It matters little how we die,
so long as we die better men than we
imagined we could be --
and no worse than we feared.
Drago Museveni C.Y. 8451
note - straight clips have the episode name on them, new versions of
existing scenes are prefixed Alternate.
is in orbit of a planet. Harper is pushing a cryounit along. We can see
the late High Guard Commander Gaheris Rhade is in it.)
HARPER: Dead man walkin'. Dead man walkin'. Walkin' the mile, walkin'
the mile. For your consideration, boss, one corpse.
(Harper opens the unit.)
HUNT: Gaheris Rhade.
HARPER: Aside from the, er, hole in the chest, a little bit of freezer
burn, and the fact that he's kind of creepy, he's in pretty good shape,
given that he's been stored down here for almost three years.
HUNT: Good. The Rhade family may want to view the body before they bury
HARPER: I got to hand it to you, boss. You're quite a boy scout. I
don't know that I'd be handing over his cadaver so quick for a hero's
burial. I mean, this is the guy that tried to kill you, right?
(Hunt remembers that fateful slow motion pair of leaps in Under The
Night, when he killed Rhade.)
HARPER: What? Us standing here over a dead Nietzschean on ice? Yeah,
it's strange, but it's also
kind of nice, isn't it?
HUNT: No, no. It's the, er, scar. I don't remember it.
(A bright red scar on the back of Rhade's right hand.)
HARPER: Huh. Well, maybe you never noticed it before.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Dylan, Admiral Telemachus Rhade and the Terazed
delegation are now on approach for landing.
HUNT: Acknowledged. Tell them that I'll
(Wibbly dimension shifting effects, and a second Andromeda flies away
from the first.)
Enter Gaheris Rhade, as the tesseract machine is active.)
RHADE: Andromeda, I've found the tesseract machine. I'm about to
(Wibbly flash. Trance and Beka appear.)
TRANCE: I wouldn't do that if I were you.
RHADE: Beka, who the hell is this?
TRANCE: I'm Trance. And I've come here to tell you that if you destroy
this machine, your mission and all that you have done to further it
will have been for nothing.
BEKA: I think you should listen to her.
RHADE: I've got a man about to die and a ship tearing itself apart
because of this machine. Do better.
TRANCE: Then remember. Remember why this happened. How you got here.
The Night - Command]
I'm detecting over ten thousand enemy vessels.
ANDROMEDA: Five hundred are already within combat radius. All of them
appear to be of Nietzschean design.
DAWN: Ten thousand ships? It must have taken years to gather a force
RHADE: Sir, I recommend we deploy Nova bombs.
HUNT: This system is inhabited! I will not use strategic weapons, no
matter how many ships we're up against.
RHADE: As you wish.
(A few moments later.)
RHADE: Given the circumstances, I should be confined to the brig, along
with the other Nietzscheans in the crew.
HUNT: Are you telling me I can't trust you?
RHADE: I'm saying you can't afford to take any chances.
(Later - Rhade enters.)
HUNT: Rotate ship to compensate
(Rhade kills Reflections of Dawn, then Dylan Hunt.)
What have you done?
RHADE: I tried to warn him.
HOLO-ROMMIE: So did I, but your sabotage proved quite effective.
Unfortunately for you, it had another effect.
RHADE: The black hole.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Approaching the event horizon in three, two, one.
(Time stands still for three hundred years, then the Eureka Maru turns
up to pull them out of the event horizon with her bucky cables.)
RHADE: Andromeda, report.
(Holo-Rommie purses her lips and stays quiet.)
RHADE: You may not like what I've done.
HOLO-ROMMIE: What you've done is betray your oath and murder your
RHADE: I am the senior officer aboard and you're my AI.
HOLO-ROMMIE: You've seized this ship without authorisation. I refuse to
acknowledge your commands.
RHADE: Report or be erased. I'm in command.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Fine, Commander. We're on an escape trajectory from the
black hole's gravity well, but there's no sign of the Nietzschean fleet
or our escape pods. And we've experienced more severe time dilations
from the black hole than I anticipated.
RHADE: How severe?
HOLO-ROMMIE: We were trapped for over three hundred years. And by the
way, we're being boarded.
(A monitor shows 5 images - Purple Trance, Gerentex, Harper, Rev Bem
and Beka, before switching to the iconic image of Tyr and his honking
big gun and mercenaries.)
RHADE: Looks like some sort of ragtag team under command of that
Nightsider. Four of them are not a threat.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Not even the Magog?
RHADE: He looks like a monk. He and his friends we'll interrogate
later. The rest we eliminate.
HOLO-ROMMIE: What about the Nietzschean?
RHADE: I'll deal with him.
HOLO-ROMMIE: You've certainly got your hands full.
RHADE: Look, I'll make you a deal. If our boarders are from the
Commonwealth, I'll surrender.
HOLO-ROMMIE: And if the Nietzscheans won the war?
RHADE: Then I'll give you a choice.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Then you know what my answer will be.
An Affirming Flame, Harper finds the flexi he wants.)
HARPER: All right.
(Rhade knocks Harper down.)
RHADE: Wandering all alone on a High Guard starship. You're a brave
HARPER: We saw her first. Open salvage. Finder's keepers.
(Rhade pistol whips Harper with his forcelance.)
RHADE: Salvage. The Commonwealth sent you.
HARPER: Commonwealth? Wait a minute. You're with the original crew,
right? You got stuck in time, didn't you? Oh, man, I got news for you,
pal. There is no Commonwealth. There hasn't been a Commonwealth for
over three hundred years.
RHADE: Then this is a Nietzschean empire.
HARPER: Nietzschean empire? Please, stop, you're killing' me. (another
hit.) Ah! Stop it, you're
Brexos, link up with Varasteya on Deck Four and fall back to Cargo Bay
Three. We'll regroup and (there's static) Brexos? Brexos!
RHADE [OC]: Your friends won't answer you. They're dead. The
TYR: Friends? What would make you think they were my friends?
RHADE [OC]: Well done. Maybe not everyone in this future is inferior
TYR: If you were going to kill me, you would have done so already.
Let's have a look at you.
(Rhade steps out and displays his boneblades.)
RHADE: I kept you alive because you'll help me save the universe.
[OC]: Mission log, day sixty two. While the crew of the Eureka Maru
lack military discipline, recruiting them has worked out better than I
(A photograph of Hunt and Rhade in a frame, )
HARPER: Okay, so after a mountain of work, a few trips into the VR
matrix, and countless mind-numbing detours into the ins and outs of
game theory, finally I just threw the book out and downloaded the whole
damn thing. Add a little artificial intelligence and I finally cooked
up that Go partner for you, Chief.
RHADE: Show me.
(Rhade sits at what we can assume is Hunt's 3D Go board.)
(Harper switches on Holo-Hunt.)
HOLO-HUNT: Hey, Gaheris. Up for a game today?
HARPER: Huh? You give me a corpse from down in deep freeze, and I give
you a worthy Go partner with all the knowledge and memories I could,
uh, dig up or extrapolate. You're kind of creepy, you know that? If you
ask me, which you didn't, so here you go.
(Harper hands over the remote control unit and leaves. Rhade turns
HOLO-ROMMIE: For a man who killed his captain and best friend without
saying a word, you certainly seem reluctant to let him go.
RHADE: I did what I had to do.
HOLO-ROMMIE: For what? For the Commonwealth? The glory of the
Nietzschean people? Look around you, Commander. You killed him for
TRANCE [OC]: Prepare to enter slipstream.
Dark, Demon Bright Command]
Trance is piloting Andromeda through slipstream.)
TRANCE: Look out!
(Andromeda exits slipstream slightly sideways, with energy flickering
over the hull.)
Angel Dark, Demon Bright - Rhade's quarters]
What the hell have you people done to my ship?
HOLO-ROMMIE: We're in the Witchhead Nebula. According to the Maru's
historical records, it's the site of the last major battle between the
High Guard and the Nietzschean alliance. Both sides battled it out to
mutual annihilation, leaving a power vacuum that paved the way for
three centuries of chaos.
RHADE: Interesting, but irrelevant. Have Beka head to the nearest
slip-point. We leave as soon as repairs are complete.
HOLO-ROMMIE: I'm detecting another ship in the nebula. It's one of
ours. The Renewed Valour.
RHADE: Yazgar's ship, in our timeframe. That's impossible.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Impossible though it may be, she's hailing us.
RHADE: Maintain radio silence.
HOLO-ROMMIE: You may wish to reconsider when you see the message she's
YAZGAR [on monitor]: Admiral Stark has ordered every remaining High
Guard ship to assemble here. In two days, we're heading straight for
Fountainhead, to take out the Nietzschean homeworld.
RHADE: They're not in our timeframe. We're in theirs. Somehow we've
gone back in time.
HOLO-ROMMIE: To less than forty eight hours before the Battle of
Witchhead. And we're stuck right in the middle of it.
Angel Dark, Demon Bright corridor]
course of action is obvious. Help the Nietzscheans. Restore the
universe to order.
BEKA: So everyone can live under Nietzschean jackboots for the next
three hundred years? No offense, captain.
HOLO-ROMMIE: What you're both forgetting is that it may not matter what
we do. Some theories of time travel assert that there is one fixed
timeline, which once fixed can never be changed.
RHADE: A man makes his own fate.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Well, even if history is endlessly mutable, Commander,
there's no guarantee that our actions, whatever they may be, won't make
TYR: Speculating on physics is pointless.
TYR: Our own actions are all we can control.
RHADE: Indeed. Then our next action will be to leave Witchhead and
return to our own time. Immediately.
All systems are back online, even without Harper's help. Beka and
Trance think they can retrace her route and return us to our point of
origin. We're ready to go.
RHADE: Finally. Prepare for slipstream. But first, send a message to
the Renewed Valour. Tell her her orders have changed. She's to follow
us into slipstream to a new rally point.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Are you asking me to lie to fellow High Guard officers?
RHADE: I'm asking you to save their lives. One more ship here won't
make a difference, but in the future.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Dylan and Yazgar were close. Difficult questions will be
asked. Is that what you want?
RHADE: What I want is to make sure that no more of my friends die in
Angel Dark, Demon Bright Corridor]
[OC]: The Renewed Valour is setting a new course. Congratulations,
Captain, it looks like they bought it. Wait. A new slipstream event.
RHADE: On screen.
ANDROMEDA: Hundreds of Nietzschean ships are targeting the Valour.
RHADE: Set a course to intercept.
(But the wall monitor shows the Valour getting destroyed.)
RHADE: Another dead friend.
HOLO-ROMMIE: There's more. The Maru's historical records indicate a
fleet of five hundred Nietzschean ships fought at Witchhead. I'm
detecting over fifteen hundred Nietzschean ships in the nebula. With a
fleet this size
RHADE: The High Guard doesn't stand a chance.
game of 3D Go.)
HOLO-HUNT: Pondering your next move? Ponder faster, I'm getting bored.
RHADE: I think Harper built you too well.
HOLO-HUNT: You're agonizing over a moral choice which you know is
RHADE: You know about the Nietzschean fleet?
HOLO-HUNT: You're a hell of a Go player, Gaheris, but you're not much
of a strategist.
RHADE: Then enlighten me.
HOLO-HUNT: You think saving the Nietzscheans might mean less chaos and
fewer deaths in the long run, but you're wrong. The Nietzscheans'
problem was never the size of their fleets. A bigger armada just means
more blood, more death, and more destruction when they inevitably turn
on one another. You have the means to prevent that. Harper can build it
for you. You just have to decide to use it.
RHADE: You're advising me to massacre my own people.
HOLO-HUNT: I'm not advising you to do anything. I'm just playing a
game. It's your move.
Look, an AP fusion catalyst isn't exactly a precise weapon, you know?
going to work with the fleet scattered halfway across the nebula.
Unless you can get 'em all to line up nicely to be incinerated.
RHADE: I'll see what I can do.
HARPER: What? You're serious.
RHADE: Just get the catalyst working. You do your job, I'll do mine.
[OC]: The Nietzschean fleet has moved within range.
RHADE: Press the attack. Catalyst on standby.
Angel Dark, Demon Bright Command]
Andromeda swoops through the fleet towards the nebula.)
BEM [OC]: The Nietzschean ships are in position.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Captain? Captain!
(Rhade can't watch as they ignite the nebula and run away from the
RHADE: Beka, best speed to nearest slip point. Get us out of here.
RHADE: You wanted something?
TYR: Only to ask you how it must feel to go down in history as the
greatest butcher of the Nietzschean people that ever lived. Who could
have ever guessed that the Angel of Death that struck down the
Nietzschean Alliance was one of our own?
RHADE: It's funny how things work out.
TYR: You find betraying our people, all our people! funny?
RHADE: Our people? Our people were meant to be living gods. Warrior
poets who roamed the stars bringing civilisation. Not cowards and
bullies who prey on the weak and kill each other for sport. I never
imagined they'd prove themselves so inferior. I didn't betray our
people. They betrayed themselves. You know this better than anyone.
RHADE: Mission log, day four oh one. To date, my efforts to restore
order to the known worlds have returned less than optimal results.
HOLO-HUNT: Oh, less than optimal. You've always had a way with words,
RHADE: Are you saying I talk too much? Maybe so, but I still win.
HOLO-HUNT: At least you're honest with yourself.
RHADE: Of course I am. The only way for a Nietzschean to improve
himself is to engage in continual self-assessment.
HOLO-HUNT: For example?
RHADE: The Magog threat, for one.
Hour Come Round at Last Command]
[on viewscreen]: They're worlds. Twenty of them joined into some kind
of structure. Those worlds. They're hollow. And they're full of Magog.
Trillions of them.
One would think that that would be enough to convince the doubters that
they need a strong, organized, central government with an adequate
HOLO-HUNT: I see. It's all about politics.
RHADE: Everything's about politics.
HOLO-HUNT: Everything? Friends? Family?
RHADE: Everything. Besides, what's left of my family is hardly worth
HOLO-HUNT: Ah, your Pride.
RHADE: The entire Nietzschean race.
HOLO-HUNT: You will need them, you know. You can't expect to impose
civilisation on the known worlds without their support.
RHADE: They've offered. I said no.
HOLO-HUNT: Of course you did. It's because you don't trust them.
RHADE: I trust them to be Nietzscheans. And Bolivar hasn't disappointed
me. He's blackmailing leaders of potential member worlds, making them
reluctant to sign on. Nietzscheans used to say we act out of
enlightened self-interest. The problem with Bolivar and his ilk is that
they've forgotten the most important word. Enlightened.
HOLO-HUNT: And yet you let Tyr stay here where he can do you the most
RHADE: You know the old saying. Keep your friends close, keep your
enemies under constant surveillance.
HOLO-HUNT: How constant? Tyr stole the bones of Drago Museveni from the
RHADE: Yes, and stowed them in storage area fifteen. The Dragans are
still trying to get them back.
HOLO-HUNT: They caught you with your pants down.
RHADE: No. Tyr's a Nietzschean and a Kodiak. I find his actions utterly
HOLO-HUNT: But if you keep the bones here, you might as well paint a
target on this ship.
RHADE: There is already a target on the ship, and Tyr's holding the
HOLO-HUNT: Then you'll have to deal with him.
RHADE: And I mean to.
(Later, Beka enters.)
BEKA: You wanted to see me?
RHADE: I think you know what this is about.
BEKA: Tyr. I don't know, Gaheris.
RHADE: You think the timing is wrong?
BEKA: No, this. This is wrong. This is not what I signed on for. Things
are not what I thought they'd be. Things I can't get out of my head.
Things I can't tell myself are okay.
RHADE: Like what?
BEKA: Like Acheron, when I took off after that stray cargo ship.
Salus Victus - Eureka Maru]
[on monitor: It's time.
BEKA: Yeah. I figured.
QUECHUA [on monitor]: I've enjoyed talking to you, Beka. I won't insult
you by asking for your surrender.
(Beka heads for the cockpit and takes the controls.)
QUECHUA [OC]: If you want, I can relay any last messages you have for
your friends or family. Is there anything that you'd like to say to
(Fire Control On Line)
BEKA: I'm sorry.
(Quechua's ship goes KaBOOM.)
She was trying to kill you. You didn't have a choice.
BEKA: That's exactly the problem. I guess what I'm trying to tell you
is, I can't do this anymore.
RHADE: You're leaving.
BEKA: I need to go someplace I can clear my head. Someplace that isn't
RHADE: I understand.
BEKA: Do you?
RHADE: I learned the hard way you shouldn't cling to things you can't
(Beka kisses Rhade.)
BEKA: See you around the universe.
is wearing his Magog egg suppressant inhaler.)
HARPER: Come on, don't think of it as losing a girlfriend. Think of it
as, er, opening up a spot on your dance card flexi. Besides, you always
got me and Trance.
RHADE: You think Beka and Rev will be all right on their own?
HARPER: Please. No offence, Mister Self Involved, but, they were okay
before we met you. I think it's a pretty good bet they'll be okay now.
RHADE: So what's your excuse?
HARPER: What, are you kidding? Er, the only shot I got at evicting my
little tenants is right here. Besides, you're the only guy I know who
hates Nietzscheans more than I do.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Captain, it's Tyr. He's making his move.
(Tyr tosses a throwing star at Rhade, which cuts the back of his right
hand, then tries to rush him, but his feet are nearly stuck to the
RHADE: The gravity beats your feet strong enough to hold an Umbrite.
You're going nowhere.
TYR: And that hand will always have a scar.
(Rhade shoots Tyr, killing him.)
RHADE: I'm sorry.
You can't win every game.
RHADE: Maybe not. That doesn't mean you simply admit defeat.
HOLO-HUNT: Well, there's admitting defeat and then there's accepting
the inevitable. You've been losing a lot in the last month. If I didn't
RHADE: Nothing's changed.
HOLO-HUNT: Things have changed. Tyr, Beka, Rev Bem? And now you've
started to lose worlds.
RHADE: You can lead a Nightsider to water, but you can't make him
spawn. And I've got all the crew I need.
HOLO-ROMMIE: That may not be true for very long, Captain. Harper's
Magog eggs are hatching. He's calm right now, but he has one request.
He's convinced the Perseids have something that can help him.
RHADE: We're going to Sinti.
So you want to remove the larvae by folding space?
HOHNE: Alice strings and tesseracts. Astounding. If we can work out the
specifics of this technology, we should be able to literally mold space
and time to our will.
HARPER: Yeah that's the general idea. Frankly though I'll be happy if
we can just extract my unwanted guests.
came as soon as I heard.
RHADE: Harper's like your family. If there's one thing a Nietzschean
understands, it's loyalty. I miss you, Beka.
BEKA: Gaheris, please don't think this means I plan to stay.
RHADE: It doesn't matter if you stay. You're here right now.
BEKA: I think about you. A lot. But this thing between us can't work.
RHADE: Story of my life.
(Rhade walks around the corner into a distortion. He sees two crewmen
from before the Fall.)
RHADE: Thompson! Stam!
RHADE: Thompson. Stam!
HOLO-ROMMIE: Captain? What are you doing here?
RHADE: This isn't deck ten?
HOLO-ROMMIE: Deck nineteen. One minute you were on deck nine, the next
you were two hundred metres away.
RHADE: I saw our crew, our original crew, on the ship.
Tell me you got it all figured out.
HOHNE: Not all, but we've made a good start.
HARPER: You want to add a photonic resonator?
HOHNE: We need it to maintain absolute control of the string rotations.
HARPER: Ah ha. Because otherwise we'd end up playing Alice String
roulette in the key of F. This may actually work.
HOHNE: I must say, two years ago, if you'd have told me that someday
I'd develop a cutting edge application of string theory with a human
from Earth, I'd have think it as likely as a Borillian meteor shower.
HARPER: All right, all right. Look, the two of you at least pretend
you're not having so much fun, okay? Remember, my life is hanging by a
comes out of a distortion.)
RHADE: Andromeda, Harper on screen. Talk to me. What is this?
HARPER [on monitor]: Er, well, as far as the chinheads and I can
figure, the present weirdness we're experiencing is a tiny, little,
unintentional side effect of the tesseract machine.
RHADE: Fine. Fix it.
HARPER: I wish I could, boss, er, Captain. Believe me. But, uh, I don't
think we can. See the effects seem to
sort of be coming from the future. Because the machine isn't exactly
finished yet and it's building itself.
RHADE: Then make it stop. Rhade out.
gone through a distortion and ended up here.)
HOHNE: Oh dear. This is all my fault. I never imagined the tesseract
machine's side effects would be so disruptive.
HARPER: I just wish I knew what we did wrong.
REKEEB: Not did. Will do. These events are emanating from the future.
HARPER: You're right. Argh!
HOHNE: Oh dear.
HARPER: I wish you'd stop saying that.
Let me guess. Cut and paste ship.
HOLO-ROMMIE: Try cut and paste universe. Time and space are coming
apart at the seams, and the effects are not confined to this ship. I'm
getting reports of tesseract effects from Sinti, and if we can't stop
them, they'll tear the planet apart.
HOLO-HUNT: The Perseids are the one ally you've been able to count on
since day one. You can't let that happen.
BEKA [on monitor]: Gaheris? I know I'm not your favourite person right
now, but did you really have to sic the entire Kalderan army on me?
RHADE: Beka! What the hell?
BEKA: I got to go. They, what the?
BEKA: Trance, you will never guess who I just met.
PURPLE TRANCE: A scary futuristic version of yourself? She went that
(A dead Kalderan falls at their feet.)
GOLD TRANCE: Behind you!
(They sway apart and she shoots through the gap.)
GOLD TRANCE: Beka. I forgot how beautiful you were.
BEKA: Er, thanks.
PURPLE TRANCE: You're me, from the future.
GOLD TRANCE: More or less.
PURPLE TRANCE: Did everything turn out the way it was supposed to?
GOLD TRANCE: No. Things are bad and they're getting worse. I made a lot
PURPLE TRANCE: So are we going to lose?
GOLD TRANCE: At best, we are not going to win. You know what we have to
PURPLE TRANCE: Is it the only way?
GOLD TRANCE: There is one perfect possible future, but I have not seen
BEKA: Er, could someone provide me with a translation, please?
PURPLE TRANCE: Beka, I have to go. But don't worry, I'm not really
leaving. I'm just changing. Everything will be okay, you'll see.
(Purple Trance walks away and vanishes. Gold Trance stays.)
Andromeda, I've found the tesseract machine. I'm about to destroy it.
(Gold Trance and Beka arrive via distortion.)
TRANCE: I wouldn't do that if I were you.
RHADE: Beka, who the hell is this?
TRANCE: I'm Trance, and I have come here to tell you that if you
destroy that machine, your mission and everything you have done to
further, it will have been for nothing. Your mission is failing,
RHADE: I've had some setbacks, it's true. But I don't believe in
TRANCE: That is why we thought you were the one. The one to restore the
Commonwealth. Forge civilisation where anarchy once ruled. Lead our
armies into the battle to come.
RHADE: But you don't believe that anymore?
TRANCE: No. I have seen the future, Captain. I've lived it. I know what
happens. Your life can still mean something. You still have
contributions to make, but you are not the one.
RHADE: Then who is?
TRANCE: I think you know who.
TRANCE: Right here, right now, you have a very unique opportunity to
reshape the entire universe according to your own will. And this
opportunity is never going to come to you again.
RHADE: You can't know that. I can still do this. I can still rebuild
what I helped to destroy.
TRANCE: With no friends, no allies. Even as we speak, Harper and the
Perseids are on their way to the machine shop, and one of them is not
going to make it.
Ouroboros Slipstream core]
is trying to hold onto Hohne, who fell over the railing.)
HARPER: Hang on! Don't! No, don't! Rhade'll kill me! Come on. No!
(Hohne's hand slips out of Harpers, and he falls.)
Andromeda. Status of Harper and the Perseids.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: In the slipstream core. Harper and Rekeeb are safe, but
Chief Technical Director Hohne has fallen to his death.
RHADE: Understood. Are you doing this?
TRANCE: No. It's just the universe. It is what it is, and you're the
only one who can change that.
BEKA: No pressure.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Captain, more reports from Sinti. The planet's crust is
literally crumbling apart from the tesseract effect. The Perseids have
begun a massive evacuation, but I doubt they can finish it in time.
TRANCE: Trust me, Captain, please. Let me help you create the future
that you wished for when you killed your best friend. Let me help you
RHADE: I don't suppose you have any witty, but only marginally helpful,
bon mots to offer?
BEKA: No. I wish I did.
RHADE: Me too.
BEKA: But Gaheris, I have to tell you. Too weird not to be true. And
the situation's too desperate for you not to try. You said you wanted
to fix what you helped destroy. I guess what you have to ask yourself
is how badly do you want that? Badly enough to kill for? Badly enough?
RHADE: Badly enough. History will judge me a traitor for what I'm about
to do. But if he fails, if Dylan fails, imagine how they'll judge him.
TRANCE: With silence.
(Rhade kisses Beka.)
RHADE: See you around the universe.
(Rhade and Trance vanish in a distortion.)
the Under The Night timeline.)
RHADE: Are we?
TRANCE: Yes. Hephaestus, on a parabolic mission towards the black hole.
It's the eve of the Nietzschean uprising.
RHADE: I remember. So much has happened. There's so much for him to
understand. So much for him to know.
(Trance kisses Rhade on the cheek.)
TRANCE: Make sure that he does. It's up to you now.
(Trance disappears. Rhade walks off and meets his younger self.)
(Rhade kills his other self and takes his uniform.
The Night Command]
Rotate ship to compensate.
(Rhade kills Reflections of Dawn, then starts the fight with Hunt.)
RHADE: I tried to warn you.
HUNT: What are you doing?
RHADE: Ensuring the survival of my people. The Commonwealth is weak. It
bargains with its enemies, it compromises. My people are engineered to
be perfect, and the Commonwealth is no place for the strong. You have
sown the wind. You shall reap the whirlwind.
HUNT: You know what your problem is, Rhade? You talk too much.
(Hunt slides his overloading forcelance towards Rhade. It explodes.
They go hand to hand for a while.)
RHADE: Give up. You can't win.
(Time starts to slow down.)
HUNT: I told you before. Pessimism is not a survival trait.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Time dilation is increasing.
(They get to forcelances. Rhade fires and misses. They both do the slow
motion jumps, and Hunt shoots Rhade. Three hundred years later, time
starts up again.)
HUNT: Gaheris, what have you done?
RHADE: I'm proud of you. You should be.
(Rhade dies, and the second Andromeda rejoins the first in orbit around
distortion effect passes.)
HARPER: Weird. I almost feel like I know the guy. Must be the er,
cryo-fumes getting to my head, huh?
HARPER: I'll tell you what, though. It's a good thing for him I didn't
know him. Anybody who'd try to kill his own best friend, good riddance!
HUNT: It's not that simple. It was never about me. The truth is, I'll
never know why Gaheris did what he did. But I'd like to think that he
had the best intentions.
HARPER: Yeah? Well good intentions, hell. You draw the map. He got what
HUNT: It's not for you or me to judge. All I know is, every man is the
hero of his own story. Even Gaheris Rhade.