With their miniscule families,
humans are often forced to rely on
a "state" or a "nation" for support.
Approx CY 7956
Range to target?
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Fifty light seconds and moving away.
HUNT: Get me a heading.
HARPER: Getting. Zero four zero by minus twenty degrees.
HUNT: Maintain contact with the Castalian fleet. On my mark, come about
eighty degrees. Mark.
BEKA: Mark. Mark.
HARPER: The Castalians are finally engaging the enemy.
HUNT: It's up to them now. All we can do is watch.
(Lights go out on the tactical display.)
HARPER: Aw, crap. That's one fish down. Two fish. Red fish, blue fish.
It's a freaking fish fry.
ROMMIE: The Castalians aren't deploying countermeasures. They're being
TYR: This is stupid. These water breathers are hopeless. Missiles away.
(KaBOOM goes something and Hunt is annoyed.)
TYR: There now. Objective destroyed.
HUNT: Damn it, Tyr. Andromeda, report.
ROMMIE: The enemy destroyer was eliminated, but Castalian casualties
are still high. Five of their ships are down, the planet was bombarded.
Estimated civilian casualties, five million.
BEKA: That's a lot of sushi.
HUNT: It's not funny, Beka.
BEKA: Looked pretty darned funny from here.
HUNT: Look, if you're all finished insulting our allies, might I remind
you that the point of these training exercises is to improve their
morale, not destroy it.
HARPER: Look, Dylan, if you think Aquaman and the Silver Surfer here
are going to help you stop the Magog, you may as well start basting
yourself with steak sauce now and avoid the rush.
(Everyone looks to Beka for an explanation.)
BEKA: I don't know.
HARPER: Aquaman. Silver Surfer? Did you people ever go to school? No
classical education whatsoever.
BEKA: Rommie, how many target drones did you deploy?
ROMMIE: Five. Why?
BEKA: I'm reading an unidentified object. It just threaded its way
through the entire Castalian fleet.
TYR: And they didn't stop it? What a complete surprise.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Dylan, the bogey reads as a modified
Alacritous Missive courier vessel.
HUNT: That's a High Guard ship.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: And it's hailing us.
HUNT: On screen.
(A man in High Guard uniform comes up on the viewscreen.)
JAMAHL [on viewscreen]: This is Lieutenant Jamahl Rodriguez Hernandez
Brown. I'm looking for Captain Dylan Hunt.
HUNT: This is Dylan Hunt.
JAMAHL [on viewscreen]: Oh, wow. Oh, wow! Broot is going to spit that I
found you first! I mean, er, I'm sorry, sir!
HUNT: What is this all about, Lieutenant?
JAMAHL: I have a message for you, sir. It's from your fiancée, Sara
HUNT: My fiancée has been dead for more than two hundred years.
JAMAHL: Yes, sir. I know, sir. It's a very old message, sir. Permission
to come aboard, sir? I've been out here a long time. I think the
Castalians are targeting me.
ROMMIE: One pilot, no passengers, defensive weapons only. He looks
HUNT: Bring him in and keep him under guard. Send that message to my
screen]: Hello, Dylan. I probably shouldn't be doing this. I argued
myself out of it a dozen times. But I wanted you to know I survived.
And I did as you asked. I got on with my life. I got married. We have a
(She walks away from the camera, then turns back and cradles her
SARA: More than that. Dylan, it's bad out there. But knowing you'll be
back someday to make things right helps. So I just wanted to say thank
you. And if you're getting this message, then I've done my small part.
Be well, Dylan. I wish you every happiness.
(End of message.)
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Do you want me to play it again?
HUNT: No, that'll be all.
meets Rommie at a junction.)
ROMMIE: She was a remarkable woman.
HUNT: Yes. She, er, she was.
ROMMIE: Rev Bem is in hydroponics. Do you want me to
HUNT: I don't need counselling, Rommie. I'm fine.
ROMMIE: You don't look fine.
HUNT: Then have Harper check your visual sensors, because that was the
best message I could have gotten. I mean, after all this time I can
stop worrying about her. She's okay. Was okay. You know what I mean.
ROMMIE: Of course.
HUNT: Send the, er, Lieutenant to my quarters. I have a few questions I
want to ask him.
It's called Terazed. It's the fourth rock out from a yellow dwarf at
the ass end of the Triangulum galaxy. Excuse my Vedran.
HUNT: Excused. I've never heard of Terazed.
JAMAHL: Who has? They get more visitors on Gehenna. Anyway, as far as I
know, we're the last refuge of the Systems Commonwealth. We've got a
conclave, Triumvirs, a Home Guard. Everything but the Vedran Empress.
HUNT: One planet coming through the chaos intact. How?
JAMAHL: It beats me. I wasn't there. But my great-great-great-great
grandparents were. They were war refugees. From here, mostly.
HUNT: Survivors from the Andromeda Ascendant.
JAMAHL: And from the Starry Wisdom. And their wives and their kids and
their cousins and their uncles and well, Sara Riley rounded up anybody
who's ever even heard of you and settled them on Terazed. And we've
been waiting for you ever since.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Waiting for him to do what?
JAMAHL: Restart the Commonwealth, of course. Sara Riley said you'd be
back. And she was right.
takes the Andromeda into slipstream.)
HUNT: Beka, status.
BEKA: This isn't a slipstream route, it's a rabbit hole. How do these
people get mail?
TRANCE: Jamahl says Terazed's hard to find. It's why they've survived
all this time.
HARPER: Yeah, sure, that explains everything. No chance they've been
left alone because they're a bunch of cannibals or killer robots or
HARPER: What? You going to say I'm wrong? Come on. Every single High
Guard remnant we've encountered has been psychotic, evil, or both.
Present company excluded, of course.
HUNT: Of course.
BEKA: He has a point, Dylan. Once bitten, you know.
HARPER: I mean, I'm just saying that we shouldn't get all kissy huggy
smoochy woochy just because we like the cut of their uniforms.
HUNT: Point taken. We'll go in with our eyes open, but we are going in.
(They come out of slipstream.)
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Assuming normal cruising speed. I'm detecting a
Sol-like system with twelve planets. One inhabitable.
TRANCE: Er, guys? We've got company. They look like warships.
HARPER: Oh, great. I knew it. I knew it! We're surrounded. Thirty six
HUNT: Pull yourself together, Mister Harper.
HARPER: Oh, sure, take your time. Don't shoot at them or anything.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Dylan, they're moving into formation.
HUNT: It's not an attack. It's an honour guard.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Incoming message.
HUNT: On screen.
(A young Asian woman.)
RAKEL: Captain Hunt, welcome. I am Rakel Ben Tzion, first Triumvir of
Terazed. We've taken the liberty of sending Argosy Squadron Alpha to
escort you planetside. I hope you like marching bands.
HUNT: Andromeda, analysis. Is the Madame Triumvir a killer android or
HARPER: Who cares? What a babe.
TRANCE: Stop being so predictable.
ROMMIE: Intercepting planetary communications and analyzing. Free
press. They're talking about a local election. From all evidence,
Terazed seems to be exactly what it seems to be. A peaceful, productive
BEKA: Your Commonwealth.
HUNT: Take us in.
general architectural preference is circular buildings, and therefore
domed roofs. The party walk down a flight of stairs.)
BEKA: Okay, it's official. I like this place. I liked the conclave, I
liked the Grand Plaza, and I really liked all those Home Guard lancers
lined up for my personal inspection.
RAKEL: I'm glad you enjoyed the parade.
HUNT: Well, even the aerial displays. It was all a little overwhelming.
RAKEL: Well, if it was up to me, there would have been mintoks and
elephants, but expenditures like that have to be approved by the full
HUNT: Well, maybe next time, Madame Triumvir.
RAKEL: Please, call me Rakel.
HUNT: Fine. You can call me Dylan.
RAKEL: Dylan it is. Which is the furthest? The most distant world in
the new Commonwealth?
HUNT: Well, distance is relative in slipstream. Why?
RAKEL: I want to go there. Do you know, I've never been off this planet?
HUNT: Well, I think we can arrange a trip.
RAKEL: Dylan, may I steal you away for a moment? Privately.
HARPER: Oh. Oh, oh, okay. Okay, this is where you, er, you get him away
from us so your pals there can, er, whip out laser mind probes and
crack our skulls open, huh? Am I right?
RAKEL: He's sweet. Paranoid, but sweet.
BEKA: It's, er, been a tough year.
HUNT: Yeah, my crew's used to having the other shoe drop. And frankly,
so am I.
(The guards leave.)
RAKEL: Five minutes. Draw your weapon if it makes you feel better. But
there are some people I want you to meet.
HUNT: Five minutes.
Ladies and gentleman, it is my great privilege to present Captain Dylan
Hunt. Dylan, the descendants of Sarah Riley.
RAKEL: Captain, I believe you've met Lieutenant Brown?
HUNT: Yes, I have.
RAKEL: Excuse me a moment.
JAMAHL: Really the whole Andromeda Association wanted to meet you, but
Madame Triumvir said that there wasn't a room big enough in the whole
HUNT: Jamahl, you're descended from Sara?
JAMAHL: I'm her great grandson, cubed. Nine generations, direct line.
HUNT: And all these people?
JAMAHL: These are her kids' kids' kids' kids' kids' kids. But this is
nothing. You should see the Society of Starry Wisdom.
HUNT: There were that many survivors.
JAMAHL: There are survivors and the families of those who didn't make
it. Lieutenant Refractions of Dawn must've had a thousand descendants,
but then she was a Than.
HUNT: This is unbelievable.
JAMAHL: I just had my genealogy downloaded. Do you want to see it?
HUNT: Yes. Yes, I would like that.
RAKEL: Lieutenant, are you monopolising the guest of honour?
JAMAHL: No, ma'am. At least I didn't think that I was.
RHADE [OC]: Madame Triumvir.
(A familiar face steps forward, and Hunt has flashbacks to that fateful
fight on Andromeda 300 years ago.)
GAHERIS: I tried to warn you.
hate to barge in on such a historic event, but I couldn't get away from
my staff meeting.
RAKEL: Not at all, Admiral. Dylan, this is the commander of Terazed's
Home Guard, Admiral Telemachus Rhade.
RHADE: Captain. It's an honour.
compares a photograph of himself and Gaheris with a PADD image of
HUNT: I've heard of Nietzschean genetic reincarnation. I've just never
seen a documented case.
TYR: It's quite rare, but it does happen. My own father had almost
identical DNA to a Kodiak Alpha, Suleiman. And according to legend, one
day Drago Museveni himself will be reincarnated and reunite the
HUNT: Come on, Tyr, what are the odds? My own first officer
reincarnated on a planet settled by my fiancée?
ANDROMEDA [OC]: The chance of a specific human DNA combination
reoccurring is approximately one in three times ten to the fifteenth
TYR: Telemachus Rhade isn't just any human. He's the product of sixteen
centuries of selective breeding.
HUNT: Homo sapiens invictus have the same number of chromosomes as
unmodified homo sapiens.
TYR: Yes, but a smaller sampling. No Nietzschean carries the gene for
acromegaly, arterial sclerosis. You combine that with extensive
safeguards against mutation and what you've got is
HUNT: And the odds are still in the trillions.
TYR: It's a big universe.
HUNT: Yeah, and a bigger coincidence. You know, I don't trust
coincidences especially ones named Rhade.
TYR: You should never trust any Nietzschean. Except me.
while the Vedran Empress was the System Commonwealth's titular ruler,
actual authority was exercised by three elected Triumvirs, which is
still the case in Terazed today. But, as with the original
Commonwealth, the Triumvir's power was not absolute. The people also
elected a tricameral legislative body called a Conclave. That is why
there must be a general election if Terazed is going to sign Dylan's
HARPER: Yeesh. Give me a nice simple dictatorship any day. Then, at
least when things go wrong, you know who to hang.
TRANCE: You're just saying that because you've never lived in a
democracy. I think free elections sound like fun.
HARPER: Please! There is no such thing as a free election. Inexpensive,
maybe, occasionally. But free? Never.
TRANCE: Harper, you're so
HARPER: Cynical? Jaded? Realistic?
TRANCE: No, I was going to say cute when you're paranoid.
HARPER: Wait a minute. That's a compliment. You're trying to distract
me. You know how this election's going to turn out, don't you, Trance?
Come on, spill it.
TRANCE: Everyone knows how the election's going to turn out. It's a
BEM: They've been waiting generations to rejoin the Commonwealth. I
can't imagine the
plebiscite going against Dylan.
HARPER: Yeah? Well there's nothing wrong with a little insurance. I say
I jack into their VR matrix and, er, rig a few tallies. Stuff some
ballot boxes. Hey, it is a time-honoured system. It's an integral part
of the democracies I've read about.
HARPER: Fine. Fine. But I would have made a great king.
It doesn't have to be a long speech. You wouldn't have to write it
yourself. I have people for that sort of thing.
HUNT: Would your people really care what I have to say? I'm just a
RAKEL: You're much more than that, Dylan. You're a legend. And, er, if
I may be so bold, an extremely charismatic and attractive individual.
Who better to champion this referendum?
HUNT: Why do we even need to do this? I thought the outcome was assured.
RAKEL: The truth is, there's a strong isolationist movement on Terazed.
We have a good life here, and some people don't want to send their sons
and daughters away to die in your war.
HUNT: Well, then the war will come to them.
RAKEL: Then you have to tell them that, Dylan. Because right now the
election is too close to call and I could use your help.
leaves a room to cheers and applause.)
RHADE: Nicely done, Captain Hunt. Your speech was very impressive.
HUNT: Thank you. I'm, er, not much of a politician. I'm just a soldier.
RHADE: Don't underestimate your powers as a leader. Do you have a
[Hydroponics - memory]
GAHERIS: Do you have a moment?
HUNT: For my best man? Always.
GAHERIS: About that. There must be better candidates.
HUNT: Excuse me?
GAHERIS: What about Refractions of Dawn?
HUNT: Best man? Best insectoid hermaphrodite. You know, it just doesn't
have quite the same ring to it, does it? Look, there is no one on this
ship. Hell, there's no one in the known worlds that I trust more. I
want you at my side at my wedding. Think you can take me?
(Hunt looks away. Gaheris scores a basket.)
(Gaheris Rhade leaves.)
HUNT: Yeah, best insectoid hermaphrodite sounds a lot better.
(Gaheris kills Refractions of Dawn, then the shooting starts properly.)
RHADE: I tried to warn you.
Dylan. I asked if you wanted a drink.
HUNT: I suspect you wanted to ask me something else.
RHADE: My ancestor, Gaheris Rhade. Here on Terazed he's something of a
hero, you know. A loyal Commonwealth officer, dead in that first
HUNT: I lost a lot of good people that day.
RHADE: The Nietzscheans tell a different story. That he betrayed the
Commonwealth. That he was a spy who served a key role in the
Nietzschean rebellion. You're the only person alive who knows the truth.
HUNT: You know, I, er, I think I'll take that drink.
RHADE: You were there. At least tell me what happened. Tell me what he
HUNT: He tried to warn me. For what it's worth, he tried to warn me
about the rebellion, and by the time I listened it was too late.
RHADE: So he was a hero after all. That means a lot to me. Thank you. I
just wish we weren't on opposite sides.
HUNT: Opposite sides of what?
RHADE: I thought you knew. I'm opposed to the Commonwealth referendum.
HUNT: But you are Commonwealth. All of you. Terazed has been waiting
for this day for three hundred years.
RHADE: And we're still here after three hundred years, because we
haven't let the chaos out there touch us. Because no one knows we exist.
HUNT: For now. But that will change sooner or later.
RHADE: The later the better, as far as I'm concerned. You have powerful
HUNT: So do you, Admiral. The Magog are coming. You can't deny them out
RHADE: No, but I can keep us out of their crosshairs. I'm sorry. It's
my duty to protect Terazed and I'm not going to let anyone compromise
You should see the armaments they have stockpiled. Dozens of shrike
fighters just sitting in hangars. Janus light attack drones, Oracles,
Centaurs. But you know what it is that I really want?
TYR: An avatar unencumbered by cleavage?
ROMMIE: A real crew. I used to have eight hundred lancers stationed on
HUNT: Yes, and I can imagine the eavesdropping potential.
ROMMIE: I never eavesdrop. I monitor. For security purposes. And
besides. Oh no.
HUNT: What is it?
HOLO-ROMMIE: The election results just came in.
ROMMIE: Dylan, they voted against your restored Commonwealth. We lost.
HUNT: That's just great.
escort the Triumvir's shuttle to the Andromeda.)
RAKEL: You can't just leave. My people need you.
HUNT: Well, that's not what they said yesterday.
RAKEL: They were misled. Misinformed. You can talk to them.
HUNT: I already did. I don't have any more time to waste here.
RAKEL: Dylan, you're not wasting your time. I promise. I can call
HUNT: Yeah, in a year. I read your constitution. Your hands are tied.
RAKEL: Not necessarily. I can declare a planetary emergency.
HUNT: Under what cause? Rakel, I appreciate your efforts, but I have
three years to build an alliance against the Magog. When things start
to get serious, your people will change their minds.
RAKEL: Please. A day or two that's all I need. Don't give up on us now.
Talk to him. Talk to Rhade.
taking out his frustration on the hoop.)
BEM: I didn't realize this basketball was so violent. Perhaps there is
a more productive way to express your disappointment.
HUNT: Give it up, Rev. I'm not going to talk to him.
BEM: Why? Because Telemachus Rhade's great-great-great grandfather
HUNT: No! Because Telemachus betrayed me. He broadsided me by
campaigning against the restored Commonwealth. Rev, you know what? I'm
getting a little tired of being stabbed in the back by Rhades.
BEM: Perhaps. But maybe you should try to see things through his eyes.
HUNT: Oh, please.
BEM: Telemachus Rhade was wounded twice defending Terazed against
HUNT: Well, you know, then maybe I should give him a call, huh?
BEM: Dylan, one of those raids resulted in the deaths of thousands of
people. The isolationists are not evil. They are merely afraid.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Code Blue. All hands report to Command. Magog swarm
ships have been sighted in the outer system.
HUNT: You have got to be kidding.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Four unknown targets with rad signatures identical to
Magog swarm ships.
BEKA: Terazed's sensor satellites just picked them up doing a fly-by of
the fifth planet in the system, but the data's already nine minutes old.
HARPER: Hello, Fate, God, whoever. I just want to officially note it on
my personal record that, er, mentally, I am not ready for another round
of Magog a Go Go.
TYR: Focus, Harper. Nothing's buried itself in our hull yet.
HARPER: Yet. Three little letters, so much pain.
HUNT: Trance, get the Home Guard commander on screen.
(Telemachus appears on the viewscreen.)
HUNT: Admiral, there are four Magog swarm ships in the outer system.
RHADE [on viewscreen]: I know. You led them right to us.
HUNT: A, that is not true, and B, We can point fingers later.
RHADE: Right now, I'm launching everything we've got, and it's not
going to be enough. I need your help.
HUNT: That's why we're still here.
RHADE: I'm transferring Triumvir's Honour Guard to your command. Ships
and lancers. Good luck.
HUNT: Beka, best speed to the outer system. Tell the Triumvir's
RAKEL: Captain, what's going on? My pilots
HUNT: Your pilots are responding to a military emergency, and if you've
got a problem with that you can get off my Command Centre.
ANDROMEDA: Attention. Attention. All hands report to battle stations.
Battle stations. Battle stations. All hands report to battle stations.
Prepare to repel boarders.
You. Assist on fire control.
RAKEL: What are you doing? He's in my Honour Guard.
HUNT: Your troops are training on the High Guard simulators. It's time
to put that training to use. Unless, of course, you wanted to invite
the Magog in for dinner?
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Eighty light seconds, Captain.
HUNT: Deploy fighters.
TRANCE: Aye, aye.
Here we go, baby. This is the one.
You can't just go in there blasting. What about casualties?
TYR: Magog casualties?
RAKEL: Our casualties. Those boys out there.
HUNT: They're Guardsmen. This is what they do.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Captain, the swarm ships appear to be moving
TRANCE: Vectoring away three one two degrees.
BEKA: Magog scampering? That's too easy.
HARPER: Hey, I like gift horses.
HUNT: Full sensor scan. Break it off. We're standing down.
BEKA: What? Are you serious?
HARPER: Come on. At least let's blow one up.
HUNT: They're leaving.
BEKA: Standing down.
TRANCE: Dylan, one of the fighters is pealing off. It's chasing the
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: And it's hailing us.
JAMAHL [on viewscreen]: Lieutenant Brown reporting. I've engaged the
HUNT: Return to the Andromeda, Jamahl. We're breaking off pursuit.
JAMAHL [on viewscreen]: I can take them, Captain. Just give me the word.
HUNT: The word is no.
I'm not some outworld hick.
[on viewscreen]: I'm the one who found you, remember?
HUNT: I said stand down. Do you copy, Lieutenant?
HUNT: Tyr, I want covering fire. Point defence lasers. Andromeda, plot
an intercept course. Harper, bucky cables at the ready.
(Jamahl fires at the fleeing ship, eventually blowing it up. He flies
towards the wreckage.)
BEKA: Nice shot, kid.
HARPER: Uh oh. He's headed straight for that piece of junk.
BEKA: Jamahl? Pull up. Reverse thrusters.
hits the wreckage.)
[OC]: Andromeda, do you read me? My condition's critical.
RAKEL: Get him back now.
HUNT: That is our objective.
BEKA: He's in an uncontrolled spin.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: We're within five hundred thousand kilometres of the
HUNT: Launch harpoon.
BEKA: He's losing it.
(Jamahl screams. KaBOOM.)
TRANCE: Gone. He's gone.
HUNT: Beka, get us out of here. Trance, take the Triumvir back to guest
RAKEL: But I. Thank you. I'm sorry.
(Rakel and Trance leave.)
HUNT: Andromeda, I want a full analysis of that debris.
Electromagnetic, spectrographic. Hell, get me a breathalyzer test on
HARPER: What's up, boss?
HUNT: Swarm ships come out of nowhere, do nothing, then leave for no
reason? Magog don't sightsee.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Dylan, those swarm ships. The rad signature
was correct, but the one Lieutenant Brown destroyed, it had no pilot.
Also, no slip drive and no weapons.
BEKA: A drone.
HUNT: No. It's a dummy.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: There's more. Analysis of the debris
indicates the vessel was constructed in the local star system. That
attack didn't come from the Magog Worldship. It was launched from
(In orbit of Terazed.)
HUNT: You sure about that?
HARPER: I've checked and rechecked and double rechecked the
trajectories, and the Magog swarm ships came from Argosy Station
BEKA: The Home Guard's command centre.
ROMMIE: And Telemachus Rhade's home base.
HUNT: Have Triumvir Ben Tzion meet me in my quarters immediately.
That poor child. He was one of Sarah's.
HUNT: Yes, I know.
RAKEL: Maybe Telemachus was right. It is too dangerous. Maybe I should
just let him take over.
HUNT: Let him take over? Rakel, what's going on here?
RAKEL: Something's happening down on Terazed. I can't reach the High
Council. Second Triumvir Cooper is in conference. Cooper never confers
HOLO-ROMMIE: Communications channels to Terazed are still open, but
none of the government offices are responding.
HUNT: Communications freeze.
RAKEL: My sources on the ground tell me they're mobilizing the Home
Guard. There are troops on the street in the capital.
HUNT: So you're saying Telemachus faked that attack so he'd have a
reason to mobilise his troops.
HOLO-ROMMIE: And now he's mounting a military coup.
RAKEL: This is my fault. I should have been ready for this. But I
didn't want to believe the reports.
HUNT: What reports?
RAKEL: My operations department intercepted a number of coded
transmissions from Telemachus's secured line, including one right
before the fake Magog attack.
HUNT: Launch commands.
RAKEL: I can't believe Rhade would do something like this. He's loyal
as a dog.
HUNT: Yeah, maybe.
(Later, Rakel has left.)
HUNT: Troops in the street, the Triumvirate held incommunicado. Gaheris
Rhade destroyed the Commonwealth once. I'm not
going to stand by and watch another Rhade destroy it all over again.
ROMMIE: So, what are you going to do?
HUNT: The same thing General Sani nax Rifati did six thousand years
ago. I'm going to get the military out of the republic. Time to give
Telemachus Rhade a little history lesson.
told you before. Pessimism is not a survival trait.
(The final shots as time slows. Hunt kills Gaheris.)
Dylan, incoming message from Admiral Rhade.
HUNT: On my way.
Andromeda, on screen.
RHADE [on viewscreen]: We have to talk.
HUNT: I would call that an understatement. What the hell's going on
down there? You've got troops in the conclave.
RHADE [on viewscreen]: I can explain everything. Let me come on board.
TYR: You and the Third Lancer Regiment? Not likely.
HUNT: I can't argue with Mister Anasazi.
RHADE: No lancers, Dylan. Just the two of us.
HUNT: Andromeda, hold transmission.
ANDROMEDA: Transmission held.
(The viewscreen goes to an image of the planet.)
TYR: If we can manage to bring him up
HUNT: Clear the deck.
BEKA: Dylan, no offence, but
HUNT: I know what I'm doing.
TYR: I strongly doubt that.
RAKEL: Let me stay. Maybe he'll listen to his Triumvir.
HUNT: This isn't a debate. I have questions and I'm going to get
answers. Now get off my deck!
HUNT: Andromeda, activate screen.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Transmission reestablished.
HUNT: Admiral, about that meeting you wanted permission granted.
HOLO-ROMMIE: He's outside the door, Dylan. And he's alone.
HUNT: Is he armed?
HOLO-ROMMIE: One High Guard forcelance.
HUNT: Let him in. Initiate privacy mode.
HOLO-ROMMIE: But Dylan
HUNT: Don't start with me.
(Holo-Rommie leaves. Rhade enters.)
RHADE: I understand why you did it, Dylan. Believe me, I do.
HUNT: You've got this all wrong.
RHADE: Do I? I know how important that election was to you.
HUNT: You know, last I looked, I wasn't the one with troops in the
RHADE: Is that how you want to play this?
HUNT: I am not playing at anything.
RHADE: Neither am I.
(Rhade draws his forcelance and starts shooting, just like 300 years
ago. Hunt returns fire.)
HUNT: Rhade! Listen to me!
(This time, Rhade lands on the floor and does not get up again until
Hunt is standing over him having a flashback. Then he leaps up and
kicks the forcelance out of Hunt's hand and they go hand to hand. It
ends up with Hunt on his back and Rhade's bone blades at his throat.
Hunt sees his forcelance out of the corner of his eye, and goes for it.
Rhade retrieves his weapon, too. Standoff. Hunt lowers his weapon
RHADE: You could have killed me. You didn't. Why not?
HUNT: The same reason you didn't kill me. Because we both know who the
real criminal is.
Ceremonial visits to the shipyard, coded transmissions on her private
line, and cargo manifests in her brother's name.
RHADE: If the information your AI uncovered is true, she's been
planning this for months.
HUNT: She knew that her scouts would locate me eventually and bring me
to Terazed, knew that there would be a referendum.
RHADE: And instituted a contingency plan in case it didn't go her way.
She's a bright woman. I admire her.
HUNT: Think you can verify this evidence independently?
RHADE: Terazed is cursed with free press. It's hard to hide things.
It's harder to fake them.
HUNT: Rommie could falsify data like this easily. Hell, if I wanted to,
I could make it look like you were behind the whole thing.
RHADE: And then you'd get everything you wanted, wouldn't you? The
isolationists would be disgraced. There'd be a new election. Terazed
would join the new Commonwealth.
HUNT: And you'd go to prison.
RHADE: As cost benefit ratios go, it's got a lot to recommend it.
HUNT: Betray an innocent man, gain the world, and lose. Lose what,
RHADE: It's what I would do.
HUNT: All right, let's end this.
and Rhade fight Rakel's guards, hand to hand.)
RHADE: Triumvir Ben Tzion, you're under arrest.
RAKEL: Dylan, please. We want the same thing.
HUNT: No, we don't.
hands a Commonwealth flag to Jamahl's father.)
BEM: Eternal life grant unto him and may perpetual light shine upon him.
(The Triumvir's shuttle is escorted away.)
RHADE: I think I finally understand what happened to my ancestor.
HUNT: Good. So do I.
[Hunt's quarters - memory]
And tell your Aunt Connie it is fine with me if she wants to give you
away, but I am not going to salute her if she insists on wearing pink
taffeta. And I (doorbell) Come.
(Gaheris Rhade enters.)
RHADE: About this best man job.
RHADE: Does it always involve drunken bachelor parties and half-naked
HUNT: Pretty much, yeah.
RHADE: Hmm. In that case, I accept.
HUNT: Good. I'm glad.
RHADE: Thank you, Dylan. It's an honour to serve with you. And an
honour to be your friend.
Did I do the right thing, Rommie? Throwing it all away like that.
ROMMIE: You mean by arresting Rakel Ben Tzion instead of Telemachus
ROMMIE: I try not to dwell on what's right and what's wrong. It slows
my processors. Still, one innocent man convicted, one guilty woman set
free, in exchange for a fleet, a crew, the ability to protect Terazed
and a thousand other worlds from a genuine horror.
HUNT: One act of betrayal to save the universe. It seems a small price
to pay, doesn't it?
I see we're leaving Terazed.
HUNT: Yeah, for now, but they'll have new elections next year and by
then the Magog Worldship will be that much closer.
BEKA: And the voters will be highly motivated to endorse Commonwealth
TYR: You trust Admiral Rhade to hold down the fort in the interim?
screen]: Be well, Dylan.
HUNT: I'm doing my best, Sarah. I'm doing my best.