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[ ? ]

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 ?