All language subtitles for Andromeda S04E06 - Soon the Nearing Vortex (1)

The prison transport
has no markings,

but their transponder
is Commonwealth.

Readings indicate
two life forms.

One pilot, one prisoner.

Hail the Nietzscheans.

They're responding.

Cease fire immediately.

I can and will destroy you
and your remaining ships.

I'm going to make you
regret those words, captain.

You and what army, pal?

Well, you can't say
I didn't warn them.

- Rommie?
- Firing.

The remaining
Nietzschean vessels

are retreating into slipstream.

I want to talk
to that transport pilot.

On screen.

Well, they say
it is a small universe.

Admiral Telemachus Rhade.

"Admiral" on the old Terazed,
Captain Hunt.

In the new Commonwealth,
I'm lieutenant commander.

Well, it's good to see you,
whatever the rank.

Warm greetings
to you as well, sir.

You and Andromeda
are a welcome surprise.

Yeah, speaking of surprises,
what is a Commonwealth prison transport

doing out here
with zero tac support?

Priority nine mission.
Need-to-know only.

I can say my destination
is Terazed.

All the more reason for support.

We will accompany you
to Terazed.

- Thank you, no.
- No?

I'm under strict orders.

No Commonwealth ships
are to be involved.

Tell me about your prisoner.

My prisoner's identity
is confidential,

and must remain so.

Detecting multiple
slipstream events.

The Nietzscheans have
returned with a battle fleet.

Oh. That army.

Okay, big welcome.

They're only targeting the transport's
GFG lens and weapons pod.

Well, whoever the prisoner is,
the Nietzscheans want him alive.

Escape pod from the prison ship.

Nietzscheans intercepting.

They're going in for the kill.
Get us closer.

Emergency alert. Prisoner escaping.

It appears
the Nietzscheans split

in 13 directions
after they entered slipstream.

Whoever Rhade's prisoner was,
he's in another galaxy by now.

Another escape pod
from the transport.

That's Rhade.

He won't clear the explosion.

Get us in there fast.
Let's scoop him up.

Compensating for acceleration.

Rhade is unharmed
and in Hangar 17-Echo.

Can't be a good day
when you lose your ship.

Worse, when you lose your ship

and your prisoner.

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.

Captain, I don't want
to seem ungrateful,

but recovering the prisoner
was more important than rescuing me.

I don't believe in sacrificing
a Commonwealth member

to chase down a prisoner
that I don't give a damn about.

However, if you want
to tell me about him,

I might be able to, you know,
help you find him.

You only need to know
it was my duty to bring him in,

and it was my failure.

Your prisoner was Tyr Anasazi.

- I am under orders...
- Come on.

A small surprise attack
followed by an entire fleet?

The Nietzscheans
want their leader back.

Not all Nietzscheans believe
that Tyr Anasazi

is their legitimate heir.

Not all humans either.

He served under me
for three years, Rhade.

I know him pretty well,

and this whole thing
smells like Tyr to me.

I've studied him for three years.

I know what Dylan Hunt will do,

how each member of his crew
will respond.

You're the perfect choice, agreed.

Once the Magog
World Ship arrives,

we're going to live,
you and I, with power.

Once the Abyss
controls this universe,

our only power
will be what it gives us.

We have two choices.

Make a deal
and survive the cataclysm,

or stop it altogether.

Destroy the Abyss.

A worthy challenge
for the heir of Drago Museveni.

I've united Prides
from three galaxies.

I have an army
even the Abyss should fear.

Well, we can only hope you live up
to your idea of yourself.

I learned long ago,

get out of the office.

The servants pack
different things.

Everything within these walls
survived the fall.

This was what was left.

Our library was here,

hidden caves underneath
all these flowers.

The Collectors survived, Tyr,

because they controlled
information,

the most secret of secrets.

Yes, that and murder,

blackmail, extortion.

And so much more.

The other day I ate a Than.

Delicious.

Did you ever do that?

I didn't think so.

You see, Tyr,

Collectors are respected,
should be,

but some are more realistic
than others.

So, then, yes. Two choices.

To live or live well.

Either case, we'll have
to deal with the Abyss,

and to do that,

I need certain information.

I will deliver you
the Route of Ages,

as agreed.

It is key

to finding a weakness
in the Abyss.

Tantalizing.

This is...

absolutely...

the record of wars
with the Abyss.

Cycles of attack,

cycles of repulsion
over millennia.

Two elements.

The dark and the light.

The Route of Ages, Tyr.

Get it.

You're nothing without me,

and I demand respect.

How's your food now?

We are under orders
to return Rhade to Terazed,

but sometimes
you have to disobey orders.

Hobie River protocol,
article 77.

"No soldier is forced
to follow an order that's illegal."

No trial, no defense,
no evidence.

That's illegal.

Do the Collectors really
have that much power?

Could they start a secret war
inside the Commonwealth?

And Tri-Lorn.
What's the bug up his nose?

If Tyr's involved,

the worst is possible,

probable, make that certain

in the make-no-mistakes
sort of certain sort of way.

You know, you all condemn Tyr,
but you don't know.

What about Rhade?
What do we know about him?

Really nothing.

Tyr risked his life for us,
lots of times.

Technically, Beka,
you are correct.

However, Tyr's also been devious
an equal number of times.

And probably more,

if you count the times
he could have been so devious,

we never even
found out about it.

Dylan? You haven't said
what it is you think.

It's no coincidence
that we ran into Rhade.

It's no coincidence
that Tyr was his prisoner,

or that he escaped.

More importantly,

Tyr knows that we're here
discussing this.

He's using us for his purposes.

Our job is to play along until

his intentions are clear.

We're going to do exactly
what he wants us to do?

Tyr needs to think
that he's smarter than we are.

That's a lie I can live with.

We tracked him to this spot,

but I'm not sure
what he was after.

You were following
Commonwealth orders?

Of course,

but I have made it
my personal objective as well.

I hold him responsible for the destruction
of the new Commonwealth.

It isn't destroyed.

Weakened, yes, but believe me,

there are much larger forces
than Tyr Anasazi

trying to shake
the Commonwealth to pieces.

I think all Nietzscheans should take
his treachery as a personal insult.

Tyr was looking for something.

And now so are we.

And as soon as the gravity field generator
is repaired,

we will be on our way
to Terazed with Rhade.

Hunt out.

Verify.

I'll dispatch a courier
to Tri-Lorn immediately,

but you are aware,

we suffered no
damage to our GFG.

We did if I say we did.

Strategic truth.

Right, and the strategy is?

I need time to find Tyr
and understand his scheme.

Rhade is the key to that.

Right, and the truth is?

I am beginning not to trust
certain aspects

of the Commonwealth,

and I don't like that one bit.

Gendler system.

One inhabited planet,
Rose Five, sparsely populated.

Well?

It was here
that we captured him.

Wait a minute.

Was that there a second ago?

How the hell could
Tyr overlook that?

Those bones must be
going to his head.

Well, let's see
if anybody's home.

Is it just me, or did it seem

a lot smaller from the outside?

Rhade, watch our back.

Are you lost?

Aren't we all?

You are Dylan Hunt,

and through me, you are found.

Wow. Except for waking up

next to certain
satisfied android,

now I've seen everything.

This is an accurate representation

of our position in the galaxy.

Universe, even.

I've never seen
anything like this.

The map of everywhere.

I know why I'm here.

It's Tarn Vedra.

Is it still there?

The map knows only truth.

Boss, Earth.

See? One moon.

Life is wherever you look.

Older than you can imagine.

The universe is alive with life.

With death as well.

We were hoping
to find some answers.

Yes, I know.

I am Aurelia,

and this, then,

- Trance Gemini?
- We do know each other.

Sister, welcome.

I feel like I haven't been here
in so long, have I?

Time is useless.

You're here now.

I feel like I'm at home.

Were you expecting her?

What would you like to see?

I would like to see
that which I fear the most.

As you wish.

There.

Over there.

Unmapped.

Unwelcome.

It is good to fear it.

That is where we have to go.

Oh, jeez, not again.

Trance, tell me what you see.

I see the doorway to the Abyss.

Creepy.

I'm ready.

A hologram.

Whoa, a tangible hologram.

Like the universe, it is alive.

And like life,
it will flourish in sunlight.

Captain!
It's time to move! Quickly.

Sharp Nietzschean observation.

Harper!

Time for a supernova.

Let's go!

Hello, Tyr.

When we parted,

you asked if we would be

friends or enemies
when next we met.

Well, I think I've got my answer.

You have what I need.

Give it to me.

Here you go.

I think you know what I want.

No.

- Aurelia, no!
- Let's go!

Tyr, you coward!

Please don't die.

I am in no pain.

Death is not an end.

It is a beginning.

It was my time.

Not yours.

Your life is more precious now.

No. All lives are the same.

Do you know what the map holds?

The Route of Ages,
but I don't know how to use it.

Trance knows.

She knows.

To prosper, they must
understand one another.

Trance is your only guide.

I have no time for you.

I have used you.
Now I am done with you.

Tyr Anasazi,

I call upon you to meet me
on the plains of Sabratino.

You're an embarrassment

to all Nietzschean Prides.

I am the reincarnation
of Drago Museveni.

The Progenitor would not
shoot a blind prophet.

You are what's wrong
with the Nietzschean race.

Selfish, self-absorbed,

unaware of your own limitations.

Your career will end here.

I will end it.

Go ahead.

Make Drago proud.

Andromeda.

Launching.

That's where she belongs.

It's up to us to make
her death mean something.

Psycho-hypnotic induction.

A wonderful thing.

I warned you about Dylan Hunt,

and now he has my map.

He has the Route of Ages.

That works to our
advantage, Pish.

Tell me, if you had your map,

could you read it?

Dylan and his crew, in their limited way,
are good at what they do.

I have confidence they will
solve the puzzle for us.

And you'll be there
when he does.

I know how he thinks.

That is my advantage.

Rhade served the purpose
of hooking Dylan

into our scheme.

Soon Dylan
will serve his purpose,

then I'll dispose of them both.

If they don't kill you first.

Have you seen this?

Every time you
have forced me to, yes.

But you don't retain it.

What good is information
if it's not held on to?

The Route of Ages.

Where in space is it,

and what is at its end?

One piece eluded me,

one component to balance
the coming darkness,

until I found her.

The counter-balance.

The weight of light.

The Abyss was defeated
once before.

We can hope to do the same,

but we are out of time.

Darkness spreads.

The Magog approach.

The map is on the Andromeda.

They will decipher it.

I will follow them.

That is the plan.

Whatever's inside is alive,

and there are seven different
species in all.

Non-invasive scanning
confirms that,

although without a DNA sample,
I can't be more specific,

and they all seem to be
photo-reactive.

Aurelia said life forms need
to understand each other.

That's why we're going
to let them interact.

What's it doing?

It's becoming itself.

Okay, here's a question.

How do we know that when
"it" becomes "itself,"

"itself" is going to like us?

It's called having trust.

Look.

What is it?

It's a way in.

Into where?

It feels to me like
this is your territory.

It holds promise

as a way into the Abyss.

A way to defeat the darkness.

It's hypnotizing.

Rommie, sunlight.

Give me an AG field.
Tilt it 180.

It's beautiful.

It's gestating, growing.

There, right at the interface.

There's so much
going on in between.

It's like a sea coast.

It has similar features
from whichever point

you're observing it,
whether you're from orbit,

from a flyer, from the beach,

or under a magnifying glass.

All things change,

but at base are the same.

Well, we all are cosmic dust,

electro-magnetic forces with varying
densities of matter and energy.

When it's ready,

it will show us
the way we have to go.

I don't think we're going
to have to wait very long.

Transferred from
a passing freighter, huh?

I hope it's not another
traffic violation.

Hey, I've been flying
straight and narrow

since those last tickets.

Give me some privacy, will you?

Of course.

Greetings, powerful woman.

What do you want, Tyr?

I have information, Beka.

You'll end up on a slave ship,
or Magog food,

if you stay on board
the Andromeda.

My coordinates,

where I am waiting for you.

I'll tell you my story,

and I'll hold nothing from you.

Nothing at all, Beka.

On the bones of Drago Museveni,

I give you my word.

This should be interesting.

Hi, Beka.

- Still nothing?
- Sunlight and time.

That's what Trance says, anyway.

Listen, Dylan, I thought
you'd want to see this.

It's from Tyr.

Tell me what I should know.

Not much.
He says, "trust me."

You still care for him.

As much as you can care

for a self-centered,
self-important Nietzschean.

Beka,

thanks for being up-front.

Hey, it was going
to take you ten seconds

after I left
to look at it anyway, right?

Oh, less than that.

Andromeda, play back message.

Accessing.

Much of the contents
have self-destructed.

Oh, that's a shocker.

Tyr, nice haircut.

I am at your service, captain.

Let's cut the crap.

I know you want to follow us,
and you want the Route of Ages,

so why don't you just tell me
what you know first?

Only that you will fail.

That I will prosper.

Obviously,
this was pre-recorded.

There's a first time
for everything, Dylan.

And there's always
a last time, too, Tyr.

Andromeda, hangar doors, please.

Of course.

When can we expect you back?

Oh, you know bill collectors.
Two, three days, max.

I was under the impression

you had cleared all your debts.

There's one more.

Just the one.

We're right on their tail, boss.

This was Beka's last jump.
The Arun Roy system.

The mysterious rock
Tyr crawled back under.

Not so mysterious anymore.

Rommie, keep us away
from his long-range sensors.

I don't want him
to know we're here, or Beka.

Don't worry, boss.
She'll be back sooner or later.

I'm sure of it. I think.

Insubordination.

It can't be tolerated.

We do things a little bit
differently here.

I understand.

Or at least,
I'd like to understand.

It's what fascinates me
about humans.

You'll get the hang of it.

We are predictably
unpredictable.

I'm glad I left Andromeda.

My life is fulfilled now.

Better in every way.

Dylan knows I'm here with you.

It's all part of the plan.

Yeah, are you going
to tell me about that?

We're unifying
the Nietzschean Prides.

Well, I'm sure
you're the only one

who could do it.

And still...

it's not enough.

King of the Nietzscheans,
and you still want more?

Not more, Beka.

Everything.

You want to be a part
of that, don't you?

I don't know. Do I?

Does it bother you
that Dylan knows you're here?

Dylan trusts me, Tyr.

Go figure.

It's a quality you and I

haven't quite figured out yet,
have we?

Look at what's happening
on the obs deck.

We're close.

A star map.

The Route of Ages.

The sector you were
interested in.

Unmapped space mapped.

Now is the time to be bold.

Look there, in the center?
Darkness.

Andromeda, magnify.

Will you look at that?

That is kind of creepy.

I don't like the look of it.

Trance.

It's a way to save everything
that we hold dear,

so that life can continue
to unfold

and evolve and reincarnate.

That is where we have to go.

Dylan, several
Commonwealth ships

have exited slipstream.

Their signatures are High Guard,

and one is carrying a Triumvir.

Rhade.

Open channel.

Tri-Lorn, welcome to our little

corner of the galaxy,

Captain Hunt.

How are your repairs
progressing?

Done, mostly. We were just about
to get underway.

So it seems.

However, I've decided
to save you the trip.

I'm here to collect
Telemachus Rhade.

To collect him.

That's an interesting
choice of words.

No, not at all.

We have a warrant for his arrest.
I'm here to enforce it.

Tri-Lorn gave his word.

What we discovered

will clear your name
and reinstate you.

Your command is secure.

Good.

It's strange.

I don't want to leave.

Oh, well, I wouldn't
want to leave either.

Andromeda's auto-chef does make

the best coffee
in three galaxies.

That's not what I meant.

I know what my ancestor,
Gaheris Rhade, did to you.

You tried to shield me
from that truth,

but it is my greatest regret
that his actions

have drawn suspicion on my own.

What's past is past.

You are your own man,
Telemachus.

Yes, I am.

I am the new Nietzschean.

Telemachus Rhade,

out of Majorum by Rhade.

It is my hope
to earn your trust.

Our last Nietzschean
never quite cut it.

Your last Nietzschean
was a fool.

He did have a habit of leaning

on his laurels.

A true Nietzschean evolves.

Tyr Anasazi is static.

A legend in his own mind.

He had the opportunity
of a lifetime,

and he squandered it.

Opportunity of a lifetime?

Serving with Captain Dylan Hunt.

Nobody likes a suck-up, Rhade.

I am a Nietzschean

and a realist.

Only one man has defeated

our supposedly superior race.

Only one can teach me
to be a better Nietzschean.

That is you, Captain Hunt.

You simply happen to be human.

I'll take that as a compliment,

and a major league suck-up.

Either way,

I look forward
to our next encounter.

Dylan, the courier sent to track

Rhade's transport
just exited slipstream.

Screen.

Captain, Rhade was
transferred to another ship.

A real beauty, no markings.

Collectors are allowed
to travel with no markings.

Well, I had to evade their attempts
to shoot me down. I'm sending details.

The ship was heading
for the Laguna Proxima system.

Second planet appears
to be its destination.

We are five jumps
and 16 hours away.

That's too long.

I wonder if our new star map
has a shortcut we could use.

It does.

There are several
slipstream routes

not in standard charts,
all of which are faster.

Good. Show me the shortest.

Well, I am
running out of pilots.

Battle blades extending.

Laguna Proxima system.

We are about 40 klicks out
from the second planet.

Forty klicks, huh?

- Good job, boss.
- Well, thanks,

- but Beka would've dropped us in closer.
- Oh, way closer.

Beka would've had us
at least within ten.

- Uh, like I said, good job, boss.
- Thank you.

We're being hailed.

The signal shows Collector,
thirty second degree.

Thirty second degree.

On screen.

Captain Hunt,

you do not have clearance
for this orbital path,

and with battle blades extended?

I must ask you to leave.

You've got one of my crew members,
and I want him back.

Do you think you can
order me about?

Do you know who I am?

Yeah, you're one of those,
uh, Collector guys.

I understand
it's a really great job.

Not just any Collector.

I am Pish Tryan.

My knowledge
spans civilizations.

My power stretches across

three galaxies and beyond.

Only I can make that claim.

Well, making a claim and backing it up
are two different things.

Look, Collector...

Tryan, I will leave,

but I'm taking
Telemachus Rhade with me.

Who is that?

Your prisoner,
which I find unacceptable.

If I knew who that was,

and if I had him,

I'd be willing
to make an exchange.

Yeah, I'm sure. Gee,
Don't tell me, let me guess.

You're a collector
of ancient maps.

Yes, captain.

The Route of Ages.

That is an exchange
I would make.

Yeah, I wouldn't, so this is what's
going to happen.

You will surrender Rhade to me,

or I'll come get him.

This is a Commonwealth vessel.

You are treading
dangerous ground.

That's how I get my exercise.

I'm going to count to ten,
and I want your answer by seven. Hunt out.

Rommie,

please tell me you had the time
to get a schematic of his ship.

I did. I have the codes to his air locks
and the location of Rhade's cell,

which means we can drop in
on him any time, unannounced.

Excellent, Rommie.
Let's bring it.

You are having entirely
too much fun, captain.

Breaking onto a Commonwealth ship
without detection?

Disabling without killing?

I feel like I'm back
at the academy.

Well, you're not.

We have to get out more.

There could be
repercussions to this.

I don't care about that.

- Rhade's cell.
- Right.

Hey!

What took you so long?

Hey, hey.

How you doing?

Captain Hunt.

Another welcome surprise.

I don't leave my crew behind.

I'm honored, sir.

Let's get out of here.

Hold it.

You're all under arrest.

I could say the same thing,

but we'll just leave
and call it even.

You have something,
Captain Hunt,

far too valuable
for a mere starship captain.

Well, I'm more than just a mere

starship captain,
Collector Tryan.

I'm the man who's going
to use that map.

You'll die, and lose the map
in the process.

I cannot allow that.

Well, it's very thoughtful
that you care.

We'll just show ourselves out.

I don't think so.

Five, six, seven!

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Don't be stupid, soldiers.

We're all Commonwealth here.
He is not.

Wise move.

Oh, and Collector Tryan?

Next time,
you'll be collecting dust.

All right,
I'm going to tell you something.

What Dylan got from
that woman you shot?

It's a message.

They think this message
is going to...

help them, save them.

So now I have to choose,

because there's no other choice.

Tyr, I want to be part
of what you have.

I'm through with
the everyday struggle.

I mean,
look at the army you have.

If there's going to be a war,

the one to end everything,

I'd rather be here than there.

It's easier to leave now
than later.

Minding the main chance?

I'm minding my only chance.

Our courier
has returned with Tyr's coordinates,

after following the Maru's pion
trail jump for jump.

All right, let's set the course
and get out of here.

I can't wait for Beka
to be back on board.

I'll bet she can't wait, either.

Just five minutes with Anasazi
can be a yawn-fest.

She's probably been
bored to tears.

Tears, Tyr? Anyone?

I get it. That's funny.

See?

Nice to have you on board.

Let's find Beka,

then we'll follow the Route of Ages
to wherever it takes us.