All language subtitles for Andromeda S03E16 - Point of the Spear

Battle stations.
All hands on deck. This is not a drill.

Andromeda, report.

The Pyrians have placed 24 fusion-powered
atmosphere generators across the planet.

They're spewing CO-2, methane,
and sulfur dioxide

and nothing the colonists have done
have been able to stop them.

In a month, Samsarra will no longer be
able to support oxygen-breathing life.

Perfect for Pyrians,
bad for colonists. All 56,312 of them.

The colonists claim
the Pyrian ships

just dropped the generators
and left without saying a word.

All attempts to communicate
have been rebuffed.

Yeah, well, Pyrians
aren't great conversationalists.

Unless deep-frying your ship
is their version of,

"Hey, how are you?
Let's do lunch."

Target those generators with a full
barrage of ground attack missiles.

We'll show them lunch.

Fire.

The Pyrian atmosphere generators
have been destroyed.

The climatic effects will begin to
reverse themselves in a matter of days.

Well, if that doesn't get them to talk,
nothing will.

Send a courier to High Guard HQ
on Mobius.

Tell them I need a fleet
to blockade Samsarra

And when the Pyrians show up,

we'll tell them just what we've
done to their generators.

Dylan?
I thought you should know.

I'm detecting multiple slipstream events
across the outer solar system.

Our fleet is here,
and they're early.

Well, it's definitely
a fleet but it's not ours.

As near as I can tell,
it's a full Pyrian task force.

They're really early.

And they're headed this way.

So much for the blockade.

It looks like we'll be dealing
with the Pyrians on our own.

The universe is a dangerous place,

but in our future,

my crew and I fight
to make it safe.

I am Dylan Hunt, captain
of the Andromeda Ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

The Pyrian fleet has not yet
responded to our hails.

Their position is 33 light-minutes,
closing at 25 PSL.

That gives us two hours

to convince them
to come to the table.

We attacked their installation
at Samsarra.

It was an unmanned installation,

an illegal
unmanned installation.

Attacking a populated world,
refusing to speak with anyone?

They're trying to provoke us,
see what we'll do.

- It's like a test.
- Exactly.

Maybe the Pyrians want more from Samsarra
than just pyraforming it.

There are plenty of unpopulated planets
that meet their needs.

May we just review
for my benefit?

The Pyrians
completely outmatch us.

They have no incentive
for discussion,

and they're possibly
protecting a secret agenda.

Yet, we are to believe we can
still convince them to talk.

That's interesting.

The Pyrian fleet
is protecting two dropships,

which appear to be carrying
fresh atmosphere generators.

The Pyrians couldn't have known to come
with replacement generators.

It's unlikely that they'd
already be aware

that we've destroyed
their equipment on the planet.

Very unlikely.

Replacements or not, they're going back
to where they came from,

And if we are very lucky,

we can convince the Pyrians
of that without firing a single shot.

And if we're not very lucky?

Well, then, we will sharpen our olive
branch into the point of a spear.

The Andromeda is the last line of defense
for this entire system,

and when it comes
right down to it,

the slipfighters are the last line
of defense for the Andromeda.

Am I making myself clear?

Crystal clear, Captain Valentine.

Do you always speak in stereo
like that?

- Yes.
- No. Sometimes.

Look, guys, we may be heading into battle
with the Pyrians.

We can't afford screw-ups.
Screw-ups equal death,

so I need you to get your butts
down to the hangar deck,

do your jobs, and don't be late.

And for God's sake,

don't salute me.

Never salute.

Boss, don't you think you're being
kind of hard on the eager beavers?

- Hey.
- No.

Maybe you should take it easy
on the spit and polish a little bit.

I mean, come on.
When we first got here,

It's not exactly like we were
standard military issue.

- I mean, let's get serious. We still aren't.
- Spit and polish?

Even back in the old day,

what do you think I would have done
to your scrawny butt

if it wasn't where I needed it
when I needed it?

You would have kicked it
all over the local cluster.

Exactly, because my crew is my family.

I'll be damned if I lose even one
of them to screw-ups.

Especially when people
are trying to kill us.

I get tired of that.

The Pyrians are pelting us
with AG mass packets.

They're slowing us down.

All the better for their torchships
to come in close

and roast us with plasma.

You know,
this is getting very annoying.

What happened to the good old days
when ships just sat around

and fired broadsides
at each other?

Steam engine was invented?

ECM to maximum.

Offensive missiles, tubes one through 40.
One shot per tube.

Let's show the Pyrians
we're taking this personally.

- Evasive maneuvers?
- Oh, Beka, you know me so well.

Plot a course back to Samsarra's
largest moon. We'll use it for cover

while we harass
the Pyrian fleet.

Captain, we are receiving a message
from the Pyrians.

On screen.

Now, that is not a Pyrian.

Whatever happened to those bulbous,
tentacled things

floating in hot gas
we were so fond of?

She may be a projection of some sort
to make us more responsive.

Maybe, but we've dealt with Pyrians
before, so why start now?

Attention, Andromeda Ascendant.

The hostilities you have initiated
against this fleet

can lead to nothing
but your destruction.

We urge you to withdraw
from Samsarra

before that event
becomes unavoidable.

We will not be deterred.

I'm attempting to keep the channel open,

but the Pyrians
are not responding.

Did you hear that?
"We will not be deterred."

Did you hear that voice?

Oh, did you see those lips?

I'm thinking we offer up
the Harper as her hostage

and I'll make this whole ugly situation
go away single handedly.

Make that double handedly.

Don't you have something to fix?

I do now.

- More AG packets. We're losing speed.
- Divert power to compensate.

Engineering,
initialize backup reactors.

Dylan?

I feel wrong.

I feel sick.

Dismissed.

Shouldn't you be headed
to med deck?

Everything I need
is on the Maru.

Would you tell me your symptoms?

Dizziness.

Confusion.

- Nausea.
- Nausea?

Trance,
you don't have a stomach.

In fact, I don't believe
I've ever seen you consume

more than an alcoholic beverage.

I'm jittery. I feel cold
and prickly all over.

I can't think straight.

Is there anything else?

You can't force me
to tell you anything.

I don't think it would be wise
for you to try now.

I'm quite sure you're right.

However,

I will try,

should it ever come to that.

Are we understood?

I'd like to go to my room now,
be with my plants.

Are the Pyrians ignoring us?

It appears they don't
consider us a threat.

The Pyrian fleet will be in range
of Samsarra in less than 20 minutes.

Once they establish position
around the planet,

they won't leave it undefended.
they'll be dug in.

Then we can kiss Samsarra goodbye.

Yeah, well,
that's not going to happen.

Scramble the slipfighters
to blockade the planet.

Let's see if we can
slow things down a little.

Okay, people,
standard distribution, weapons free.

This is just like the drill,
only with real explosions.

And guys,

anyone who lets a Pyrian
within one light-second of Samsarra

buys the first round
when this is all over.

You can make mine a Sparky cola.

Roger that, captain.

The fighters have taken position and the
Pyrians are redeploying to compensate.

Launch combat drones. Disperse them
around the fleet perimeter.

There was a time when people were
impressed that I had enough firepower

to decimate a planet in under ten minutes.
I miss that.

Me too.

A detachment of torchships is closing
to engagement range with the fighters.

Beka, you've got company.

Okay, everybody
stay in formation.

We're on it, captain.

So the Pyrians
like to play chicken.

Too bad. I don't.

Ladies and gentlemen, this
is your wing commander speaking.

The Pyrians don't seem
to get the message.

Let's explain it to them.

Here we go, folks.

Fighters have engaged the torchships,

and our combat drones have encircled
the rest of the enemy armada.

Target their flank,
randomized firing solutions.

Missile tubes one through 40.
Clear the magazines.

Fire.

Sensor drones report
minimal combat effectiveness.

The Pyrians aren't slowing down.

Dylan, the Pyrians have
just launched a barrage

of neutron ground-attack
missiles at Samsarra.

Neutron warheads
only attack living things.

Like an infestation
of colonists.

Shoot those warheads down.

Raise the colonial government
on comms.

What do you want me
to tell them?

Tell them to pack their things and get the
hell off the planet. We can't protect them

and fight the Pyrians
at the same time.

We have to evacuate Samsarra.

The colonial government reports
evacuation is 37% complete.

Of that, 4% of the transports
have reached slipstream range.

Estimated time
to mission completion?

Three hours.

We can't maintain this engagement
for three more hours.

We don't have a choice.

More AG mass packets. Dylan,
I don't have enough power to compensate.

We are returning fire.

I need some help.
Watch your six.

Bogies six o'clock, nine.

These guys are everywhere.

Receiving heavy fire, all directions.

I've got your back, Gold Two.

I need a little help here.

Bowlus, break.
Two o'clock. Two o'clock!

Bowlus, are you there?
Bowlus, do you read?

Wing commander,
this is Gold Two.

My wingman is hit bad.

His comms are out.
Our position is overrun.

Requesting permission
to fall back to the Andromeda, ma'am.

Keep it together, Gold Two.
You need to stick with your wingman.

Watch his six.
Keep trying to get him on the horn.

And listen,
that goes for all of you.

We fight together,
we win together.

When we go home,
it'll be together...

or not at all.

Let's move in on the target.
Get in and get out.

Roger that, captain.

Good news, boss. My band of merry monkeys
have scrubbed the hull clean.

Woo-hoo-hoo!
No more AG mass packets.

Plus, we shampooed the decks,
buffed the mirrors,

and threw in some air freshener
at no extra charge.

A pair of torchships have moved away
from the main fleet

and are moving to engage us.

Well, even crippled, I would
much prefer to assume the offensive

than instruct the crew to make peace
with their various and sundry deities.

We are in no position to mount
an attack on those torchships.

If we try, the probability
of our destruction is 93%.

Damn it! Recall those fighters.
I need them back here.

- And the Pyrians?
- Let those bastards come.

Gold Two, we're falling back.
Do you copy?

Gold Two, four o'clock.
Look out!

Gold Two, Gold Two,
do you hear me?

Bogey on your tail, Gold Two.
Incoming! Incoming! I repeat.

Gold Two. Gold Two, come in.
Talk to me.

Wingman didn't get the message.

I'm trying to...
Can't hold it!

They got Gold Two.

Frymire, no!

- We need to fall back.
- Focus, people.

Maintain comms discipline.

We're going home.

Gold Two, I'm sorry.

The evacuation of Samsarra
is 83% complete.

Torchships are closing.

All surviving fighters
have returned to base.

All right.

Let's do this.

Prep every single missile tube
we've got. Full salvo.

Prepare to fire on my mark.

Three. Two...

- Dylan.
- What?

I'm detecting
multiple slipstream events.

- Oh, don't tell me. More Pyrians?
- No.

The cavalry.
A High Guard battle group,

along with warships from
the Commonwealth member worlds.

Ah, what do you know?
Some good news for a change.

All right, people.
Let's finish this evacuation.

I hate to spoil the moment, but I've got
news from the colonial governor.

- Now what?
- What did I miss?

One of the transports
has experienced

a series of mechanical disasters
on the launch pad.

It can't leave, and the passengers
can't be transferred.

It's a medical ship.
The passengers are patients.

I'll go. Andromeda, tell the flight deck
to prep the Maru for launch.

Beka, not a good idea.

That transport can't leave on its own,
and the Maru's a salvage ship.

- The math's pretty simple.
- No. No, no.

Here's the math.

You've been flying under battle conditions
for the past four hours.

You're tired,
and unless I miss my guess,

we need you rested
for the next fighter sortie, yes?

So, what?

I'll take the Maru to Samsarra.

I'll be needing you in the cockpit.
Right now.

Order the fleet
to engage the Pyrians.

Distance to the transport ship?

Distance...

Hey!

Wake up and focus!

Do your job, or leave!

Sorry.

We're in Bucky cable range.

Deploy Bucky cables.

Bucky cables deployed.

We've got them.
The transport is secure.

All right.

Tell that pilot to make sure his patients
are strapped in, because we're leaving,

very, very fast.

AG mass packets slowing us down.

Cook the engines to 125%
to compensate.

If this keeps up, we'll never make it
back to the Andromeda.

Is that transport slip-capable?

- Yes.
- All right.

They don't need us
to slow them down.

I'm going to point us in the direction
of the nearest obvious slip-point.

As soon as we're up to speed,
I want you to cut the Bucky cables.

Inertia will carry them on.

Inertia, right. Good plan.

Give me 150% on those engines.

150, aye,

but we can't burn any hotter
than that. We'll fly apart.

Cut the cables.

The transport is
safely on its way.

Good.

Trance?

Whatever your problem is, you've already
succeeded in making it mine as well,

and I don't appreciate it at all.

Get a grip.

- We have them on the run.
- Better than that.

We've corralled them. They can't get
out of here unless they come through us.

Andromeda, send a message
to the fleet.

Tell them we've got
one more job to do.

We are going to drive the Pyrians
from Samsarra, forever.

Welcome back, Tyr.

What merits your sudden
interest in my return?

Our courier returned
with a package for you.

I assume you scanned that?

It's not a bomb,
if that's what you're asking.

They're seeds, specifically
from the Dragonia Vine.

The Dragonia Vine.

Drago Musevini's first feat
of genetic engineering.

Yes. Lush, colorful flowers
with an intoxicating scent.

And anything that came close
enough to appreciate that

was strangled to death
by the vine. Charming.

Yes...

But, you see, the Dragonia Vine
wasn't just a plant.

It was the physical representation
of a philosophy

that the universe
is a beautiful place,

full of wonders...

and it wants to kill you.

Ironic, considering the Dragonia Vine
is supposed to be extinct,

wiped out when Fountainhead
was destroyed.

Ironic, yes.

What I want to know, Tyr, is who is
sending you Dragonia Vines and why.

Hey, Trance. Just thought
I'd check on you.

Trance?

Hi. I'm sorry.

I'm fine.

You don't seem fine.

Neither do you.

You're right. I'm not fine.

It's that new crew?

The new situation?

Yeah, that.

Suddenly, I find myself out there
playing fighter jock

while Tyr flies my ship on a
death-defying rescue mission.

I mean, this is not
how it's supposed to be, is it?

This is not who I am.

It is now.

Maybe.

I understand that you don't really know
who you are anymore,

or that you're even cut out
to be the person you've become,

but Beka, believe me,
you're not alone,

and before you know it,

the universe is going to start
to make sense again.

I can promise you that much.

Thanks, Trance.

For what?

This is Captain Dylan Hunt,

Commodore
of the High Guard fleet.

You have 20 minutes to completely
withdraw from Samsarra

or I will remove you myself.

Hunt out.

Am I the only one who feels
it's weird that the Pyrians

left themselves with no way out?

Right now, the Pyrians
are up against the wall.

If we give them any more time,
we lose our advantage.

True, but they were playing
their hand awfully well

up until the end there.

Yes, they were, but the ultimatum
has been offered.

It's their move.

And your plan if and when
they don't respond?

This is our objective.

Two Pyrian dropships carrying atmosphere
generators. We destroy them,

the Pyrians go home.

Phase one,

the fighter wing will engage the
torchships, drawing them off,

and keep them at least one light-minute
away from the main action.

The torchships are effectively
knocked out of the battle.

Sounds like fun.

Phase two,

warships from the member worlds

will engage the cruiser escorts,

forcing them to reduce their coverage
on the dropships.

Leaving the dropships exposed.

Correct, which brings us
to phase three.

Andromeda, play back
the simulation, please.

The main element of our fleet will launch
a massive attack on the dropships.

Dropships gone.

We switch fire to the remaining
cruiser escorts.

Our fighter wing falls back,
leaving the torchships,

which are now vulnerable
to a long-range missile attack.

At which point, we should be able
to force a surrender.

Oh, at that point, we win.

Captain Valentine.

Scramble your fighters.

Okay, folks, here we go. One more time.

Stay steady and ready for fun.
It's about to get very hot and busy.

Stay alert and hold formation.

Fighters have drawn torchships
to one light-minute. They're out.

The commander of the
Commonwealth detachment

reports he has engaged the cruisers.

The dropships are undefended.

Signal the battle group
to initiate phase three.

All ships report ready.

Set an intercept course
for those dropships. All ahead, full.

- Are you both listening for it?
- Listening for what?

The other shoe to drop.

Offensive missiles, all tubes.

Simultaneous time on target. Fire.

Five seconds to intercept.

- Three seconds.
- Ready salvo two.

Targets destroyed.

Prepare to shift fire to cruisers.

Several Pyrian torchships have engaged
the Commonwealth detachment.

I thought the fighters
drew them off.

They did.
These are new torchships.

Ping the fleet.
I want a status report.

The detachment's command ship
has been destroyed.

Other ships report that
they are taking heavy fire.

Damn it.

Keep firing.

Tell the detachment to pull back
and consolidate on us.

I don't understand. There were no
slipstream events.

The sensor sweep was all clear.

Yes, but I've traced the Pyrian
reinforcements trajectory

back to their point of origin.

They came from
the far side of the star.

Damn.

I walked right into that one.

It doesn't make any sense.

This can't be an ambush.

The Pyrians would have had to know that
we were going to come to Samsarra,

destroy their atmosphere generators,
evacuate the colony,

and then go after their dropships.
No one is that good.

Then that makes two large
coincidences in one day.

We're receiving another message
from the Pyrians.

I can't get a fix on the source.

On screen.

Captain Hunt,
while we admire your audacity,

tactical half-measures
will not deny us our objective.

We strongly encourage you to rethink
your approach to the current crisis.

Failure to do so
will be catastrophic.

Well, that's the friendliest hostile
communique I've ever received.

But no less clear for its tone.

It is what it is.

We'll withdraw to the outer solar system
and assess our situation,

but for now,

the Pyrians have taken Samsarra.

We got our asses
handed to us out there.

The Pyrian reinforcements must have
arrived after we swept the system,

before we could do anything.

I've got a ship, a fleet, a planet

counting on me to be ready
for curveballs like this.

Right.

So you think you're expected
to be omniscient

and above the laws
of space and time?

Are you implying that I'm not?

- You know what bothers me?
- What?

How did the Pyrians react
so quickly?

It's like they're three moves
ahead of us at every turn.

Hmm. It's like someone handed them our
playbook before the game even got started.

There. Do you hear it?

I hear a great many things.
Be specific.

Listen again, in the ultrasonic range,
above all the comm chatter.

I don't recognize
that comm protocol.

Neither do I,
which is strange enough,

but what is stranger still
is that that signal

is being sent
from inside the Andromeda.

Where inside the Andromeda?

I don't know. Whoever sent it
covered their tracks well,

and it's being broadcast
omnidirectionally,

so it's impossible to determine

who it's being sent to, or why.

An unauthorized transmission
under battle conditions?

The "why" is immaterial.

I have a few thoughts
concerning the "who".

Dylan, I'm detecting High Guard
courier vessel entering the system.

It's hailing us.

I'll take it here.

It's Admiral Hamsa
from the Perseid fleet.

Our long-range scouts have detected
Pyrian battle fleets

assembling
across the three galaxies,

so it appears Samsarra
is merely the opening salvo

with a full-fledged
Pyrian campaign

against thousands
of oxygen-breathing worlds.

Most of the threatened planets
are non-aligned or hostile to us,

but several are Commonwealth
members and allies.

We deployed the Wrath of Achilles
and the Twelve Centuries

with task forces
to defend Enkindu

and the Jaguar homeworld Venceremos

We also sent ambassadors
to try to negotiate

with the Than, the Kalderans,
even the Drago-Kazov,

but it doesn't look good.

It looks like war.

A war we can't win.

They picked Samsarra
for a reason.

If we stop them here,
maybe we stop them everywhere.

Andromeda,

get in touch with your AI
counterparts in the fleet.

We need to come up with a plan
to hold off the Pyrians.

Aye, captain.

Feeling better?

Actually, no.

I'm feeling much worse.

Is your ill health somehow connected
to the signals you've been sending

to the Pyrians?

I wasn't talking to the Pyrians.

Who have you been talking to?

The signals you intercepted
were messages home.

I was trying to reach my family.

And you failed?

No.

Worse.

I succeeded.

What they told me was not good.

It's not good at all.

- Rommie.
- Dylan.

I've just been in contact
with Vice-Admiral Kosugi,

the commander of the Sabra-Jaguar
detachment.

- Yeah?
- He got the same report we did

about the Pyrian movements
throughout the known worlds,

but he's withdrawing his ships
to defend Venceremos.

And what exactly
is he defending against?

Oh, Nietzscheans.

You know, surprise, surprise.
Running away.

All right, get this Admiral Kosugi
on a comm line for me.

I already told him that you wouldn't
approve. Then he quoted me

some obscure paragraph
of the mutual defense pact.

All right, you know, just get him anyway,

and I'll tell him where he can put
his mutual defense pact.

Report.

The Pyrians are firing low-velocity
standoff weapons at us and the fleet.

Not enough to really hurt us.

They're probing our defenses,
looking for weak spots.

The AIs have been running simulations
nonstop and none of them are good.

All scenarios in which we defeat the
Pyrians cost us the entire battle group

including the Andromeda,

and even still, that's no guarantee that
Samsarra will stay out of Pyrian control.

Dylan, if we roll over here,

the Pyrians will see the Commonwealth
as an easy mark.

Yeah, I hear you, Beka,
but you heard Rommie.

If we stay, we kiss this ship
and this fleet goodbye.

Without these ships, we'll be unable
to turn back the larger Pyrian offensive.

Rommie, signal the fleet. Tell them
to proceed to the nearest slip-point.

We'll regroup in Sinti orbit
and plan from there.

You might want
to reconsider that order.

There's something
you want to tell me, Tyr?

No. She does.

All right, Trance,
what is it this time?

You have to stop
the Pyrians here.

I do not know how
you're going to do it,

but you do not have a choice.

Even if it means the death of every
crew member in this battle fleet?

They want Samsarra.
Dylan, you cannot let them have it.

That's not good enough, Trance.

You know who's backing the Pyrians.
You've been talking to them.

No.

One of my people
is in this system,

watching us, helping them.

That woman.

She's been keeping the Pyrians
ahead of the game.

Yes.

Dylan, there is a war coming,

one that is going to make
this battle look like child's play.

The Magog World Ship.

My people have come to
the conclusion

that the Commonwealth
cannot stop the Magog,

but they feel
that the Pyrians can.

You've got to be kidding me.

Damn it, Trance,

We aren't just pieces
in your private game of Go.

Now, you level with me
or quit wasting my time.

Dylan, my people live in a universe

where there are no easy roads
to the perfect possible future,

a future that is getting
harder to see all the time.

We all live in the same universe, Trance.

It's just that your people are cold,
calculating sons of bitches.

Okay, people, listen up.
New plan.

We will not abandon this system
to the Pyrians.

Tell them to hold their position,
await my instructions.

So...

we fight the Pyrians
to the death

and add another glorious defeat
to the High Guard honor roll?

Tyr, sometimes,
winning just means

preventing the other guy
from achieving his objective.

Beka, prep your fighter wing
for launch.

If we're going to have
any kind of shot at this,

I need you to punch a gap
in the Pyrian line.

You're assigning me a hopeless action
against overwhelming odds?

Yes, I am.

I'm all over it.

All right, people,
I need you to be sharp out there.

Last time around, we lost
a good pilot and a good friend.

Now, it's time
to make the bastards pay.

This one's for Frymire.

The fighters have created a gap
in the Pyrian lines.

If we get underway now, we should
be able to reach our objective

before the Pyrians can move
back into position and stop us.

Signal the fleet.

Let's bring it.

We're through.
The fleet has taken minimal damage.

Position to Samsarra,
one light-minute and closing.

All ships report
full weapons load-outs,

Missile tubes and AP guns ready.
We are locked on target.

Outstanding.

Open a channel.

Attention, Pyrian fleet.

This is your last chance
to resolve this matter peacefully.

You started this conflict,
but rest assured, we will end it.

We expect an immediate response.

They're not going to answer.
They still don't believe you.

Yeah, I know.

All right, let's give them something
to believe in.

They want this planet?

They can have it.

Tyr, send a message to the fleet.

Fire.

They make a desert,
and they call it peace.

Status on the Pyrians?

Holding their position.
It's as if they're waiting for something

or someone.

We're receiving a coded message
from the Pyrians.

On screen.

Captain Hunt,
as per the terms of the treaty

with the first
Systems Commonwealth,

we wish to open negotiations
over the status of all disputed worlds.

We await your reply.

Who'd have thought
that blowing up one planet

would bring the big, bad Pyrians
to the bargaining table?

We sent them a message.

We'd rather die on our feet
than live on our knees.

Now the Pyrians know
that we are not going to back down

from anybody.

And I do mean anybody.

Ah. There you are.

I wanted to talk to you.

New guy.

Oh, uh, at ease.

This isn't a parade.

You, um, you did
an outstanding job today.

I just wanted to let you know
that I put the entire wing in

for the Order of the Commonwealth.

Thank you, ma'am.

Please.

It's Beka. Beka's fine.

Thank you, Captain Valentine.

Good enough.

Is there anything else
the first officer needs to know?

Yeah.

What's your name?

Bowlus. Lieutenant,
junior grade.

Well...

carry on, then,
Lieutenant Bowlus.

Keep up the good work.

Ma'am?

Mm?

Does it ever get any easier?

Losing people, I mean.

Friends.

God, Bowlus.

I hope not.

I don't recognize that one.

That's a climbing fern
from Samsarra.

Possibly the last one left.

Samsarra.

We sacrificed
an entire world today,

but we saved thousands
in the process.

You're going to be doing
a lot of that in the future.

You know, you're really not
as cryptic as you think you are.

I'll take that as a compliment.

What we're doing here,

it's bigger than rebuilding
the Commonwealth.

It's bigger than the Pyrians,
it's bigger than the Magog.

It's about us against the Abyss.

Yes.

Dylan, I believe in you.

I believe that
you can help us win,

against the Pyrians
and in the war to come.

Tell me that in that fight,
you won't run away,

hiding behind your
riddles and evasions.

If you're with me,
you fight with me.

Dylan, we're on the same team.

We always have been. I need you
more than you need me.

I trust you.

It's the other way around, Trance.

I need to know I can trust you.

If you don't trust me,
then you can send me away.

Send you away.

It's all about the fight,

The light against the dark,
good against evil.

Some people hide from it.

Some run away.

Some live with it in fear.

Some find solace in knowing
they've done everything they can.

Some stay and fight.

I fight to win.