All language subtitles for schiebce fiction 2002

[ ? ]

Aah!

[ Screaming ]

Butchers.

The victims
are nietzschean.

The others call themselves
the knights of genetic purity.

The knights of genetic purity?

Nietzschean schoolchildren
know them simply as "genites."

I take it there's some history
between your people.

Genites blamed the nietzscheans
for the commonwealth's fall.

They vowed to eliminate
all but pure-strain humans

from the gene pool...

And existence.

That should solve everything,
now, shouldn't it?

How old is this
transmission?

Two days. It's a fragment
of a distress signal.

These victims
are of condor pride.

They're small,

perhaps maybe
a thousand strong,

a typical target
for these...

For them.

They need
to be stopped.

One question, tyr--

your pride, the
Kodiak, are gone.

So why should I care?

Perhaps your
humanitarian efforts

over the past year and a half

are beginning
to influence me.

Unlikely.

Do my motivations
really matter?

Even if the genites
are only targeting nietzscheans,

it is, after all, genocide,

and if you don't try
to stop it,

one might easily conclude

that your entire quest

for a peaceful,
egalitarian commonwealth

is a sham.

I hate it when he's right.

Right, but evasive.

He still
didn't answer your question.

No, he didn't.

Why does he care?

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.

One night of passion...
One night of union...

That's all I have to go on,
tyr.

Are you the tyr
I fell in love with,

the one
who would race to save me

before the genites
find orca pride

and kill us all?

Or are you really
the other tyr,

the tyr
who betrayed orca pride,

who left us defenseless,
homeless,

the tyr who abandoned me?

I suppose I'll know
soon enough.

Until then,
I survive on belief...

Belief against belief
that you'll come and save me,

that I'm still your wife,

and you're still my husband.

According
to tyr's intelligence,

the genites' attacks began
in the kraylux system,

then jumped to the Orion arm,

and reappeared
a thousand light-years away

in the van houten system.

So their next attack

could be anywhere
in the known universe.

Pretty much.

I wish trance
was here.

In guessing, she seems to swish
the low-percentage shots.

Unfortunately, I sent her to
that state funeral on enkindu.

Like beka said,

anything we did right now
would be a guess.

A suggestion?

The vadris sector.

Any particular reason?

The sector is home

to over three dozen
minor nietzschean prides.

"Minor"
being the operative word.

If we're guessing,
mine is as good as any.

All right, set course
for the vadris sector.

Beka...

I don't know about you,

but I find
the caring, compassionate tyr

a lot more frightening

than I used to find
the cold, indifferent one.

Maybe our humanitarian
efforts

are beginning to have
an influence on him.

Say that like
you mean it.

I thought I did.

I take it
you have a theory?

Well, let's see...
Oh yeah.

Nietzschean distress signals
in a distant system,

Andromeda rides to the rescue.

Oops. Surprise!
Ambush.

Fall of the commonwealth.
Ring any bells?

Uh, yes, painful ones.

Maybe the nietzscheans are using
their old bag of tricks.

So if the genite attacks
are fake,

then tyr is working
with the the drago-kazov?

Nah, I don't buy it.

But you buy
the warm and fuzzy tyr

concerned for his
fellow nietzscheans?

No, I didn't say that,

but whatever
tyr's agenda might be,

I'm convinced
the genites are for real,

and that they have
to be stopped.

And, as usual,

we're the only ones
that can stop them.

Just be careful.

[ Andromeda ]: Dylan,

we've just entered Nero system,
vadris sector,

and we've intercepted
a repeating distress signal.

On our way.

Mayday! Mayday!

I am Prometheus wellington,
alpha male of the lynx pride,

and we are under attack.

They came in execution units
of two or three commandos,

invisible
until it was too late.

Our bullets are useless
against their armor.

They seem to be targeting
specific families,

wiping them out first
before attacking anyone else--

women, children...

Save us, before they--

set a course
for that drift.

The time stamp
shows

the message is
already a week old.

Preliminary sensor data
indicates

the drift
was completely destroyed,

no survivors.

I want to analyze that wreckage,
find out what we're up against.

We know what we're up against,

and we have

more important things to do

than examine debris.

Here, here,
here, and here--

known nietzschean prides

within striking distance
of this system.

We should evacuate them now
before it's too late.

The genites could be anywhere
by now,

and I won't fight them
blindfolded.

Rule number one, tyr--

know your enemy.

Rule number two, captain--
know yourself.

You and everyone else
aboard this ship

are allowing your inability
to trust nietzscheans

to slow your actions,

and it's costing
lives.

Okay.

I'm just not buying

this whole new emotional concern
for the weak and defenseless.

I say it's an act.

Who's with me?

I don't know
if it's an act.

There's something eating at tyr.

He's treating
this whole situation

like it's...Personal.

This is the stuff
we recovered--

enhanced a.G. Mass packets
from the pyrians,

self-controlled
e.M.-Lash technology

from the nietzscheans,

an infinitely scalable
e.C.M. Shielded sensor probe

from, uh, well,
who knows?

Your guess
is as good as mine,

but, damn,
is this puppy slick,

and that is
the piece de resistance.

It's photoreactive
personal body armor.

This was in research
and development

when the
commonwealth fell.

You know, whoever
these guys are,

they've been reading

the high guard's
classified cookbook.

Yeah, well, no offense,
but that book's pretty old.

They've spiced up the recipes
a little bit.

They've got 303 years' worth
of improvements

on our battle technology.

In a fair fight with them,
we'd be fried.

We'll have to make sure
we don't fight fair.

Or--

and, uh, I'm just playing
devil's advocate here--

what if we didn't
fight them?

Excuse me?

We could learn a lot
from teaming up with them.

So you want to help them
commit genocide?

Okay, so they hate
nietzscheans,

but is that
really so bad?

Are all nietzscheans
saints and sweethearts?

No.

The majority of nietzscheans
are pirates, slavers, tyrants.

They're not nice people.

The genites just don't want
to kill nietzscheans.

They want
to kill anyone

who's been
genetically enhanced.

Well, finally,
I get to be the safe guy.

I'm 100%
all-Natural human.

Nobody else
on this ship is,

including me,

so if the genites
get their way,

the only person left alive
on the Andromeda

would be you.

Dylan, we're
being hailed.

It's the genites.

Huh. What do you know?
Your favorite people.

They're less
than a light-second away,

but I'll be damned
if I can see them--

just
their communication relay drone.

Their stealth
capabilities

are very good.

Onscreen.

I am armsmaster
Desmond lord gorice

of the knights
of genetic purity.

It is a true honor
to meet you,

captain hunt.

I wish I could say the same.

You have quite a reputation.

So do you,

for killing nietzschean
women and children.

Thank you.

Apparently, you're quite
the nietzschean killer

in your own right.

You single-handedly manipulated
the sabra-jaguar

into war with the dragans,

you crushed
the orca pride

on behalf of
the than hegemony,

and rumor has it

you helped wipe out
the nietzschean fleet

at the battle of witchhead
303 years ago.

Those were enemies.

Many nietzscheans
are also my allies and friends.

Such as tyr anasazi?

I understand
on old earth

that some humans would try
to keep baby alligators

as pets,

the results being predictable.

I prefer parrots,
myself--

Less dangerous.

You know, that's an odd analogy.

Nietzscheans aren't animals.

They're not humans, either.

They've been
genetically engineered

for treachery,

treachery that caused
the fall of the commonwealth.

Look at it this way.

We both want
the commonwealth back.

We are just getting rid
of the principal obstacle

to its return.

You're targeting children.

Our knights
do a lot of brave work

for the good
of all purebred humans.

It takes great strength
not to be affected

by their cries,
their pleas.

I don't want to have to
kill these children either,

but the problem is

they grow up
to be nietzscheans.

No, the problem
is that you're sick,

and there's no point
in having this conversation.

We should really be allies
on this.

Stay away
from the nietzscheans.

Perhaps if you read
our manifesto,

I'm sure you
would find that--

your mother was what,
50% heavy-gravity worlder?

100%.

We finally found someone
who hates us both equally.

Captain, I'm detecting
multiple slipstream events.

The genites
are leaving the system.

So are we.

Do you want to go after them?

I want to destroy them.

All ahead, full.

Maru launching,
hangar number two.

That's it.
I'm disabling my engines.

I've had it
with him stealing my ship!

Andromeda,
plot a pursuit course.

This is the last time

tyr will pursue
his agendas

at my expense.

The last time!

Maru entering slipstream.

Still no maru.

I'm detecting
multiple slipstream events

two light-seconds away.

They've got
genite rad signatures.

Andromeda, launch slipfighters,
squads one through seven.

Another comm drone.
It's hailing us.

Put him through.

303-year-old slipfighters,
captain hunt?

Maybe you should try biplanes

or a vedran
cavalry charge.

I think you'll find
that they're still effective.

Captain, I don't have
any argument with you.

Why are you following us?

Need some help
finding your stray nietzschean?

I don't want your help.

Our sensor drones

have tracked the maru
to the Goran system.

I'll make a note of it.

Let me guess.

You try to make friends
with tyr anasazi,

but your favorite nietzschean
stabbed you in the back again.

This isn't your business.

A rogue nietzschean,
flying around in his own ship?

From where I stand,

that's an unacceptable
security risk.

We'll do
everything we can

to keep the maru
in one piece.

Thank you.

I can't guarantee the same

for tyr.

They're transiting
to slipstream.

Andromeda, recall slipfighters.

Set a course
for the Goran system.

Nietzschean,

the knights of genetic purity
send their regards.

Prepare to launch missiles.

Wait, wait, wait!

Don't shoot! There's nobody here
but us humans.

Where is the nietzschean?

You mean tyr?

He's one of the reasons
I ran off,

the other
being to join you guys.

You want to help us?

Yeah.

Lookit, I am
pure choice, o-positive,

100% all-beef human,

and I hate nietzscheans,
probably more than you do.

You want to abandon
the Andromeda?

With your battle technology?

Hell, yeah. I'm an engineer.

And to prove it,

what brilliant-minded
little fiend

do you think
left your sensor probe active

on the Andromeda?

We were wondering
about that.

Well, wonder no more.

Now, let's talk,
humano a humano.

I've ordered my ships
to stand down.

Proceed for docking.

Suckers!

Deploying missiles.

Target acquired.

Chew on that.

Gorice...

My heavy-grav finger

just fired the missiles
that lit your match.

Thanks, mom.

And my genetically
enhanced reflexes

just threaded two genite scouts
like a Christmas quilt.

Thanks, dad.

And most of all,
thank you, harper.

Hopefully,

that will buy tyr
enough time

to warn
the rest of the nietzscheans.

[ Bumping of a hard surface ]

I've got a slipfighter
hidden nearby.

We should go.

It's not that easy.

We have a son.

Why did you not
tell me sooner?

I didn't know
of your intentions.

Freya, I'm here.

Is that not testament
to my intentions?

The last evidence
of your intentions

was you
destroying our homeworld...

You, leaving
without a word

on Andromeda...

You, nowhere to be found,

as we drifted,
outcast and homeless,

for a year.

I did what I had to do.

I was outmaneuvered
by captain hunt.

Had I tried
to return for you,

I would have
been killed,

either by him
or the alpha, guderian--

olma gave me a choice.
Do you understand?

I chose to keep our baby.

Our son...Our son...

Because I knew...

I knew that our son

could be the foundation
of a great family,

of an entire pride.

Everyone wanted to kill me,
and our son.

They said
his father

was an outsider,
a traitor,

but I endured,

because I knew you were
the most important thing

a nietzschean can be.

You're a survivor.

I am that...

As are you,

as shall be our son.

They've taken him from me.

Who? Who took him?

Olma and--

guderian?

No, Dimitri.

Guderian's sniveling, sterile
little brother?

I'll snap his sorry neck.

After you outsmarted
guderian,

he became unworthy
as alpha.

Dimitri,

he slit guderian's throat
as he slept,

and proclaimed
himself alpha.

Dimitri's not as innocent
as he appears.

You're going to have to
watch him

as you help orca evacuate.

Help evacuate?

After the way
they treated you, my wife,

and my son?

Orca pride can rot on this rock
for all it means to me.

I came here
for you.

Let's go get our son.

Dylan,
the genites are retreating.

Intergalactic bullies...

Someone finally
stands up to them,

and they run
like their hair's on fire.

We hope. Is harper back?

He's less
than five light-seconds away.

[ Harper ]: Oh,
come on, boss,

let me stick
my fork in 'em,

'cause their buns
are baked.

Uh-oh.

What are those?

I don't know.

Get harper out of there.

We can't.

Those...Hemispheres,
they're blocking the way.

And they just broke through
our defenses.

Some have attached
to the hull.

Incoming message.

Onscreen.

You wouldn't listen
to my logic.

Well, maybe you'll listen
to my seraphim.

Seraphim? Angels?

More like lampreys.

Uh, boss?
I've got a monkey on my back.

Help!

Beka, find a way to the maru.

We're on our way.

Guys, it's ripping
through my hull

like I'm a can of beans.

What part of "help"
don't you understand?

Beka, pick that thing
off of harper's back.

Yeah.

I'll just set the ship's PDLs
to "laser scalpel."

Let's bring it.

I guess you do understand
"help."

Never mind.

[ Shots fired ]

They've taken him.
Stay down!

There are too many seraphim.

They're pounding
through my hull.

I'm losing maneuvering control.

Time to get rid of
our uninvited guests.

Slipstream?

Too close to gravitational pull
of that planet.

Close is good.

We've got fleas.

Let's give Andromeda a bath.

You're taking us

into their atmosphere?

I'm guessing these parasites
won't like it.

Yeah, neither will we.

Hopefully, we've got
a tougher shell.

We are way too big
for that safety zone.

One infinitesimal wrong move,
we either skip off or burn up.

Thank you, Mr. Harper.

Beka, easy 140.

He said "easy."

Tyr...

Did you really think
we wouldn't detect

your slipfighter landing?

I got away with
presuming your ignorance before.

Why should this time
be any different?

Don't push me,
Kodiak.

The only reason
I didn't kill you

when you were in bed
with Freya

was because

you answered
her distress call.

I thought you might
be here to help,

but I see now

you're not here
to evacuate us.

You're here to kidnap my son.

How is that possible,
Dimitri?

Everyone knows you're sterile.

Dimitri, stop.

Tyr's our only hope
against the genites.

He only insisted
on taking me and my son

when he heard
how poorly you've treated us,

which you have.

You left me.

One moment of weakness,
and you left me.

How should I--

there's another
moment of weakness.

Sorry sack
of mediocrity...

Now, listen to me!

Give me my son,

and I can refrain

from having to exterminate
any more of you.

Enough.

Here is the child,

Tamerlane anasazi,

out of Freya, by tyr.

Hold your place.

This is the second time
you've bested our alpha.

I find you worthy

to be the new alpha
of orca pride.

If I want something,
I'll take it.

Do it, tyr.

Take it.

Why would I want it?

Well, you'll have everything
you want--

a wife, a son...

A family,

and, finally,

your own pride.

All you have to do
is agree to lead us

and deliver us
from our enemies.

All due respect,
matriarch,

Freya and Tamerlane
are all that I need.

I'll found
my own pride.

Now, please,

give me my son.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Your son
is too important,

to me, to the orca,

to the nietzschean people.

Tyr, Tamerlane
is more than our son.

He's...He's everything
we've been waiting for.

The great leader,

the one to come,

the genetic reincarnation
of drago museveni--

Tamerlane anasazi.

Our son...

Is the nietzschean messiah.

Our...Our...Our son

is the genetic
reincarnation

of drago museveni?

Tamerlane

will one day unify
the nietzschean prides

under drago's name,

as our messiah.

How do you know?

I can't be
100% certain.

For that, I'd need access
to drago's mummified remains.

Of course,

the dragans won't let
anyone near his sacred body.

There are even rumors
they no longer have the bones.

Then how do you make this claim?

I messengered the child's DNA
to desideratum drift

so that the
genetic scientists

could compare it

to the best-known
extant records.

The results suggested

a very high probability
of a match.

You transmitted
his genetic codes?

We did,
in the confidence.

No, no, no, no.
Freya, no!

No one can keep that a secret.

No doubt the mere rumor
of a messiah

is what drew the genites
out of hiding.

While you
and your brood of misfits sit

pondering your own stupidity,

I'll be preparing
my slipfighter

for leaving.

The atmosphere has burned off
all the seraphim.

My hull is clean.

Nice work.

Bring us up, out,
and around the planet.

Won't the genites
be expecting us?

They won't even
see us coming.

Sure...Not like
they've got

super-duper 300-year
advanced sensors

or anything.

No sign of the genite ships.

I'm detecting residual
slipstream effects

two light-minutes out.

They left...

To find tyr.

Rommie, set a course
for the ashlight theta.

Prepare
for slipstream.

That place is a dustball.
What's there?

Nietzscheans, orca pride.

Orca pride?

Those nietzscheans

who tried to blast us
with their plasma cannon,

who tried
to take over our ship

until you blew up
their homeworld?

Those orca?

Those orca.

And you knew
that's where he was headed

all along?

Gut feeling. Trust me.

Oh, we trust you.

You feel guilty for
leaving the orca homeless.

You want to turn foes
into friends.

You're a nice guy,
but tyr?

Tyr only helps
those who help tyr.

Now he needs to save a pride
who swore to kill him?

The only person
tyr wants to save

is his wife.

What?

Approaching
the slipstream portal.

Who the hell would marry tyr?

Beka?

Slipping.

Tyr, don't abandon us.

They abandoned
themselves

to their unfathomable
idiocy.

So you're leaving now?

Not alone. You and my child
are coming with me.

Olma and the orca

will never let you take him
alone,

not without a battle
until the orcas' death,

and yours.

Why did you
not tell me

that our son might be
the prophet child?

Again,
your intentions.

I glimpsed
the real tyr anasazi

on our wedding night,

the one who said

he'd stop at nothing
to rule the stars.

Well, our son would be
the perfect tool for you.

Freya,

do you admire
my ambitions?

Please...

Please, please, please,
don't discourage me.

You will hold him...

When we are all
safely aboard your ship.

The Andromeda will
be here in seven hours.

I'll meet it,

and coordinate
a rendezvous point

with your
transports.

No, you can coordinate
just as easily

using your radio.

I expect you to stay
on our asteroid

until everyone
is evacuated.

Entering
the asteroid belt.

The genites appear

to have arrived
ahead of us.

When?

Yeah, when?

When did tyr
get married?

Yeah. It must have been
when he was there a year ago.

We get a nasty standoff
with orca's plasma cannon,

and he gets a wife?

You know,

if he would have told us
that he was saving his wife,

I would have wasted
a lot less time

suspecting him.

I'm not so sure
it was wasted.

Still no visuals,

but I'm detecting
a high energy output

from the genites'
active sensors.

They must be scanning
every asteroid in the belt.

Which means they haven't found
the orca pride.

Yeah, well, give them time.

That's exactly
what we won't do.

Let's contact tyr,
general broadcast.

I don't want to
give away his position.

And give away ours?

That's right.

We'll draw the genites
away from tyr.

Channel open.

Tyr, this is Dylan.

The genites
are in the kuiper belt

searching for you.

Continue preparing
for evacuation.

Till further notice,
maintain radio silence.

Acknowledged.

I don't
believe it.

He just made himself a target.

One stupid word...

That was a fatal mistake.

Tyr doesn't make mistakes.

Move!

We have little time.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Freya, olma,
stay with me.

I told you, the child and I go
with the rest of our pride.

All right, now,
you listen to me.

So long as the genites
are in this system,

these people have no possibly
of being evacuated safely

and in time.

You're using orca pride
as a shield?

You asked me
to help evacuate.

What follows is
none of my concern.

Now, I plan to evacuate
my wife and my child.

You can save yourself
by coming along with us,

or you can die
with them.

My duty
is to the orca pride.

[ Explosions ]

Unless I miss
my guess,

that duty has just ended,

and if this baby
is who we think he is,

your duty to the
nietzschean people

has just begun.

Now, move!

Do as he says, olma.

Tyr!

Give us the baby,
or she dies.

Everything I've done
is for our son.

I know.

Freya!

Go!

Get him!

Dylan, we're
being hailed.

It's gorice.

Put him through.

Somewhere down there

is the nietzschean messiah,

and you're protecting him.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I'm just trying to find
one of my crew.

If that child escapes,

all the nietzschean prides
could be united.

There'll be nothing
to stop them.

You don't listen.

I will not let you kill
innocent people.

You say that
as if you have a choice.

The orca refugee ships
are launching.

Get between the genites
and those ships.

Cover their transit.

The genites are throwing
everything they've got

at them.

The orca
don't stand a--

the orca didn't stand a chance,
Dylan.

Tyr...

The genites are streaming away.

Should we plot
a pursuit course?

No.

Search the wreckage
for survivors.

My preliminary I.R. Sensors
don't detect any survivors.

Search it.

Dylan,
it's been three days.

There's no one
left alive.

Mr. Harper,
you may not like tyr,

but he is a member
of this crew,

and the high guard
takes care of its own.

Look, I don't--
I don't dislike tyr. Come on.

He's saved my ass
dozens of times.

It's just...He's gone, okay?

It's over.

It's not over until I say.
Understood?

So, Mr. Harper,

how much longer do you think
we should keep looking for tyr?

Until we find him.

Good answer.

What's happening to us, beka?

First, rev splits,

and then trance swaps
with the future trance,

and, now, even tyr is gone.

We don't know that.

Tyr's a survivor.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

If the universe
suddenly imploded

in the big crunch,

everybody's money would be
on tyr surviving it,

because
he's invincible,

and when tyr's
on our ship,

we're all invincible.

Hey, maybe that's why

Dylan won't give up
hopelessly looking.

He probably misses
being invincible.

Maybe he just misses a friend.

It's 2400 hours
again.

That makes
day five.

What if we scanned
the Goran system

one more time?

We could,

but the statistical variance
on the 11th sweep

is somewhere
in the vicinity of...

[ Beeping ]

We've got sensor contact.

Focus
active sensors.

What is it?

Dylan, it's...

Tyr!

Tyr!

You're here!
I can't believe it!

You're back, huh?

And your front!

Uh, dismissed.

Are you okay?

Mr. Harper...

You don't seem too happy
to be back, tyr.

I was a husband and a father.

Now, I'm neither.

They put a gun to freya's head,

and they gave me an ultimatum--

the baby for her life...

But when we looked
at each other...

An understanding, you know?

Everything we did now
was for the child.

Then it was just me
and the matriarch,

who still held my son.

We ran.

There was an explosion.

The matriarch fell.

Her carotid artery
was severed by shrapnel.

Before she died,
the matriarch handed me my son,

and for the first time,

I held in my arms
this...This huge little life.

Mine.

Mine...

You would have
but one goal then, right,

to reach the slipfighter.

I was fired on as I ran,
but I made it.

We reached the slipfighter
and escaped.

The little one never cried.

All through the melee,
he was silent,

and I can remember thinking,

"how very valiant
is tyr anasazi's son,"

but then, as I flew,

I realized
why he was so...So still.

I cannot name my feelings then,
nor now,

but I will tell you, sir,

because you are my friend,
are you not?

Yes.

Of such...Joy.

Then, such...

Insufferable sorrow.

I have never
experienced the like

in my life...

That I have no place for it.

I'm sorry, tyr.

I'm sorry.

Dylan...

Yes?

I knew you'd come.

I knew you wouldn't leave me.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yes, I did.

One thing is bothering me, tyr.

That transmission
that gave away your position...

A mistake.

I don't think so.

I think
you gave away your position

to lure the genites
to orca pride,

then you used
the orcas' destruction

as a screen

while you got
your child away.

Then I can't help but wonder,

what if that deception
hasn't stopped,

and now your son
lives someplace safe,

where he'll grow up
protected,

masked by the false news
of his death

while you sit here,

and you wait

for that right time
to return and claim him,

and seize the fate
of the nietzschean people?

I only wish that were true.

So do I.

Was there
something else?

Is your son
the nietzschean messiah?

Now that he's dead,
we'll never know.

DNA comparison
to drago museveni...

Match is 100%.

? Do not spare
your neighbor ?

? man is something
which must be overcome ?