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Shots from behind this line...

...are worth three.

Any questions?

One. All these rules...

What's the point?

Rules force you to out-think your
opponent, instead of out-muscle him.

Now isn't that a useful lesson
for life-or-death situations?

Certainly.
And when the Magog unleash

their dreaded bouncing ball attack,
we'll make them rue the day.

Are we gonna talk or play?

How was that?

Maybe we should talk
about the personal foul.

Dylan, you'd better come
to command. Code Black.

I'm on my way.

We'll save that for the next lesson.

I can hardly wait.

The signal was very weak,

but it appears to be a mission recorder
from a High Guard ship.

We haven't identified it yet,

but it's definitely from
around the time of the Fall.

Hey. New uniform?

I'll put on something
more impressive later.

Right now I want the
data from that recorder.

If the ship was destroyed
late in the war,

it might tell us where to find
resupply stations or fuel caches.

The signal is coming from
the center of a debris field.

Take us in nice and slow.

We don't want to bump
into any leftover ordnance.

Nice and slow.
That I can do.

From the dispersal
of the remains,

it looks like someone hit
her anti-proton storage and...

...sent her reactors critical.

You ok? Rommie?

I just got a positive ID
from the mission recorder.

It was the Eightfold Path.

A friend of yours.

We worked together during
the famine relief of Sculpta 119.

She was a good ship.

We may have company.

Another vessel?

I can't tell. I'm getting a faint
sensor contact at extreme range.

Andromeda, keep an eye on it.

Yes, sir.

This would be a lot easier if my
android bodies were back on-line.

Hey, I'm driving here.
I only got two hands.

Hey, Rommie, what kind of
ship was the Eightfold Path?

A Mercy Class medical support ship.

Well that's weird, 'cause some of this
junk looks like it came from a warship.

Rev?

Harper is correct.

There's even unfired
missiles in her launch tubes

The sensor contact's moving closer.

It's definitely another ship.

I don't like the smell of this.

Astern one quarter.

Reading targets all around us.

The missiles have been activated,
and they're heading towards us.

Harper, get us out of here.

Battle stations!

The long night has come.

The Systems Commonwealth,

the greatest civilization
in history, has fallen.

But now one ship, one crew have
vowed to drive back the night,

and rekindle the
light of civilization.

On the Starship Andromeda
hope lives again.

"D Minus Zero"

Andromeda report.

We have minimal structural damage.

The point defense lasers
repelled most of the missiles,

and the ones that got
through didn't hurt much.

Just a little radioactive
residue on my hull.

The other ship's on the move.
I'm losing sensor contact.

Andromeda, keep your
eyes on the bogey.

Deploy sensor drones,
standard coverage pattern.

Is this the part where
we bravely run away?

Not a chance. Open a comm channel
and head towards the bogey.

Towards? They're tryin' to kill us!

Attention, unknown vessel.

This is Captain Dylan Hunt,

commander of the Commonwealth
Starship Andromeda Ascendant.

Stand down your attack.

Respond. Over.

What'd we miss? Anything good?

No. Well, just Dylan running us
straight into a missile attack!

So we can make friends with the
nice people who are shooting at us.

Great. I love making new friends.

Unknown vessel, I say again. Stand
down your attack. Respond. Over.

Well this is pointless.
I suggest we kill them and move on.

Widen the search
pattern on the drones.

I'm not getting anything on the SM.

The bogey's active
sensors have gone dark.

They're not targeting us anymore.
Maybe that means they want to talk.

Or they're running away.

Incoming!

Oh, great.

We've got hull breaches
on decks 11 and 13.

I'm sealing the bulkheads and
adjusting pressure to compensate.

We've lost the slipstream drive.
Switching to damage control.

Starboard point defense stations
1, 4, and 6 have been destroyed.

Port stations 3 and 6 are offline.

Their sensors were off.
How could they see us?

Harper, take evasive maneuvers.

Andromeda, ready smart missiles.
Prepare to fire on my command.

To hell with that. Harper, plot
a course and get us out of here.

Uh, some help here?

Evasive maneuvers, Mr. Harper.

This'll teach me to sit at the helm.

Next time I'm all about
environmental sciences.

OK, we're evading and maneuvering.

Anything else I can do for you?

Fire.

Missiles away.

We've lost target lock.

Reading multiple detonations.

Point 75 light-seconds from the target.

OK, how come they can hit
us and we can't hit them?

Preparing another salvo.

Belay that. Hold your fire.

Rev, find us a place
to duck and cover.

About time.

The sixth planet in this
system is a gas giant.

Perfect.

Harper, plot a course
for the night side

and take us into
the ionosphere.

Tyr, give me a full spread of
counter-measures to cover our back.

Counter-measures away.

All ahead full.

Glad you finally
came to your senses.

We're clear of
the wreckage.

Good.

Stand down from
combat mode.

Keep your eyes open.

Tyr, you have command.

Beka, walk with me.

If you ever countermand me
during a battle again,

I will slam you in the brig and leave
you there to rot. Understood?

I understand perfectly.

I understand that those
people up there are my crew.

Hell, they're my friends.
My family!. My responsibility!

I'm not gonna let you
gamble with their lives.

You want to protect them.
I respect that.

But when you try to override
my decisions in combat,

all you do is
confuse the issue.

You saw Harper in there. He froze up.
And that's how people get killed.

Dylan, you're not in the
Systems Commonwealth anymore.

You don't get backup.
You don't get second chances.

You don't have the luxury of negotiating
with people as they shoot at us!

In combat, knowledge isn't a luxury.
It's a necessity.

In the High Guard we called this
D Minus Zero, the first day of hostilities.

And at D Minus Zero,
the first priority is intelligence.

Who are we up against?
What are their goals?

I'm not an idiot, Dylan.

I know as much about
running a ship as you do.

Maybe more.

Ten years as captain of a
freighter doesn't qualify you

to override my commands.
- So you're saying you're just gonna do

whatever you want with my crew,
and my opinion be damned?

Your opinion does matter.

But there's a time and
a place for everything.

If you've got a problem,
you bring it up in private.

I promise to give
you a fair hearing.

But when the
shooting starts,

you're gonna
have to trust me.

I'm not big on trust.

Then it's time to learn.

Did you hear me?

I'm sorry, I was reviewing tactical
scenarios. What did you say?

The residue on your hull.

That's how they're able to target us
without using their active sensors.

We need to scrape it off.
Any suggestions?

I'll talk to Harper.

Maybe I can get him to go out there
with an EVA suit and a squeegee.

I'm sure you two will
come up with something.

He's a good kid, you know.

Smart. They all are.

Beka, Rev Bem, Trance, Tyr.

They're smart, they're talented,
and they're totally undisciplined.

You afraid you can't
depend on them?

No, no. Not at all.

No, they're not the weak link.

For that, we need to
look somewhere else.

Oh.

The problem isn't them.

The problem is me.

Don't ever think that.
You're a fine commander.

300 years ago, maybe.

But times have changed.
Maybe they've passed me by.

Napoleon Bonaparte was one
of history's greatest strategists,

but if you plucked him out of his time
and set him down just 200 years later,

would he have any idea how to
maneuver a tank brigade?

Or how to use close air support?

Of course not. He'd have
been a relic. Just like me.

You're not a relic.

The Commonwealth may have fallen,
but you did not fall with it.

Tell that to whoever's
out there gunning for us.

Hey!

Hey!

You should have been here a minute ago.

You missed the part where I
nano-welded my boot to the deck plate.

Well then, you need this more than I do.

Oh, nice.

Hey, what are those?

Minibots.

I built them to, uh, clean
that crap off the hull.

Man, that stuff was
tougher to get rid of

than that virus I caught
back on Kalderash 5.

Not to mention, I have to refurbish
almost 30 of these AG coils,

which is 24 hours work at least.

And that's, you know, as long as I
don't get any sleep or anything.

Well, if anyone can get this ship
up and running, I'm sure it's you.

Wait a minute.

Aren't you gonna chew me out for
not siding with you up in command?

It's not you I'm
mad at. It's Dylan.

He almost got us
killed back there.

"Almost" being the
operative word.

I just don't want to be
there when his luck runs out.

Where would you rather be?

Back on the Maru running cargo?
Salvage?

What makes you think
that would be any safer?

Couldn't be any
more dangerous.

All right. You wanna know what I think?

Oh, good. Now for another chapter in
"The World According to Seamus Harper".

Hey, my favorite book.
Chapter 12, Paragraph 8, Verse 3.

The universe hates you.
Deal with it.

That's comforting.

All right.

Remember when we heisted
those grav speeders

on Infinity Atoll,
took 'em for a spin?

Yeah, sure.

Well, the thing that I remember most
about those eggbeaters was,

I'd be whipping along,
and every once in a while

I'd hit a swarm of bugs.

Poor little bastards just minding their
own business, not doing anything wrong,

and a little bit of bad
timing on their part,

and splat, all over
the windshield.

Tragic.

Damn straight.

The thing is, as far as
the universe is concerned,

we're all bugs just
hopping along, loving life,

until one day fate
decides to introduce

each and every single
one of us to our very own,

personalized windscreen.

So yeah, maybe Dylan is crazy.

Maybe he doesn't have a chance
in hell of rebuilding the Commonwealth.

And maybe one day something'
will come along and splat him too.

But we're all gonna
get splat eventually.

Yeah, but you
forgot one thing.

Dylan is not flying around
minding his own business.

He's looking for windscreens.

Right.
But with us on his side,

he might just be the only bug alive
tough enough to blast right through.

More depth charges.

You'd think after three hours
they'd get a little bored and go home.

Patience has its virtues.

Few more like that one and they'll
get an exact fix on our location.

Mr. Harper, any news?

Still no slipstream, but, uh,

thanks to some hungry little minibots,

Rommie's hull is now
clean enough to eat off of.

That's a start anyway.

Beka, Tyr, report to command.

Andromeda, take us out.

What've we got?

The enemy ship is still out there.

I think.

It's at least two
light minutes away.

It's difficult to
maintain contact.

All right, then, let's play.

Launch advance sensor drones.

Come about zero-four-niner
and slow to three quarters.

Something about zero-f..?

Now hard left, ninety degrees
positive, all ahead full.

This must be the old
nauseate your enemy ploy.

Keep it up. Random speed, heading,
and attitude changes.

I want Andromeda bucking like a drunken
Vedran with a Nightsider on his back.

Sounds like my last date.

You can tell us
about that later.

This is what old Earth's submariners
called a Crazy Ivan..

random shifts and lurches designed
to throw off a pursuer,

maybe force her to
do something stupid.

Yeah, and what if they
don't take the bait?

Then we run straight at her.
Full speed.

As soon as we're on top of her,
we blow her out of the sky.

What's our friend doing?

Absolutely nothing.

They're smart, I'll give them that.

Beka, on my mark,
turn us around

and point us straight at the
target, full speed ahead.

I take it this is the
"crazy" in Crazy Ivan?

Life support officer Trance
Gemini reporting for duty, sir!

Suck up.

Andromeda, take the helm.

Assuming helm control.

I got it.

This isn't a debate.

I want you, Trance, Tyr, and Harper

to configure stations for
remote fighter operations.

Give defensive support in four zones,
even distribution, 3000 kilometers out.

Then what?

Zone defense, like in basketball.

Stick to your assigned area and
take everything that comes your way.

If something gets
by you, let it go.

Better to miss one
than miss them all.

PDL's armed, missile tubes loaded.

Fire control sensors on-line.

Captain, I..

I hope you do not expect
me to fire the ship's weapons.

This isn't the time, Rev.

Nevertheless,

I will man the sensors,
but I will not fire the weapons.

I could've told you that.

Fine.

Andromeda, take over fire control
and bring us about hard 180.

Yes, sir.

Engines at full.

Any indication what
we're up against?

I can't tell.
It could be anything.

Maybe it's a baby space alien
that thinks we're its mother.

Come to momma, baby.

One minute, twenty
seconds to intercept.

Launch fighters.

Fighters away.

She's running!

No. She's playing hard
to get. Stay alert.

Oh, my. Incoming missiles,
multiple vectors.

Who are these guys?

Brace for impact.

Come on, come on, get back here.

Damn it, boy, pay attention!

I'm doing the best I can,
Mr. Will To Power.

That's not good enough!

Harper, behind you!

I got it, I got it!

I've got it.

Tyr, back in position. Now!

I've lost my defense.
Hull breaches on decks 3, 5, and 8.

Recall the fighters and
get us out of here!

No! We can still close!

Like hell we can!
This round goes to the bad guys.

Well, we came, we saw,
we got spanked.

I'd say this was anything
but good for my self-esteem.

We're not done yet.

Beka, plot a course for this
system's sun, maximum speed.

You want me to set up for
the slingshot maneuver?

No, I want you
to go straight in.

Is this the part where
I politely voice my concerns?

You ever stare at the sun?

Hey, it's all fun and games until
somebody burns out his retina.

Exactly. The flood of radiation will
blind their active and passive sensors.

That'll give us the time we need to
conduct repairs and plan the endgame.

Unless we melt.

Believe me, this wasn't
on my list of things

to try when I woke
up this morning,

but here we are.

Tyr, a word.

Someone lied to me.

I was told that all Nietzscheans
are perfect physical specimens.

So?

Huh, then I assume your defective
hearing is a personal problem.

I told you to stay
in your zone.

Harper's zone was
saturated with missiles.

He was in over his head. I had to act.

I'm not interested in your
opinion of Harper's condition.

You screwed up
and we got pasted.

As long as you walk my decks and breathe
my oxygen, you're a part of my crew

and I expect my crew to work
together as a team. No exceptions.

Work as a team?

With them?

They're amateurs.

Children.

And you?

You're an anachronism.

You haven't the first idea how
unforgiving this universe has become,

and I will not allow you
to find out at my expense.

If you're thinking of
taking off in the Maru,

it won't launch without
my authorization.

I'm not going anywhere.

Yet.

So, I take it your conversation
with Dylan went well.

Well enough to realize that
I've badly misjudged him.

Tyr, why don't you just
tell me what you want.

I think we need to reexamine how
things work on board the Andromeda.

Perhaps it's time we considered an
alternative leadership arrangement.

You looking for a promotion to captain?

I was thinking more on the lines of
First Officer to Captain Valentine.

I'm not ready for that yet.

But I will talk to Dylan.
See what's up.

And if he doesn't have a good answer?

Ah, Rev, I uh I wish you wouldn't do that.

I'm so sorry. Sometimes I forget the
effect my appearance has on others.

It's not that, it just takes a
little getting used to, that's all.

I'm sure humans looked strange to you at first.

Oh, not at all.

In fact, I find your people quite attractive.

Dylan, have you talked to Harper lately?

No, why?

He's killing himself trying to repair
all the damage we've sustained.

He blames himself for letting his guard down.

It's not his fault.

Even an experienced High Guard pilot
couldn't have stopped all those missiles.

And a High Guard pilot would know that.

But, Harper is not High Guard.

None of us are.

In fact, we're simply five civilians
trying to do the work of 4000 soldiers

and feeling, well, quite frankly,
a bit overwhelmed.

You think I'm expecting you to
react under pressure like veterans?

You tell me.

You're supposed to fix my ship,
not beat her to death.

Sorry, Sometimes, uh, high tech problems
demand low tech solutions.

Sometimes you deserve a kick in the butt,
but you don't see me doing it, now, do you?

I guess, uh, I guess I did...
you know...drop the ball there.

No, no. You did your job.
If anyone made a mistake, it was me.

You?

I'm the captain. It's my job to come
up with battle plans...ones that work.

Well, it's not so bad.
I mean, you know, couple of right hooks,

I should have these fire control links
back online in a few hours.

The nanobots can handle that.

I want you to build something for me.

Nice! What is it?

An FMS.

Footprint Magnification System.
Better known as a "Fu..

well, the uh, polite version
is "Fire at Me Switch".

The FMS makes a small vessel look like
a big juicy ship-of-the-line.

They were used during battles to draw missile
fire away from high value assets.

Uh-huh. Kinda like a big neon
"Kick me in the Assets" sign.

Exactly.

I'm gonna have to custom
machine some of these parts.

Uh, the casing looks a little bulky.

If you're planning on sticking this on a drone,
I'm gonna have to build you a smaller version.

Size isn't the issue. It's power.
Just get it to work. We'll rig it to something.

You know, that is really starting to annoy me.

Yeah, join the club.

More paintballs.

I'm reading multiple sensor contacts
at extreme range and closing at 75 PSL.

Fire control is still down.
How far to the corona?

Less than one minute.

Countdown at fifteen second intervals.

We've lost over half our sensor drones.

45 seconds 'till the sun.

That was no paintball.

Hull breach in the starboard propulsion
housing. Thruster 2 is off-line.

Cut the engines. Inertia will carry us in.
- 30 seconds.

You can't just let them blast away at us.

I can. I will.

We've lost the remainder of
our sensor drones.

We're blind.

Blind and crippled.

If Andromeda
were my child, I'd drown it.

15 seconds.

We're entering the outer corona.

Goodbye, frying pan. Hello, fire.

I'm reading a large swarm of enemies
missiles, ten LS away and closing.

Beka, first officer's station.

Tyr, activate maneuvering thrusters.
I want you to drop us into closer orbit.

How much closer?

We're going to dip inside the lower corona

and use those flares
to take out the enemy missiles.

You've done this before, right?

Right?

First time for everything.

5 LS.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Zero.

The missiles have impacted on
the solar flare. They missed us.

Come about to
our projected orbit.

Deploy bucky cables, bleed off
some of this heat. Good job, people.

Dylan, can I talk to you?

Always.

You know, there aren't enough cables in
the galaxy to bleed off all this heat.

When are you going to tell them we
can only keep it up for 48 hours?

I'm not. If we're still here in
48 hours we're already dead.

How about when I try this?

Still nothing.

There must be one data conduit on
this deck that's not fried or severed.

Try rerouting from
environmental controls.

There. Another victory
for the good guys.

Targeting system's
back on line.

Excellent. Now we just have to
restore weapons and slipstream.

Andromeda, would you mind giving
me and Dylan a moment, please?

Privacy mode engaged. Authorization:
Acting First Officer, Beka Valentine.

What's wrong?

Well, I was just on deck
42 checking the readings.

Radiation levels are up 12%
in the last hour alone!

Yeah, I know.

So, were you planning on staying
here until we're all extra crispy?

Or could we get out of here while
we're still only medium rare?

If we leave before weapons and sensors are
repaired,

we'll get a lot worse than that.

Maybe so, but we've
been hiding out here

and soaking up radiation
for the last day.

I mean, to be honest,
getting shot at

is looking more
attractive all the time.

Anything's better
than sitting here

and watching hair
and teeth fall out.

Don't worry, I don't want
want to lose my hair either.

Dylan,

what's your plan?

In case you haven't noticed, we're
one for three against these guys.

Stick around. I'm predicting
a knockout in round four.

Whew!

Trance, is it my imagination

or is it beginning to
get really hot in here?

Temperature readings are stable,

and the bucky cables are
still radiating heat perfectly.

It's all in your mind.

Oh. Good. Insanity, I can deal with.

Maybe I'll go to hydroponics afterward
and run through the sprinklers.

Nice.

This is a farce!

The captain's plan is killing us.

I can feel my DNA being
shredded molecule by molecule.

Well, look on the bright side.

Maybe some stray
cosmic ray will zap

just the right gene and give your
children some killer mutation

that will make all the other
Neitzcheans weep with envy.

You find this amusing?

Even if we can repair
the slipstream drive,

the enemy will destroy
us before we can get

far enough away from the
star's gravity well to use it.

And nothing that...

nothing Dylan is doing
can prevent that.

I'll talk to him.

And what will
that accomplish?

If the radiation
is affecting me,

what do you suppose
it's doing to Harper?

To Trance?

And to you.

Tyr, I didn't know you cared.

I care about survival.

Do you?

You know, a person
could get a tan this way.

Should I turn down
the screen intensity?

No, no, no.
I like the reminder.

I just wish we'd come at night.

So, what have
you got for me.

Still no slipstream.

But fire control and sensors
are almost fully operational.

Which leaves us right
back where we were before.

Getting pounded.

Which they'll start again as
soon as they see us break orbit.

Dylan, where ummm...

Where do you want this?

OK, I'm just gonna lie here
right now, if that's ok.

Harper!

You all right?

Trance, get the
medical deck ready.

There you go.

The FMS.

Come on Harper,
you with me?

Did I do it right?

What am I saying?
Of course I did it right.

Don't worry, Harper.
You did just fine.

He's dying.

Damn. It should've been hours before
anyone started feeling the effects.

If he was a good little citizen of the
Commonwealth, I'm sure he'd be fine.

Harper was raised
in a refugee camp.

He's got a dodgy immune
system at the best of times.

He sure can't stand up to this
radiation bath you've got us soaking in.

How long before his condition
becomes irreversible?

Four hours, maybe less.

Oooo...shiny.

I'll have us out of
here before then.

But if we leave before
slipstream's back on line,

we still won't be able to
get out of the system.

The last thing
they saw us do

was to fly straight through
those solar flares.

Perhaps they think
we're already dead.

Do you honestly think they'd chase
us this far and then just leave?

I don't know.

But I'd rather take
my chances out there

than watch us
drop one by one

while we wait for
you to save us.

What about you?

I don't see that you've
left me much choice.

Rev, you and Trance
stabilize Harper.

Get him to the Maru.
We're leaving.

Uh, we?

You're my crew. I'm not gonna
let you stay here and die.

Well, yes, but we
promised Dylan...

This isn't about loyalty.

It's about being
alive tomorrow.

Leave. Stay.
Ah...it's all good.

Shhh, shhh...

It's ok. We're gonna
get you out of here.

Let's go.

I... I dunno.

I mean, survival is
fine with me, but

I like my chances
better here.

You know, big ship good,
little ship bad.

We've gotten out of
worse scrapes before.

Haven't we, Rev.

Yes.

I'm sorry I won't be there to
see you get out of this one.

The Divine has
chosen my path.

I must walk it
wherever it leads.

I'm sorry you
feel that way.

I can't force either of
you to come with me.

But you can't
make us stay.

Not at all.

In fact,
I encourage you to go.

Because when you do, I'm going to

light the Maru up
like a Christmas tree.

I'm going to make
that ship out there

think that you're me,
trying to escape.

And then, while they're

busy reducing you to
your constituent atoms,

I'll swing around from behind
and blow them out of the sky.

Now, I might get them before
they get you, and I might not,

but you've made your choice,
so that's not really my problem.

My obligation is to protect the
lives of the people on this ship,

and that's what
I intend to do.

Which is why
Harper stays here.

And you'll take him
over my dead body.

You're bluffing.

You can't make the Maru
look like the Andromeda.

Oops...sorry, Beka.

I never walk into a situation

without a plan for
getting out in one piece.

So make the call, Beka.

Do you want to walk
with me and live,

or walk out on
me and die?

You wanted to see me?

Here.

Impressive.

I've been flying this
ship since I could walk.

I'm on a first name basis
with every bolt and circuit.

You had to know I'd
find your little toy.

Well, I hope you
didn't damage this.

I'm going to need it when
I fly the Maru out of here.

When you what?!?

Thanks for the
vote of confidence.

Until we had that
little chat in medical,

I always planned to
fly the Maru myself.

But now that
you've found this,

I don't have
much choice.

You can't fly the Maru.

You wouldn't know how.

There's a war on.

We work with
what we have.

Look, Dylan,

my crew seems to
believe that your plan

is our best chance of
getting out of here alive.

Maybe it is.

But only if
I fly the Maru.

I just ask one thing:

when our friend up there pops
his head up to shoot at me,

you chop it off.

You've got a deal.

Great.

I'll take weapons, Tyr.

I want you to fly
fighter support.

Of course.

The Maru is underway.

Eureka Maru has opened a channel.

On screen.

Here we go.

You gonna be here
when I get back?

That's the plan.

That's all I
needed to know.

Take care of my crew.
Maru out.

Our crew.

Ready smart missiles.
Full battery.

Point defense
stations on line.

Attack support
stand by for launch.

Missiles ready. Starboard point
defense stations 2, 3, and 5,

Port stations 1
through 6 are online.

Standing by.

The Maru has passed
outside the star's corona.

Launch fighter.

Fighter away.

Here goes nothing.

The Maru has
activated the FMS.

Her sensors are
emitting at full power.

Harper did a great job.

If I didn't know better,
I would swear she were me.

Apparently you're
not the only one.

I'm getting a sensor
contact at extreme range

and closing fast on the Maru.

Tag, you're it.

Keep it together, Beka.
Don't let him spook you.

Multiple contacts.
Four missiles headed for the Maru.

All right,
he's taken the bait.

All ahead full. Ready missile
barrage on my mark.

Collision alert!
Collision alert!

Tell me something
I don't know.

She's not going to make it.

Covering fire. Now.

Come on, come on, Dylan.
Just one more second.

She's getting hit!

Let's bring it.

Nice timing.

See ya.
Wouldn't want to be ya.

We've got them.
Their engines are dead.

I'm not reading any
more enemy missiles.

We should finish them off.

No. Stand down.

Maybe now they'll
want to talk.

I don't want to talk.

Damn it, Tyr!
I said stand down!

I didn't do it.

I didn't get the chance.

The explosion originated
inside the enemy ship.

Some kind of self
destruct mechanism?

They killed themselves
to cheat us of our victory.

Or to conceal their identity.

Hey, boss .....

You look like hell.

Well, I'll be up to the
rumba in no time.

Did we get 'em?

We got 'em. Thanks to you.

Dylan, the Eureka Maru's
back in the hangar.

Oh, good. Thanks.

Uh...

You did good.
Both of you.

Glad you made it.

That makes two of us.

Uh, you know, you were right.

The way you
piloted the Maru,

I don't know if I'd
have gotten away.

Oh yeah, well, I saved your
cookies, you saved mine.

I'd call it even.

You know, not completely.

When you and Tyr confronted
me down in medical, I...

pulled a fast one on
you, and I'm sorry.

Don't apologize.

If I would've run without
the Andromeda's backup,

I might not
have made it.

You were right.

I'm the skipper,
I'm always right.

Except when I'm wrong.

How can you tell
the difference?

Usually, I wait for my first officer
to give me a swift kick in the head.

Oh, I might be able
to help you there.

You know, Dylan, I'm still not 100%
convinced about this mission of yours.

But, you know, if you ever
need a kick in the head,

I'm happy to oblige.

I'd like that.

Don't get too excited.

I'm still not
calling you "sir".

Well, then I guess "Your Majesty"
is out of the question?

I underestimated you.

That won't happen again.

What happened to
playing by the rules?

Let's just say
I owed you one.

Now, you gonna take
your free throws, or what?