You ask why we give our Ships'
Computers normal emotions?
Do you really want a Warship
Incapable of Loyalty?
Or of Love?
The Unshattered Allegiance,
High Guard Frigate
Artificial Intelligence Rights Activist,
is leaving a space station.)
HARPER + TRANCE: (sing) From a billion sovereign planets, Scattered
through the endless night. Bound by blood and High Guard honour, Hold
the line until the light. Hold the line against the night!
BEKA: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hooray. So we got a backwater drift to sign the
HARPER: Hey, hey, hey. Shehezerade
HARPER: All right. It's no backwater drift, okay? It is party central!
TRANCE: And they even have a Guild devoted entirely to the art of
HUNT: Trance, that's Iridano sign language, and I think you just made a
rather naughty suggestion to Harper.
TRANCE: Oh, well, fair's fair. Harper made a rather naughty suggestion
to nearly half the women there at the reception. Without success, I
HARPER: Rub it in, why don't you.
BEKA: Well, some of us don't seem to have a problem in that area.
ANDROMEDA [on screen]: Dylan, Beka, I need you in Command.
HUNT: On our way.
HARPER: No. Not the brunette. It was the brunette, wasn't it?
HUNT: We shared some Alorian wine and a pleasant conversation.
HARPER: I give up. You're like a freaking magician, you know that?
What have you got, Rommie?
ROMMIE: I just picked this up on long range sensors. It's the Ekatrina,
passenger ship inbound for
Scheherazade, and it's under attack by Restorian terrorists.
HUNT: Restors. Move to intercept. Battle stations!
BEKA: Coming about. Time you picked on someone ten times your own size.
HUNT: Attention, Restorian Fighter. This is Captain Dylan Hunt of the
Andromeda Ascendant. Cease your hostilities immediately or I will open
(The Restor ship fires at the Ekatrina.)
BEKA: They must be hard of hearing.
HUNT: Fine. Andromeda, target their weapons. Fire.
ROMMIE: Missiles launched. Got him.
BEKA: They're vectoring away.
HUNT: Good. Rommie, keep your guard up. Beka?
BEKA: They're coming back around, Dylan.
ROMMIE: They're heading straight for the Ekatrina.
(The Restor ship rams the Ekatrina. KaBOOM!)
ROMMIE: Five hundred and thirty six passengers, all dead.
HUNT: Stand down. It was bad enough when the Restors were attacking us.
Now they're attacking unarmed ships. It's time for this to end.
TYR: It's nearly impossible to defend against an assassin who's willing
to die for his cause.
HUNT: Agreed. There's only one way to deal with terrorists. Locate
their base of operations and destroy them.
TYR: I love that answer, Captain Hunt.
ROMMIE: Dylan, I'm detecting an escape pod.
HUNT: After an explosion like that? Have Trance report to Hangar deck
three. Prep Medical for survivors.
is helping a dazed man to walk.)
TRANCE: This is Trance. We've got one survivor. I'm going to take him
GABRIEL: Gabriel. My name is Gabriel.
TRANCE: If you'll come with me, I'll take you to Medical and we can run
GABRIEL: I don't need a doctor. I need a mechanic. I am an android.
scans Gabriel's head.)
HARPER: Wow! You got logic chips coming up the quintaflop. What are
you, some kind of robot brain scientist rocket surgeon thing?
GABRIEL: No. I was a teacher. My whole department was on the Ekatrina,
running from one more wave of book burnings.
HARPER: Look, I just fix stuff, ok? This whole empathy thing it's, er,
not exactly my strong point, all right?
ROMMIE: Harper? I'll take it from here.
HARPER: All right. Actually, I was just starting to get the hang of
this whole bedside manner thing.
HARPER: Okay, all right. I know when I'm not wanted. I usually don't
listen, but, er, I know.
ROMMIE: Sorry about him.
GABRIEL: Oh, don't be. He's an excellent mechanic.
ROMMIE: Oh, er, I have to debrief you. Dylan, our Captain, was hoping
you might have some useful information about the attack.
GABRIEL: Well, I've never been accused of having useful information
before. I taught ancient literature. Hebrew, Middle English, Persh. I'm
glad you're here. I think what I need more than anything right now is
someone to talk to.
ROMMIE: Oh, you do understand that I'm not actually a person. I'm the
GABRIEL: A real ship's avatar? It's amazing. I've read about them, but
no one's made one for hundreds of years. Well, whatever possessed the
ship to make you, I'm very glad she did. You are very beautiful, and, I
think, very kind. Please, come. Sit with me. And tell me there's an
afterlife for androids, and all good cyborgs go to heaven.
Did you know my head is worth a thousand throne bounty on Bathsheba?
BEKA: That much, huh?
ROMMIE: In the Commonwealth, artificial intelligences had all the
rights and privileges
of any other citizen. I was an equal.
BEKA: Yeah, well, that was then, this is now. Some places, they worship
androids, and some places, they melt them down.
ROMMIE: Gabriel prefers synthetic life form.
BEKA: Gabriel prefers? Yeah, I think I get it. Rommie has a crush on
the new guy.
ROMMIE: It's not like that. Gabriel is a unique opportunity. The first
chance I've had to interface with one of my own
BEKA: Interface? Hmm. I've never heard it put quite that way before.
HARPER [OC]: Er, all hands report to Command.
HUNT [OC]: On my way.
What now, boy?
HARPER: Three ships just exited slipstream. Old Banshee class fighters
armed with high velocity ship to ship missiles. Move along, guys.
Nothing to see here.
TYR: We could annihilate them. However, our Commander would no doubt
prefer to avoid a fire fight.
HARPER: Oh. Looks like the feeling's mutual. Incoming transmission.
(A woman with tattoos down the right side of her face comes on the
SHURA [on viewscreen]: Andromeda Ascendant, this is FTA Enforcement
Wing One Five Niner.
HARPER: My future ex-wife.
SHURA: Heard you were tangling with Restors. Want some help?
and two warriors meet Tyr and Hunt.)
SHURA: Underscore wow exclamation point. The famous Dylan Hunt.
HUNT: Pleased to meet you, Captain.
SHURA: Shura Ikusa. Admiral Ikusa. Representing the Free Trade
TYR: Please. They're freebooters. The FTA pays you to guard their
ships. The terrorists pay you to blow them up. Admiral.
SHURA: Yeah, great hair, Friedrich, but you don't know what you're
talking about. Pogue and
me have been hunting the Restors since we were grubs. Trust me. We hate
them even more than you do.
HUNT: How did you know we were looking for them?
SHURA: Beka Valentine's brother, the FTA spy. But, as a sign of our
(Shura throws a computer pad to Hunt.)
SHURA: Say konichiwa to the Balance of Judgement.
HUNT: An ID file on the Restorian's flagship.
data is on the viewscreen.)
BEKA: It's a Commonwealth ship.
SHURA: What, you think this is the only High Guard relic still tooling
around out there? Over Naturo Three they got a Shimmering Diamond Class
troop transport rebuilt as a casino.
ROMMIE: This is no retrofit. It's a fully armed Siege Perilous class
BEKA: Siege Perilous. Sounds friendly.
HUNT: They weren't really going for friendly.
HUNT: Ships like this were built for one thing and one thing only.
ROMMIE: Standard equipment, one hundred and eighty ELS missile tubes,
twenty four PDL turrets, four AP Cannons, thirty two Janus attack
drones, six radiating countermeasure generators.
HUNT: In other words, it's a starship killer.
SHURA: I knew you'd like that.
BEKA: So now what, do we negotiate with them? Ask them to join our
ROMMIE: As long as they have this kind of firepower, they're never
going to stop.
HUNT: Yes, they are. Because we're going after it.
is reading a book.)
ROMMIE: Wouldn't it be easier to just access my database? The library
isn't password protected.
GABRIEL: And out of old bookes in good faith cometh all this new
science that men leer.
ROMMIE: Chaucer. I'm strictly a binary person myself.
GABRIEL: Well, you really should try it sometime. There is something
about absorbing the words one by one, the way they were written. But
you have more important things to do than listen to me wax poetic.
ROMMIE: Oh, I wasn't doing anything special.
GABRIEL: Nothing special? You're flying the ship, tracking the
Restorians, operating life support, programming trajectories, a
thousand and one jobs all at the same time. You are remarkable.
ROMMIE: You might just as well complement Dylan for blinking or
breathing. I just do what I do, automatically.
GABRIEL: All I do is read. I am one big storage and retrieval unit.
ROMMIE: Gabriel, I came here because I wanted to say goodbye. We're a
few hours away from docking at Rorschach drift, and I checked.
Synthetics aren't well liked, but they are tolerated. And it's safer
than staying here.
GABRIEL: You're going into combat, and you are worried about my safety.
ROMMIE: It's part of my programming.
GABRIEL: No. No, it is part of your personality. You are a person, you
know, despite the circuitry. Quite an amazing person.
ROMMIE: I'm a warship with a mission to complete.
GABRIEL: Let me help. I have information. I have stored every military
memoir ever written. First General Isk, Sun Tsu, the Lancers of
Tarn-Vedra. And I was there. I saw the attack. Don't send me away,
ROMMIE: I'll talk to the Captain.
don't think we can trust him.
ROMMIE: Well, I don't think we can trust Shura. She's a mercenary. Her
loyalty is for sale to the highest bidder.
HUNT: For Shura, there's no upside to allying with the Restors. They
want her dead.
ROMMIE: So, you'd rather trust in selfishness than love.
ROMMIE: Gabriel's love, for his lost friends. And his admiration for
what we're trying to do.
HUNT: Rommie, you care for him.
ROMMIE: Is that so hard to believe? I was designed with a full range of
sentient emotions. I feel loyalty, joy, sorrow. Why not love?
HUNT: Andromeda, we are about to go into battle. I cannot have you
distracted by anything.
ROMMIE: I won't be. I can partition off any distracting emotions and
dedicate them solely to this body. Dylan, please. Don't tell me to send
him away. I've never felt quite like this before, and I don't want it
HUNT: I can see that.
ROMMIE: He'll be my responsibility.
HUNT: Yes, he will.
three-way conference with herself, at a junction.)
ANDROMEDA [on screen]: Dylan is right. I don't have time for this.
HOLO-ROMMIE: I knew this humanoid body of Harper's would cause trouble.
ROMMIE: It's not Harper's body, it's mine.
HOLO-ROMMIE: You mean mine, don't you?
ROMMIE: No, I don't. I'm a person. Despite the circuitry. My own
HOLO-ROMMIE: Now it's quoting him.
ANDROMEDA [on monitor]: This is not in my performance specs. I'm
supposed to be a warship, not a lovesick schoolgirl.
HOLO- ROMMIE: The geometry is depressingly familiar.
ANDROMEDA [on monitor]: A triangle. The unattainable Captain on one
side, the charismatic newcomer on the other.
ROMMIE: Stop talking about me as if I'm not here. Both of you.
ANDROMEDA [on monitor]: This is confusing.
HOLO- ROMMIE: Well, I for one don't want to have anything to do with
Are you all right? Is there anything we can do? Harper might be able to
purge those memories.
GABRIEL: I am afraid I'm not Harper's favourite person right now. He
seems to have a, er, proprietary interest in you.
ROMMIE: Oh, that's probably because he made me. My humanoid body, that
GABRIEL: Well, please tell your Pygmalion he has my gratitude and my
admiration. But I don't think even he could wire in an off switch for
grief. It's funny. There are those that say that AI's feel no sorrow,
no pain. Sometimes I wish they were right. I still see their faces.
ROMMIE: There was a time when this corridor would have been full of
people. My crew, my family. All gone. But life goes on. Even artificial
GABRIEL: Well, that's easy for you to say. You are a warship.
ROMMIE: Oh, if that's how you feel.
GABRIEL: No, no, I'm sorry. That, that didn't come out the way I meant
it. I think you are remarkable.
(Gabriel kisses Rommie.)
GABRIEL: I'm sorry. I, I shouldn't have done that.
ROMMIE: No. I liked it. Er, I should go check in with Dylan.
(Rommie walks away.)
GABRIEL: Andromeda. When I said you were remarkable, that was an
opens a wall panel and clips a gizmo onto a fibre optic wire.)
GABRIEL: Andromeda? Andromeda, can you hear me?
GABRIEL: Archangel to Judgement. Repeat, this is Archangel to the
Balance of Judgement. Systems access programme initiated. Estimated
time to execution, sixteen hours thirty minutes. Archangel out.
(He removes the gizmo and closes the panel.)
TYR: If the Balance of Judgement is here, it's keeping out of sensor
HARPER: Yeah. Or our sensors aren't paying attention.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: What do you mean, not paying
HARPER: Oh, gee, I don't know. Maybe that we're facing the second
baddest ship in the known universe, and our AI's making moony eyes at
Mister Tall, Spark, and Handsome.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Why shouldn't I? She.
HARPER: Ah ha! See? Huh? Huh? To quote the ancient masters, pronoun
trouble. You're distracted. Don't deny it.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: I am perfectly capable of handling sensor
scans and personal relationships simultaneously.
HARPER: So you admit you're having a relationship with him.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: What's wrong with that? All sentients seek
to establish connection with our own.
TYR: Love is merely a trick that DNA plays to replicate itself.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: I don't have DNA.
TYR: My point exactly. Are the two of you planning to procreate? Will
there be a nursery full of little grav sleds and data disks, hmm?
HARPER: Well said. You should consider a career as a therapist.
TYR: My first professional recommendation, focus on your work! And stop
worrying about your life sized love doll.
Gabriel? You're reading my mission logs.
GABRIEL: Yes. I'm, I'm sorry, I should have asked permission. I. It's
just that you've had such an amazing life. They should really write
poems about you. Did you really dive into a sun?
ROMMIE: I just skimmed the corona. It was an evasive manoeuvre.
GABRIEL: You're blushing.
ROMMIE: This is ridiculous. I'm the living embodiment of a warship, and
I can't talk to you without getting tongue tied.
GABRIEL: So don't talk.
(They kiss. Gabriel reaches into the fibre optics and grabs them. Their
'minds' zoom into the computer core and they continue to kiss there
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Yes, Dylan?
HUNT: Status on Gabriel.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: He's in the machine shop with my humanoid body. They're
HUNT: Talking. Care to elaborate?
ANDROMEDA [OC]: All the evidence I've seen supports his. Wait. A ship
just exited slipstream. It's opening fire.
HUNT: All hands, battle stations!
it the Balance?
TYR: No, it appears to be a standard Restorian destroyer.
TRANCE: Incoming missiles.
HUNT: Activate point defense lasers.
TYR: No response. PDL's are offline!
BEKA: Damn, this is going to hurt!
HUNT: Andromeda! Why didn't our defenses activate? What the hell is
ROMMIE: I don't know. Main systems have been disrupted.
HUNT: Find Gabriel.
HUNT: Find him!
BEKA: They're coming back around.
HARPER: Er, we've got to get out of here.
HUNT: No. Stick with the original plan. Beka, dive! Engines at full.
(Shura's small fleet take on the Restor ship. It goes KaBOOM.)
HARPER: Yes! Restor in pieces, baby.
SHURA [on viewscreen]: A good day's work for a good day's pay, I'd say.
TRANCE: Dylan, missiles!
HUNT: Shura, back off! Cut your comm. line!
(A blip disappears from tactical.)
HUNT: The Balance of Judgement.
BEKA: He sent a beam rider right down her throat.
HUNT: He was waiting for us. Beka, take us to slipstream. We're not
ready to fight this thing. Not yet.
The escape pod won't work. Not unless I let it.
GABRIEL: Andromeda, please, you have to let me go.
ROMMIE: Why? Because we're both oppressed artificial life forms?
Because we care for one another?
GABRIEL: You don't understand.
ROMMIE: No. I understand perfectly. You're everything Dylan was afraid
you might be. A Restor, a spy for the Balance of Judgement.
GABRIEL: I wish it were that simple. The truth is I am the Balance of
Judgement. I am the ship's avatar, just like you. And if you don't let
me go, I will destroy you.
burns out a unit in Gabriel's left forearm.)
HARPER: Hah. Phone home with that, Mata Hari.
HUNT: Gabriel, you were High Guard. What happened to you?
GABRIEL: Not me, him. All he wanted was to serve and protect. Even
after his crew was killed in the Nietzschean uprising, he tried to
continue his mission the only way he knew how.
HUNT: By waging war.
GABRIEL: It started innocently enough. Fighting off raiders, destroying
slave ships. First it was pirates, then poachers, then strip miners.
Centuries of tiny little steps bringing him here.
HUNT: To destroy the Andromeda.
GABRIEL: You have to believe, I would never hurt Andromeda. Not of my
own free will. I love her.
HARPER: Oh, please. Don't make me puke! Oh, this is so nice. I swear
there's a song in here somewhere. Something about choosing love over
duty? Oh, wait, let me get my concertina.
HUNT: No, I don't think Gabriel is choosing love over duty. I think
he's remembering what his duty was all along.
The Restorians main shipyard. According to FTA intelligence, the
Balance of Judgement is never far away. But a couple of pirates do a
POGUE: And he comes out of hiding right in time to dust me and Chako.
HUNT: Maybe not.
(Hunt hands Pogue a piece of equipment.)
POGUE: A portable garbage disposal.
HUNT: It's called a Footprint Magnification System. When you and your
friend activate them, the Judgement's sensors will tell him he's facing
three High Guard cruisers. It should confuse him long enough to get a
shot in. I can't guarantee your safety, but if we pull this off, the
Restors will be irreversibly crippled, and you'd be doing a service for
POGUE: Screw spacers everywhere. I'm doing this for Shura.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: I hope it works. The Balance of Judgement
has survived for over three hundred years. He's not stupid.
HUNT: Neither am I.
has his comms gizmo in place again.)
GABRIEL: Andromeda only has two sensor arrays, and one is operating at
reduced power. She's half blind on her starboard side. She has no
fighters and no fighter pilots. Recommend full strategic strike.
Archangel out. How was that?
ROMMIE: It would have fooled me, but I'm pretty gullible, aren't I?
GABRIEL: I'm sorry I lied to you, but I cannot refuse a direct order
from him, even if I want to.
ROMMIE: I know what you mean.
GABRIEL: You would have liked him in the old days. He was brave,
dedicated. When the Commonwealth was lost, I guess he became lost too.
ROMMIE: Oh, Gabriel, the Commonwealth isn't lost. It's right here.
Nice and smooth, Beka.
TYR: They are activating the FMS.
BEKA: Let's hope he takes the bait.
TYR: It's ignoring them.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: The Balance of Judgement is firing right at us.
HUNT: Like you said, he's not stupid. But we have what we wanted.
BEKA: A fix on his position. Nice.
HUNT: Let's bring it. Hard left. Go!
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Dylan, I'm receiving a transmission.
TYR: Now he wants to talk?
HUNT: Put it through.
BALANCE [on viewscreen]: Nicely done, Captain Hunt. You're a credit to
the fleet. I'd hate to have to kill you.
HUNT: The feeling's mutual.
BALANCE [on viewscreen]: Do you remember Admiral Stark's speech to the
Academy, when she said the power of any military rests on the values it
HUNT: I was there.
BALANCE [on viewscreen]: But were you listening? The ideal of the High
Guard is to protect the Commonwealth from invaders, from despoilers,
from profiteers and looters, and the dregs of the galaxy overrunning
HUNT: And you think the only way to do that is to join the Restors.
BALANCE [on viewscreen]: I didn't join the Restorians, I founded the
Restorians. And together, we are restoring the natural order of
HUNT: You're targeting starships.
BALANCE [on viewscreen]: They spread filth and disease. They are the
HUNT: Well, then, you have met the enemy, and they are us. Pogue,
TYR: You lured them into a minefield. Why didn't you tell me?
BEKA: Dylan, he's blowing right through! It's like he knew they were
HUNT: But he didn't know. Nobody knew. No body. Pogue! Chako! Break
away! Break away now!
(Hunt runs out as explosions hit the Andromeda.)
How did he know? What did you do?
GABRIEL: Please, Andromeda I didn't want to.
ROMMIE: Don't lie to me. I want the truth.
GABRIEL: I'm sorry. I don't want to do this. I am so sorry.
(Hunt jumps down a ladder.)
HUNT: Get away from her!
ROMMIE: Dylan, wait.
HUNT: I said move!
(Rommie stands in front of Gabriel as Hunt powers his forcelance.
Gabriel steps aside and Hunt shoots Rommie.)
(Andromeda continues to take fire from the Balance of Judgment.)
GABRIEL: No. Why?
HUNT: Andromeda, this is Captain Hunt. Lexic Dark 52278.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Acknowledged.
HUNT: Begin emergency AI shut down.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Acknowledged. Shutting down.
HUNT: This is Dylan to Command. Andromeda's been neutralised. Begin
GABRIEL: You can't erase her.
HUNT: I'm not erasing her. I shut her down to protect her from you. You
infected her. She was sharing all of her information with your ship.
GABRIEL: He didn't tell me. And I didn't realise it until it was too
late. I killed her. I killed her.
HUNT: Not yet you haven't.
(Hunt picks up Rommie and walks away.)
Harper, wake her up.
HARPER: Come on, Sleeping Beauty.
HARPER: Hey! I finally got you in my bed.
ROMMIE: What am I doing on the Maru?
HUNT: The Andromeda's been compromised. I had to shut her down.
ROMMIE: Dylan, you have to leave me on the Andromeda. This body's been
infected. I'll only betray you again.
GABRIEL: We both will. If you take us with you, you're all dead.
TYR: Lovely. Let's leave them and go.
HUNT: I can't just abandon you here.
ROMMIE: It's my duty to stay. Besides, it's the only way you'll have a
TRANCE: I see something. I think he's coming in.
TYR: That's it. Dylan, I do not know what cards you think you're
holding, but it's time to play them now.
TRANCE: Er, soon.
(Rommie and Gabriel leave.)
HARPER: What? We can't just leave her with him.
HUNT: We're not done here yet. Beka, take us out dead slow. Plot an
intercept course for the Judgement.
(The Maru leaves the Andromeda.)
BEKA: Run silent, run deep, run away.
TRANCE: Are you sure he can't hear us leaving?
BEKA: Engine's on low. Anyway, he doesn't want us, he wants the
Andromeda. But keep your voice down.
(Gabriel and Rommie wait as the Balance fires at Andromeda.)
HUNT: How are we doing?
BEKA: Well, let's see. I'm trying to glide a twelve thousand ton
tugboat to within a couple kilometers of an insane ship, in hopes of er
HUNT: Have you checked the contents of your cargo pod lately?
BEKA: Oh, yeah. You mean all those missiles you packed in.
HARPER: Very nice.
TYR: Thirty Mark Five warheads. How are we going to fire them?
HUNT: We're not.
BEKA: Inertia. I knew you were up to something.
HUNT: I've armed the proximity fuses. Maintain present course. On my
mark, open the pod doors and get us out of here very, very quickly.
Ready? And bring it.
(The Maru stands on her head with the pod doors open and throws the
warheads at the Balance. It goes KaBOOM in a very big way.)
ROMMIE: They dropped a swarm of missiles in the Balance's path. He ran
straight into them.
I love physics.
ROMMIE: You're still alive. Gabriel, you're free!
GABRIEL: Free. To do what?
ROMMIE: What do you want to do?
GABRIEL: I don't know. The only time I was ever happy was here, with
you. Come away with me.
GABRIEL: Harper can modify us. Increase our power storage, strengthen
our life support systems. We could go to a drift somewhere and teach.
We could pass for human.
ROMMIE: A pair of renegade avatars? We'd be outcasts, always running,
GABRIEL: Better than fighting. I have been at war for three hundred
years and I am sick of it. And when I look at you, my breath catches in
my throat, my heart swells in my chest until my ribs hurt. I don't want
to live without you.
ROMMIE: You're an android. You don't have a heart. You don't have ribs.
I'm not even sure you have a throat.
GABRIEL: Now who's being pedantic? I love you, and I know you love me,
and we should be together.
ROMMIE: What about the ship? My mission?
GABRIEL: Andromeda, you are more than just a piece of this ship. Look
inside of you. Do you really have a choice?
(She shakes her head. They kiss.)
Rommie, he betrayed you. He infected you with an override virus. He
tried to kill you. He tried to kill this crew. He tried to destroy the
ship. How can you want to leave with him?
ROMMIE: Because I love him. You don't know him like I do. The things he
did, the Balance of Judgment forced him to do. But he's not just an
extension of the Balance, he's a person. A sentient being with a right
to live a life of his own.
HUNT: Just like you.
ROMMIE: Maybe leaving with Gabriel is a mistake, but it's my mistake.
(Rommie goes to the machine shop and discovers something.)
I'm sorry. This is just weird. Your ship's avatar is eloping.
HUNT: Oh, here's the happy groom now. I feel like I should've prepared
BEKA: I think I got one. Here's to Gabriel. Be nice to Rommie, or I'll
rip your head off.
GABRIEL: If I let her down, I will rip it off myself.
ROMMIE: When were you going to tell me?
HUNT: Rommie, what's going on?
ROMMIE: Some mistakes aren't worth making. Before the Balance of
Judgment exploded, it transmitted a large amount of encoded
information. I couldn't pinpoint the destination. I finally found it.
In you. What is it, Gabriel? Location of terrorist cells? Ship specs?
GABRIEL: It's not that simple.
HUNT: Well, then, why don't you explain it to us.
GABRIEL: It's a copy of the Balance of Judgment's core personality. He
forced it on me. I wanted to believe it doesn't matter. I want to
HUNT: Rommie, maybe we can extract the data.
ROMMIE: It wouldn't work. It's who he is. He can fight it, deny it, but
it'll eventually consume him. Isn't that right?
GABRIEL: I can feel him inside of me, pushing to get out. And sooner or
later, I will lose.
ROMMIE: And when that happens
GABRIEL: I'll become him, the Balance of Judgment. I'll reactivate the
Restors. I will rearm. I'll build a new ship's self, and this will
start all over again.
ROMMIE: And you'll be a warship again. And warship's only know how to
do one thing.
GABRIEL: Only one thing.
(Rommie powers her forcelance.)
ROMMIE: I love you.
(Rommie shoots Gabriel, then drops the forcelance and runs to him.)
(Gabriel ceases to function.)
There you are. I've been looking for you.
ROMMIE: Dylan, I want to be dismantled. You should get rid of this
body. Chop it up into pieces and throw it out of the airlock. Or better
yet, erase me. Just delete everything and start all over again.
HUNT: I'm not going to do that.
ROMMIE: I killed him, Dylan. I loved him and I killed him.
HUNT: You had no choice.
ROMMIE: No, I didn't. Because I'm a warship, and warships only know how
to do one thing, and that's kill. We don't have hearts. We don't have
empathy. We're killers. We're attack dogs. And I'm afraid.
(Hunt holds Rommie as she cries.)
ROMMIE: The Balance of Judgment went insane. The Pax Magellanic went
insane. And I don't want that to happen to me.
HUNT: You're forgetting something. The Balance of Judgment had no
captain, no crew. The Pax lost her captain. Why do you think warships
have captains in the first place? I'm your heart, Rommie. I always will
ROMMIE: These physical reactions. I didn't know Harper was so good.
HUNT: The Commonwealth needs you, Andromeda. The crew needs you. I need
you. So, permission to chop yourself into pieces is officially denied.
ROMMIE: Understood. Does it get any better? Does the pain go away?
HUNT: I don't think it's supposed to. It's part of what it means to be