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Now you must let your
instincts guide you.

Slipstream piloting
isn't a skill, it's an art.

You have to feel your
way to your destination.

I dunno. It seems
kind of complicated.

Trance, I've seen you perform
surgery on species you never met.

I've seen you make food
out of dirt and spores.

Compared to that,
this is easy.

Well, maybe for you.
But those are plants and people.

This isn't alive.
It's, like, switches and stuff...

They're tools.

Ways to interact
with the slipstream.

And while the slipstream may
not be alive, it feels like it is.

It changes. It shifts.

As pilot, all you have to do is
anticipate those shifts. Hmmm?

Well, if it's so easy, why
can't Andromeda do it herself?

Well, Andromeda may be sentient,
but she's still technically a machine.

And machines and
slipstream don't get along.

Be confident and decisive.

Remember this, if it helps you:

When an organic sentient
makes a choice

about their course
in the slipstream,

most often, they
choose correctly.

Early Vedran physicists
believed it had to do with the

interaction of an
organic observer

with collapsing
probability waves.

Oooh.

Well, that makes
it all right, then.

Maybe we should do
this some other time.

No!

Now, we've got six
people on this crew.

One day, our survival may depend
on Trance's slip-piloting skills.

She will learn.

36 O-fuyuchi's a quick
slipstream from here.

Are you sure
about this?

Yes. Let's do it. Now.

Go with your instincts.

All right, then. Transitting
to slipstream...NOW!

I don't think I'm
doing this right!

Confidence is paramount!
Maintain focus!

Look out!

Is that supposed to happen?

I can't navigate
through this, remember?

But I'm guessing "No".

- Don't fight the streams!
- It started it.

Uh...guys?

Oops!

We're back in normal space.
Assuming flight control.

Did I do all right?

Well, I'm just taking
a stab at it, but

that doesn't look
like 36 O-fuyuchi

I can't get a fix on our
location because of the nebula,

but we're definitely not
where we should be.

- And that's the good news.
- How can that possibly be good news?

When compared with
the bad news.

Which is that the
slipstream drive is broken.

Ship?

My SPG lenses are
completely fried.

I'll have to rebuild them
and recalibrate.

Which means we're not going
anywhere any time soon.

What the HELL are you
people doing to my ship!?!

I'm sorry!
I'm very sorry! Sorry!

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.

"Angel Dark, Demon Bright"

Trance!

Trance, I know
you're in here!

You do? How?

Uhhh...actually, I was bluffing.

I always fall
for that one.

I always fall
for everything.

- That's your charm.
- Charm?

I got us lost, wrecked our
engines, and nearly killed us all.

It was an accident.

You think I'm stupid?

Uh...no.
No, not at all.

I- I just think you're..
inexperienced.

I'm a menace.

Did Beka ever tell you

the time where I tried to fix
the Eureka Maru's coffee maker,

and I shorted out the
artificial gravity generator?

I think she might
have mentioned it, yes.

But she also told
me that the AG

system would've
blown out anyway.

And it might have cut
out while the ship was

accelerating and killed
everyone aboard.

Well, she was
just being nice.

Beka thinks that you're
her good luck charm.

As for me..
well, you're a

gifted medic, you keep the life-support
system in tip-top shape,and

ever since you
came on board, the

hydroponics gardens have
been growing like crazy.

Those are plants.
Plants are easy.

You water the ones you want,
you weed out the ones you don't.

Sometimes you fertilize a tree,
and sometimes you prune it.

Everything else,

like machines and
then time and

space, you know, like, it's
really complicated sometimes.

Yeah, I know what
you mean. I...

felt the same way when I
took beginning astrophysics.

You're kidding.

Yes, I am.

Oh.

Don't worry. Once we repair the
engines, we'll be as good as new.

Now who's driving?

Long-chain
polymer webs.

Hey! Give the
man a kewpie-doll.

Trance dropped us in the
middle of a mine-field.

After an unauthorized
flying lesson.

Note taken.

On the bright side,
I think I know where we are.

Milky Way galaxy,
Orion arm.

Witchhead Nebula.

Witchhead? As in
"The Battle of Witchhead"?

I've, uh,

spent the last few months trying
to catch up on 300 years of history.

Someone want to
refresh my memory?

Allow me.

The Witchhead Nebula
was THE site

of the climactic battle of
the Nietzschean rebellion.

Nietzschean Tactical Offensive.

Whatever.The point is,

this is where the Systems
Commonwealth made its last stand.

One hundred High Guard ships,

the, uh, broken
remains of your team

commanded by Captain
Teddy Roosevelt

on the flagship
Thermopoli.

Captain TEDDY Roosevelt?

- Did you know him?
- Not personally, no.

Anyway,

Roosevelt was
up against

five thousand
Nietzschean ships.

Closer to five hundred.

Who's telling this
story? Me or you?

You. And that's precisely
what you're telling, isn't it?

Thank you.

The Nietzscheans

were commanded
by Admiral

Ho Chi Minh of the
Gunga Din pride.

Now, the battle lasted
forty days and forty nights.

And by the time it all
ended, the entire nebula

was flooded with fire.

Finally, it's down
to two ships:

Roosevelt's Thermopoli
and Ho Chi Minh's Path.

Only, Roosevelt was dying.

So, he takes
the Thermopoli

and rams it straight into the
Path kamikaze-style, and BOOM!

Takes Ho down in one
last great act of defiance,

saving Earth.

I thought Earth was
conquered by the Magog.

Well, metaphorically speaking.

Translation, please?

The Nietzscheans ambushed the
remnants of the High Guard fleet.

They had 500 ships.

The High Guard had
less than a hundred.

Eventually, the Commonwealth
forces were completely destroyed.

Not, however,
before they inflicted

heavy casualties on
the Nietzschean fleet,

particularly on the ships of
the ruling Drago-Kasov pride,

consequently leaving
them vulnerable.

In the aftermath,

Pride Jaguar and their allies
launched a surprise attack.

The ensuing civil war shattered
the entire Nietzschean Alliance.

Which is why the Nietzscheans
didn't take over after the war.

All hope for a united
Nietzschean Empire died here.

The Battle of
Witchhead was an

unmitigated disaster
for both sides.

I like my version better.

The only virtue of my
version is that it's the truth.

As far as you know.

Meaning what, exactly?

There's every chance your version
is just as mythical as Harper's.

I'm not detecting any signs
a battle was fought here.

No wreckage,
no spent warheads,

no blow-outs in the
molecular cloud.

Just the usual assortment
of natural hazards.

We'll analyze
the nebula later.

Right now, we need to get
clear of all this chopp.

Beka,

nice and slow
if you please.

And we're clear.

Good job, Beka.

All ahead full.

Mr. Harper,

how are those repairs
coming along?

Slowly, but surely.

You know how twitchy these
slipstream drives can be.

They're a lot easier to break
than they are to fix.

My old engineer called it
"job security".

Smart woman. I've been
reading her manuals.

Rommie?

Checking.

According to the ship's registry,
that's the Renewed Valor.

That's Captain Yazgar's ship.

They're hailing us.

On-screen.

Close on me.
I don't want them

seeing Tyr until we're
sure what's going on.

On-Screen.

Dylan? Dylan, is that you?

Gar. What are
you doing here?

I could ask you
the same question.

We thought the
Andromeda was

destroyed at the
Battle of Hephaestus.

I...got away. Barely.

Dylan,

you've been missing
for thirteen months.

The entire duration
of the war.

I...uhh...

there must have
been some

temporal distortion from
the black hole. I...

Well, you're back now.

And not a moment too soon.

What do you mean?

This is the end
of the line, Dylan.

We've been fighting
the Nietzscheans

for more than
a year, and...

we have not
been winning.

Admiral Stark

has ordered every remaining
High Guard ship to assemble here.

In two days, we're heading
straight for Fountainhead,

to take out the
Nietzschean homeworld.

The Battle of Witchhead.

We're HERE?!?

We're going to be right
in the middle of it.

Time travel.

Daddy always said
"Never mess with time travel".

According to all the
available evidence,

the Battle of Witchhead
will take place

in this general area in
less than two days.

So, the question is what, if
anything, do we do about it.

Buy Intershipping at 40.

Oh, corner the market
on independent courier ships.

What?

Harper, this is serious.

Well, so is this.

Come on, open
your eyes, people.

We know how the next 300
years are gonna turn out!

Badly.

Well, yes, badly.

But, maybe not for us.

I mean

In 30 years, there'll be a
voltarium strike on Candislan?,

or the shark-fur
trade on Tsunami.

Hell, in less
than a decade,

the Free Trade Association's
gonna be formed,

and we could sit
on the board!

Or we can save
the Commonwealth.

If we warn them about
the Nietzschean ambush,

it might shift the
odds in their favor.

Then what?

We can prevent the Fall keep
the Commonwealth intact.

The Commonwealth
is already dead.

One ship,

ten, or even a hundred,
won't change that.

Think, Dylan.

By now, the Vedran homeworld
is cut off from the slipstream.

The Empress is dead.

Warlords and opportunists
are about their business

even as we speak,
and in just a few months,

the Magog will
begin their invasion.

True.

Unfortunately,

my people will descend
upon what's left of the

Commonwealth
like vultures.

And the only ones

who will even be able
to slow them down

will be the
Nietzscheans.

Well,

God bless the
Nietzscheans.

Where would the
Commonwealth be without them?

Yes, well,

good, bad, or indifferent,

if you want to save lives,
you've got but one choice.

Help the Nietzscheans.

Like hell!

Will you let go of your
useless emotional bias

and look at
this logically?

Right now,

the Nietzscheans
are organized,

unified, strong!

Aid them in this battle,

and perhaps we could shorten
the long night by a hundred years.

Two hundred. Perhaps
prevent it altogether.

By helping the very
people who created it.

The irony isn't lost
upon me, either.

But you've said you want
to prevent war and chaos.

Now you've got
your chance.

So beautiful,
and yet, so fragile.

It's a heavy burden that
Providence has laid upon you.

Providence can
have it back!

We shouldn't even be here.

Are you certain of that?

This is all some kind
of cosmic joke.

While I admit the Universe
does have a sense of humor,

I doubt very much
this is a joke.

Think about it.

What are the odds that we
should arrive here at this place,

at this critical time in history?

Come on, Rev.

You think I'm
supposed to be here?

I find it hard to believe something
like this would happen without purpose.

And I find it hard to believe that
we're supposed to help the Nietzscheans.

Even if it stops a Magog invasion of Earth?

Magog attacks
were brutal, yes,

but your people never
stayed anywhere for long.

They came and went like locusts.

Yes, leaving a trail of
corpses in their wakes.

True.

But planets occupied by the
Nietzscheans suffered decades,

even centuries,
of brutal oppression,

purges, slavery, genocide.

You're asking me to choose
the lesser of two evils.

And that's not a
choice I care to make.

We're leaving?

As soon as the slipstream drive
is repaired. We don't belong here.

You're wrong. We have an
opportunity. We should seize it.

A dangerous opportunity.

Rommie, a little basic temporal
mechanics for our friends.

Theory One: Our timeline
is continuous with this one.

In that case, everything we
do has already happened.

Nothing will change.

Theory Two:
Multiple possible futures.

Everything we do could
have massive implications.

Make the wrong decision,
and 300 years later,

we could prevent
Tyr's birth

or Andromeda's rescue
from the black hole. Anything.

There's no way of telling which of
Rommie's two theories applies,

but we can't afford
to take chances.

Well, you won't get any
arguments from me.

All right. We leave.

Assuming we can
repair this ship.

Harper Historical Document, 1.1

How I Saved the Future:

The Autobiography of
Seamus Zelazny Harper.

Now, for reasons of his own,

our captain, Dylan Hunt,

has decided NOT to interfere in
the Battle of the Witchhead Nebula.

Now, while I
respect his decision,

I do not share in his
evaluation of the situation.

Therefore, I have decided

to take matters
into my own hands.

After...uhhh...blinding
Andromeda's internal sensors,

I have begun to modify key
systems of her power core.

These modifications, when complete,

will allow me to
cause a single,

cataclysmic explosion in the nebula.

Note to sculptors:

Statues of me should look, uh,
I dunno...wise, concerned.

I suggest posing me with a soldering
wand over my head like a sword.

Oh! I almost forgot.

For those of you who have
already done the math

and are thinking "Well, uh,
clearly this is a BRILLIANT idea,

but in order to hit
the Nietzschean fleet,

Harper will have
to anticipate

their exact position several
minutes in advance."

And you are correct.

That is where this comes in.

A complete history of the
Battle of the Witchhead,

courtesy of the
Maru's database.

So. To, uh, summarize.

Uhhhh...GENIUS, young, somewhat
good-looking engineer sets trap.

Nietzscheans arrive.

Nietzscheans go BOOM!

And everybody lives
happily ever after.

Harper out.

Our current thoery is that the
AG field interacted with the

black hole during my
slingshot approach.

Which would explain
the time dilation.

I lost...a year.

But to me it felt
like five seconds.

We missed you.

You and the
Andromeda both.

Did any of my crew make
it through the evacuation?

Most of them.

They say you drew
off the Nietzscheans,

bought them enough time
to make it to safety.

I'm glad.

Ordering everyone to
abandon ship, it was

one of the hardest
things I've ever done.

What about Sarah?
Is she ok?

Last I heard, she was attempting
to mount a rescue mission.

But resources are
stretched pretty thin.

Guess it's a good thing you didn't need it.

Yeah. Yeah, lucky me.

Dylan, do we
have to do this?

Do what?

I recognize the "Eyes-Only"
shuffle when I see it.

You think I'm holding
something back?

You always were a stickler
for that kind of thing.

Hell, it's been years, and
you still haven't told me

how you got that
stomach wound.

It's, uh,

it's classified.

You'll tell me the truth when
you think I need to hear it.

Until then,

in Dylan Hunt we trust.

What a mess.

I'd take that personally
if it weren't true.

On the bright side,
with all the pounding

you've been through in the last few
weeks, it's a wonder you're working at all

And here I was,
starting to feel

proud of the way my
systems were functioning.

For the first time since you
rescued me from the black hole,

I'm almost fully
combat-ready.

I'm happy for you.

I'm not.

I admit I don't have many fighters, but
I don't have the crew to fly them, anyway.

But everything else

point defense system,

offensive missiles, sensor drones,
they're all in perfect shape!

I can make a difference
out there, but instead..

Dylan wants you to run.

I've checked the Maru's
historical records.

I've seen the casualty lists.

The Vanguard,

the Continuation of Politics,

the Salient Debate,

the Fires of Orion.

A lot of good ships

and good people are
going to die tomorrow,

and he wants me to stand
aside and let it happen.

He's the captain.

I know.
But I'm a warship,

and I don't like walking
away from a fight.

Hey, Harper, what's this?

Uhhh...beats me.

Isn't it one of your
techno-widgits?

Hey, you're right. I was, uh,
wondering where I left that.

I found it next to one of those AP reactors.

Huh. Fancy that.

Yeah, I didn't know what
it was doing there,

so I cross-referenced
the way it was wired

with one of those...
schematic-thingies?

Harnessing gravity fields for
anti-proton catalyzed fusion.

I don't suppose I could convince you
it's just a harmless science experiment.

Oh, sure.

As long as your
experiment includes

killing tens of thousands
of Nietzscheans.

Hey! What do ya know. It does!

Bravo. You figured it out.

Now, gimme that, so I can...

Harper, I can't do that.

Trance, this isn't a game.
I need that.

Well, Dylan said we're
not supposed to interfere.

Dylan doesn't know
what he's talkin' about!

All right, look.

I'm sorry, ok?

I grew up on Earth.

I lived through
Nietzschean raids.

And Magog attacks,
and famines, and plagues.

And you know what?

The Nietzscheans
were the worst.

Because they're so strong?

No. Because when push comes
to shove, they're human.

And nobody beats us humans
for downright nastiness.

Let me lay a few ancient
Earth human words on you.

Crucifixion.

The electric chair.

The guillotine.
Feel free to look 'em up.

I think I get the point.

No, you don't. The point is:

Sure, I could be
changing the future,

but it doesn't matter
what future I create,

because ANYTHING is better than
letting the Nietzscheans win.

But you can't take that chance,

because if you
fire that off,

it could destroy the nebula
and kill everything in it.

The Nietzscheans,
the High Guard crew members, and us.

That's a risk I'm willing to take.

I'm not.

Sensors, combat systems, and
environmental control are optimal.

Unfortunately, fixing the slipstream drive
is proving to be difficult, as usual.

You know the old saying.

Slipstream: It's not the best
way to travel faster than light,

it's just the only way.

How much longer?

Three or four hours
at the earliest.

Plenty of time.

Help! Help!

Help. Help!
He's trying to kill me!

He's trying to kill me.

Who's trying to kill you?

Him! Him.

I can explain!

Rommie, can't we at
least talk about this?

Move!

You know, I can find my
quarters on my own, thank you.

I'm guarding you, Harper,
not guiding you.

There's a difference.

Don't be like this!

I was only trying to
stop the Nietzscheans

from conquering Earth.

If I tried to re-arrange
your internal organs

tried to force you to violate
your most important

moral imperatives,
how would you feel?

I'd say that actually that
sounds kind of fun.

This isn't the
time for humor.

Seamus Harper,

you are confined to quarters
until further notice.

Feel free to rearrange the
furniture to your heart's content.

But I recommend against making
yourself invisible to me again.

I might forget you
even existed,

and then you'd
starve to death.

Anything I can do to help?

Help. That's not a
very Tyr thing to say.

Ah, well, unpredictability's the
mark of a thoughtful soldier.

What've you got?

Uh...well, can you realign
a slipstream lens?

I can field strip a gauss rifle

blind and one-handed.

I imagine I can
calibrate your lens.

All right.
Down boy.

You know,

I can cook, too.

You'd be surprised at the kind of
skills you acquire as a mercenary.

You don't seem very upset
about Dylan's decision to leave.

Leaving increases our
chances of survival.

Why should I object?

Done.

The slipstream drive
is back on-line.

We can leave whenever
you're ready.

Have you checked my
astrogational data?

It looks valid.

If you retrace Trance's route and
I reverse the stream polarity

at exactly the right moment, we
should end up back in our own time.

Theoretically.

Everything is theoretical
until you try it.

Hmmm. Some things are
more theoretical than others.

Shall I assemble the crew?

Not yet.

There's one last
thing I need to do.

Another repair?

That's one way of putting it.

Time travel?

I know.
It's hard to believe.

The word you're
looking for is 'Impossible'.

You said, when I was ready
to tell you the truth, I would.

Well, this is it.

I was expecting something
more...cloak-and-dagger.

There is no cavalry.
It's just me.

And you're leaving.

I don't belong here, Gar.

There's a lot more I need to tell
you, and I will, if you come with me.

You want me to
abandon the fleet.

What's going to happen here in the next
few days, neither of us can change.

But if you come with me,
you can make a difference!

Your word.
As an officer.

And a friend.

Tell me what to do.

The Renewed Valor has almost
reached the slipstream portal.

What's our ETA?

Another ten minutes, at least.

I still can't do much
more than 30 PSL.

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm really sorry. I- I-

promise I will never
do that again.

It all turned out fine.

You helped me save a friend AND
you doubled the size of our fleet.

Not a bad day's work.

Luck.

Don't knock it.
Everyone can use a little.

I'm detecting a swarm of new ships.

Multiple vectors. Bearing zero-mark-zero.
Range, three light minutes.

Slipstream portal on-screen.

The Valor.

Too late.

It was too late
when we saw them.

These images are already
three minutes old.

And now?

Come about 180,

maximum stealth mode.

What about your friend?
- My friend..

died over three
hundred years ago.

Take us deeper
into the nebula.

Nice and smooth.
I don't want to attract attention.

Whatever you say.

Dylan, something
is not right here.

Tyr, how many ships did you
say the Nietzscheans had?

The historical record
reads five hundred.

I'm reading closer
to FIFTEEN-hundred.

Three times as many as
they're supposed to have.

That's right, keep moving.
No one here but us plasma clouds.

They won't find us.

They're too busy setting up ambush
locations, getting ready for the slaughter.

Dylan, I've finished sorting
the Maru's records.

And?

I did locate seventeen different
accounts of the Battle of Witchhead.

All of them are quite consistent.

The Nietzschean fleet was
comprised of 500 ships.

No more.

Well, then how do you
explain those extra ships?

We must have
changed history.

Something we did
influenced the timeline.

Or something we WILL do.

Before the battle.

Which, according to my analysis,
is in less than four hours.

Harper's device.

A fusion catalyst.

If these records are right,

the only way we can
preserve history

and prevent the rise
of a Nietzschean Empire

and ensure that our
timeline remains intact

is to destroy over a
thousand Nietzschean ships.

May I?

I'd like to be alone for a
while, if you don't mind.

I understand.

I, myself, prefer solitude
while doing mathematics.

How'd you know?

Oh, it wasn't difficult.

In fact, I suspect I could
guess the equation.

Let me see..

One thousand ships,

average crew size:
one hundred.

simple multiplication.

One hundred
thousand people.

How can I even consider it?

Dylan, fate brought
you to this battle.

Destiny demands your actions.

I know, this is
not easy for you,

but perhaps

you are merely a
tool of Divine Will.

That's a nice excuse.

Humans have been using
it since the dawn of time.

"I had to kill my enemies.
It's what God wanted."

Just because humans
use it as an excuse

does not negate
the possibility.

What kind of divine plan
requires the deaths

of tens of
thousands of people?

Tiger, tiger burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Humans have been asking THIS
question since the dawn of time.

My people don't bother.

We Magog know
the Divine exists.

We know it created the
stars and the planets,

the soft winds and
the gentle rain.

We also know He
created nightmares.

Because he created us.

You're saying it
created this situation.

You ask me how this
could be God's will.

My answer is this:

How can it not be?

The Divine lives in all places,

but most importantly,

the Divine lives here...

and here.

This is my mathematics.

I'll leave you to yours.

Override command denied.

Override command denied.

Override command denied.

Hi.

Let me save you some time.

Hello.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Now, you have a nice day.

I will, thank you.

Goodbye.

This is one of those really
awkward situations, isn't it?

Where I walked in on you at
exactly the wrong moment,

and I'm supposed to pretend
that nothing's really happening,

and you're supposed to
pretend like it's no big deal

and then when I turn to
leave, you kill me, right?

If it is?

Well, then I think it's
my duty as a friend

to explain to you why
I think that would be a

really terrible mistake.

Please do.

Ok, well, theoretically
speaking, you're

here on the Maru because

you're debating
whether or not

to go over to
the Nietzscheans

and warn them that Dylan
might try to kill them.

But, you know, I just thought
of something right now.

It's kinda funny that you
weren't at all surprised

when the Nietzschean
fleet turned out to be so big.

You know, it
was almost like

you KNEW that there
were many more ships

and that something was
going to happen to them.

Something like Harper's explosion?

So far, you're only
talking about me.

We were supposed to
be talking about you.

Right. You're right.
So, um,

you have two options here.

You can side with
the Nietzscheans,

or you can
stick with Dylan.

You can't do both.

And if you approach
the Nietzschean fleet

in the Maru, you're
only going to draw fire.

Which means

that you're weighing a
victory for your people

against your own
personal survival.

Again,

we seem to be straying
from the subject.

Ok. Um, the point is,

your best plan for survival
is to keep your options open.

But if you kill me, you
have committed yourself

to abandoning
the Andromeda.

If what you're saying were true...

just for the sake of argument...

Yeah.

Then right now,

I'd still have no choice.

I would have to eliminate you and
take my chances with the Nietzscheans.

Why?

This is just a
theoretical discussion.

Isn't it?

A game.

I take my games very seriously.

I don't.

In fact, when I leave here,
I'll probably forget

that the whole thing
even happened.

What whole thing?

Exactly! Bye!

The battle is less than two hours away.

Whatever you do, you're going
to have to decide soon.

Do you believe in fate?

The idea that the universe
is a vast, pre-programmed

machine does have a certain appeal.

Not for me.

I've always believed a
man makes his own fate.

That life is made up
of a series of choices.

You do have a choice.

Do I?

Occam's Razor:

The simplest explanation
is usually the right one.

There are three times as many
enemy ships as there should be.

We have the means to destroy them.
What is the simplest explanation?

Let Harper out of his quarters.

Get him to deploy
his fusion catalyst.

We are going in.

Aye-Aye.

Well?

Well, it's really nice
that you FINALLY

decided to kill the bad
guys and everything,

but, uh, it's too late.

How so?

Well, this isn't exactly
a precise weapon, ok?

It's more like a plasma
mine than a gauss rifle.

See, the idea was to rig it
BEFORE they arrived,

when we could predict
their exact location.

But now...

They're scattered
all over the nebula.

Exactly.

Which means a catalys
is not gonna work.

Unless you can get them all to
politely line up to be incinerated.

I'll see what I can do.

What?

You get the
catalyst working.

I'll handle the
Nietzscheans.

Emerging from the molecular cloud.

Mr. Harper?

Finally! Harper's plan, put into action!

What was that?

Uhhh...ready. Ladies?

Ready here.

You know, you don't
have to do this.

I want to.

I'm the one who
got us into this,

and I'm as responsible for what's
going to happen as anyone.

Where's Tyr?

In his quarters.

Let's do this.

Rommie, route weapon
control to my station.

Rev, turn on the active sensors.

That'll get their attention.

Battle stations.

Full power to the engines.

We've engaged
multiple targets.

Light damage to each.

Enemy ships are
moving to intercept.

Keep moving. Jab and weave.
Launch combat drones.

Well, if you're trying to stir up
a hornet's nest, you've done it.

And they're starting to sting.

Tyr.

Mr. Anasazi.
Can we help you?

My people have a legend about
the Battle of Witchhead.

They say that the
Nietzschean forces

arrived here with
overwhelming numbers.

Their victory seemed assured.

But then,

in the critical hour,

the Angel of
Death appeared,

summoning forth
the fires of hell.

The Nietzschean fleet
was struck down,

crippled,

their glorious victory
turned to ashes.

You knew all along?

I've never seen
an Angel before.

Rommie, how long
to ground zero?

Forty-five seconds.

Harper!

Initiate the fusion catalyst.

Harper saves the world,

take one.

The catalyst is ready.

Routing fire controls
to command.

It's all yours, Dylan.

The Nietzschean ships
are in position.

Dylan!

Dylan.

I have become Death,

Destroyer of Worlds.

I'm reading
multiple explosions.

Two thirds of the Nietzschean
fleet were in the target zone.

One hundred thousand.

Brace for impact.

All systems
functioning normally.

What's left of the Nietzschean
fleet is peeling off.

It's over.

Yeah, it's over.

We win.

We're approaching
the slipstream portal.

Take us in as soon
as we're in range.

What's the status on
the Nietzscheans?

Survivors are scattered
throughout the nebula.

When the High
Guard arrives,

the Nietzscheans will
be off-balance,

out of position.

You've succeeded.

Tell me again

how this is all
pre-destined.

Slipstream events!
Multiple vectors.

The High Guard fleet.

They're hailing us.

The Nietzscheans are
moving to intercept.

Take us out of here.

Maintain radio silence.

Transitting into slipstream
in three, two, one.

Good luck.

Reversing
slipstream polarity...

now!

Exiting slipstream.

Rommie?

Star positions and galactic expansion
are consistent with CY 10087.

We're back
where we started.

I wish there had
been another way.

Guilt is a wasted emotion...

or so I keep telling myself.

You blame yourself
for what happened?

I didn't say that.

But I could have
sabotaged the Andromeda.

I could have killed us all
and saved one hundred

thousand
Nietzschean lives.

I didn't do it.

No, you didn't.

I let my own need for
survival outweigh the fate

of an entire people.

My people.

That's a very

Nietzschean thing to do.

Yes, it is.

Isn't it.

Maybe on some

level, you knew that
what we did

was somehow
necessary and right.

Dylan,

do you really
believe that?

I have to.

That's better.