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How many more?

We have 27 more.

We'll never get them
off on time.

We'll take as many
as we can get.

Rommie, report.

Primary structures
are yielding,

and environmental systems
are failing.

I estimate 3.7 minutes

until this drift buckles.

Leave the dead.

It's not working.

Take it.

I'm coming back
for another load.

Negative.

You'll never make it
over and back in time,

and Dylan,
this was no industrial accident.

The drift was attacked.

Analysis indicates
multiple warships

using heavy warheads.

[ Child moaning ]

Damnit...

Breathe.

Beka.

Beka, he's gone.

He's gone.

Dylan.

Promise me
after we've evacced this place,

we'll get
whoever did this.

Deal.

Dylan, we have

multiple ships headed this way
with weapons deployed.

Rommie, get out of there.
Tyr, activate point defense.

Point defense activated.

Shall I undock?

No. Hold
your position.

Rommie, move it!

Approaching ships
are opening fire.

Rommie!

Sealing the airlock!

Dylan, the drift
has been destroyed.

They're coming around
for another attack.

Tyr, get us out of here now!

Try to be a good Samaritan,
and this is the thanks I get.

He is the last guardian
of a fallen civilization,

a hero from another time.

Faced with a universe in chaos,

Dylan hunt
recruits an unlikely crew

and sets out
to reunite the galaxies.

On the starship Andromeda,
hope lives again.

Oh, boy,
unseen enemy.

Nothing worse,

unless it's an angry
unseen enemy.

Hey!

What did we ever do to them?

Dylan, I have
a preliminary identification

of our assailants.

Anyone we know?

I'm afraid so.

It's the than.

What?

I thought bug people
were our friends.

So did I.

Which is why
I place great stock

in paranoia.

Incoming.

Battle stations.

Well, whatever bug
got up their a...

Ovipositors,

the than have definitely
upgraded their stingers

since the last time
we had to smell them.

Shall I prepare a volley
of offensive missiles

for our former allies?

Prepare, but hold your fire.

Mr. Harper...

Oh, no.
He wants to talk to them.

I hate it when
we do this.

I know, I know.

Opening up a stupid com channel.

This is
the commonwealth starship

Andromeda ascendant.

We have no quarrel with you.

Stand down.

Over.

They're firing again.

I told you
it was stupid.

So much for diplomacy.

Just once,

I'd like to meet
someone in space

with some manners.

We've got over 50 more people
in the hall,

and they're all critical.

We can barely deal with
the patients we have now.

Let's stabilize them
with quinextorin,

then bring them in,
one every 15 minutes,

in order
of priority.

Do we have more injectors?

I need more
medical nanos.

This is wrong.

Yes, beka.

We can deal with

the inherent cruelty
of the universe later.

No, I mean,
this is wrong.

We've got
hundreds of patients here,

and none of them are conscious,

none of them.

Rommie, you've seen
battle casualties before.

Does this look
right to you?

Trance, have you finished
the blood work?

Check the medical CPU.

Retrieving.

Do you think the than
used chemical weapons?

Not chemical, biological.

We've isolated
a single-celled parasite

that's infecting
the patients' CNS.

It definitely looks to be
a biological agent,

probably delivered by warhead.

A disease?

Oh, that
is just perfect.

Airborne?

I doubt it.

It seems anaerobic,

but I'm filtering it out
just in case.

These people
have been on board

for several hours.

The parasites could be
all over the ship.

Rommie,

how does a biological weapon
infect so many so fast?

I'm on it.

Another volley.

All right.

All right,
they're bugging us to death.

I say we spray them
with citronella

or squash them underfoot.
Sir...

An all-out attack
would prove futile.

Against the than?

So far as
I can tell,

they've deployed
an entire fleet,

over 20 capital ships,

100 destroyers--

and smart enough
to stay at extreme range

and just trade missiles with us.

Brace for impact.

A commodity
they appear to have

in abundance.

Harper, head to the maru
and seal yourself in.

Tyr, weapons ready.

We'll make best speed
to slipstream range.

You want me to leave
in the middle of a fight?

Mr. Harper, how many times
do we have to go over this?

Your immune system sucks.

Hey, until rommie and trance
figure out

how those bioweapons spread,

I want you out of harm's way.

I know that used to be
my favorite place, but--

no buts. Go.

Yes, sir.

Bravely running away, sir.

Captain, I'm reading
a half dozen than fighters

at one light-minute

and closing fast.

I've got them.

They're still coming.

They've got some sort
of improved ecm.

I can't target
them all.

Just hold them off long enough
to get to a slipstream portal.

Hull breach in sector 36.

Repairing hull seal.

We've lost our port sensors and
90% of sublight engine power.

Maximum speed is
down to...

Five psl.

Slipstream engines?

Still functional for now.

In that case,
slipstream on my mark.

Three, two, one,

mark.

Well, we've made it.

Our em lens gave out.

Oh, great.

The fuel tanks
are leaking antiprotons.

This ship is almost
breaking up.

Damnit.

We lost another one.

The wounds we can treat,

but the parasitic infection
is killing them.

Every single one
of them is infected.

We know it's not
passed through touch,

it's not passed
through the air,

so we have to
figure out

how it's transmitted.

Blood?

No, that would
be too slow.

There's no way

they could have all
caught it by now.

What about symptoms?

How could we tell
when someone is first infected?

The parasites induce
a high fever,

increased heart rate,
severe dehydration.

Which would look
like what,

headache, dry mouth?

That, joint pain,
cramping, nausea.

Check, check,

and check.

Beka?

I've also got
shortness of breath

and blurred vision,

but the headaches

are definitely
the worst.

She's got it.
She's infected.

Which means in a few hours,
she'll be, um...

Dead.

The parasites propagate
along the nervous system.

Once they've compromised
a particular pathway,

they move on
to the next one.

Well, that explains
the pain

shooting up and down
my arms and legs.

Look here,

along the spinal cord,

the most heavily used
nerve pathways

in the human body.

They also happen to be
the last ones infested.

It's as if

the more heavily used
the pathway,

the harder it is
for the parasites to infect.

So theoretically,

my brain should be
the last thing to go.

Yeah.

Just one problem.

These scans are
from the patients

who were already
catatonic

when they were
brought onboard,

these scans are
from the patients

who only recently
went unconscious.

The spread
accelerates

once the patient
loses consciousness.

The longer
you can stay awake,

the slower
the infection will spread.

And if I fall asleep...

That's the big sleep.

Be prepared to pull
an all-nighter.

Sensors, trashed.

AP circuits, trashed.

Em lens, what do you know,
trashed.

Rommie, it's a good thing
I love trashy ladies,

otherwise I'd be tempted
to trade you in

for a newer model,
maybe a supermodel.

Men.

Harper, aren't you
supposed to be in the maru

hiding from the parasites?

Aren't you
supposed to be directing

your repair nanobots?

I can multitask.

Oh, and men can't?

However, if I were in the maru,

I wouldn't be out here
in the conduits

fixing you.

Ipso facto, q.E.D.,
Blah, blah, blabbedy, blah,

so there.

Besides,
I'm wearing protection.

Basically,
you've got to prioritize.

I can get you slipstream,
sensors, or sublight engines,

but not all at once,

so what do you
want first?

I would prefer
to see them coming,

but without slipstream,
we can't run.

Agreed.

Slipstream engines first,
Mr. Harper, then sensors.

Got it.

Tyr, we need to hide

while we complete
repairs.

There's an asteroid
just within range.

It's big enough
to hide the ship behind.

Give me the coordinates
and I'll bring us in.

Cover it.

This one
might still be treatable.

Over to medical.

This one, too.

It's too late
to save that one.

The parasites
have already spread

to the brain.

We still may be able
to save him.

Even if we could,

his cerebral pathways
are so badly compromised,

he'd be a walking vegetable.

Could you just partition off
another part of us

into a worker android

and have them do this instead?

You are getting
so emotional lately.

First the crew,

now people
you don't even know.

It's just that humans,

they're so vulnerable,
so delicate.

You, I...We,

given proper
maintenance,

could last
a thousand years.

Compared to us, humans
are born and gone in a day.

We're helpless without humans,

or any other organic sentient,
for that matter.

We have no purpose.

That frightens you?

It should frighten you, too.

Fear,
very counterproductive emotion.

I'm glad it's confined
to your neural net.

How do they live like this,

under the constant
threat of death?

When these ones are gone,

there will be more
to take their place.

Someone besides Dylan
will give us purpose.

They're not interchangeable.

Andromeda, engage autopilot.

Autopilot engaged.

Match the asteroid's
velocity and position.

Tyr, help me
with this relay.

Something
occurs to me.

By taking the survivors
of the drift onboard,

haven't we done
the than's work

for them?

Yes,

by exposing ourselves
to their bioweapons.

Yes, well,

perhaps it would be wise,
under the circumstances,

to off-load
the refugees.

You mean
eject them into space?

I don't advise
we tell them first.

Beka's infected.

Should we dump her as well?

I imagine

one of our patients,

or even
one of the corpses,

might hold the key
to curing her.

That's what I was thinking, too.

Beka, no.

You have to
stay awake.

I'm tired, trance.

I'm going to have to
give you a stimulant.

No, no.

No drugs.

Beka...

I can't, trance.

Me, stimulants, bad mix.

Remember?

The alternative
is not an option.

Beka, you need it.

I always need it,

every day.

I'm not going to
get through this

just to end up a drug addict,

so, uh...

I can do this.

I can stay awake
without the drugs...

If you will help me.

Beka, I do remember...

And I will help you,

and I'm going to look
for a cure,

but you have to
keep talking to me

to let me know
that you're awake.

Deal.

So why gold?

What?

Your skin, why gold?

Guess.

See, now, that sounds like
the old trance to me.

No, it's the new trance

trying to keep beka awake
by talking.

You have 10 guesses.

Okay, first guess.

You are actually
a completely different person.

That's it.

You are?

No, no.

I think I've come up with a way
to counter the parasite.

I'll have to run
a few more tests,

but I've got something,

I know it.

Good.

Dylan?

Go ahead.

Dylan, I think
I might have found...

Trance,
what's happening down there?

It's the patients,
they're attacking us.

Dylan, it's not the patients,
it's the corpses.

You really should have
felt that.

Dylan, I'm not reading
any pulses or brain waves

from the corpses
of the plague victims,

and their bodies
register

at room temperature.

Well, that would make sense.
They're corpses.

Yes.

The trouble is

they're walking around the ship
trying to kill you.

You're surprised?

That's what you get
for incessantly trying to help.

The ungrateful dead.

[ Banging ]

Rommie,
activate internal defense.

So long as they're
already dead...

No harm in killing them again.

Internal defenses activated.

Great,
just great.

Internal defenses
ineffectual.

It isn't so easy
to kill dead people, is it?

No.

Andromeda,
explore other options.

Tyr, you have command.

And stay dead.

This is creepy.

Very creepy.

Where are you going?

To help Dylan.

Dylan asked you
to help

by researching ways
to neutralize

the reanimated corpses.

Well, there's one way.

Look, you do what you do,
I'll do what I do.

We have
a job to do.

Then stop arguing with me
and do it.

Besides,
saving Dylan

is the most important thing
right now.

You're letting your feelings

cloud
your objectivity.

Am I?

Yes, you are.

Maybe that's what it feels like
to be human.

Rommie, why are the dead
trying to kill us?

Or kiss us.

You've got to be kidding me?

Sorry, guys,
but you're not my type.

Harper, where are those engines?

I'm working on it, you big--

tyr, what the hell was that?

Do you remember
that asteroid

we were hiding behind?

It's gone.

That's not good.

Well, from the raw data,

I'm guessing the than
blew up the asteroid

with some kind of controlled
antiproton explosion,

multiple warheads.

Easy enough to dodge
or intercept,

unless you're

some kind of big fat
defenseless rock, or--

or a half-blind,
half-Crippled warship.

Exactly,

so, the bad news,
we suffered even more damage.

Whatever systems worked before
probably don't now.

Good news,

there's a lot of
debris out there.

The than could doubtfully,
but maybe,

mistake us
for a chunk of asteroid

and assume
we've been destroyed.

Spores.

Rommie, shipwide.

This is hunt.

The parasites spread

by exhaling spores
into their victims' mouths.

Do not, I repeat,
do not allow them

to get close to your face.

Rommie, come on.

Spores?

I hate spores.

They're dirty.

They try to sneak in you
like a bug flying up your nose.

Hey!

Trance.

Come on, trance.

You...

No, it's going to be okay.
Don't worry.

Don't worry.
You'll be okay.

You...

Trance?

She infected me.

We've made you part of us.

And who are you?

We are the bokor.

What have you done with trance?

We've done what we always do.
We survive.

What have you done with trance?

And now, your turn.

Oh, I doubt that.

Oh...

This body is magnificent,

articulate,

not like the others.

We can't wait
to experience yours.

Warning.

Multiple
incoming vessels.

Than warships.

E.T.A.?

It's hard to tell

with my sensors
this badly damaged,

but I estimate
10 minutes 47 seconds.

Harper, I'd like those engines!

Now!

No, really?

Move it!

[ Lance powering up ]

No.

Dylan, no, it's trance.

Not anymore, it isn't.

How will we
get her back

if you destroy her body?

We don't know what her body is

or how the parasites
can possess her body

faster than ours,

so if it's all
the same to you...

Both of you,
get out of here.

I'll take care of this.

You will?

We find that doubtful.

In every species
we've ever encountered,

we prevail.

What do you want from us?

Your shells.

Our bodies.

You humans should be grateful
that we've come.

You're like mayflies.

You're here,
then you're gone.

Let us in.

Let us help you live
beyond a day.

Thanks, but no thanks.

You're not
thinking ahead.

What will you mayflies do
once you wink out?

Wink this out.

Get out of here.
I'll hold her off.

Come on, beka.

Come on!

All right, valentine,
let's go.

Come on,
move it!

There, that should hold them
for awhile.

Come on, beka.

There you go.
Stay with me.

All hands, status.

First officer
reporting.

First officer off-line,

awaiting further instruction.

Dylan,
the than fleet

is less than seven minutes away.

Power is at 10%.

Slipstream inoperative.

Harper?

Harper, status?

Uh, repairs are...

Well, it's crawling with corpses
down here, Dylan.

I can't even get close
to the key systems,

let alone repair them.

Sorry, boss.

Dylan, they've taken over
the slipstream core as well.

Maybe it's better that way.

Better?

The than attacked the drift

to stop the spread
of the bokor...

And that's why
they're attacking us.

If we win,
the bokor get through,

everyone loses.

Not on my watch.

Andromeda,
this is captain Dylan hunt.

Initiate a.P. Reactor overload.

Aye, captain.
Order acknowledged.

Come on, beka.

Come on, wake up.

Beka!

She's out cold.

She's got 30 minutes

until the parasites cross
her blood-brain barrier.

A half-hour.

How long until I send
the reactors critical?

Whatever the length of life,
we make the most of it.

30 minutes.

30 minutes to self-destruct.

Mark.

Don't worry, beka.

I'll take care of you...

One way or the other.

25 minutes to self-destruct.

All right, how about now?

No change.

You said the than would be here
in 10 minutes.

I said it was an estimate.

My short-range
sensors

are completely
incapacitated.

I'm virtually blind.

And
because of it, we're
virtually dead.

20 minutes
to self-destruct.

Shut up!

Self-destruct countdown
muted in command.

Engines
are still at 10.

Wait,
I'm getting reserve power.

Maximum acceleration.

Than ships
are in pursuit.

Outstanding, Mr. Harper.

Thanks, but I had nothing
to do with it.

It was
our Nosferatu friends.

They're fixing
our system.

The walking dead
are repairing the ship.

All the better to spread
their little diseases with.

Dylan, Dylan.

Harper.

We know these parasites

reactivate the nervous systems
of dead people,

and that nerve impulses
are electrical in nature, right?

You're a frickin'
mind-Reader, Dylan.

One of the ghoulie boys
just tripped a capacitor

and fried himself.

He's fallen
and he can't get up.

So they are vulnerable
to massive electrical charges.

Good.
I can work with that.

Give me a force-lance level
to match the capacitor's.

I'm right with you, boss.

I know what you're thinking.

15 minutes to self-destruct.

This may come
as a bit of a shock to them.

Bingo.

I figure
it will take

at least 10,000 volts
a dead-head.

A level-eight discharge
of a force lance should do it.

Anything less,

and buy yourself
a one-way ticket

to necropolis.

Oh yeah.

Level eight works.

[ Andromeda ]: At that setting,

you'll only get three shots
per force lance.

Three shots, huh?

Okay.

No problem.

Yoo-hoo.

Ooh-hoo.

What's up, doc?

Come on, come to papa.

Stopped you dead in your tracks.

10 minutes to self-destruct.

Now we're talking.

Trance is a lot stronger
than she looks.

Rommie, wait.

Have harper
fix you up.

Go. I'll take care of her.

Five minutes to self-destruct.

It's over.

Surrender now,
and I might be persuaded

to find a nice rock

to dump
the rest of you on,

after you
remove your parasites

from my crew, of course.

Leave?

Why? We've already won.

Won?

How do you define losing?

Self-destruct sequence
terminated.

Terminated?
I didn't authorize that.

Resume sequence.

Self-destruct system off-line.

A.P. Tank controls
no longer accessible.

That's very impressive.

Your ship is impressive,
though not difficult to manage.

We will find it most useful.

Yeah. Me, too.

That's why you can't have it.

We are the bokor.

We contain
the memories and experiences

of all the shells
we have ever occupied,

over 50,000 years of existence.

We will survive.

Survive?

I don't know
if you've been keeping score,

but your parasites
out here in the corridors

haven't exactly
been surviving.

A minor setback.

Soon even you will be of us,

and then we shall
re-Establish

our rightful dominion,

here in our new home.

Yeah, you know, about that.

It occurs to me

that you can't
take control of people

until they're dead,

but you took trance over
in just a few seconds.

So?

So it occurs to me

that maybe trance
was never alive

in the first place.

Deck 16 clear.

Tyr, what's
your status?

My status is--

than warships are closing.

Complicated.

Ship, deploy
a full spread of mines

on my mark.

Now!

Mines away.

I'm detecting
multiple explosions

in the enemy fleet.

Shall I ready another volley?

No.

Just get us out of here
best speed.

Aren't you going to
finish them off?

No.

Whatever happened to never
leaving a wounded enemy behind?

Between you and me,

that's a very good question.

Trance?

That is you,
isn't it?

What happened?

What happened?

I was so close
to a cure.

You know, it's...

You freak me out,
you know that?

You really
freak me out,

but I'm not surprised
that you're still alive.

Yes, about that.

I want to explain--

no, no, you can
explain later.

Right now,
we need that cure,

okay?

Now, we know that
10,000 volts

will kill the parasites
inside a human host--

that's it.
That is the missing piece.

I can create
an injection with nanobots

that will deliver
the exact charge needed.

Then do it.

Beka needs your help now,
then come find me.

Go!

Okay.

Door seals are intact.

I'm detecting
three bokor unarmed.

Go!

Are you feeling better?

Much, thanks to trance
and her miracle cures.

Where is trance?

Ow!

All better.

I hate shots.

All clear.

That's the last of them.

All right.

Order of the commonwealth
all around.

Nicely done, people.

Harper, how are those engines?

We can slipstream
any time now, boss.

Good.

Tyr, give our regards
to the than,

transfer the records
of what happened,

and get us
the hell out of here.

Okay, for the record,

I hate zombies.

You know,
speaking of which,

your body
reacted differently

to the parasites.

Yes.

Trance, are you dead or alive?

Yes.

Crystal clear as usual.

Dylan, may I have
a moment of your time?

Of course.

Yeah, I'll just...
Do something.

When things got bad
back there,

I didn't think you
were going to make it,

and I realized
something.

I may be virtually
indestructible,

but you, you are...

Me,

well, I just think
I'm indestructible.

One day
you're going to die, Dylan,

and I care
about you,

not just
as a captain,

but as a person.

I don't want to lose you.

You're all that I have.

Rommie, I can't promise
I'll never die...

But I promise
you'll never lose me.

How do you do it?

Humans, how do
humans do it?

How do they make friends,
have relationships...

Fall in love?

How do they connect

knowing that nothing
is permanent,

that even love dies?

You see,
that's where you're wrong.

Love doesn't die.

It's the only thing
that lasts forever.

I mean,

your body
could be destroyed

or run out of power,

but when
the universe ends

and the last star
Burns out,

the only thing left
will be love.

I don't understand.

Yes, you do.

Yes, you do.