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You're late.

I've already lapped decks
3 through 8 without you.

You'll be pleased
with my excuse.

I believe I've found a way
to increase the peace.

No offense, but you
make an unlikely dove.

Be that as it may,

there are two large

Nietzschean prides
in this sector,

the Sabra and the Jaguar,
sworn enemies.

You want to
set it up

so that they'll
annihilate each other.

The thought had
occurred to me.

But no.

Actually, they're trying
to forge a treaty...

one which hinges on
an arranged marriage

between the Sabran
first daughter

and the son of the
Jaguar Archduke.

Heh. Well maybe we
should send flowers.

They want someone
to transport the bride

from Sabra territory to
the Jaguar homeworld.

Preferably someone neutral.

Someone with a big,
powerful starship.

Precisely.

Just one thing.

What's in it for Tyr?

The resulting Sabra
Jaguar alliance

would be large enough
to check the power

of the Drago-Kasov pride.

The Drago-Kasov.

Your sworn enemy.

The largest obstacle to your
renewed Commonwealth.

Whatever weakens them,
strengthens you.

Hey!

Hey, what is it Rev?

Sorry to interrupt.
I just wanted to say...

Yeah, yeah, I know.
Set aside whatever

prejudices I may
have and embrace...

everyone, even the
Nietzscheans, right?

I was going to
recommend

that you avoid

any interactions with the
large Nietzschean prides.

You think I'm
out of my league?

We nearly met
our destruction

at the hands
of the last

Nietzschean pride
we encountered.

The Orca, a few
thousand strong.

The Sabra
and the Jaguar

each number
in the millions.

Which makes them

important players in this
area of the known worlds...

players we may have to
deal with sooner or later.

May I caution you?

Watch your back

amongst these
Nietzschean serpents.

Let the prides know

I'll agree to transport
the Sabra's First

Daughter to
her wedding,

but at a price.

And what would that be?

Tyr, I'm under
no illusion

that an alliance as powerful
as the Sabra-Jaguar

would be interested

in signing my Commonwealth
Charter. However...

there are two
systems that would be.

The Enkindu and
Schopenhauer systems.

The Jaguar and Sabras
have been fighting over them

for over 200 years.

I want those systems
granted independence

and the opportunity to sign
the Commonwealth Charter.

A pair of solar systems

for a one way
transport?

That's my price.

Take it or leave it.

You're surprised the
Sabras accepted my offer.

I try not to be
surprised by anything.

Surface shuttle craft is docking.

All right everyone,
best behavior.

You're all ambassadors
for the Commonwealth.

I'm surprised.

Why?

I thought all
Sabrans were ugly.

Yeah, I'm already
getting a vibe.

This chick's bad news.

I'm getting a vibe, too.

Actually, it's more like a tingle.

I'm Elsbett Mossadim,

out of Lucrezia
by Tamerlane.

Have your human slaves
carry my luggage.

His arms look scrawny.

Make sure he
doesn't drop anything.

And him...

why is he alive?

I shoot Magog for sport.

Hello, Miss Alpha
Nietzschean Lady,

I picked these for you.

Thank you.

Cute purple monkey.

Is your pet housetrained?

Shall I show you
to your quarters?

Don't bother.

I'll choose whatever's best.

At what point
do you tell her

that I run the ship?

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.

These bags must
weight a metric ton.

I'm getting exhausted just
watching you guys carry them.

Mr. Harper, it's
good to see that

you're not straining yourself.

You built new robots.

Yeah, well, uh...

in layman's terms

I retrofitted Andromeda's
original 'bots.

I was getting
sick and tired of

patching and repatching
the old ones.

So, uh, what do you think?

More importantly, what
does Rommie think?

They have more power,

and the thighs don't
chafe when they run.

Ah, well, that's important.

You know it.

What's going on here?

Why are you people
standing around

engaging in idle chatter

when my luggage is
still not in my quarters?

I am personally
overseeing the transfer,

your gorgeousness.

Robots! Move it!

Don't push it...gorgeousness.

Rommie, you know I
only have eyes for you.

And you.

Huh?

The guest quarters on
this vessel are pathetic.

I'll need something
more suitable.

I've already given
you the best...

I've located a room
of sufficient size

on Deck 5.

I believe your computer

identified that as the
Observation Deck.

Uh... that's a
public space

for use of the
entire crew.

For the duration
of this trip,

it shall be private.

Arrange it.

You really can't expect Elsbett
to change her attitude.

She's lived her entire life
among Nietzscheans,

and she's only known
non-Nietzscheans as slaves.

Well, you've had the benefit
of a more diverse exposure.

Maybe you could share
your experiences with her

...that non-Nietzscheans
aren't inferior.

You'd like me to lie to her?

Just ask her to
tone it down a little.

We inferiors are
very sensitive.

I'll speak to her.

Thank you.

All Nietzscheans know
that amongst the prides,

the Sabra stand
alone as the most fierce

and ruthless.

I take that as a compliment.

I would prefer
you heed it

as a caution.

For that being as it is,

I believe you'll be
most disappointed

with your union to
Charlemagne Bolivar.

He's a fop,
a do-nothing.

He inherited his title.

Whereas you,
on the other hand...

well,

you are quite
obviously every inch

a Sabran First Daughter.

I'm marrying into
pride Jaguar

because they're clever...

notoriously treacherous.

Still, they've been
declining for 300 years.

They haven't done
a thing of note

since they betrayed
the Drago-Kasov

at the Battle
of Witchhead.

Are you suggesting

I shouldn't marry
Charlemagne Bolivar?

I believe you should.

When you do,

you'll be the power behind
the new Sabra-Jaguar alliance.

And I will have been the
instrument to create that alliance.

A fact I hope
you'll continue

to appreciate well
into your married years.

And who are you?

I am Tyr Anasazi,

out of Victoria
by Barbarosa.

Enquire after me
in the future

and be assured
you'll find me of better

service than that
milksop Charlemagne.

And you are
of which pride?

I am Kodiak.

An extinct pride.

Because they
weren't strong enough

to hold on to
Drago's bones.

The Kodiak were betrayed.

Allowing yourself
to be betrayed

proves your inferiority.

Lady mine,

if you'll allow yourself
to know me a bit more

intimately,...

you'll quickly realize
I am no one's inferior.

Really?

Then why do you
work for a human?

She doesn't like flowers.
Who doesn't like flowers?

She called me 'kludge'.

Well at least she
didn't call you 'monkey'.

Even as Nietzscheans goes,

this Elsbett, well...

she tries my
Wayist patience.

There's only one
person on this ship

pathetic enough
to like her.

Hey, she's hot!

Really.

I find that her attitude
somewhat ruins her looks.

Rrrrrrreowr! Pfft, Pfft.

Believe me, boy.

Elsbett holds you
in utter contempt.

I know. She's hot and she's
a good judge of character.

So what if she holds
me in utter contempt.

At least she's
thinking of me.

What kind of a person
doesn't like flowers?

Ow, Ow, Ow! My tail!

That's for putting it
where it doesn't belong.

- Help!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

She's trying to kill me!

What's going on here?

Your monkey
was in my bags.

Well, you didn't have
to hurt my tail!

Trance, is this true?

Yes.

I apologize for
Trance's behavior.

- I'll make sure...
- Captain Hunt.

Report to the bridge.
Code black.

Multiple hostiles
exiting slipstream.

Nietzschean fighters.
They're right on top of us.

Rommie, secure Elsbett's quarters.

Captain Hunt! How dare
you lock me in here...

And make sure our
guest is secure in them.

So much for avoiding
entanglements

with the larger
Nietzschean prides.

Like I said, Rev,
sooner or later.

And it looks
like it's sooner.

It's the Drago-Kasov.

And we're surrounded.

They're hailing.

Who's sending the message?

Someone calling himself Fleet
Marshal Cuchulain Nez-Pearce.

Put it through.

Belay that!

You know him.

By reputation.

He masterminded
the Dragons campaign

against the Than colonies
in the Orion arm.

This guy is brilliant.

He's nearly
doubled the size

of the Drago-Kasov fleet
in less than two years.

Dylan, he's dangerous.

And after my little
excursion to Enga's Redoubt,

it's best if Cuchulain never
learns of my presence here.

I advise extreme caution.

On-Screen.

Captain Hunt,
thank you for accepting my hail.

Why have you
surrounded my ship?

Believe me, Captain,
I'm not happy about it either.

I'm missing out on my
oldest son's birthday.

Don't let me stop you.

I wish I could take
you up on that.

You know how demanding
children can be.

No. I don't.

That's a shame.

You really should
try it some time.

I highly recommend it.

I'll keep that in mind.

Somehow I get
the impression

you're not here
to talk about

the joys of
fatherhood.

Sadly, no.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to ask you to turn

over Elsbett Mossadim.

Who?

I know you
mean well, Captain,

but this is a very dangerous
game you're playing here.

And I suggest you concede.

I'll give you some
time to think about that.

Clearly, you didn't realize
what you were promising.

Perhaps Elsbett is more
trouble than she's worth.

If we turn her over,
they'll kill her.

We all know that.

Don't surrender anything
while I'm gone, ok?

If you say so...

I should've asked
for six solar systems.

I'm gonna have to do
something about that lock.

I'm not going to let
you give me to them.

What makes you think
that I would do that?

It's what I would
do in your situation.

I gave my word
to your pride.

My word is the foundation
of the Commonwealth.

I have never met anyone
who thought like that.

Probably because
the universe

kills them before
they can reproduce.

Well, that's the
curse of being inferior.

It's not your fault.
You're only human.

Look, if you don't
have faith in this

human's abilities, you're
more than welcome to jump into

a slip-fighter
and try your luck.

You won't make it,

but I'm sure your
family has a...

few daughters to spare.

So, I'll just go back
and pick up another one.

And what's your
alternative?

You and your crew
die trying to protect me,

and then I die anyway?

You are such
a pessimist.

But you know,
it's not your fault.

You're only Nietzschean.

So why is it

whenever anyone goes
on a suicide mission,

they take my ship?

Because it has seatbelts.

Not to mention it's small,
it's maneuverable,

and Harper just installed
High Guard ECM generators.

Really?

Yeah.

If you've finished saying
goodbye to your lover,

I'm ready to leave.

Uh...huh..
she is not my...

Oh, why hide it?

Just remember,

He's pretty to look at,

lovely to hold,
but if you break him,

we consider him sold.

Take care, sweetie.

Cuchulain, we
need your help!

Elsbett's taken hostages
on the hangar deck!

She's taking over
the entire ship!

She just broke
into command!

They're following us.

Ha, ha. Sucker!

Nice work, guys.

Shooting that gun into the cam
really sold it, don't ya think?

Convinced me.

And it would
appear that Dylan

has shaken the
Drago-Kasov.

Well, we should be safe

all the way to the
Jaguar homeworld.

I underestimated you,
Captain.

Enough to change your
opinion about humans?

No. Enough to change
my opinion about you.

Your little maneuver
back there was

worthy of a
Nietzschean.

Thank you.

So, Elsbett,

Nietzschean
to Nietzschean,

you want to tell
me what you're

carrying in all
these bags?

My bags?

Like this one,
for example.

If I were to reach in here,
what do you think I'd find?

A makeup kit, maybe,
or your lipstick?

I mean, after all,
it is a wedding.

Huh. Poisons. Shurikans.
Gauss derringers.

Whatever happened to
something borrowed

and something blue?

It's not nice to go
through a woman's purse.

I almost forgot
the highlight.

A pocket nuke.

Actually,
a neutron bomb.

Oh. Just big
enough to kill

everyone in Pride
Jaguar's capital city.

But leave the
buildings intact.

How thoughtful.

Were you ever going to tell me
you're an assassin,

or was I supposed
to guess that

by the trail of dead
bodies at your wedding?

I'm taking you back to
the Sabra homeworld.

If you do, they'll kill me.

I hardly think...

You don't understand.

I've trained for this
mission since I was three.

If I return without
even starting,

outsmarted by a kludge...

A kludge?

I've never heard humans
referred to any other way.

I'm sorry.

But on your ship, I saw
something different. I saw...

a Nietzschean and
humans living together.

Even a Magog.

It made me question
what I'm doing.

It made me
wonder if..

there wasn't

somewhere else
I could go.

Unfortunately...

...there isn't!

I don't think
you'll shoot me.

Why not?

I'm the pilot.

I'll take my chances.

Effectors.

Have you seen
my force lance?

She's very quick

Don't forget your luggage.

You don't fight
like a human.

You don't fight
like a girl.

You certain you're not even
one fraction Nietzschean?

My forearms are
very smooth.

Not genetically engineered.

Half. My mother was
a heavy gravity worlder.

Well, that's something.
Just not enough.

Elsbett, this
has to stop.

I can't let you go and
kill all those people.

You don't have
any choice.

And neither do I.

I hope that isn't
what it looks like.

Mono-molecular lash.

That's insane.

There's no way to
control one of those.

Watch me.

If you drop that,

it'll cut a hole right
through the ship.

If you're so worried,
stop dodging.

The bulkhead!

Help me!

Help me or we die!

Where's the patch kit?

Soldering wand.
In front of you!

We can't get to Slipstream.

He's cornered us.

We're too deep inside
the Koba stellar nursery.

Cuchulain is sending
us a message.

The timecode shows he's
only eight minutes behind us.

Put it through.

One way only.

No return data
until we're ready.

Elsbett.

You tricked some kludges.

Congratulations.

He still thinks
she's piloting.

In case you
hadn't noticed,

we're herding you.

In about three hours,

you'll run up against
the orbital defense

stations around
Strinberg's World.

Orbital stations?

Not good.

I'm no match for a
planetary defense system.

Oh great.

Elsbett,

you can obviously pilot
their starship quite well.

I suggest you use
the retro-thrusters.

Save yourself.

Cuchulain out.

What do we do?

He's given us three
hours to surrender.

That's three more hours to
lead him away from Dylan.

At least he's safe.

We stayed the breach.

We'll have to put in at
the next port before repairs.

What the hell?
What is this?

Inertial restraints.

I figured that out.
Because I can't move.

Oh, you'll move just as
much as I want you to.

Oh, one more thing.
The inflictor.

Don't make me
use it again.

I didn't make you
use it the first time.

Now take us to port.

But if you try
and fly us

to the Dragons or
back to Sabra...

I'll take my chances
on my own.

Skee-var 10
customs inspection.

Identifications?

My name is
Norda Threska.

And him?

He's a slave.
He doesn't need a name.

If anyone should
ask about my ship

while it's in repair,

tell them it's a
Than grub transport.

Well, it's ugly enough.

But that is not
a true fact.

Now... it's a true fact.

Yes.

Now it's a true fact.

Come.

You know, I don't...

know what they taught
you in assassin's school, but

we're being hunted

by the Drago-Kasov
and you pick

the most expensive,

the most ostentatious,
and uh...

the least

defensible room on
this entire asteroid.

I just wanted to
be someplace nice.

Why are you doing this?

You can still go through
with the treaty. Just marry...

Charlemagne Bolivar.

You think the Jaguar
arranged this marriage

because they believe
love conquers all?

They know we're stronger.

They know we're
ready to strike.

They arranged this
to buy time

to prepare themselves
for the decisive battle.

So instead of a
few years of peace,

you want to start
the war now.

By killing hundreds of
thousands of innocent people.

Innocent people?

This is a blood feud.

A two hundred
year old blood feud.

There isn't a
single Sabra

who hasn't had a
relative killed by a Jaguar.

Millions of people
have died

in this stupid war,

and I'm going to
end it in one day.

By eliminating

the ruling Jaguar families,

I will destroy their
will to fight forever.

In the end,
I'll be saving lives;

the lives of all the future
generations who won't

have to fight anymore.

So you see,

it is the perfect solution.

Except for one thing.

You'll be dead.

That's why I wanted
the good room.

Some Drago-Kasov
fighters are peeling away.

They're going in
for refueling.

Yes!

We won!

Hardly.

Oh, great.
Reinforcements.

Fresh horses, Elsbett.
Getting tired yet?

Getting tired yet?

How long until we reach
the line of defense stations?

14 minutes, 37 seconds.

If this which he
avouches does appear,

there is no flying
hence nor tarrying here.

Nice. You make
that up yourself?

How many of those
things do you have?

My father gave
this to me

for my tenth birthday.

He even had it inscribed.

"Be more than you seem."

How thoughtful.

A reminder to
be treacherous.

You hate me,
don't you?

doesn't matter.

It shouldn't,

but somehow...

As soon as the
ship is repaired,

we'll be leaving here,

and I will go
to my wedding

and all that follows.

So in all likelihood,

you are the last person

I'm going to spend
any amount of time with.

Elsbett, I don't hate you.

I just don't
understand you.

We may be offshoots
of the same species, but

our cultures are
just too different.

I was taught

to try to do good,

even when there's evil
all around me, but you...

were taught to
look innocent, even...

while you're
planning the deaths

of everyone
around you.

I know there's a better
way to live than that,

but no matter
how I try,

I can't seem
to convince you.

Don't pity me.

When I complete
my mission,

I will have done what
seven generations

of Sabra have
failed to do.

Bring Pride Jaguar
to their knees.

I'll be remembered forever,

like Isis Khmer

or Drago Museveni.

No.

Not like
Drago Museveni.

Drago survived to
father nations, but...

when you die
tomorrow,

your DNA
dies with you.

No, it doesn't.

My ova were removed.

Why?

I am so highly
regarded as a fighter,

my eggs can't
be wasted.

They'll be fertilized
and implanted

into lower ranking
Sabra women,

for the improvement
of the pride.

My god, what they've
done to you, Elsbett.

And what they're
making you do.

After the way
I've treated you,

how can you care
what happens to me?

I care because
I'm human.

And despite all the

genetic engineering,

somewhere deep
down inside, so are you.

You just don't
remember it.

I remember.

What are you doing?

I'm releasing you.

You can return
to your ship.

Tell the Andromeda

to forget about
the Drago-Kasov.

This isn't your war.

And you'll just continue
with your mission.

On the Maru.

Or maybe I'll bribe the
Perseid for another ship.

It doesn't matter.

Please, just go.

Is that what you want?

No, that is the last
thing I want right now.

Then don't go
through with it.

I have to do
what I have to do.

You may not
believe this,

but the past few
days have been fun.

I've spent my
whole life training,

practicing,
perfecting my skills.

I was too valuable to be
allowed much freedom.

So, I've never gone
anywhere before.

I've never done anything,

I have never...

spent time with someone

I would consider a friend.

I'm sorry.

I never imagined.

You don't have to
save me, Captain.

You don't even
have to like me.

But please,
stay with me.

Even if it is just
for a little while.

Elsbett...

Please.
For just one night,

I'd like to pretend
I was only human.

What's it gonna
be, Elsbett?

My fighters or the
plasma cannons?

Your choice.

Unless you surrender.

Surrender. Surrender.

All his messages
are the same.

He sounds like
an evil parrot.

I can't believe
I'm gonna die

at the hands of
converging red blips.

Wait a second.

I think you two might
be on to something.

Rommie, scan all of
Cuchulain's messages

for the background noise.

You don't think he...

I've lined up all the
messages chronologically.

Look. The
oscillating variables

between those
is too constant.

It's almost continuous.

Like they were
recorded within

minutes of each other,

not hours.

And broadcast separately

to make it look
like Cuchulain

was still
chasing us.

You mean we've been
running from drones carrying

I dunno, Footprint
Magnification Systems?

Decoys.

Andromeda, bring us
about. Hard 180.

I'm going to fly right
back through 'em.

What if they're
not decoys?

Then when we get
to the pearly gates,

make sure everyone
lines up behind Rev.

You've got spin control.

I'll see what I can do.

Two seconds
until visual contact.

There!

Oh, man, they
suckered us!

They totally
suckered us!

At least we're through.

Which leaves one question.

Where's Cuchulain.

You must be joking.

The honeymoon suite?

Come.

So we're back
to guns again.

I have to leave

and I can't let
you stop me.

You don't have to leave.

Of all people, you don't
have to do anything

you don't want to do.

Here!

Let's go!

You're very good.

An M-Lash.

Now what?

Now, we head for
the Jaguar homeworld.

I'm late for
my wedding.

They're a half light-second
behind and gaining.

Maybe we should
work out a compromise.

Like hell we should!

For 25 years
I've trained for this.

No one's going
to stop me.

Cuchulain!
He's caught up!

What is it that
Nietzsche said?

"God is dead."

Sometimes even atheists
get their prayers answered.

The Andromeda.

Your crew's brave.
Foolishly so.

I couldn't agree
with you more.

Andromeda,
get out of here!

What?!

What?!?!

It's too hot!
Now, veer off!

Dylan!

That's an order, Beka!

Dylan, they'll kill you.

I said that's an order!

All right, compromise!

You keep doing
whatever you're doing,

but we'll stay
here and draw

off as many
Dragons as we can.

Fine, just do it.
Dylan out.

Your ship was
our only hope!

I won't sacrifice them.

We're entering the Pride
Jaguar's home system.

Maru, open up
a comm line

to broadcast on
all frequencies.

Comm line open.

Jaguar home fleet,

this is Captain
Dylan Hunt.

I have your future
Grand Duchess,

Elsbett Mossadim,

First Daughter of
the Sabra Pride.

We are under
heavy attack

from the Drago-Kasov.
I repeat...

Nice try, Captain Hunt.

Cuchulain.

We have more
than enough ships

to deal with
the Jaguar,

and we can
intercept you

long before you reach
their homeworld.

Assuming that's
where I'm going.

Hunt out.

Y..you're vectoring away!

That is the general idea.

But Cuchulain is
still chasing us!

Yeah, but look who's
chasing Cuchulain.

Where are you going?

I have an idea.

Why don't we throw our
own little wedding party?

We've already invited
the Jaguars and Dragons.

Let's see who else
wants to come.

What are you
talking about?

There's no one
else out there.

Oh, isn't there?

You know, if
I were planning

to blitzkrieg
the Jaguars,

I'd already have
my fleet in position.

You know,
somewhere safe but,

you know,
inside the system.

Somewhere like,
oh, I don't know,

near a gas giant.

You're starting a war.

No. You are
starting a war.

I'm just
rearranging the sides.

Now, tell your pride

you're going to die, and
tell them that their entire fleet

will be destroyed
if they don't help.

You're sure you're
not part Nietzschean?

Heh. I'm starting to wonder.

Sabra soldiers of the
Golden Light Battalion.

this is First Daughter
Elsbett Mossadim.

I am under attack
from Drago-Kasov.

Move to intercept.

I repeat.
Move to intercept.

I hope they listen.

Of course they will.

Everyone likes
a good party.

Hear that.

Bride's family on the left.

Incoming transmission.

Transmit.

You're clever, Captain,

but you haven't
really won anything.

We were going
to have to

fight this war
eventually, anyway.

Yeah, but you
weren't planning

on fighting it today,
now were you?

Have fun.

Hunt out.

There.

If you want to
follow through

with your original plan,
then be my guest.

Of course, you'll be

killing off the only people
who can help your

pride survive the war.

and, well...

not to mention
you'd be spoiling

a perfectly
good alliance.

Or you could,
you know,

marry Charlemagne Bolivar.

You know, join
forces together and

give the Drago-Kasov
a run for their money.

It's up to you.

It's too bad
you're a human.

Hmmm.

Well, I kinda
like who I am.

So do I.

Very well, then, kludge.

Set a course for the
Jaguar homeworld.

My new husband awaits.

Aye-aye, Captain.

Well, it's good
to have you back.

It's good to be back.
Beka treat you well?

Fine. It's just...

she's not my captain.

Don't worry, I won't
be trading ships

with her any
time soon.

Dylan,

you have a message
from Elsbett.

just beamed from
a courier ship.

It's about five days old.

Put it through.

It's marked "Private".

Ah...Rommie?

Leaving.

Captain Hunt,

I must congratulate you.

You started a war,

you ruined the
plans of the Sabra.

You're greatly hated,

and also respected

as someone we
can do business with.

Enkindu and
Schopenhauer systems

have been granted
their independence.

Very good.

The wedding was

much nicer than
I anticipated,

and much quieter.

To be honest,

Charlemagne

pleases me.

His decadence suits me.

I guess I won't
kill him today.

Or even tomorrow.

Or the next day.

we'll see how it goes.

I just wanted to
let you know

that, so far, your

solution seems to
be the better one.

You're welcome.