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Captain, Hunt...

Yeah, one second.
Rommie, how you holding up?

As well as can
be expected.

Believe me, having your brain
connected to a black hole is not fun.

It'll be over soon.

I'm counting down
the nanoseconds.

I must say, captain,
this ship makes for

an extraordinary
research platform.

The Andromeda Ascendant's
quantum computer is a marvel.

What a tragedy she's
the last of her kind.

It would be nice to
have an extra to dissect.

Perhaps after we're done.

Rommie's not a lab rat.

Either way, your
assistance here will

not go unnoticed by the
Sintii Council of Directors.

They will be sure to
see the advantages

of Commonwealth
membership

knowing that you
and your vessel

will be at
their disposal.

Anything to help expand
the frontiers of knowledge.

Not expand them...explode them.

We are mapping the wave
function of the universe.

Once we succeed, the
possibilities will be endless.

Faster than light
communication,

predictable
slipstream travel,

perhaps even
teleportation.

What was that?

The tidal forces from the black hole
are trickier than we expected.

And the information
exchange with the singularity

is taking up a lot
of my attention.

Which means Andromeda's
instantaneous corrections

aren't as instantaneous as usual.

We're all painfully aware of
your AI's limitations, captain.

That's why we only
plan to maintain

the quantum interface for
another forty-eight hours or so.

Well within your ship's
safety limitations.

Well. I can't argue
with his math.

Ahhhh, how do you do it?

Do what?

Those Perseids have been playing
the Sonata in E Major on my nerves,

and so far you've managed to
not even raise your voice at them.

I'm very impressed.

The Perseids sponsored humanity's
entry into the Commonwealth.

They're an important part
of the rebuilding process.

And they're
really annoying.

I like them.

Yeah, but you
like everyone.

Even people who
try to kill you.

Especially people
who try to kill you.

DYLAN! Hi, I'm Beka Valentine,
your first officer?

Sorry.

I just...

want to get
Hohne's blessing

for the new
Commonwealth charter,

then go away
from here.

The black hole...

I never want
to see it again.

That thing didn't just

swallow my ship,
it swallowed my life.

Sarah.

I miss you, Sarah.

Come in.

Sarah, we've established orbit.
You should come to command.

You didn't have to come down
here to tell me that, Ismael.

A comm link would've
done the trick nicely.

Ah a comm link.

I wish I'd thought of that
before I set out on this

long and arduous
journey down the corridor.

You are a cold, unfeeling
beast of a man, Captain Khalid.

Marquez did a few tricky
turns in slipstream.

That seems to have shaken
the last enemy patrol.

So we've got a little time.

Not much. Your people
are nothing if not persistent.

Those traitors
aren't my people.

Any Nietzschean who can't
figure out that survival

depends on the continued
existence of the Commonwealth

doesn't deserve to
carry the name.

- I didn't mean to say...
- I know.

Have I thanked you lately
for helping me pull this off?

You don't have to.

We've got a contact.

They must be right on the
edge of the event horizon.

-Time dilation is
off the charts.

Good work, people.

- Twilight, plot Andromeda's orbit.
- Aye.

Marquez, prepare the
gravity pods for launch.

Hold tight, Dylan.
We're getting you out of there.

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.

The test pods are ready.
When can we start?

We're still waiting for the data
from our long-range drones.

Activating the pods will be
like sending up a flare.

So before we deploy them, we need to make
sure there are no hostiles in the system.

You know, it's been a year.

You'd think I could wait
patiently for another few hours.

Dylan and I, we
shed blood together.

So if we can
retrieve him, I'm for it.

But we can't
afford mistakes.

I know. It's just...

I can't explain it, but...

I feel him out there,

just... just beyond my reach.
It's driving me crazy.

I know the feeling.

If we can reach them,

it's worth everything:
the waiting, the risks...

And if I didn't
believe in taking risks,

I never would have met
Dylan in the first place.

Dr. Riley, I presume?

And you must be
Commander Hunt.

I am flattered by
the attention.

Thank you.

Khalid. You all right?

Yeah...I slipped.

Secure the exit.

Right away.

Five thousand people
on this research station,

and only one stubborn
enough to stay around

in the middle of
a Magog attack.

I can't leave! Not until my
experiment finishes running.

You mean this?

Yes.

Well, now it's finished.
We're leaving.

Admiral Stark warned
me about you.

Really? And what
did she say?

That if I ever met you,

I'd end up either falling in
love with you, or killing you.

Ah. I have that
effect. Stay close.

Strange, isn't it?

How something as
beautiful as a star

could give birth
to such ugliness.

It's not ugly, it's just...

hungry.

It eats everything
that comes near it.

Including your past.

Beka told me
you were troubled.

Are you here to
give me advice, Rev?

It's what I do.

When I was at the
Krishna Mirti Novitiate,

we had a place we
called the Shouting Cliffs.

Whenever the Way
became too difficult,

we would stand at those
cliffs and we would shout

scream out all
our frustrations,

desires, hungers,

all the things that held us
back from our chosen course.

I'm not one for shouting at rocks.

So don't shout.
Speak softly.

Record a message to your fiancйe
and send it into the singularity.

Sometimes it's enough
just to write the letter,

even when you know
no one is going to read it.

Let me guess...Fusion Powered Still.

It's a teleporter.

The, uh, chin-heads built
it, but *I* made it work.

And I'm the Vedran Empress.

No, really! It,
uh, scans you,

destroys you, transmits
you through the projector,

and then rebuilds you
from the particles up.

Hilarity ensues.

I think Mr. Heisenberg would object.

Hey! You've been
doing your homework.

But, uh, no,
it's not a problem.

See, uh, let's say we
got two particles, ok?

We'll call them
Mona and Lisa.

And when they hang out,

eventually, they
get to be like twins.

And no matter how far
apart the twins travel,

what's true for one is
always true for the other.

You got a question about
Mona? Just ask Lisa.

She'll tell you anything
you wanna know.

Quantum entanglement.

Right.

The thing is, Mona and Lisa
lie to you 75% of the time,

so you gotta catch 'em.
But how?

Enter the Perseids.

Their little experiment here with,
uh, Rommie and the black hole

is building us a
cosmic cheat sheet.

The wave function
of the universe.

So, the analysis module
peeks at the cheat-sheet,

figures out the lies and
squeezes out the truth.

In essence, it builds a map.

And then it rebuilds
you, uhhhh...

like a piece of
cheap furniture,

only with better
instructions.

You don't have
to buy now.

Wait for the demonstration.

Careful, Harper. That
is one of Trance's plants.

- I know, I know.
- She loves them, She gives them names.

Trust in the Harper.
The Harper is good.

It goes in here...

...and it comes out there.

I believe she called
that one Walter.

Dear Sarah.

In the past few
hours, I've tried...

I've tried eleven different
ways to say goodbye to you.

And in the process,
I've discovered something:

I can't.

I miss you, Sarah,

and I think of
you every day.

Everything I know
about love,

I learned from you.

And even in my
darkest moments, it's...

well, it's your love that gives
me the strength to continue.

So no matter what

happens, or where I go, a
part of you will be with me.

I love you, Sarah.

I'll always love you.

Dylan?

Uh, Dylan?

We got something
freaky going on here.

I'm afraid to ask.

It's all very exciting.

We seem to be receiving
a signal from the black hole.

That's impossible. Nothing
comes out of a singularity.

You want impossible?
Listen to this.

Dylan, I'm receiving
your message.

What's your status?

Can you hear me?

Dylan, I'm receiving your message.
What's your status? Can you...

Sarah. Harper!

You get that signal back!
You get it back right now!

There's no way that signal
could've come from Andromeda.

She's still frozen in time.

That was Dylan,
and we all know it.

Assuming the signal was genuine
and not some kind of trick or trap.

We have to
reestablish contact.

Spread the signal over
the entire EM spectrum.

Use the communication laser.

Hell, send up smoke
signals if you have to.

It's back.

Marquez, clean up the signal.

Unknown ship,
are you receiving?

This is Captain
Dylan Hunt

of the Commonwealth
Starship Andromeda Ascendant.

Dylan. Dylan,
it's Sarah.

Sarah. My god.

It is you.

I'm on the Starry Wisdom,

just outside the
singularity,

about a quarter light-second
from your position.

What are you
doing here?

We've come to rescue
you, you big ape.

You're a little late for that,
I th- I think. Uh...

We need to talk. In private.

So, you're sending me a message
from 300 years in the future?

I've been told it's not
impossible. It's just

mind-staggeringly unlikely.

Wow.

How did you get here?

What's happened
since I've been gone?

We evacuated the institute

just before Tarn Vedra was
cut off from the slipstream.

Earth's in ruins.

Nietzscheans
are everywhere.

For a while after
you disappeared,

I was lost.

But then I started hearing
the stories about how

your ship was trapped.

You might still be alive.

I spent six months
putting this crew together.

I called in every favor
anyone ever owed us,

and then some,
to make it this far.

You mounted this entire rescue
operation in the middle of a war.

You thought I'd just

lay a wreath at the High
Guard's Wall of the Fallen

and get on
with my life?

I'm getting you out of there,
Dylan, and I'm doing it now.

When the pods activate,

they'll reduce the attraction
between the singularity

and the Andromeda.

Her own momentum will then
nudge her into an escape orbit.

That is crazy.

When we salvaged the
Andromeda, she'd had

300 years to reach a
more favorable orbit.

No. For Sarah's plan
to work, it would take...

...a miracle? Why not?

To call a thing a miracle

is just another way of
saying it's highly improbable.

Miracle, shmiracle. All I know

is if *my* main squeeze
- assuming I ever get one

wanted to save me
from a black hole?

Doomed or not, I
wouldn't stand in her way.

Maybe. But we know Sarah's
plan didn't work. If it did,

we wouldn't be
here right now.

What happened in
the past happened.

Dylan wasn't saved.

His ship was still here 300
years later when we rescued him.

And nothing Sarah's
planning can change that.

All that work, and he's still
not gonna get to first base...

Wait a second.
Maybe he can.

Call me the love god, baby!

Give me an hour, then tell Dylan
to meet me in the hangar deck!

So, Harper, what did
you want to show me?

Watch and be amazed.

Three. Two. One.

Ok. You blew up a cali-melon.

Yeah. That's not
the impressive part.

This is.

I blew up *that*
cali-melon.

You blew up...?

You sent it
into the past.

You better believe it, baby.

And you were there.
Now do I rule, or do I rule?

Time travel?

Yeah. It's not that hard when
you put your, uh, mind to it.

Just destroy one melon with some,
uh, neato Perseid techo-toys.

Season liberally with
some Earth human genius.

Shake it up in your friendly
neighborhood singularity,

and reassemble quark
by quark. Serves one.

You think you can
send me back.

Hey, matter, energy?

It's all just information
in the end.

We've already
sent back a signal.

From there, it's just a
matter of scale. HUGE scale!

You make it sound so simple.

Hey, don't knock
it till you try it.

It's a one way ticket
to love, baby.

Yeah. One-way is right.

That stuff'll stunt
your growth, you know.

And make you jumpy.

Sorry. I, uh, should've warned
you before I came. Mea culpa.

You're forgiven.

I don't know if this is better or
worse than a picture on a vidscreen.

Well, I'll have the real
thing soon enough.

Sarah, you know
this isn't gonna work.

Any reasoning behind that, or are you
just gonna rest on unbridled optimism?

I'm here three hundred
years in your future.

Doesn't that tell you anything?

It tells me that you're alive
on that event horizon.

It tells me that you can be saved,
because you have been saved.

This isn't one of
those silly holo-dramas

where timelines
can be altered at will

and bad things never
happen to good people.

The past is the past.
It can't be changed.

You know as well
as I do that the math

doesn't completely
rule me out.

You might be from an alternate future,

or maybe I can create
a divergent reality

one where
we're together!

You know, Dylan, I don't
care about the physics

and I don't care
about the math.

I just want you back.

All right.
I know that look.

I'm not gonna
argue with you.

But if this
doesn't work...

never mind.

We'll worry about
that when we get to it.

Captain on deck!

As you were.

- Good to see you, sir.
- Welcome back, sir.

You heard him, people. We've got
a lot of work to do. Let's get to it.

I'll let you two
get reacquainted.

How is she?

Surviving. Barely.

I keep telling her all the constant
whirl and worry are killing her,

but she won't hear it.

She doesn't care
about anything but you.

If this plan doesn't work,

I'm counting on you to
take her someplace safe.

I understand the
Than homeworld

comes through the war
more or less in one piece.

I'll take care of it.

Ready when you are, Captain.

Marquez.
All ahead, slow.

Aye.

Deploy the pods.

The pods are in position.

I can't wait to see the look on my
face when you pull me out of there.

Another Dylan. Whatever
would I do with two of you?

Energize the
anti-grav generators.

Have medical on rescue teams

Generators energized.
Teams on standby.

Charge the pods.
And think good thoughts.

She's moving.

Prepare pod salvo
two, on my mark.

Sir, I'm detecting
another ship

coming around the
black hole in a tight orbit.

Identity?

Nietzscheans.
They're firing on us!

Combat mode!

Defensive fire.
EC at the maximum.

It's a stealth fighter,
Drago-Kasov pride.

She's making another run.

We've lost contact
with the pods.

They're slipping back
into the singularity.

What about the Andromeda?

She's settling into a
new orbit. Damn them!

They waited until the worst
possible moment to hit us.

Let's see what they've got.
Ready missiles.

Sarah!

Sarah, look out!

Medical team to
command now!

Fire control is down,
slipstream is off-line,

and we're losing pressure
on decks 5 and 6.

Marquez, deploy
counter-measures

- fore and aft.
- Aye, sir.

You! Administer first aid.

Keep the captain stable
until a medical team arrives.

Twilight, do we still have control
of the pods we haven't launched?

Yes, sir.

Good. Let's bring it.

Marquez, can you target those
pods to the fighter's position?

They're not
designed for warfare.

Their explosive force
would be negligible.

I don't need
them to explode.

Dylan, don't.

We need those pods
to free the Andromeda.

You can't free
her if you're dead.

I'll reconfigure the fields.

Target lock achieved.
Pods away.

Sir, I don't understand.

How can the pods hurt
them if our missiles can't?

We're about to make
our Nietzschean friends...

...very, very small.

Now.

The singularity's got them.

We've lost the pods.

All stations stand down.

We'll try again.

Andromeda's out of position.

It'll be another twelve hours
before we can try again.

- Sarah...

Don't tell me it's not my fault.
Don't say anything at all.

Because you can't
make this all better.

Sir, we're picking up a
slipstream portal event.

A Nietzschean destroyer!

ETA.

Eleven hours. Maybe less.

I was just thinking
about the day we met.

The Nietzscheans
will be here soon.

You know the Starry Wisdom
can't handle another fight.

You battled a swarm of Magog to save
a person you didn't even know: Me.

Would you please listen?

By the time Andromeda's in
position for you to retrieve her,

the Nietzscheans
will be in firing range.

You came after me, even
though it might have killed you.

So what if I were
to come after you.

Sarah, it won't work.

From where I'm standing,
this is ancient history.

You can't change it. What
just happened proved that.

Oh, so because I'm not
already there with you,

I'm doomed to fail?
I'm not convinced!

For all we know, I could show
up on your ship any day now.

And for all we know,
you'll die trying.

It's a black hole, Sarah.

It was a fluke that
I made it through.

I don't want you
taking that risk.

Yeah, well, as far
as you're concerned,

I've been dead
for 300 years.

No. As far as I'm concerned,
you're still very much alive,

and your life can
be a good one.

You don't have
to end it here.

I won't grow
old without you.

I won't become the old woman

who lost her
one true love

and lived out the rest of
her days with a broken heart.

Then don't be
that woman.

Choose to be someone else.

Oh...

I wish I could.

But, see, all I feel is
this hole inside me,

and no matter
what I do,

it just swallows me up.

There might be a way.

It could kill
us both, but...

at least there's a chance.

A good chance?

A chance.

Tyr, I need to talk to you.

Rumor has it that you intend to
use the little professor's machine.

It's suicidal.

I take it you don't approve.

On the contrary.

Genetic propagation is one of the few
endeavors worth the risk of death.

Now, assume
that this kills you.

What will happen to this ship?

Tactful, as always.

Beka takes command.
No question.

But a ship like this one,

manned by a skeleton crew of
cargo-runners and salvagers...

I want you to stay.
I want you to protect them.

And what possible reason
would I have for doing that?

Because they need you.

You say that as
though you actually

believe it means
something to me.

Doesn't it?

Allow me to
introduce myself:

Seamus Zelazney Harper,
SoooOoper Genius!

So, one of them made it.
Out of how many attempts?

Oh, the deck drips with the guts
of the unworthy, but behold:

I have given life
and form to the first

time-traveling fruit in
the history of the universe!

So, uh, what's the plan? We
engrave "Trance" on Dylan's forehead?

Couldn't hurt. In fact,
he might look kind of cute.

Let's see. We send
him back into the past.

He gives Sarah
a signal booster.

I lock onto Sarah without
losing my bead on him,

and I bring
them both back.

On the one hand, it's
no more difficult than, uh,

teleporting a plant
across the room

Which, by the way,
I can now do

with a success rate of
one hundred percent!

And on the other
hand, it's, uh....

Oh, who am I kidding?

I have a fifty percent chance,
at best, of pulling this off.

And if it doesn't work?

Melon guts.

This is not your best idea.

I know the odds: fifty/fifty.
I can live with that.

Can your crew
live with that?

And what about
your mission?

You're the only hope
for bringing the known

known worlds
back from chaos.

This is bigger than you, Dylan.
You have to be objective.

When I touch you,

do you feel me?

Or do you measure the pressure
of my fingers against your skin?

When I speak, do
you hear my voice,

or do you interpret
an acoustic wave?

I can't be objective
about this.

I'm not a machine.

You have to think about
the Commonwealth.

Sarah is my Commonwealth.

I can stop you,
you know.

I can break the connection
with the singularity,

leave orbit,
and cut the cord.

Yes, you can.

But you won't.

This is the signal booster.

Give it to Sarah and I
should be able to snag her...

I mean, bring her back. I hope.

I must say, the prospect
of tearing you apart

particle by particle and
reassembling you on a ship

three hundred years in
the past is quite exhilarating.

We admire your
devotion to science.

We do what
we have to do.

Of course.

You have pulled some
real knee-slappers before,

but this has gotta
be the queen mother.

If you want to talk me out of this,

take a number. The line
starts behind Rommie.

Oh, no, that's ok.

We both know you're
completely impervious to reason.

I just wanted to tell
you that killing yourself,

out of some misdirected need
to play the love-sick schoolboy

is not the kind of thing
that impresses people.

You know it's not
as simple as that.

Right. It isn't.

The truth is,
you feel guilty.

You survived the war,
and Sarah didn't.

Well join the club.

All of us feel guilty
for something, Dylan.

It's called life.

It hurts.
It isn't fair.

That's not a
reason to die.

Let me be clear.

I'm coming back!

Let's do this.

Away we go.

The betting window
is now closed.

Hi.

That was quite
an entrance.

It's, uh, better with
a marching band.

Battle stations.

How's that for perfect timing?

Dylan, we're taking
heavy enemy fire!

I'm well aware
of that, Rommie.

No, I mean I'm
taking fire here.

In the... future.

You've got to be kidding me.

The Drago-Kasov
came out of nowhere.

That Magog thinks
the Nietzscheans

fighting you must have left
attack orders for their descendants.

Now, I don't know, Dylan,

perhaps they detected the
Wisdom's connection to the future,

or learned about it later.
Either way, they're here.

And that's not
the worst of it.

Talk to me.

I can't keep up with it all.

That Perseid experiment is still
consuming most of my systems' resources.

It's like we're
fighting in quicksand.

Then maybe we need
to stop the experiment.

If we do that, you'll
be stuck in the past.

Tyr, you know what
to do. Do it. Out.

We took a direct
hit on Deck 5.

The traitors have
us outgunned.

What about the Andromeda?

Ah, there's no way
we can free her now.

The best we can do is
give her a gentle nudge.

Maybe that's enough.

If you're thinking of cutting him
off and bugging out, I wouldn't.

He's worth more
alive than dead.

To both of us.

Can we get to work, here?

Ready?

We're using the singularity's
gravity to warp the transmission.

It should make it look like the
signal's coming from the Andromeda.

Twilight, begin
transmission.

Yes, sir.

Attention hostile vessel.

This is Captain Dylan Hunt

of the Systems Commonwealth
Starship Andromeda Ascendant.

Withdraw or be destroyed.

Transmission Ended.

The antigrav pods are
energized. On your mark.

Go.

Hope he knows what he's doing.

Come on, Bek. He's only
piloting 3 fighter squads

while we sit here and do nothing.

What could be so
difficult about that?

Ok, let's hit them with a
feint and pray they buy it.

Missiles away.

The Andromeda is moving.

Now we see if
they take the bait.

The Nietzscheans took out
our entire missile barrage.

They're coming right at us!

Well, why wouldn't they?
We're a sitting duck.

Now, so are they.

Welcome to my ambush.

They're buying it.
They're vectoring off.

Maintain battle stations.

Plot a course
out of the system.

Yes, sir.

You got a minute?

Sure. What do ya...?

Hold that thought.

Twilight, can you connect
me to the Andromeda?

Connecting.

- Harper.
- Yo.

Let's do this.

You got it.

I know we've already been
through this, but it's been a while.

A signal booster?

You're taking me with you?

I'm thinking we can skip a
formal wedding. Let's just elope.

Sounds perfect.

Khalid,

- I thank you.
- No thanks necessary.

Harper, now.

It's magic time.

- Harper...
- I got it, I got it. No problem.

What's happening?

I don't know.
There's too much data.

The stupid IS System
won't hold it all.

I can't do it.

You mean we're stuck here?

Just Sarah.

I can pull you back.

I stored most of
your data, but

I can't process the
information from the booster.

I'll lose her, Dylan.

She'll die.

Harper, we've got more
Nietzscheans incoming,

and the Andromeda's having trouble
maintaining connection to the singularity.

If you're gonna bring
Dylan back, it has to be now.

I'm sorry, boss.

Just give me
one minute.

If you don't hear
from me, you leave.

- Dylan, we don't have...
- One minute!

Clear the deck!

Now what

I'm not giving up on this, Dylan.
Not when we've come this far.

Let's try again.
Maybe it'll work.

I won't let you die.

Not for me,
not for anything.

But you won't stay
with me here, will you?

If I go back, I've got a chance
to restore the Commonwealth.

But if I stay,

civilization will still fall.

No matter what I do,

the Dark Ages will
still last for 300years.

You won't make a
difference to anyone but me.

The Commonwealth is more
important than either one of us.

You can't change the
future by living in the past.

Although it certainly would
be nice to have you around.

I wish that were enough.

If it were, you wouldn't be
the man I fell in love with.

You came back for me.

You risked everything.

But I failed.

No. No.

No, you saved me.

You always do.

We had our
time together.

This isn't your
time anymore.

I love you.

Harper,

take me back.

I love you.

Welcome back.

Captain Hunt.

Captain, that
was incredible.

A brilliant advance
for science.

Yes. The Sintii Council will be
very pleased...very, very pleased.

Will you please
leave him alone?

Harper, I need your status!

Tyr, I'm back. Take us out.

The Sintii government
is very pleased with us.

They're going to
sign the charter

the first world to agree to
a restored Commonwealth.

Score one for
the good guys.

Harper wants to throw a party, but
I told him it might be inappropriate,

given the circumstances.

No. No, not at all.

The crew's worked
hard for this moment.

They deserve a little
celebration, don't you think?

Yes.

And I'm glad
you think so, too.

Dylan, about Sarah...

You figured out what
happened to the Starry Wisdom?

No, not yet.
But I do know this:

Sarah may not have been able
to pull us from the black hole,

but whatever she did

changed our orbit enough

for the Eureka Maru to
finish the job 300 years later.

If she hadn't come along...

...we'd still be stuck
inside the event horizon.

She saved you after all.

Isn't that what people
who love each other do?