Here is the price of freedom:
Your every drop of courage,
ounce of pain, pint of blood.
Paid in advance.
"The Rising Tide" AFC 271
Andromeda is fighting three small attacking craft. One goes KaBoom.)
TYR: Target one eliminated. Switching fire control to target two.
HUNT: Can you identify the source of the distress call?
TYR: It is an Enduring Victory class armoured transport. Nietzschean
design, Sabra-Jaguar Pride markings.
ROMMIE: One of the Nietzschean ships has turned to fire on us.
HUNT: Big mistake. Tyr, fire.
TYR: Targets two and three eliminated. Fire control locked onto
HUNT: Tyr, we are allied with the Sabra-Jaguar Pride.
HUNT: Well, theoretically, hold your fire.
HUNT: For now.
ROMMIE: The transport is hailing us.
HUNT: On screen.
ELSSBETT [on viewscreen]: Hello, Dylan. Thrilling entrance, as always.
HUNT: Elssbett. What are you doing here?
ELSSBETT: Just extending an invitation.
HUNT: I'm sure you could have found an easier way. So, so what is this?
ELSSBETT: A different kind of party. Pride Sabra-Jaguar is going to war
with the Drago-Kasov, and you're the guest of honour.
According to our agents on Enga's Redoubt, the Dragans are refitting
hundreds of their old decommissioned warships, and when they're
through, they will have doubled the size of their fleet. Their first
target will be the Jaguar homeworld.
HUNT: You know, that's funny. I have agents too, and according to them,
you're building a major new war fleet of your own.
ELSSBETT: Unfortunately, ours won't be ready for months. Theirs
launches in a week.
HUNT: Well, if that's the case, shouldn't you be at home taking care of
your new son?
ELSSBETT: I forgot how tall you are. Charlemagne is a wonderful lover,
but his stature does leave something to be desired. Much like the
current size of our fleet. Luckily, we have you to make up for our
HUNT: Is that so?
ELSSBETT: This is a copy of the Mutual Defence Pact between the
signatories of your Commonwealth Charter. Signatories which include the
HUNT: You want me to fight the Dragans for you?
ELSSBETT: Actually, by the terms of this pact, I demand it.
I cannot believe we are going to war to help Elssbett and the Jaguars.
BEKA: Well, you know that old expression. Politics make strange
ROMMIE: Well, it wouldn't be the first time.
BEKA: First time for what?
ROMMIE: Our problem is with our other allies. Castalia, Moebius,
Sintii. They're not exactly superpowers. I'm Dylan's only real military
BEKA: One he can't afford to lose.
ROMMIE: Mmm hmm.
BEKA: Unfortunately, Dylan gave Charlemagne and the Jaguars his word,
and that's the one thing he's got that's even less expendable than you.
comes out of slipstream and joins a fleet.)
BEKA: We're approaching the rendezvous point.
ROMMIE: Dylan, according to the messages I'm processing from the
Sabra-Jaguar fleet, there have been a series of battles on the Jaguar
frontier. The war has already started.
HUNT: Once again, your timing is impeccable.
ELSSBETT: I do my best.
ROMMIE: Updating the tactical situation. The Dragans have taken Hruska
and Barbour systems.
ELSSBETT: Hruska? Already? That's the key to the entire Diogenes
Cluster. Signal my fleet. Let them know Hruska will be our first
HUNT: Belay that, Rommie. I am the Supreme Commander of our combined
forces. If you want my help, you do as I say.
ELSSBETT: Where have I heard that before?
HUNT: Well, unless you want to continue the fight on your own?
ELSSBETT: So controlling. I'll return to my fleet and inform them of
the new chain of command. With the Supreme Commander's permission, of
HUNT: Permission granted, of course.
BEKA: Oh! She didn't salute. Shouldn't she salute?
HUNT: Well, I'm thinking that maybe she went to the Beka Valentine
School of Military Discipline.
ROMMIE: Dylan, I've just picked up a coded message in the comm.
traffic, directed through us and relayed through Moebius intelligence.
HUNT: I'll take it in my quarters.
ROMMIE: Actually, it's addressed to Harper.
hologram pops in.)
BRENDAN: Seamus. It's been a long time, cuz-o. Too long.
HARPER: Right back at you.
BRENDAN: Too long. Look, I heard about you and your friends. This new
Commonwealth thing sounds like a choice scam. Wish I'd thought of it
myself. The thing is, er, we've been hearing rumours back home that
there's a war coming between your Dylan and the Dragans. The
übers are stocking up on workers, Seamus. The slave raids are getting
worse every day. We need your help, and more. When this war comes, we
want in. It's time, Seamus. It's time to rise up and drive the Dragans
off of Earth forever.
For crying out loud! I'm not just talking about some mudball here.
We're talking about Earth. Terra! The mother world of all humanity.
It's only the most important planet in the whole freaking universe!
ROMMIE: Hardly. There are ten million, four hundred and thirty three
thousand Tarn-Vedra class planets in the known universe. In the Dragan
Empire alone, there are eight hundred and thirty seven slave planets
just like Earth.
HARPER: Slave planets?
BEKA: I think what Rommie's trying to say in her usual diplomatic
fashion is that Earth isn't what she used to be.
HARPER: No, she's not. Not since the Drago-Kasov pride conquered her,
destroyed our economy and enslaved our entire population. Yeah, that
would pretty much make things suck, but we have a chance to fix that
now, and we have to take it.
ROMMIE: Harper, I don't want you to get your hopes up. We're fighting a
war, and we don't have the time or the resources to liberate every
slave planet in the Dragan Empire.
HARPER: All right, all right. What exactly are you trying to tell me
here, huh? That Earth doesn't matter?
HUNT: Unfortunately, Earth doesn't matter. Unless we make it matter.
You want me to go by myself?
HUNT: No, you can take Rommie.
HARPER: I got a better idea. How about you round up all those warships
out there, head to Earth, and blast the Dragan garrison to pieces?
HUNT: I intend to, after I've drawn the Dragan fleet out of position,
and as soon as you and Rommie make sure that all their armoured units
are out in the streets where they're vulnerable.
HARPER: Great. Start the revolution without me. Anything else I can do
for you? Transmute the elements? Reverse entropy? Make you a sandwich?
HUNT: I won't make you go. Your cousin doesn't even know we got his
message. Besides, I could use you here. But if you want freedom for
Earth, Harper, you're going to have to fight for it.
So, what's Earth like?
HARPER: What do you care? It has no strategic value, remember?
ROMMIE: Harper, I'm a warship. I always consider the military situation
first. It's my nature. But I do care.
HARPER: Well, it's a place you love. It's a, you know, it's a good
feeling. Until you have to see it all torn down around you.
ROMMIE: And there's nothing you can do to stop it.
HARPER: We tried. Me and Brendan and our buddy, Isaac. Yeah, we thought
we could beat the Nietzscheans all by ourselves. We'd steal their
weapons, we'd mess with their floater engines, we'd blow shrillers
outside their barracks at night.
HARPER: These little whistles I invented. They, they'd extend into the
ultrasonic and irritate the hell out of Nietzschean ear canals. We'd
blow them and they would run like hell.
ROMMIE: Sounds like fun.
HARPER: Yeah, it was. It was. Until, er, until they ambushed us. An
entire Nietzschean platoon outside the barracks waiting for us to show
up with our stupid little toys. Brendan spotted it right away. He's
good like that. He warned me, but Isaac was on the other side of the
compound and we could hear his shrilling, and then it was cut off by
gunshots. Yeah, you're going to love Earth.
A direct assault on the Dragan capital? That's suicide.
TYR: I would agree, were it not for our Captain Hunt. His survival
instincts are, well, formidable.
ELSSBETT: And if they weren't, you'd be commanding this starship
instead of the human?
TYR: The current state of affairs serves my purpose.
ELSSBETT: A purpose which might be better served by gaining entry into
TYR: Oh, please. I don't need to marry one of your spare sisters in
order to achieve my goals.
ELSSBETT: Who said anything about a sister? Now, tell me the captain's
TYR: It will take a great deal more than a whispered promise to extract
from me any further information than I've provided already. However,
you are oh so very welcome to try.
round the Moon.)
HARPER: There she is, Rommie. The blue jewel of the galaxy. Earth.
ROMMIE: Huh. Craters, high levels of carbon dioxide, soot, ash, nuclear
HARPER: Hey! At least all that crap in the atmosphere makes us harder
to detect. The question is, how do we get around that Nietzschean
orbital defence network?
HARPER: I got to hand it to you, Rommie. I got to hand it to you. An
artificial meteor swarm? It's brilliant! And that is why I love me for
making you. er, and I mean I do love you too. And by making, I do mean
in a, ahem, professional sort of way.
ROMMIE: About that. When we meet your friends, don't mention I'm an
android. I've found on missions like this it's always best to hold a
few surprises back from everyone concerned.
HARPER: What's the matter, Rommie? You don't want to listen to me brag
the whole time we're here?
HARPER: Deal. Ah, the smells of home. This way.
(A girl steps out of a doorway. Rommie draws her forcelance and she
steps back in.)
HARPER: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
ROMMIE: She's so frightened.
HARPER: She's got a lot to be frightened about. It's okay, you can come
out. It's okay.
(The girl steps out with a little girl behind her.)
HARPER: Oh, is this your sister or your cousin? Well, either way,
you're both very beautiful, very brave young ladies. Can you do me a
favour? Can you please try and find Brendan Lahey and tell him his
cousin, Seamus, is here. Can you do that?
(The girls run off. Harper and Rommie start to follow, then a man with
a gun steps out behind them.)
OZZIE: What do you want with Brendan?
HARPER: Like I said, I'm his cousin, Seamus.
OZZIE: Funny. Brendan never mentioned a cousin. Especially not a
collaborator in nice, shiny new clothes.
HARPER: I'm not a collaborator. We're not with the Dragans. In fact,
we're actually here to try and help save you from the Dragans.
OZZIE: Yeah, and I'm the second coming of Haile Selassie. Why don't you
tell your girlfriend to drop the lance and maybe we'll talk.
ROMMIE: There are at least seven more just like him in the side
HARPER: Oh, man. Bostonians. Why do we always have to do this the hard
way? All right, on three. One, two
BRENDAN [OC]: Seamus?
(The girls have found Seamus as requested.)
BRENDAN: Seamus? Seamus.
HARPER: Brendan! Hey!
BRENDAN: Ah, it's good to see you, cuz-o.
HARPER: Likewise, likewise.
BRENDAN: Hey, Ozzie, come here. Everybody! Come here! Come here! I want
you all to meet my cousin, Seamus Harper. He's come down from the stars
to set us all free.
HARPER: Heh. No pressure.
The Nietzscheans keep a pretty tight seal on the main living areas
here. We don't get out much, the Dragans don't come in much, except
when they send in floaters to pick up more slaves. Since the war
started, they've been taking pretty much everybody they can get their
hands on. Little ones, old folks. Last week they took Jake's mother
over there right off her death bed.
HARPER: Why would they take people who can't work?
BRENDAN: Well, there are rumours about resettlement centres.
ROMMIE: Death camps.
BRENDAN: But, we're going to put a stop to all that, aren't we?
HARPER: Yeah. Yeah, of course.
ROMMIE: Look, we'll do what we can, but we're just the advance team.
The key is to force the Dragans to commit their armoured units. Once
they're exposed, the Andromeda will arrive and pick them off from
HARPER: Yeah, a lot of this is going to have to depend on your
resistance fighters, Brendan. How many can you mobilise in Boston?
BRENDAN: Er, well, you know, you got to realise I expected you to show
up with a lot more company than just one admittedly very attractive
HARPER: How many fighters, Brendan?
BRENDAN: Well, you're looking at them, Seamus.
HARPER: You have five fighters?
BRENDAN: That I can count on, yeah. Look, they got friends, and their
friends have friends, and a lot of them claim to be in the Resistance,
but how many people can I get in the street especially before your
Dylan arrives? Like I said, five that I know of.
HARPER: That you know of. Brendan, why did you call us? What'd you
BRENDAN: Well, what I expected was hope.
HARPER: How am I supposed to give them hope? I know how hard their
lives are. That's why I ran away in the first place, remember?
ROMMIE: Harper, if we can't get the local resistance organised in time
for Dylan's attack, our surgical strike will turn into a bloody war.
HARPER: I don't even know where to start. What do I say?
BRENDAN: Say whatever it takes.
HARPER: All around the world, people are ready. Ready to rise up. In,
er, in Paris, Tokyo, Singapore, er,
Johannesburg. In, er, thousands. In hundreds of thousands! And they're
all waiting. Waiting for you. Waiting for Boston, because this was
where it all began. The most important revolution in the history of
Earth started in Boston. The very idea that all people, whether born or
engineered, are equal, started in Boston. So now, it is Boston's turn
again. Time to show your courage. Time to storm the barricades. Time to
fire a shot that will be heard around the world for freedom!
MAN: He's right, let's get the übers!
MAN 2: Now's the time!
MAN 3: Freedom for Earth!
HARPER: For freedom!
ALL: Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
Freedom! I got to hand it to you, cousin. You really got them believing
in themselves for the first time.
ROMMIE: It was a very good speech.
HARPER: Yeah. Tokyo, Paris, Johannesburg, Singapore, sure. There's only
one problem. It's all a lie. Come on, Dylan.
Andromeda destroys a cruiser that has just destroyed another large
ship. The tactical display is full of moving dots.)
BEKA: Correct me if I'm wrong, but are we actually winning?
HUNT: The Jaguars are holding our centre. The Castalians have routed
the Dragans' left flank. The enemy is in full retreat.
BEKA: Go, fish men, go.
TYR: If this continues, there'll soon be nothing between us and the
Dragan homeworld but open slip routes.
HUNT: Yes, how convenient.
BEKA: Too easy?
HUNT: Much. Andromeda, hail all Allied commanders. I'm standing down
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Aye, aye.
is watching Rommie on a portable monitor.)
BRENDAN: How's your friend doing?
HARPER: Well, she's already hidden recon eyes all over the ghetto. Now
all she has to do is plant plasma mines outside the armoury.
BRENDAN: The armoury?
BRENDAN: No, no, no, no, no. She shouldn't go anywhere near the
armoury. They're going to see her.
HARPER: Rommie? Not freaking likely.
BRENDAN: How do you know?
HARPER: Let's just say I made her what she is today.
BRENDAN: So, are you guys serious?
HARPER: I wish. You know how it is. We're too busy flying around saving
BRENDAN: Yeah. Well, just remember what you're saving it for. Her. Her
and all that's good in the world. I've got something for you. I've been
saving it. Here. It's your old tin whistle.
HARPER: No, no, no. I, er, I threw this
BRENDAN: Into your parent's grave. Yeah, you did. I pulled it out for
you. I've been saving it. You know, for when you're ready to play it
(Later, Rommie is back and giving shooting lessons.)
ROMMIE: Simply point the lance, press the trigger. The computer
targeting system will do the rest. Now, if you find yourself up in
close and you want to do a lot of damage, you can switch to plasma
blasts, here. Now, when you return to your cell members, authorise them
to use your lance, so if you go down, someone else can use it.
HARPER: Bracers, for communication. ECM generators. Wear them both.
BRENDAN: And remember, a Molotov cocktail will still burn a floater. So
wait until they hit the barricades, and then throw as many as you can.
Oh, yeah, one more thing. Shrillers.
BRENDAN: Enough for everybody.
MAN: Take one.
OZZIE: You know, these toys are great, but what if you give the signal
and no one rises up but us?
MAN: Yeah, what happens then? The Nietzscheans will be all over us.
BRENDAN: Why are you here, Ozzie?
OZZIE: You know why.
BRENDAN: Kathy. We all got a Kathy. At least one. My sister, Seamus'
parents, Colin's kids. You all lost someone. Now you remind people of
that, and you'll have no problem getting them to fight by your side.
OZZIE: For Kathy.
ROMMIE: The Dragan slave caravan is on its way into the ghetto.
HARPER: Man, there are a lot more of them than we expected. They must
be reinforcing their positions because of the war.
ROMMIE: No plan of battle ever survives the first engagement with the
HARPER: What if Ozzie was right, Rommie? What if the people in the
streets won't rise up and join us?
ROMMIE: Then we lose. But if we do nothing, we still lose, and we may
never have an opportunity like this again.
BRENDAN [on monitor]: Yo, cousin. The transports are in position.
What's the word?
HARPER: Er, the word is er, attack.
surface, the Dragan guards cringe from the ultrasonics, then the
BRENDAN: Attack! Attack! Attack! Go! Go! Go! You in the back! Come on!
[on monitor]: Go! Over the wall! Over the wall! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Ozzie, floater! Throw the
Molotovs! Throw them! Throw them! Throw them!
(More Nietzscheans arrive.)
BRENDAN [on monitor]: Seamus, we're being overrun. Seamus, what do I
ROMMIE: Fall back. Fall back to rally points three and seven.
BRENDAN [on monitor]: Fall back! Fall back! Fall back!
HARPER: More Dragans are moving to intercept. They're outnumbered. If
Dylan doesn't get here soon, we're all dead.
BRENDAN [on monitor]: Fall back!
So, every bit of evidence we've got suggests that these ships we've
been defeating aren't really real. They're just empty hulls equipped
with slipstream drives.
ELSSBETT: I don't care if they're Dragan schoolchildren on a summer
picnic. A victory is a victory.
HUNT: It's a victory the Dragans want us to have.
BEKA: They could be using these ships to mask the size of their real
HUNT: Or distract us while they move somewhere else.
ELSSBETT: What they're doing doesn't matter. So long as we attack, we
drive the action. In love, in war, in politics, the day, and the night,
always belongs to the aggressor.
HUNT: I will not lead this fleet into a trap. We pull back. Make them
follow us so that we can pick the next battle.
ELSSBETT: A nice idea, but it won't be possible.
BEKA: And why exactly is that?
HOLO-ROMMIE: Captain, the Sabra-Jaguar fleet is attacking the Dragans.
on the monitor.)
HARPER: Brendan, come in. Brendan, report.
ROMMIE: His signal's been cut off.
HARPER: All right, that's it. Rommie, monitor things here. I'll be
ROMMIE: What are you doing?
HARPER: Brendan's family, Rommie. I abandoned him here once. I'm not
going to do it again.
You know that by attacking the Dragans now you're forcing Dylan's hand.
ELSSBETT: He's forced my hand before. I'm simply returning the favour.
BEKA: You have no right to come aboard
ELSSBETT: No. You have no right. We may have shared the same position
in Dylan's bed, human, but don't presume that makes us equals.
BEKA: You slept with Dylan?
ELSSBETT: He didn't tell you? You really should keep better track of
your lovers and not let them stray so far.
BEKA: Dylan and I aren't lovers.
ELSSBETT: Really? Too bad for you.
(The Andromeda rocks.)
BEKA: Rommie, what was that?
[on viewscreen]: Some kind of gravitational distortion. Dylan, the
Dragan ships are firing their slipstream cores.
HUNT: Andromeda, tell the fleet to scatter. And get us to slipstream.
ELSSBETT: My ships
TYR: Are in trouble. So are we.
BEKA: They're exploding!
HUNT: Brace for impact.
(Ships are sucked into the slipstream events.)
BEKA: It's like a whirlpool.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: We're going in.
has been caught by two Nietzscheans.)
BRENDAN: Wait. Are either of you related to any of the übers I waxed
today? Because it was a lot of fun.
(He gets kicked the bejesus kicked out of him, then they get
HARPER: Brendan, you okay?
BRENDAN: There's too many of them, Seamus. Their armour's mobilising.
I've got to get back outside.
HARPER: Whoa, no. You're coming with me. You need medical attention.
BRENDAN: Your Commonwealth friends better get here soon, Seamus.
Andromeda falls out of slipstream.)
HUNT: Andromeda, where are we?
ANDROMEDA: Kraylux. Somewhere in the outer system.
HUNT: Status on the rest of the fleet?
TYR: Scattered halfway across the Orion arm, I would assume. We appear
to be the only ship in this system.
BEKA: Correction. The only Ally ship. The Dragans just joined us.
HUNT: Battle stations.
(They try to run.)
BEKA: It's no good. I can't shake them.
ANDROMEDA: Dylan, we're being hailed by someone called Fleet Admiral
ELSSBETT: So Temmy finally got his promotion.
HUNT: Tell me about him.
ELSSBETT: Cuatemoc's a high-ranking Dragan. He's married to
Charlemagne's sister, Beatricia. The Jaguars had hoped that the
marriage would bring peace between the prides.
HUNT: This doesn't look like peace.
TYR: If Beatricia is anything like her brother, I can guess at the
ELSSBETT: No one profited from their union. Especially not the Jaguars.
A gilded pea-hen can't tame a bear.
HUNT: A bear? Good. Put him through.
CUATEMOC [on viewscreen]: Ah, the famous Captain Hunt.
HUNT: Fleet Admiral Cuatemoc. What happened to your predecessor,
CUATEMOC [on viewscreen]: He lost one too many battles to you. I don't
plan on making the same mistake.
HUNT: You know, a plan of battle rarely survives the first engagement
with the enemy.
CUATEMOC [on viewscreen]: Mine do. Hello, Elssbett. Charlie off getting
his pedicure? Tell him Bea sends her regards. Here's mine.
HUNT: Beka. Slipstream now.
is lying on a cot.)
ROMMIE: Multiple fractures, internal bleeding, and er, yeah, a
HARPER: Just do something about it, will you?
BRENDAN: You can tell all that just by looking at me?
HARPER: Yeah, Rommie's, er, fool of surprises.
ROMMIE: Lucky for you. While you were off on your little adventure, I
hacked into the Dragan communications grid and broadcast news of the
revolt. The people of Earth are rising up.
HARPER: Paris? Tokyo?
ROMMIE: Even Johannesburg.
BRENDAN: And here I thought you were lying about Johannesburg.
HARPER: I started lying the minute I opened my mouth. What about the
ROMMIE: Mobilising worldwide. They should be fully exposed when Dylan
arrives in five hours and twenty one minutes.
BRENDAN: Thanks, cousin.
comes out of slipstream.)
BEKA: They're still right behind us.
ELSSBETT: Now what?
HUNT: Now we round up the fleet and fight our way free.
TYR: There are over thirty systems in this cluster and the Alliance
fleet is scattered all over it.
BEKA: Searching will take time. What about Harper and Rommie? What
HUNT: If the Dragans destroy our fleet, the war is over. We have to
regroup, regardless of the cost.
Where is Dylan? The Dragan armour units are killing us.
ROMMIE: He should be here soon.
BRENDAN: That's what you said an hour ago. He's ninety minutes late.
ROMMIE: Slipstream isn't always that precise. He could have been
HARPER: Delayed where? If he were in the system, he would've contacted
us by now.
ROMMIE: Not if he's maintaining communications. Hang on a second, I'm
getting a signal.
HARPER: A signal?
ROMMIE: From a slipfighter.
HARPER: A slipfighter?
ROMMIE: It's Tyr.
What do you mean, he's not coming?
TYR: He had to choose. Save his fleet and his entire Alliance, or
sacrifice them both to liberate a single slave world.
HARPER: But Dylan always keeps his promises.
TYR: Dylan has made a great many promises, and he only has one ship.
Now, try and get the people out of the streets. There'll be another
HARPER: Another time? I'm just supposed to stop a revolution? There are
people bleeding and dying in the streets because they actually think
they may have a chance to win for a change. How am I supposed to tell
them they're wrong?
TYR: Don't. Tell them the truth. Tell them that life is inherently
unfair, and that the wise only fight battles they know they can win.
HARPER: Great. And when I'm telling them all of this, where will you
TYR: As far away from here as I can get.
I'm not going to stand down the attack just because your Nietzschean
HARPER: He's not the one saying it. I am.
BRENDAN: Oh? Oh, yeah? Like that's any better. Stand down! Retreat! So
speaks Seamus Harper, as usual.
HARPER: As, as usual? Whoa! Hold it! Are you calling me a coward?
BRENDAN: Well, you walked away once, Seamus. You abandoned your home,
you abandoned your family, for what? Why? Did it get too hard for you?
I don't know what that makes you, but you're sure no hero.
HARPER: My family died here, in case you forgot, because my father
didn't know how to walk away from a fight he couldn't win.
BRENDAN: He was protecting your mother.
HARPER: Whatever! And now they're both dead. And you'll be dead too, if
you don't listen to me.
BRENDAN: No, no, Seamus, you see you don't understand. You can't just
choose when you want to fight and when you don't. You may think your
father had a choice that day, but he didn't. And neither do I. So we
HARPER: All right, let me put this another way. Tell them to withdraw,
or I swear I'll kill you.
BRENDAN: You're going kill me?
HARPER: If you don't listen to me. It'll stop millions of people from
dying unnecessarily in a war they can't win.
BRENDAN: Will it?
HARPER: They don't have a chance, Brendan.
BRENDAN: I know they don't. They know that, too. They knew it when this
HARPER: When I started this, things were different. The circumstances
BRENDAN: Did you think you were the first person to stand on a rooftop
and shout that the Nietzscheans had to go? These people have heard it
all before, Seamus. Hell, our fathers heard it, and their fathers
HARPER: If that's true, then why did they listen? Why are they all out
there fighting now?
BRENDAN: Why did your father fight when the slavers came for your
HARPER: Because he was a fool. Would you shut up about my father!
BRENDAN: He fought because he was sick of lying down for them. Because
he was sick of being spat at, laughed at, stolen from, and beaten. Sick
and tired of living in fear and desperation. So tired that he was
willing to give up his life so long as he hurt them.
HARPER: Yeah, yeah, yeah. And they laughed at him right up until they
slit his throat. And after.
BRENDAN: That's true. But in the end, he laughed back. We both heard
it, Seamus. He fought. He finally fought! And after that, nothing else
HARPER: Yeah, especially not to him.
BRENDAN: Seamus, you got to let it go.
HARPER: I don't have to let squat go! You don't know what you're
talking about. You don't even know what happened. You want to know what
really happened? They didn't come for my mother. They came for me,
okay? They both died because of me.
BRENDAN: I'm sorry, Seamus. Don't you see? This just proves what I'm
talking about. Your mother and your father did not die for nothing.
They sacrificed themselves to save you, their only son. And it worked.
HARPER: If you really want what happened to my parents to be worth it,
Brendan, then stop the revolt.
BRENDAN: I would, Seamus. For you, I would. I can't. A revolution's not
like a switch. You can't turn it on or off. It's like a fire, and once
it's lit you can't put it out no matter how much you might want to. And
even if we could, if I did, it might never light again.
HARPER: All right. Well, what about you, then? Just let me get you out
BRENDAN: That's the thing, cousin. I'm part of the fire. I need to be.
HARPER: You kick some butt out there.
According to my captains, we've rounded up almost ninety percent of our
HUNT: Unfortunately, only half of them can still fight.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: The Dragan fleet is closing.
BEKA: Er, Dylan? Now would be the time for one of those crazy,
desperate, this just might work ideas.
HUNT: Well, I've got one. I was just hoping I wouldn't have to use it.
ELSSBETT: How about sharing your thoughts with your loyal allies?
HUNT: I've got a better idea. We'll do a demonstration, from the finest
slipstream pilot in the known worlds.
BEKA: Oh. Oh, that'd be me.
HUNT: Set a course for Coolidge system.
ELSSBETT: The system where we were ambushed?
HOLO-ROMMIE: Dylan, that system is completely unnavigable. When the
Dragans fired their slipstream cores, they collapsed slipstream into
normal space. Flying through there would be like diving into a
hurricane. We'd be torn to shreds unless we did it perfectly.
HUNT: Well, that is where Beka comes in.
BEKA: You know, I think I changed my mind about this whole crazy
ELSSBETT: This is idiotic. For your plan to work, every ship in the
fleet would have to navigate the vortices on their own. They're not all
blessed with a Beka Valentine.
HUNT: Luckily, we only need one. We'll fly in fleet formation. Keep
within a few thousand kilometres of each other to minimize lag-time.
We'll slave the other ships' navigational systems to Andromeda's and
let Beka pilot them all.
ELSSBETT: Which means if she makes a mistake, every ship in the fleet
BEKA: Note to self. Don't screw up.
is getting smaller on the screen.)
HARPER: Goodbye again.
is weaving through the system.)
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Cuatemoc is hailing us.
HUNT: Put him through.
CUATEMOC [on viewscreen]: Argosy fleet formation. Interesting
historical reenactment, for all the good it'll do. We can still follow
ELSSBETT: Anything to escape your wife?
HUNT: You are welcome to follow us, Admiral. In fact, I encourage it.
Or at least I encourage you to try. Beka, course laid in for Coolidge?
BEKA: You bet you.
CUATEMOC [on viewscreen]: Coolidge? Impossible. You'll be torn to
shreds. Trying to run through there is suicide.
HUNT: You didn't talk to Cuchulain about me before you had him
executed, did you? No? Well that's too bad. I wonder who's next in
(They go into slipstream.)
BEKA: Come on, Valentine, you can do it. You can do it.
(And out again, with the fleet still behind them.)
HUNT: You did it.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Dylan, we're clear of the vortex. The entire allied fleet
made it through intact, and there's no sign of the Dragans.
ELSSBETT: I'm very impressed.
BEKA: Aw. Forced to reevaluate your opinion of a human?
ELSSBETT: Before you begin your little celebration, may I remind you
that we lost?
HUNT: Now you see, there is where you're wrong. We came together, we
tested our new Allied fleet in battle against the most powerful
military in the known universe, and we got away in one piece. See, I
would call that victory. Beka, set a course for Earth.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Dylan, I've just intercepted a message from Dilegos Drift.
Earth has already risen up and the Dragans crushed the rebellion. We're
Eureka Maru returns to the Andromeda. Harper is staring into space and
twirling his tin whistle.)
HUNT: Mister Harper.
HARPER: I could use a little privacy right now, if you don't mind.
HUNT: I understand. But I thought you'd want to see this. It's a
transmission from Earth. Copies of it are popping up all over Dragan
BRENDAN [on flexi]: The Dragans call us kludges. They call us mutts and
mules, as if we're the genetic mistakes because we're only human. Well,
now we've shown them what we humans can do. We kludges, we mutts, we
mules. And we're
going to keep showing them. Today, tomorrow, and every day until Earth
is free. Today is like no other day. Today, we are cousins all. Today,
we reclaim Earth for humanity. This is Bunker Hill, signing off.
HUNT: They're rising up, Harper. Slave worlds all over the Dragan
empire are getting this recording, and they're rising in revolt, all
because of Brendan.
HARPER: So you're telling me it was worth it, even if my cousin's dead?
HUNT: Either way, he won. And so did you.