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And if this were the old days, I
would note this in my permanent files.

So you want to lodge
an official protest

against inviting
Doge Miskich on board.

Hosting negotiations between
Miskich and Clarion of Loss

is like trying to juggle
live plasma grenades.

High risk, high reward.

If we pull this off, the Than
Hegemony will owe us a huge debt,

and if we don't try, they'll
destroy Pierpont Drift.

Pierpont Drift is a den of thieves.
I say let the Than blow them up.

Well, that is why *you* are
not conducting the negotiations.

Doge Miskich boarding.

I think I should look
a little more official.

You too.

I was hoping for a tour
of your command deck,

not a view of my own back yard.

Command is being retrofitted. We,
uh, sustained some damage recently.

And you don't want me
to see the good toys.

Heh... That's a nice looking orbital
you've got there, Doge Miskich.

It's vibrant and prosperous.

Yes, yes. Flattery aside, Captain,
do you expect me to hand over

my most valuable possession
to a hive of bugs?

The Hegemon's Heart may be
a valuable gemstone to you,

but to the Than it's a sacred relic
- one that they claim you stole.

Ach! Bought, stole - the Than haven't
owned that jewel in five generations.

We both know the truth. The
Than want to control this system,

and they're using the Heart
as an excuse to attack!

Sounds to me like a
good reason to negotiate.

I've got a better idea. This is
a Commonwealth battle cruiser...

A Glorious Heritage Class
Heavy Cruiser, XMC10-284.

How 'bout I give you forty million
throne, and you fight them for me?

Yeah, yeah... you see,
I- I'm not a mercenary.

And the Andromeda's services...
they just aren't for sale.

Captain, on Pierpont Drift,
everything is for sale.

Look at this scrap heap. No
offense. Looks like my toolbox puked.

You always say that
about orbital habitats.

You'd rather walk on *dirt* I suppose?

I prefer the term
"soil"... rich, moist.

Visualize, Beka, the
green hills of Earth...

purple mountains majesty
and waving fields of grain.

Rain, mud, unfiltered
air, Magog raids.

Thanks, I'll take a nice
artificial gravity field.

We have nothing in common.
Why do I worship you?

Uncharacteristic bout of good taste.

What I don't get is
the Thran-Thre-Kull

outmuscle Doge Miskich's "Rent-
An-Army" by at least fifty to one.

Why don't they just
carpet bomb this tinker toy

and take that Hegemon's
Heart with extreme force?

Because the Doge is
a thief, not an idiot.

He signed on with the
Free Trade Alliance.

Mess with him, you mess with
the FTA Enforcement Wing.

The next thing you know, you'd be
knee deep in an interstellar war.

Thief.

Got it. Going wide.

Here.

So the troll has backup, huh?

Look, lady...

I'm no lady, I'm a starship pilot.

And I'm a cop. Leydon Bryce Hawkins,
head of the Doge's security force.

In that case, shouldn't you
be the one chasing the crooks?

Stealing's legal here.

Hmmm - really. What a unique and
refreshing cultural viewpoint.

Now excuse me while
I go steal back my ID.

It's legal if you're a citizen
of Pierpont, which you're not.

But, assaulting a security
officer, now there's a felony.

- I am not the criminal here.
- Ok, we'll see about that.

Rebecca Valentine.

Counterfeiting, smuggling,
fraud. Known associates...

Seamus Harper. Grand theft spacecraft

and interstellar flight to avoid
prosecution and... public lewdness?

Only the one time!

Hmmmm. Tyr Anasazi. Assault,
battery, mayhem, and attempted murder.

Trance Gemini. Petty theft,
grand theft, theft, theft, theft.

You know, the only one who's not
a criminal in your entire crew

is Dylan Hunt, and
I got my eye on him.

Hmmmm... what do you think?
Better with the blonde or the red?

In fact, I've got
my eye on all of you.

Seamus.

Lucky us.

He is the last guardian
of a falling civilization,

A hero from another time,

faced with the universe and chaos.

Dylan Hunt recrutes an unlikely crew

and sets out to
re-unite the galaxies.

On the starship
Andromeda, hope lives again

������, ��������� ��� ���

Captain Hunt, Doge Miskich,

may I introduce Red Glow at Daybreak

Hails a Bloody Shadow,
Clarion of Loss.

That is a lovely name, General.

I've earned it. And I
wasn't going for lovely.

Chichin scum! Give me one good reason

not to call down my
task force right now!

I'll give you three.
Free. Trade. Alliance!

Mess with me, I'll be using
your exoskeleton as a hat rack!

All right, all right. That's enough.

You both agreed to a
seven-day cease-fire

while we negotiate the
status of the Hegemon's Heart.

Frankly, I'd destroy you both myself,

but he's my captain and I listen
to him. I suggest you do too.

Thank you, Rommie.

Now, look, I'm a soldier.

Diplomacy's not exactly my
strong suit either, but trust me:

it beats interstellar war any day.

So, let's dust off our old copies
of "Negotiation for Beginners"

and see if we can
avoid any bloodshed.

Seven days.

Not a moment more.

I love a challenge.

I love a challenge.

Pretty.

Very. But is it an EXACT
duplicate of the Hegemon's Heart?

Are you kidding? ROMMIE
couldn't tell them apart -

not without a week of lab work.

Well, if they're this easy to make,

then why do the Than
want theirs back so badly?

EASY?! Ok, first I had to synthesize
the silicone in the nanoforge.

Then I had to grow five generations
of to organize the crystal.

THEN, I had to modify the AG field to
approximate the pressure, and THEN I...

You're saying it's hard,
and you're really amazing?

It *is* hard. And I
*am* really amazing.

Beach sand transformed by
the acumen of yours truly.

Besides, the real one

is the crystallized ventricle
of the first Than bug queen.

That's silly. Than hearts
are made of muscle protein.

You said yourself,
this is made of silica.

Trance, you're getting
jaded in your old age.

I'm not old, I'm... young.

Trance Gemini and goal.
Almost drops the puck,

but she regains control, and SAVE!

Hockey. No one has played
hockey in like a thousand years.

Oh yeah? How do you know? You ever
SEEN a hockey game? Were you there?

Let's focus, people. We're not
gonna get past Leydon Bryce Hawkins

with history lessons. He's smart.

And cute.

A fact which, like your
age and place of origin,

has really nothing to
do with the task at hand.

Good point.

You know? I'd forgotten
how much fun this is.

Yuck. Tyr doesn't
know what he's missing.

Ok, so what have we got?

Just your run-of-the-mill
security system

designed by typically anal-retentive,
paranoid Perseid control freaks.

You've got pressure
sensitive flooring,

micro-targeted antigravity
fields, infrared digi-cams.

Zero-G security nanobots? That
can't be good. Move over big brother.

Hey! Just hanging out? Feeling blue?

Sorry. Uh, Beka? I don't
think we heard them right.

I don't think they
said "Stealing is legal.

" I think they said
"Stealing is LETHAL."

That's only if they catch you.

Leydon? You in there?

Listen, I'm approaching the
"will kill for food" stage,

and, uh, the museum
closes in about an hour.

What say you meet me at
the Valley Forge gardens.

I hear it's got nice, uh, soil.

She's in?

Enjoy. Stay out late.

Hello.

Why, Tyr. I didn't
know you liked gardens.

New work clothes. This all very,
um, good. Increased ease of movement.

ECM grid woven in, I suppose.
No place for a sidearm,

but I imagine you could bludgeon
someone to death with that purse.

Jealous?

Of a backwater night watchman?

Of what could be the
crime of the century.

It's not too late
to join in, you know.

I have methods of my own.

Hmmph. Your loss.

Hi.

Hey.

Am I interrupting anything?

Not at all.

What was that all about?

Oh, you know Neitzchean males
- always marking territory.

You've gotta be careful,
or he sprays the trees.

Not on my watch.

Shall we?

So, have you proven that Dylan's

the ringleader in a gang
of ruthless criminals yet?

No, not yet.

Your captain's reputation's rapidly
approaching legendary status.

But still, he's not the one
the Premier Kwan called upon

when she needed to escape
from Blackwell's World, huh?

That was a fancy piece of
smuggling, Captain Valentine.

Please. I played taxi-cab. And
anyway, it's nothing compared to

the making off with the Bordeaux
Crown of Holyoke in a beer barrel.

What do you mean?

Leydon, my father read me police
blotters for nighttime stories.

You didn't think I'd make
you? I know a bounty hunter

on Rough'n'Ready who has
your picture on his dartboard.

I like you better without
the, uh, goatee, by the way.

Of course, I have no
idea what you mean.

Of course. Can I ask you something?

Schroedinger's Cat? What kind
of person calls himself that?

Well, speaking strictly
as a security officer,

I assure you that no self-respecting
thief would ever - EVER -

give himself a name like
that. It's too flashy.

Well, whoever the Cat
really is, he's very good.

Or, he used to be.

Maybe. Too bad, though.

I've used the Bordeaux heist
in training simulations.

And I've always wanted to listen to
the infamous Valentine music library.

That wasn't theft. That was archeology.

Coming?

Is that, uh, fungus you have up there?

Green Bay Cargo One is
closed due to renovation.

Please redirect your travelers
to Red Bay Cargo Four.

I have nothing of yours, Neitzchean.

I imagine you've got something I want.

Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

I'm rather certain you do. Now tell
me, you hideous little creature,

were I endeavoring to purchase
something rare and valuable in this...

place, with whom
would I wish to speak?

Depends. Do you offer a
commission for my services?

Maybe I do. Maybe I don't.

Hey, come here. I want
to show you something.

Come on. Trust me.

Trust you. Couldn't we
start with something easier?

Perpetual motion, maybe?
Universal translator?

Come on. Come on.

Nice.

Oh, don't tell me.

I'm afraid of heights.

You can't be afraid of heights.
You're a pilot. You live in.

I live in space. You fall
in space, you keep falling.

There's nothing to splat on.

I won't let you splat.

It's beautiful.

Exactly.

Leydon, what happened to you?

What is the best thief in the galaxy

doing guarding a room full of
rocks and bones for Miskich?

Just needed a job. Pierpont's the
only place that would take me in.

You're telling me you've gone
straight. Schroedinger's Cat?

Ah, man, I loved being a crook,
you know? For a long time -

outlaw, rebel, loner, play by your
own rules - it's romantic as hell.

Yeah.

Anyway, it just, uh, it
just stopped working for me.

I wasn't getting the buzz anymore,

so I decided to stop being
on the outside and come in.

So... Am I making any
sense here? 'cause...

More than you know.

We've got a situation in
Section 4. Can you handle?

I'm on my way. One
more thing before I go.

Now, Miskich is not a buffoon. He's
ruthless, and he's got a nasty temper.

So, no matter how much I love
that crooked smile of yours,

you are NOT ripping off my museum.

Whatever you say, officer.

Ok.

You'd better get going. Section 4.

Harper, what do we know?

We can pull this off, Beka. But
only if, and it's a big "if",

I can access the museum's central
clock. I'll need fingerprints and DNA.

In that case, we're in.

Doge. General.

Hey! Heh, if we could all speak
Common, it would be most helpful.

I refuse to argue the legality
of this "person's" theft.

The Hegemon's Heart is a sacred relic.

My people have owned it
for ten thousand years.

Ancient history. I have it
now. That's all that matters.

Actually, Commonwealth law
has very specific provisions

regarding religious artifacts.

The Commonwealth is gone.
The stone is on Pierpont,

and according to our local
ordinance, it belongs to me.

No one cares about your self-serving
apology for law and order.

General, I'd be very
interested in learning more

about Pierpont Drift's
unusual statutes. I think...

Fine! But my patience and our
cease-fire are rapidly reaching an end.

Have you met with your principle?
And is he amenable to my proposition?

Huh? Him? Oh, yeah, he's fine.

But this isn't enough.

That's the amount we agreed on.

Yes, well, finding what you
wanted was harder than I thought.

We need a new deal. Make me an offer.

I offer not to pull your heart
out through your eye socket

and nail it to your forehead.

That's very reasonable. How's noon
tomorrow? My, look at the time.

Harper, can I come out now, please?

Not yet, my purple princess. If
I don't disarm those nanobots,

and anything bigger than a
housecat moves around in there,

it's gonna sound like the
Vedran Empress Day parade.

All right, just hurry. It's
stuffy in here, all right?

I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying.

Hello, Leydon's hand.

Add a little DNA courtesy
of Mr. Kissy-Kiss, and...

Yes! It likes me. It really likes me!

Thank you, Harper. Wow! Have I
told you lately how amazing you are.

No, Trance, you haven't.
But you're welcome anyway.

Remember not to step on the floor!

A cyber-patch is useless
against a spring-loaded floor.

Just do it like we practiced.

When we practiced, we messed up.

Except that part.

Ok.

Let's bring it.

Hee haw!

Ok. Now when I freeze the
security system's internal clock,

time will stand still for
precisely twenty seconds.

Is that long enough for you?

Do I have a choice?

No.

All right. Cut the field.

Eighteen. Seventeen.
Sixteen. Fifteen. Fourteen.

Thirteen. Twelve. Uh,
Eleven. Ten. Nine. Eight.

Six.

Got it.

Would you like me
to kill them for you?

Yes. Wait! I'm just...
kidding. I've got a better idea.

Next time I offer to broker peace
talks between a Chichin gangster

and a Than warlord, just kill me.

All right.

Kidding, again.

Captain, why don't you
simply let them fight it out.

Because, they're potential allies,

and we can use all the friends we
can get. How's Plan B coming along?

On Pierpont, everything is for sale.

We should have a new player
on the field tomorrow.

Good. I suppose I can stall
the negotiations for that long.

I just wish I didn't have to be in
the same room with them while I did it.

Oh! You are as spineless
as you are dishonest!

I'll expect the Heart returned
to me within 24 hours, Captain.

What's going on?

The Free Trade Alliance. They
betrayed me - withdrew their support.

I can't hold off a Than attack
alone. They'll pay for this, I swear.

No one crosses Miskich Var
Miskich and gets away with it!

He didn't pay his FTA dues.

Six months in arrears. I
intercepted the message.

Damn. I should have anticipated that.

Perhaps. You've got
a contingency plan.

About that. Beka would like to see
you on the Eureka Maru, Captain.

Great.

Hey! Good timing. Champagne flute?

Are, uh, we celebrating what
I think we're celebrating?

Hey. Catch. Fell off the
back of a landing pod.

Uh-huh. That's-that's-that's-that's...
great. Uh, it's good work, Beka.

Uh... all of you.

You know, I'm impressed,
boss. You missed your calling.

You'd have made one
great criminal mastermind.

Hey, we're not criminals.
We're a covert operations team.

Besides, it's legal to steal here.

Only if you're citizens of Pierpont.

Technically, I'm afraid
we are all thieves.

Using a small evil in
service to a greater good.

Well, it's not like we're
going to keep the Heart.

Right.

You know, I've been thinking.

What if we just got the
hell out of here right now

and cashed that puppy in.
No one would be the wiser.

Some of us ARE the wiser. Let's
just stick to the plan, ok?

Yeah, the-the plan. You
know, a - about that.

Uh, unfortunately, there's
been a, uh, slight glitch.

Glitch?

Uh, Doge Miskich
lost his fire support.

He didn't pay his FTA dues,
which means his only way out

is to return the Heart
to the Than himself.

That's not a glitch. That's a snafu.

Harper's copy will never fool the
Than. If Miskich gives them a fake...

Oh, yeah. They'll kill
everyone on Pierpont Drift.

So, now we have to put it back.

Exactly.

Thanks.

Trance! Harper! I just
got a missive from Rev Bem.

He's converting heathens
by the truckload on (?Quolek?)..

Guys?

Damn!

That one.

Yoshidono. I win.

Fools rush in.

Now, you owe me four million, three
hundred and twenty-thousand thrones.

Remember, all debts
I incur in this game

are dependent upon
my share of the rock.

Assuming, of course,
we abandon this stupid

"Put it back where we found it"
fiasco and sell it at market value.

Now that's an ante. Boss,
we were just kiddin'.

We don't want to sell it.

Sell it. Keep it. Throw it away. I
don't care. It's not the real Heart.

But... But, I - I switched it myself.

You exchanged our
fake for another fake.

What do you know. Mine was better.

We got beaten to the punch. Now
we have to find the real stone.

I believe I know where to look.

Yep. So do I.

You know, the more
I find out about you,

the better this retirement
plan of yours looks.

Take your expense reports,
for example. Very imaginative.

You got ahold of my personnel
file. How'd you do that?

This is Pierpont. Ten guilders buys
you a lot of looking the other way.

My favorite was
the part where you had

to investigate a lead on Infinity
Atoll during fishing season.

That was classic.

And how did you ever manage to
promote yourself a trip to Shindau?

Shindau? Oh, that was, uh...
I was chasing a bail-jumper.

Hey, well, it's not my fault he
had a great taste in safehouses.

Did you manage to see the Dragon's
Tomb? I hear it's incredible.

Oh, no, I missed that.

It was, uh, it was looted
right before I got there, so...

Hmmm. Bad luck.

Yeah.

Hey, didn't you get
to Charo Prime right

after that big diamond heist, too?

More bad luck, I suppose.

Are you accusing me of something?

No. I was just thinking
you're awfully young to retire.

Careful. That thing'll
take your hand off.

Boy Scout.

Yeah, that's me.

So, here we are, just a couple of
law-abiding folk, just...strolling.

In a garden full of
man-eating plants.

So, what do two normal people on a
drift full of criminals do for fun?

Well, what took you so long? Your
ship wouldn't let me call my office.

The general's idea of conversation
is reciting her weapons inventory.

Oh. Well, you know,
I'm sorry I missed that.

I'm sure it was fascinating.

I - I'm late because I
wanted to consult the codes.

And?

And, uh, well, there are still
some details we need to work out.

What details? I give the Than
their Heart. They leave. The end!

Where?

General, you'll want the Heart returned
to you on your flagship, correct?

That is correct.

- And you'll want to do it on Pierpont.
- Of course.

Yeah, well then, we still have some
negotiating to do. Refreshments?

Find what you were looking for?

Actually, I was looking for a hunk of
crystallized silicate about yea-big.

Seen it?

Funny, I was gonna ask you
the same thing. Play it.

PLAY IT.

Trance Gemini.

Hmmm. Will you look at that.

A video record of Trance swapping
a fake jewel for...a fake jewel.

What is the penalty for grand
theft FAKE around here, anyway?

Death. If you steal from Doge
Miskich, the penalty is death.

Ok, now I'm confused.

Me too. Come here.

Good, you made it. Uh, there's been
a slight problem. Let me explain.

Follow me.

Ok, so he stole from his museum and
set us up to take the fall. Slick.

Despicable, but slick.
I can admire that.

But when he fried that thing...

I swear, I just don't know
which end is up anymore.

Well, guys do crazy things
when they're in love.

You been watching
old holo-dramas again?

Oh, is it so hard to believe
someone could fall for you?

Nearly as hard as it
is for me to believe

that you missed
a surveillance camera.

I know! That is unbelievable!

He's good. Quick on the uptake,
smart, completely fearless.

He reminds me of -

You. He reminds you of you.

Then I know I can't trust him.

Anasazi.

Outstanding. So, loverboy,
how much for the stone?

I think you got it all
wrong, here. Beetle said

he was bringing me someone who
could tell me about the stone.

I'm here to question you.

Please. You took the Hegemon's
Heart and replaced it with a fake.

My colleagues stole the
fake. I want the real one.

Not for the Than, not for Captain
Hunt's Commonwealth - for me.

So, I'll ask again.
How much for the stone?

Well, if I had it,
it would be, uh, say,

fifty million guilders?

How are you feeling
about my counteroffer?

You don't think I'd actually come
here without security, do you?

Can't blame me for trying.

No.

You know the old saying.

A leopard never changes his spots?

Well, I was thinking "It
takes a thief to catch a thief.

" I played right into
your hands, didn't I?

What did you do, steal
the rock the day I arrived?

Legally, I didn't steal anything.

But, I did put the
genuine Heart in my pocket

the day after I became a citizen
of Pierpont, six months ago.

It's why I took the security
job in the first place.

Look at her. Man, she's
flawless. How could I resist this?

So, you stayed, collecting
a paycheck from Miskich

and pulling outside
jobs on the weekend.

Isn't that a little dangerous,
even for Schroedinger's Cat?

It's a lot less dangerous
than trying to escape.

Unless you pointed
him at another target.

Which is where you and your
merry band of thieves came in.

It was such a good plan.
It's too bad it fell apart.

Not to admit defeat or anything,
but I don't see how it fell apart.

You have the real stone, the
cops are after Tyr. What happened?

You happened.

Here. It's worth a
Nightsider's ransom.

Beka, we could have
it all, a clean slate.

All you gotta do is marry me
- become a citizen of Pierpont.

A citizen.

So this would be purely
a legal arrangement.

The fringe benefits aren't lost on me.

What's it gonna be?

So, what? We run away together?

Well, we'd make a hell of a team.

One problem. I already have a team.

No, no. So, what are you saying?

Last night was just an
excuse to search my room?

Come on, I don't buy that.

You could've broken in
any time you wanted to.

I'm a way easier mark
than the museum.

You're hardly easy.

It's my men. I haven't
trained them very well.

They could shoot us by accident.

Meet me on the Eureka
Maru in one hour.

You mean that?

Show up and find out.

Dylan, the Than fleet is moving.

They're vectoring toward
Pierpont Drift at thirty-five PSL.

Maintain scanning and arm defensive
missile tubes. Where's Beka?

Unknown.

General, your fleet
is on the move. Why?

Time's up, Captain.

Not according to our agreement.
We still have two hours.

And in precisely two hours, my
fleet will be in position to attack!

It's almost too good to be true.

Oh, this is real. All of it.

Leydon, if something...
If it all goes splat -

Splat?

Just trust me, ok?

Nothing is going to happen, hmmm.

You might be surprised.

Tyr, what the hell are you doing?

I could ask you the same question.

Shall we? There's someone
I'd like you to meet.

Hawkins?

Good, that's everyone.

You may be wondering why I've
called you all here today.

It's time to return the Hegemon's
Heart to its rightful owner.

It's about time.

Well done, Valentine.

Calliope,
San-Ska-Re, Shintaida.

One treasure map, no waiting.

Scan and record image.

Scanning. Recording. Complete.

Hope it was worth it.

That's the Heart? The real one?

It certainly is.

So, the one in the museum...

Fake. Substituted by a clever thief.

Ah, and you recovered
the genuine Heart.

You might say that, yes.

"Recovered" is certainly a more
flattering word than "Stole".

Hawkins! You stole from me?!

Do you know what I do to
people who steal from me?!

- I didn't steal it.
- We can worry about that later.

Right now, I believe it's
time for that exchange.

General, I'm sure the
Hegemony will be delighted that

you've achieved a peaceful
solution to the stalemate.

It might not be as good as a
victory, but hey, it'll have to do.

It may suffice. If
it's the real Heart.

It's not. Go ahead,
check it. It's a fake.

She's the thief. I was
using it to lure her out.

Check it, by all means.
Boy, am I glad to see you.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm glad to see you too.

It's flawless. Trust me.

Captain?

It is the Hegemon's Heart.

And I was so looking
forward to a nice little war.

Well, you see there? Everybody wins.

That's what the Commonwealth
always strives for.

And what do I win?

No one's blown you out of the sky.

You gave me up, just like that.

I had no choice. It was
the only move I had left.

I would have covered for you -

told Miskich you were duped.
He would have believed me.

Why? They already won the game.

Is that what it was? A game?

Wasn't it?

Yeah. Sure.

Smile.

Well done.

Leydon? Maybe we'll
play again some time.

Yeah, maybe.

Triagonal prismatic quartz crystal.

Trace elements of vanadium,
chromium, manganese, and cobalt.

Eighty-two point two five grams.

I wonder how many of these
fake Hearts are out there.

I lost count at three.

You never lose count of anything.

And I assume you could tell
the difference the whole time.

Of course. Harper is sweet,

but he still believes pretty
much anything I tell him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I may have
a brain the size of a planet,

but I can't tell the difference
between one pretty rock and another. "

Just as long as the
Than got the real one.

- They did.
- Good.

I was wrong.

I didn't think Beka could be
trusted to complete the mission.

She came through, though, in the end.

Still, you took a big
risk, trusting her.

Well, that's the thing.

I'm not a computer. I can't do a
spectrographic analysis with my eyes.

Sometimes I have to take risks

to be able to tell the real
hearts from the fake ones.