All language subtitles for Andromeda S03E22 - Shadows Cast by a Final Salute (1)

So, uh, for dessert

why don't we talk
about where we're going?

Don't everybody talk at once.

I don't wanna upset
your digestion or anything,

make you puke.

Okay, so, uh,
my stomach's settled.

Where we going, boss?

We're making a delivery.

Thank you. May I ask what?

No.

How come she knows?

Incoming
Commonwealth communication.

On screen.

Greetings, captain.

Just wanted to give you the heads-up,
separating rumor from fact.

Most of the Nietzschean Prides
that joined the Commonwealth

are now, indeed,
contemplating leaving it.

So it's a celebration.

The rumors of them
coming together

and massing a major fleet
are just that.

But there has been
some suspicious activity

centered around the planet
Enga's Redoubt,

The Dragon homeworld.

Now, that's a little vague.

We have uncovered attacks
by the Nietzscheans

on various drifts and planets,

but nothing out of the ordinary.

Rollins out.

That's it?

I mean, if this was no big deal,
why'd she tell us about it?

Supply cargo from Commonwealth
headquarters has arrived.

I wasn't expecting a shipment.

Maybe it's supplies
for the upcoming

Nietzschean battle we're not
supposed to know about.

The shipment
is for the commissary.

Ah, well, then,
it's a food fight.

- Go, go.
- Move it!

Move out. Seal the area.

- Check the corridor!
- All clear!

Clear Deck 15.
You two, this way.

Hangar Deck 15.
Stowaways in the cargo.

Do we need bells
and whistles for that?

Thank you. How did they
get past our security?

I'm detecting the deactivation

of an electromagnetic
cloaking device.

Nice toy. Mr. Harper,
I want one of those.

Looks like we just got one.

They have a captive.

- Seal the area.
- Check the corridor!

Nietzscheans.

A gun to one person's head
is a gun to all of ours.

You're just gonna stand there
let the ice cream melt?

Seal off that deck.

Go, go, go! Let's move.

Freeze!

Who the hell
are these Nietzscheans?

What the hell are they doing?

Now the intruders
are sealing off Deck 15.

What? We just did that.

How do they have
the codes to do this?

They are in complete control
of Deck 15,

and establishing a power base
of their own.

They're looking for something.

The Maru.

What're you waiting for?
Take them out

with your automated
internal defense systems.

Not when they're holding
some of our crew members.

Deactivate that deck's AG field.

Captain Hunt.

We have a proposal for you.

When you're ready to negotiate,
let us know.

How can I negotiate
if I don't know what they want?

Artificial gravity
has been disabled

with no effect on the intruders.

They're wearing personal
AG harnesses.

These guys know exactly
what they're doing.

Yeah, it's a little
too convenient, isn't it?

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.

The intruders are
continuing to spread out

through Deck 15.

Rommie, on screen.

Okay.

What's your pleasure?

It's simple.

We'll trade our hostages
for the bones of Drago Musevini

and the Eureka Maru.

Oh, so that's all you want.

Well, that's no problem.
We'll just...

No. No Maru.

Dylan.

Yeah, I got stuff
on there, boss.

I know. I'm just trying
to buy some time

while I think this through.

There's nothing to think through.

She's right.

Rommie, on screen.

Okay.

Sorry we got cut off, there.
Uh, what's your plan B?

You have five minutes
or the hostages will die.

Nietzscheans.
No sense of humor.

No offense, Tyr.

Status report.

My defense systems on Hangar 15
have been disabled.

- Harper.
- I'm on it.

I've managed to cut off access
to the Maru and Musevini's bones.

We can, under no circumstances,

surrender
the Progenitor's remains.

We need a better plan than that.

Yeah, we do.

One that involves getting
our crew members back.

I don't expect you
to understand,

but there are far
greater concerns

than the crew of the Andromeda.

How typically selfless of you.

Those bones...

mean more to the future stability
of your Commonwealth

than any of you
can begin to realize.

I don't care about the bones.

Once more, Rommie.

Okay.

You reached a decision?

I'll make you a deal.

No deals.

You'll take me as your hostage

in exchange for all
of my crew members.

If you've harmed
any of them, no deal.

Go on.

I'll guarantee you the bones
and the Maru.

Dylan.

True to form, captain.

Protecting the greater good.

Meet at the slipstream core.

I'm on my way.

This is a horrendous idea.

Very horrendous.

- You have a better one?
- No.

- You?
- No.

All right, then.
Beka, you have command.

Harper, once we reach the Maru,
go to slipstream core.

Check it out,
see if they did any damage.

Tyr, follow me, please.

I want you to be my shadow.

And?

Kill the bastards.

- Sorry, sir.
- Don't worry about it.

Move it. Let's go. Move!

- Stick to the deal.
- Or?

- I'll destroy the bones.
- You're bluffing.

Those bones
mean squat to me, lady.

Go.

Put my men on a screen.

Andromeda, on screen.

Access granted.

You know my ship.

Very well, captain.

Very well.

Secure the Maru.

I'm impressed.

Beka, I'm on the Maru.
Rommie's covering the hangar.

Hurry.

No! I have to get in. No!

Beka, the Maru is shut down.

I should be able to make it
operational from here.

Oh, God.

Damn it, I can't.
Trance, get to the cockpit.

Beka, everything's dead here.

I got nothing.

We're locked out.

Trance, get out of there.

All right, let's see
what the boneheads were up to.

Ha! Boss,
I think I found something.

Ah, genius,
we do what we must...

Andromeda.

Anytime, Tyr.

Can you keep a secret?

Not from everyone.

I'm scared.
All my mystery,

all that I've been guarding.

What have you been guarding, Trance?
Can you tell me?

- Can you tell Dylan?
- He knows.

I don't feel fear
the way that you do,

but I have observed
it can limit you.

I feel that we are
nearing the end.

Is this another one
of your riddles?

No riddles. Just fear.

I have guarded for so long.

Now I'm unsure
of what I am doing.

Keep moving, captain.

I'm moving. I'm moving.

We've got serious maneuvering
in the Commonwealth.

The Nietzschean succession is turning out
to be a major problem.

I'm aboard the High Guard ship,
Twelve Centuries.

We will be there
as soon as we can

if you really need us.

Our convoy cannot give you a
high priority at this time.

Andromeda, what's that?

The communication is jammed.

Well, try something else.

- Efforting
- Efforting?

The Maru is this way.

Is that where it is?
I get confused.

All these corridors
look the same.

Let's go.

Once we're free
of the Andromeda,

we'll disengage our sabotage.

Ah, that makes me feel
so much better, thank you.

Have a nice flight now.

Good work, Tyr.

Unbelievable.

Success. Open the coffin.

It couldn't have gone better.

Take Drago's remains
to the rendezvous.

I will entertain no questions.

Am I understood?

No one will break security.

The Maru has entered slipstream.

Deck 15 has returned to normal.

However, somehow they've managed

to severely compromise
navigational control.

Where the hell were you?

Ambushed.

You're in one piece?

Yes. He's safe.

I've got Rollins.

This is a heads-up.
Things are developing fast.

More attacks confirmed,
all led by the Drago-Kazov.

In the Archsul system,
five planets destroyed.

Sinti has been
completely overrun.

They are marauding
and trophy-taking.

The Commonwealth
cannot allow that.

We've got problems
of our own here.

The Commonwealth fleet
is headed your way.

Now what?

Boss, as much I owe the Maru my life,
I say it's time we let her go.

The whole universe
is going to crap.

We've got to look out for number one.
Let's get out of here.

No. We're not giving up
on the Maru.

Dylan, we have to get it back.

Why? What am I missing here?
Come on.

Come on, give me something, Trance.

A crumb. Anything.
A couple of words.

Maybe even three words,
like, "Not now, Harper,"

or, "We're saving the universe,"

or, "We need your plants."
Anything.

Good guess.

Dylan, we can track the Maru.
It's leaking pion particles.

It's an easy trail to follow.

Rommie, can we go to slipstream?

That we can do.

Beka.

All right, we'll outrace them.

Scoop it up,
and put it back in its hangar.

Sounds good.
I want my ship back.

Let's do it.

Brace for slipstream.

They don't see us.

Everybody likes a surprise.

Trance, let's go.

Tyr, try to keep up
with me this time.

I'll do my best.

Trance, check it out.

Dylan, we've got a problem.

I'm on my way.

There is an old story.

Fate travels to a distant planet
looking for a man.

We do not know if it is good
or bad, this fate,

but the man fears this fate.

His fate.

So the day before Fate arrives,

he takes off
for the planet Sinti.

Fate arrives
at the man's doorstep

and asks the man's family
where he's gone,

and the family replies

that he has left
for the planet Sinti.

And Fate says,
"Now I understand."

And the family looks at Fate
without understanding.

Fate simply says,

"Tomorrow, we have
an appointment in Sinti."

Your fate is waiting for you.

On the Andromeda?

I don't know,
but I'm frightened, Tyr.

I'm frightened for me.

Frightened that I will not succeed
at what I need to do.

But I'm also frightened for you,

that you are going to do
the wrong thing.

All right, what's going on?

Well, we seem to have
chased the Maru

right into the middle
of the Drago-Kazov system.

That's right where someone
wants us to be.

There are three
Nietzschean cruisers approaching.

Incoming transmission.

Welcome to the
Drago-Kazov system.

I am Field Marshall Ataturk.

You're right on time.

Welcome to the new
Nietzschean universe,

the new order.

I would recommend
you not fire upon us.

I have thousands of ships
at my command.

Relax and enjoy the ride.

The Andromeda is now a trophy
of the Drago-Kazov.

Status.

We have 30 percent power left.

All right. Take us to slipstream.

Dylan, there's a problem.

Abort. Fall back.

All right, what happened?

If the Andromeda tries
to get to slipstream,

she'll eject
her slipstream core.

The accompanying exotic matter
will cause an explosion

that will completely destroy
the Drago-Kazov homeworld.

- But we'd be okay?
- Yes.

Go directly to slipstream.

Sabotage.

This was done after
the Nietzscheans left the Andromeda.

Only senior officers
have those codes.

It wasn't me.

There is a slip fighter
leaving the ship. It's Tyr.

You know what?
I am a gullible man

when it comes to certain
Nietzscheans.

Open a comm channel.

He's not responding.

Of course not.

All right.
Here we go, Tyr.

The Andromeda is in our custody.

What are you doing?

Hold your position.
Do nothing.

What is your destination?

Safety.

Where?

Field Marshall, you are painting
this vessel. I will not be followed.

We need to know where you are
for your protection.

You will discontinue
your surveillance immediately.

You are being obvious
and foolish.

Foolish?

And suspicious.

I delivered the Andromeda.
That's all you need to know at this time.

But if there is more to your plan?

Any communication
can be intercepted.

With our goal so near at hand,
we cannot afford to breach security.

We can't afford
to lose our leader.

This communication
is terminated.

From now on, you will
maintain radio silence.

Done.

Rommie?

Dylan, they've accessed
my computer. I'm being towed.

They're towing us?

Yeah, we're their trophy,
remember?

If it weren't for the honor,
I'd just as soon pass on it.

Rommie, what am I looking at?

The Kodiak homeworld.
Orbiting Enga's Redoubt.

That's Tyr's homeworld.

So he did all this
just to get home, huh?

But why?

Dylan, we can escape.

The slipcore will eject

and the exotic matter explosion will
destroy the Dragons, but we can escape.

- I have enough power.
- We could hang in there and fight.

Or not.

Boss, I'm with Rommie.
Go directly to slipstream.

We can't eject the slipcore.

There are thousands of slaves
on Enga's Redoubt.

Rommie.

If you give me enough cover,

the Dragons will never
notice a drop-pod

coming into the system,
will they?

Or care.

Dylan, wait.

Someone should go with you.

Can't do it.

This is between me and Tyr.

It's only a matter of time

until we restore
Andromeda's power.

And when that happens,
we go down fighting.

Preposterous.

The Andromeda will never force
a collateral damage situation.

Really?

Tyr Anasazi is now the leader
of the Drago-Kazov.

He has shown himself
to be the true reincarnation

of Drago Musevini.

He's also delivered proof
of his loyalty to them.

He has delivered the Andromeda.

All right, time to find out

just exactly who has been
messing with our slipcore.

All right, Tyr Ana-sleazy.

You can't hide from Andromeda's
video surveillance.

All right, Andromeda.
Let's start with a few hours ago.

Show me Tyr Anasazi
if you can find him.

This is Tyr during
the assault on the Nietzscheans.

Security playback
from corridor on Deck 15.

Okay.

Where was he
after we got the Maru back?

He was in
slipstream core control.

What?

Show me.

Security tape running
from invasion point.

I knew you were just another
back-stabbing Nietzschean, Tyr.

Last time I looked,

Drago's bones weren't
in the slipstream core.

What else has he done
in the core?

Any other suspicious activity,
for that matter.

Keep an open processor.

Working backwards.

Keep going.

Wait a minute.
That's three years ago.

Huh. He waited for three years
to betray us.

Guys, I got some bad news.

I had expected you sooner.

And I would have expected
your loyalty.

Looks like we'll both
be disappointed.

It's quite beautiful.
Is it not?

If you like abandoned
asteroids, yeah.

No, but this, all this.

This is where Drago Musevini's
remains were enshrined

for all the Prides to view,

under the protection
of the Kodiak.

This...

This was our legacy.

The ham-fisted Drago-Kazov

couldn't have created anything
so sublime in a million years,

only destroy it.

The Dragons were short-sighted

in their attack
on your Pride, Tyr.

It was senseless.

It was what it was.

There is no blame.
We were in their way.

Now they are in mine.

With the Dragons,
shall we say, removed

from our collective sight,

we can begin to create
a more perfect universe.

The universe is never
going to be perfect, Tyr.

It will be a damn sight better
if I can unite the Prides.

Dylan.

You are not just another
stupid kludge.

You have insight,
nearly Nietzschean at moments.

Hear me.

The Dragons there,
on Enga's Redoubt

are standing in the way of a better
Nietzschean future.

If I act now,
if I strike at this moment,

I can correct that.

All for the mere price
of the Andromeda,

plus her crew.

No. No! Not necessarily.

I have made my choice.

Now you must make yours.

If you attempt to take
the Andromeda to slipstream,

yes, you will destroy
that planet.

But you will be free.

Alive to fight another day.

It would be a very
Nietzschean choice.

Maybe.

But I would be letting you do
the same thing to the Dragons

as they did to your Pride.

Wiping them out
because they're in the way.

They are in the universe's way!

Like every empire since the dawn
of history, they've had their day.

That's not your decision
to make.

No, it's yours!

You are a beautiful man,

a valiant man,

but you are flawed
in your tiresome sense

of right and wrong.

There is only your will,
my will, and the universal will,

and here we all sit
wasting time.

Choose life, Dylan.

Go, while I can
still admire you.

You have let me know you
too well, Tyr.

That's your flaw.

You will help me
to get out of here.

You don't need my help.

Make the Nietzschean choice.

I can't.

I'm not a Nietzschean.
That why I've always had you.

You have friends
on the Andromeda, Tyr.

People you care about.

Do you...

truly not see that there are
greater concerns here?

How could you not have known
that it would come to this?

If you force me
to make this choice,

to bring death
to an entire world,

we can only ever meet again
as enemies.

Is that your choice?

Dylan.

Dylan, come in.
Can you hear me?

Dylan.

Go ahead.

Dylan, you've got
to haul it back. Now!

Our big problem just went giant,
and I hope you have Tyr with you.

We can't fight, and we can't run
until he fixes his bug.

You hear that?

I no longer have a choice.

The only choice is yours.

And if you don't undo
what you have done,

then you condemn my ship
and my crew to its death.

What's it gonna be, Tyr?

Hesitation, Dylan.

Five minutes ago, this wouldn't
have been an issue.

Hesitation is weakness,

and you, sir,

you...

my friend...

have always made me...

hesitant.

And I am not fond of you for it.

Yes. I know.

If I do this,

if I go back there with you,

it will be the last time.

Then, it is over.

Promises, promises.

Dylan, hurry.

We're coming back.

Fix the ship.

Why did you do it, Tyr?

Why did you throw away
three years of work?

Three years of fighting
for survival, of friendship?

Beka, I may have thrown away
more in coming back here

than I ever did in leaving.

And there's just no time
to explain that any further.

Tyr, we may not get out of this.

I think you owe me
an explanation.

You'd like an explanation?

The universe is changing,
and we're changing right along with it.

I'll tell you a secret.

I've lived with you,

I've fought beside you,
fought with you,

I've often wished
you were a Nietzschean.

What am I now?

Nothing.

They say it takes a minute

to find something special
in a person,

an hour to appreciate them,

and a day to love them.

But it takes an entire life

to forget them.

Beka, I wish
that I could explain...

Forget it, Tyr.

Go fix the ship.

Now what?

This might be
of interest to you.

Hundreds, if not thousands
of ships, are entering our system.

Forty-one percent
have no ID or known profile.

The rest are known enemies
of the Commonwealth.

Ogami, Kalderans, Bokor,
Nightsiders, and Freebooters.

You've got to be kidding me.

It's gonna be
one heck of a party.

Open a comm channel.

Comm open.

This is Captain Dylan Hunt
of the Andromeda Ascendant.

Define your purpose.

No response.

It appears that they're all
coming after the Drago-Kazov.

Incoming communication from
High Guard ship Twelve Centuries.

We are entering your system.
Rest assured your safety is near.

Yeah, well, we're not feeling
very safe right now.

The forces are firing
on the Dragon's homeworld,

Enga's Redoubt.

Total anarchy. Why?

Why the Dragons? Why us?

We've got to get
out of here now.

Yeah, I think
that's a pretty good idea.

You still out of here or what?

Yes.

Don't forget to write.

You know, I can't blame you

for wanting to destroy
the Drago-Kazov, Tyr.

It's just how you did it.

I haven't done it as yet.

And now I just might not.

Don't try to con a con, okay?

You're safe.

We have full power.

Boss, we're good to go.

Rommie, take us out.

Thanks.

For undoing the trouble
you caused in the first place.

You know...
I thought I knew you, Tyr.

And it turns out all along

you've just been waiting
to betray us.

What did I ever do to you?

You made me laugh.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

Just not out loud.

And I hope you get
the chance to do it again.

We'll double-cross
that bridge when we get to it.

We miss anything, boss?

Now what?

Now we wait for these idiots
to blow each other up,

and then help the Commonwealth
pick up the pieces afterwards.

Cutting yourself off
from your best allies,

aligning yourself with no one.

Odd choice
for the ultimate survivor.

I will never, ever...

waste my time reasoning
with a machine.

Your vine is dead.

No.

I am the vine, and quite unlike
your synthetic self,

I am very much alive.

I've accessed the Nietzschean
folklore of the Dragonia vine,

and initially,
it does signify leadership,

but it also comes with a curse,

a lonely and bloody end.

More of the Commonwealth
fleet has arrived.

This has to be a trap.

A trap to destroy
the Commonwealth fleet.

We are now engaging the enemy.
Please await our orders.

Come on. Await orders?

And engage which enemy?
This is nuts.

This is insanity.

Tyr, anything you wanna tell us?

No.

The Ogami and Kalderans
have opened fire

on the Commonwealth ships.

What?

Rollins, fall back.
We'll cover your retreat.

That is a negative, captain.
We are engaged.

Please await for further orders.

Stand by for further orders.

The enemy fleet, Kalderan,
Ogami, and Nietzschean

are destroying
the Commonwealth fleet.

It's total anarchy.

Oh, crap, we're next.

Dylan, we've got to get
out of here. We've got to go.

Beka, you have command.

Great.

Tyr.

Any dubious obligation
I might have had to you,

I have fulfilled.
I'm leaving.

You're going to your death.

You've got no place to go.

I've got everywhere to go.

It's time for my son
to be with his father.

You told me your son was dead.

You can't be surprised.

You've always known.

Yes. I have a son.

And there is so much more
that you will know of him one day.

Because you believe he is
the reincarnation of Drago Musevini.

Dylan.

That's the most glorious thing

He is.

Okay.

So, what does that mean?

It's hope, Dylan.

Hope for my people,
hope for your people,

hope for your Commonwealth.

Hope for the universe.

There is no hope
for the Commonwealth.

The Commonwealth fleet
is destroyed.

And now, the Sabra-Jaguar,
the Mandau, the Rakhshasa,

all the Prides
will honor that child.

They have no choice
but to follow.

It's written in their genes,

as it is in his, and mine.

Tell that
to the Dragons' children.

They are hardly an issue
any longer.

Next time we meet...

friend or enemy?

Dylan Hunt.

Live well.

Live well, Tyr Anasazi.

Tyr doesn't have a chance.

Maybe they don't
care about him anymore.

You're half right, Harper.

What about the other half?

The other half
will hunt him down.

We're looking at the universe
coming apart at the seams.

And history repeating itself.

The Nietzscheans
have created a void.

Weakened the Commonwealth enough

so that others have seized
the opportunity.

And that's the optimist's
viewpoint.

They're closing in on Tyr.
What do we do?

Oh, what the hell.
Cover him.

Andromeda, clear his path.

Let me know when he's through.

- I can't see anything.
- Just keep firing.

Path is clear.

No sign of Tyr.

We've done all we can here.

Take us to slipstream.

You got it.

We're losing them.

Nobody on our tail.

You know...

I have only one question
about all of this.

So who gets Tyr's stuff?

What do we do now, boss?

They'll be coming for us,

and we'll stay ready.