

Charge it with my force lance.

Now on to plan B?

Well, we're farther along
in the alphabet, but yeah.

We've got to shut down
that auto-defense system.

Well, maybe I'll ask it
to turn itself off.

I will grant you, your charm
can be very persuasive,

but how are you going to do that?

I'll make the defense system
think that someone else

is at the control panel.

Huh.

How do you think these things up?

You're not the only one
who graduated from the academy.

An army of Androids.

This would qualify
as a threat to the Commonwealth.

You are created to hate organic kind.

Destroy what you hate.

Hate is your reason to bring darkness.

That is not a healthy internal narrative.

No.

All these ships, they're powering up

this Android army.

Andromeda's stopping off their tanks.

This is a battle waiting to happen.

It's never going to happen.

Why don't we just use this?

That's for our target.

It's the only way to save the Andromeda,

but first, we have to
destroy this Android army

before they reach the Magog.

It looks like it's time
for another improv.

What's your plan?

You are kidding.

Molly, we are a team.

Spoken like a true gentleman.

Did I mention that according
to some rules of engagement,

a kiss is the reward
for an honorable act?

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

- For luck.
- Right.

Okay. Uh, we need power.

Power is the key, or overpower.

We could burn out their processors

with an EMP surge.

That's a good idea, but keep it simple.

Look around and use what we've got.

Oh, a thruster from an old Brio missile.

That's excellent.
Nothing beats low tech,

especially when you're making a bomb.

- We need fuel.
- Uh-uh-uh.

Let's see. We have it.

It's in the cone.

Well, how do we launch it?

We don't. Chain reaction.

- We let the fuel do the work.
- Exactly.

This, they didn't teach at the academy.

Shall I?

Be my guest.

How's that explosive coming, Harper?

- All set.
- Let's do it.

Okay. We're in business,

and with time to spare.

No sense sticking around.

Our target is right... there.

Let's set that bomb and get out of here.

Take cover!

You're hit.

Time for this to end, Captain Hunt.

You can go no further.

I am Kroton, the original.

- Original what?
- Original creep.

With the help of the Magog,

I will lead a revolt of Androids

and the Commonwealth will fall.

Not on my watch!

I'm not finished with you, Captain Hunt.

Well, that's too bad,
because I'm finished with you!

I was created to destroy all organics.

Well, that's pretty funny,
because you're a half-organic.

It must be awfully hard
to live with yourself...

No, I am complete.

The Commonwealth is helpless
without you, Captain Hunt.

That is why we brought you here to die.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You're not supposed
to tell me the ending.

Now you've spoiled everything.

Molly!

I am The Great Engineer,
The Mover of Worlds.

My age is more than 500 of your years.

Well, that's as old
as you're going to get.

I will see the end of all organics.

Speaking as an organic,
I don't think so.

You will not interfere with me.

I've got news for you, pal. I already am.

Who's going to stop me?

Darkness, my ally.

How's that for darkness?

You have some anger issues, don't you?

You look like hell.

Oh, I had him right where I wanted him.
Hurry up.

- Okay, it's set.
- Let's get out of here.

How are we doing for time, Rommie?

We have 92 minutes
until rendezvous with Dylan.

Red Fedorov off the port side.

Beka, that's an hour and a half
of treasure hunting.

Quantum memory chips,
Seamus, you read my mind.

Time for the primary event.

Yes, I hear.

Yes, I obey.

That's it. We've got to go.

What? The storm's breaking.

- I can go back for one more load.
- Uh-uh.

Harper, we only have 18 minutes
until we rendezvous with Dylan.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

We've overstayed our welcome.

Storm's breaking. Maybe we'll get lucky.

Harper, Beka, do you copy?

I'm so tired of shooting
at the same individual.

Dylan, do you read me?

Trance, talk to me.

The moon is shaking itself to pieces.

You have to get out of there.

Uh, Trance, I'm a little busy right now.

Can we talk later?

You'll have to leave now
or there won't be a later.

Let's pretend like this might be the end.

Pretend?

Yeah, because then I can say things

like "if only we had more time,"
and all that.

Molly, we don't have to pretend.
This may be it.

Boss, we're about one minute out.

Are you okay?

Yeah, we'll be right there.

Go! Go!

Harper, you're late.

Beka, go!

I'm all over it.

What am I looking at?

Boss, we're rich.

Only if we get off this moon.

Speaking of this moon,
the entire place is hollow,

built by a freaking genius.

Yeah, he also happened to build
the Magog World Ship.

Make that "evil psychotic genius."

Trance, bombs are in place.

Activate so we can get out of here.

Igniting.

Full power is restored.

I'm raising Andromeda up
to a standard orbital track

and beginning launch sequence
on the Maru's main engines.

Beka, fast would be great.

This engine's at full throttle now.

That's not what I wanted to hear.

Harper?

A tectonic fracture
has expanded along the equator.

The moon's splitting
into two hemispheres.

Mountain ranges along the leading equator

are breaking apart.

They're hinges. Giant hinges.

That's why it was so bright down there.

The mirrors.

They're some kind
of focusing mechanism

for a light-based weapon.

Where does he get this stuff?

Do you really think
he survived the explosions?

I do now.

That entire moon is a ship.

He's going to rendezvous
with the Magog World Ship.

Together,
they're going to be unstoppable.

It's slipstream capable.
He's powering up the GFG lens.

Androids can't navigate slipstream.

Kroton is half-human.

Rommie, route all power
to the gravity-field generators.

Make me five slipstream portals.

So he can't open one of his own.

And only one of the five
will be any good.

Exactly.
Five doors and only one way out.

And Kroton can't tell the difference.

Well, that's the plan.

- He's hailing us.
- Screen.

Haven't you failed enough?

Five choices.

Guess right,
and you're back with the Magog.

Guess wrong, and you're space dust.

Not a problem if you're an organic.

The human in me calls your bluff.

The Android in me will win.

Yeah, but I'll bet the Abyss in you

is very, very uncomfortable.

Go ahead, Kroton. Pick one.

Dylan, if Kroton is wrong,

the resulting explosion
could vaporize us.

Okay, the Harper in me
thinks this plan sucks.

Yeah, that's not a very good plan.

No, if we move to safety, he'll know.
We have to bluff.

- I love this plan.
- Thank you.

He's choosing.

Well?

Hull integrity stable.
We're going to make it.

A capsule escaped the blast.

It is entering the correct portal.

Well, we got him this time.
We can get him again next time.

Yeah, but the World Ship
is still out there

and it's headed our way.

- My luck.
- And mine.

Who knew they'd be ruined
by years of exposure

to cosmic rays?

How can the only options
be "poor and alive,

rich and dead"?

For now, Harper.

Someday you may be able
to buy your mom those shoes.

Yeah, maybe. Then again,

she always wanted a blender.

Next time, Ma.

Clean clothes.

Oh, and that shower.

Yeah, but I was beginning
to like you the other way.

Oh, well, thank you, I think.

I was liking it so much that I thought

maybe, I'd offer you a spot
on the Andromeda.

You want me around?

Oh yeah.

It feels like you're part of the team.

- Yeah, it does, doesn't it?
- Mm-hmm.

So...

should we pretend we're in danger,

so we can kiss?

Why should we pretend?

I can't.

Why not?

Because you inspire me.

Hmm.

Well, thank you, I think.

No, I mean, you inspire me
to have my own life,

out there, wherever there is.

You do that for me.

Then it's a good thing, Molly,

and I never mess around
with a good thing.

Yes, you do.

Yeah, I do.