"We all wear the twin masks of emotion,
Happy or sad, haunted or hunted,
You choose the mask, you choose the risk.
You choose your own poison."
Last words of Plethe the Pirate CY 3902
Andromeda Ascendant is bouncing off the sides of the slipstream.)
HUNT: The slipstream is collapsing. Drop us out before we tear apart.
BEKA: No, no, I can hold it.
(Hunt gets thrown to the floor.)
BEKA: I'm dropping us out now. Hang on, this is going to be rough.
HUNT: Thank you.
(They emerge into a boiling area of space.)
TYR: Well, now. The Prolon system. No wonder slipstream collapsed.
BEKA: What's with the Prolon system?
ROMMIE: Well, for one thing, it's a system wide navigational nightmare.
I'm picking up transient solar clusters and serious gravitational rip
tides. And we're enveloped in it.
TYR: Until you meet the locals. A veritable who's who of the dangerous
and the moronic who cull their cumulative livelihood accepting the
hazardous waste of other systems. I strongly suggest we avoid these
HUNT: I love a good suggestion. Beka, take us out with standard engines
and try not to bump into anything.
BEKA: Ha, ha. And forget it. Our nav systems can't see through the
radioactive waste. I have no idea which way is out.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: I'm picking up a hibernation capsule
traveling at a substantial velocity. One occupant, distress signal
disarmed. It's being chased by three armed ships.
TYR: So our trip through the looking glass begins.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: There's a window in the capsule.
(It's a beautiful woman clad in leather off-cuts laced together.)
HUNT: Perhaps we should attempt a rescue.
TYR: What a surprise.
(The Andromeda is shaken.)
HUNT: Battle stations.
ROMMIE: I've been hit by some kind of corrosive material. Hull breach
on deck twelve. Deck eleven.
HUNT: That fast?
TYR: Arming forward bays.
ROMMIE: Dylan, we're floating in an ocean of unstable material. Just
one of our missiles could chain ignite the entire system.
HUNT: Us included. Tyr, back off.
BEKA: What are they shooting at us?
ROMMIE: Their weaponry consists of the very same toxic waste that
surrounds them, balled up into missile form.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: There are four point nine metric tons of
highly concentrated corrosive waste directly above Command.
(A ceiling plate dissolves and luminous green sludge starts to drop in.
Beka gets out of the way just before it lands on the pilot's console.)
HUNT: Andromeda, adjust ship's pressure to isolate the breaches.
BEKA: Yeah, don't worry about me. I'm good.
ROMMIE: Hull rupture in twenty seven seconds.
HUNT: And when I thought our sleeping beauty needed rescuing.
TYR: Might I suggest we retire to auxiliary control on another deck?
HUNT: If five tons of that comes through Command, it won't make any
ROMMIE: Hull rupture in fifteen seconds.
HUNT: Rommie, reverse the artificial gravity on the decks above us.
ROMMIE: Reversing grav. And maintaining standard gravity on Command
(Up goes the green goo.)
HUNT: That was simple.
ROMMIE: If they shoot again, the effects will be worse. The corrosion
has a cumulative effect.
HUNT: Where are those other three ships?
ROMMIE: They're still racing us to get to that capsule.
HUNT: We scoop her up first, they'll back off.
ROMMIE: Another hull breach on deck eighteen.
BEKA: Twenty kilometres to the capsule.
TYR: All three ships are re-arming.
BEKA: Ten kilometres to the capsule. Five. Got her.
ROMMIE: Incoming communiqué from one of the pursuing ships.
HUNT: Of course.
CONSUL [on viewscreen]: This is the Consulate for the Royal House of
Prolon. You will hand over our escape capsule immediately. You have
taken aboard a member of the Royal House of Prolon. If you do not hand
her over to us, we will resume firing.
HUNT: And, and destroy her in the process? No, I don't think so.
Listen, why don't you lower your weapon arrays and
CONSUL [on viewscreen]: Give us our princess. We will not wait long for
HUNT: Everywhere we go, friendly people.
ROMMIE: Accessing their royal computer. Princess Tura, the most popular
member of the royal family, beloved by millions. Disappeared as a child
during a violent revolution, assumed dead. She resurfaced one year ago
in a convent.
HUNT: How dramatic. Trance, take our princess to Med deck. I'll meet
TRANCE [OC]: Aye, aye.
HUNT: Tyr, what do you think? Where is Tyr?
ROMMIE: On his way to his quarters.
answer is no.
HUNT: Of course it is. I just came here to find out why.
TYR: Because the Prolon people are the most gullible, unenlightened
HUNT: Rommie tells me these people more impoverished than anything
else. And desperate people are easily swayed by their authority
TYR: The Prolons want to believe in something, anything, so badly,
they'll make authority figures out of anyone, clinging to one belief
system after another. No.
HUNT: So are you telling me I should send Harper?
(Tyr shuts the door in Hunt's face.)
ANDROMEDA [on monitor]: Dylan, the Prolon Royal delegation is
requesting permission to come aboard and see their princess. If you
agree, they will stand down their weaponry.
TYR: And I'll tell you another thing. No one is who they seem to be.
They are a confederacy of idiots awash in a garbage system. They even
shoot lethal garbage at each other. That's what hit us. That's all they
HUNT: The bottom line is our navigation systems are useless in this
place. We may need these people to get out of here, and I could use
TYR: But if you remember, I suggested leaving the moment we arrived.
HUNT: Ah ha, but if you remember, I actually agreed with you for the
first time, and we couldn't leave. Don't you appreciate the tragic
irony in that, Tyr?
TYR: Thank you so much for stopping by.
(And closes the door again.)
HUNT: Andromeda, let them board, unarmed, but monitor them as if they
This outdated Prolon tech is making it difficult to bring her out.
She's in a self-induced coma state. How did she expect anyone to find
HUNT: I have a feeling her Highness didn't want to be found.
(Rommie escorts in the Consul and his entourage.)
CONSUL: Request permission to address her Majesty.
HUNT: Is she okay to talk?
TRANCE: Yes, she's fine.
HUNT: Of course.
CONSUL: Your Highness.
(The Princess begins to wake, so the Consul and the other Prolons fall
to their knees.)
TURA: Mmm. Who has rescued me?
HUNT: I have, your Highness. I'm Captain Dylan Hunt.
(The Princess slaps the Captain.)
TURA: You may all rise.
CONSUL: Your Highness, we've been searching for days. Why were you on
that escape vessel?
TURA: Consul, does your job entail questioning my actions?
CONSUL: No, your Highness. But your Highness, why are you
(He prostrates himself.)
CONSUL: Wearing those clothes?
TURA: Where am I now?
HUNT: You're on board the Andromeda Ascendant. Did you want to slap me
CONSUL: Your Highness?
(The Consul gets to his feet.)
CONSUL: He engaged three destroyers to steal your escape vessel.
HUNT: Well, hold on. That's not exactly true.
TURA: You plucked me from space under fire?
HUNT: Well, under fire wasn't my idea.
CONSUL: Your Highness, we must get you back to your vessel now.
HUNT: She leaves here of her own free will, okay, pal?
TURA: What are you doing in Prolon system, Captain?
HUNT: We're trying to find a way out. You see, we had to abort
slipstream, and, well, your Prolon environment makes our navigational
TURA: Our crews navigate by sight, which requires an intimate
familiarity of the Prolon surroundings. I would be happy to escort you.
HUNT: That would be lovely.
Your AI has been watching me like a hawk.
HUNT: Security is her favourite pastime.
TURA: I'm subjected to security every waking moment.
HUNT: You know, your Highness, if we take a sharp right at the next
corner, we might be able to escape the scrutiny of your entourage.
TURA: That would be lovely.
HUNT: Rommie, full security mode, deck nineteen.
CONSUL: Your Highness!
ROMMIE: Aye, Captain.
Wow. Now the real tour begins.
HUNT: Fair enough, but we're going to have to be frank with each other.
TURA: Okay, you be Frank, I'll be Francesca.
HUNT: You were trying to escape from your own subjects.
TURA: Don't you ever get bored, want to try something new? Don't you
get tired of the same old crew day after day?
HUNT: So, where were you heading, and why?
TURA: I could tell you that, but then I'd have to sleep with you.
HUNT: I wonder what I'm going to find when I scan your DNA.
TURA: Will I have to take my clothes off?
HUNT: Okay, Princess Tura, or whoever you are. I
TURA: Please, call me Francesca.
TURA: Look, a long time ago I had a chance to get ahead in this
galactic backwater, and I took it.
HUNT: By impersonating a dead princess?
TURA: She's not dead. Listen, do you have something against living the
good life? I mean, so what? It cost me a little white lie? Look, I
don't have any power.
The royal family controls everything.
HUNT: You know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking that your game is over.
TURA: Not yet. You see, my subjects believe that I can somehow single
handedly guide them to some happy ending.
HUNT: And you couldn't deliver, and that's when you decided to run
TURA: If they find out the truth, they will kill me.
HUNT: And I'm supposed to save you?
TURA: Look, I'll guide you to the edge of the system. Then you can drop
me off, after you're done with me.
HUNT: Eventually, you're going to have to tell your loyal subjects the
TURA: I'm going to have to think about that. Do we have a deal?
HUNT: Hmm. I'm going to have to think about that.
(And we leave the happy couple entwined on the catwalk.)
big ship looms out of the murk and stops prow to prow with the
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: The approaching ship is armed and battle
TRANCE: Whoever they are, they're making the Royal destroyers back way
BEKA: Rommie, locate Dylan.
ROMMIE: Dylan is in conference.
ROMMIE: Well, whoever they are, they're using the same weapon as the
HARPER: Can't we just fire one teeny weeny little missile?
BEKA: With us in the middle? Those Prolon ships are out there as well.
It's a tinderbox.
HARPER: Point taken.
BEKA: Rommie, get Dylan out of conference.
(A little later, a three shaven headed monks are on the viewscreen,
looking at the floor.)
HUNT: If you don't break off your attack, we will return fire. There's
a good chance that your system could go up in flames.
MONK [on viewscreen]: The Prolon order of Monks are ready to die in
HUNT: Er, well, that's er, very suicidal of you. However, I don't
believe the rest of the inhabitants in your system want you deciding
MONK [on viewscreen]: Our goddess is onboard your vessel. Surrender her
(The monks bow to reveal an icon of the goddess behind them.)
BEKA: Princess Tura. Positively the same dame.
HUNT: Bad just got worse. Let's try to keep our heads here, okay? If
you continue to fire at us, chances are the only thing surviving will
be my ship.
MONK [on viewscreen]: We do not believe you. Hajin Na will protect us.
HUNT: All right, wait. Er, about your goddess, Hajin Na. She has a
MONK [on viewscreen]: You speak for Hajin Na?
HUNT: Sure. Why not. She wishes you to come aboard so we can continue
MONK [on viewscreen]: We accept your invitation, Captain.
HUNT: Phew. Stand down.
BEKA: Dylan, she's surrounded by her Royal subjects. There's no way
she's going to cop to scamming those monks. Who knows how many scams
she's got going.
HARPER: Exactly. We'd better find out, though. If somebody starts
shooting, we all go up in smoke.
HUNT: We all go up in garbage.
Those monks are dangerous, Captain.
HUNT: Ha. They struck me as true believers.
CONSUL: They worship the Hajin Na.
HUNT: Apparently, this Hajin Na has disappeared, and they're on some
kind of holy quest to find her.
TURA: This does not please me. I wish to return to our home planet
HUNT: Your Highness agreed to provide navigation out of Prolon system.
TURA: Now I disagree.
HUNT: Oh, come on. We shook and everything.
TURA: Ready my ship. We're turning around. Excuse me, Captain. We are
HUNT: As you wish.
The docking bay is right this way, and the monks are arriving as we
speak. It'll be a good chance for you to say hi.
TURA: The monks are boarding now?
HUNT: Yes. That's why we stopped.
TURA: I will retire to my quarters until Captain Hunt has satisfied the
curiosity of our misled monks. I'm sure he'll deal with them quickly
so we can continue on our way.
HUNT: Well, I'll be sure to give them your best diplomatic regards, of
monks have brought their own ornate quarterstaffs.)
MONK: Hajin Na among infidels from the Royal House of Prolon. If this
is an overture to war?
HUNT: Maybe her plan involves bringing peace between you.
MONK: Hajin Na forbade all communication with the royal subjects. We
must have no contact.
HUNT: That makes perfect sense.
MONK: It is imperative that she return to us, Captain. Her people are
dying. They cannot feed themselves.
HUNT: Caused by her disappearance?
MONK: Perhaps. Hajin Na also asks that all followers give up their
material wealth to the church. She says money only hinders the path to
HUNT: I noticed it didn't hinder her from buying a really big ship.
MONK: We are used to facing accusations, Captain. Even the Ministry of
Justice tried to bring charges against her.
HUNT: And that's when your goddess disappeared.
MONK: Her ways are unknowable to us.
HUNT: I know what you mean. Right this way. Here you go, gentlemen.
Right this way. Whoa, watch the stick there, buddy.
(The monks enter the briefing room.)
HUNT: Ministry of Justice?
ROMMIE: The Ministry of Justice was created in the Prolon system to
keep the peace amongst the many rival factions.
ROMMIE: An AI that operates at about eighty percent efficiency.
HUNT: Well, let's find out what this Ministry of Justice knows about
our princess slash goddess, okay?
ROMMIE: Mmm hmm.
MONK: Where is our goddess, Captain?
HUNT: Oh, I will bring your goddess to you.
(Hunt shuts the monks in the briefing room.)
[on viewscreen]: Please accept our most profound gratitude. You've
captured one of most elusive criminals in the Prolon system, Captain.
HUNT + ROMMIE: Lorina Blodgett?
ROMMIE: Scam after scam, multiple arrests, warrants from five different
systems. That and a name like Lorina Blodgett? No wonder she likes to
OFFICIAL [on viewscreen]: Most recently, she's even passed herself off
as a member of the Kingdom of Prolon's royal family. She's absconded
with trillions over her career.
ROMMIE: Why has her apprehension taken so long?
OFFICIAL [on viewscreen]: As you must know, Prolon is a huge system
with nearly impossible travel conditions. One could spend a lifetime
never visiting or even knowing of a neighbouring planet mere light
ROMMIE: What happened to all the money she stole?
OFFICIAL [on viewscreen]: Nobody knows. Our top judge is in intercept
route with you now. Good luck, Captain.
You haven't gotten rid of those monks? What are you trying to pull?
HUNT: The truth out of you.
TURA: You want to cancel our deal? Your navigation systems are useless
in this swamp. I'll be back on my cruiser having a milk bath by the
time you grope your way
out of the next trilithium field.
HUNT: There are other people who can navigate this system, and they
don't punish royal impersonators with milk baths.
BEKA [on monitor]: Dylan, we have several ships on an intercept course.
BEKA [on monitor]: They call themselves the Prolon Ministry of Justice.
HUNT: This is getting interesting.
TURA: We need to make a new deal.
HUNT: Oh, I'm sure we do.
TURA: The Ministry of Justice has no sympathy for we royals.
HUNT: Or, I imagine, goddesses, or whoever else you've been lately. You
know, maybe, maybe you were a lawyer once. Now, that would help.
TURA: Look, the royal family has stolen everything they could from
their people. They've taken so much, they don't even realise it's
missing. So I took some of it. Most of it.
HUNT: That sounds more like it. And you were on your way to get it when
we picked you up.
TURA: I was running out of options.
HUNT: So, you've got an offer? Let's hear it.
TURA: You and me fifty fifty, then we disappear. Think about it. It's a
limited time offer.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: The Ministry of Justice is here.
HUNT: Let them dock.
the docking bay]
Her Right Honourable Prolon Minister of Justice.
TURA: Dylan, please, I'm telling you. You don't know how tough this
HUNT: Yeah, well, not tough enough, believe me. There are millions of
lives at stake, and you have no idea how many people you've hurt and
left alone to suffer.
JUDGE: Court is now in session.
(The AI zooms in on Tura.)
JUDGE: Lorina Blodgett, aka Princess of Prolon, aka the goddess Hajin
Na. I hereby find you guilty as charged. In the interest of time, I'll
proceed to sentencing. Prepare arms.
BAILIFF: Prepare arms!
(A firing squad runs in.)
(They power up weapons and take aim. Everyone moves away from Tura and
JUDGE: I sentence you to death.
HUNT: Oh, it's never easy.
JUDGE: By the power invested in me in this jurisdiction, ready, aim
HUNT: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You have no jurisdiction to gun people down on
JUDGE: My jurisdiction is the entire Prolon system.
HUNT: Yeah, but this is my ship, and with it, we represent the entire
influence of the Commonwealth.
JUDGE: By the power invested in me, ready
HUNT: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You will not proceed with this.
JUDGE: Do you represent the accused?
HUNT: If you're going to kill her, then yes, I represent her.
JUDGE: Ah. Bailiff.
(The firing squad shoulder arms.)
JUDGE: We will reconvene in one hour aboard my ship for arguments.
Proceedings will begin promptly. Court is now adjourned.
You can't do this. I am dead meat. That Judge is antique artificial
intelligence. My fate could be decided on bad wiring.
HUNT: All right, all right, shush, shush. Just calm down. Calm. Sit,
sit, sit, all right? Take a deep breath. There you go. Now tell me
where the stash is.
TURA: It's on a garbage moon.
HUNT: Just tell me where it is and I'll get you through this trial in
TURA: Right. Tell you where it is before I march in front of a firing
squad. Maybe they could be my last words.
HUNT: They definitely will be if you don't give me the exact
ANDROMEDA [on monitor]: Dylan, the monks are requesting an audience
with their goddess before the trial.
TURA: No. Please.
HUNT: Those monks are going be very surprised when they see you in that
TURA: All right. I'll take you to my stash after I'm declared innocent.
Come on, I'm as good as dead. That money is my only bargaining chip.
Now you're asking me to take a roll of the dice. What am I betting on?
BEKA: [on monitor]: No. Hold on. Wait!
(The monks are leaving the briefing room.)
BEKA [on monitor]: Dylan? I could use your help here. Guys?
HUNT: Got to go.
Will you guys just wait up?
MONK: This is a holy quest.
BEKA: I realise that, but for your own safety aboard this ship, you're
going to have to stay in the conference room until your goddess wants
to speak with you.
MONK: This ship is an insignificant toy in comparison to the power and
beauty that is our goddess.
HUNT: Well, your goddess certainly is something, but your quest will
have to wait.
MONK: Then you leave us no choice.
(They bow their heads and Whumph!)
ROMMIE [on monitor]: The monk ship has fired another volley of
radioactive waste. It's spreading through the main conduit on deck
HUNT: That does it. (sotto) Your goddess, Hajin Na, is an impostor. She
has lied to you. And she is awaiting trial for telling similar lies to
the Royal House.
(The monks scream and rip off their robes.)
BEKA: What did you say to them?
(Hunt extends his forcelance, knocking Beka's gauss gun out of her
(The Chief Monk attacks Beka while Hunt drives the other two off.)
(Beka gets the staff off the Chief Monk and he runs away too.)
Monks grab Harper and hold him up against a bulkhead.)
MONK: Tell me where they are keeping our goddess.
TYR: Put him down. You are searching for water while you're drowning in
the depth of the sea. Your only love is enlightenment. Love, desire,
enlightenment, revenge. These are not emotions. Simply traps to ensnare
MONK: We have long ago learned to overcome our emotions.
TYR: But the will to overcome an emotion is merely the will for some
other emotion to triumph.
(Hunt, Beka and Tyr come running up to find Tyr leading the Monks and
Harper in meditation.)
HUNT: Well, huh, that's going to cost me.
BEKA: So what now?
HUNT: Now I'm going to talk to the King. See if I can get Princess Tura
off the hook.
as you can see, your princess has been taking you for a ride.
KING [on viewscreen]: That does appear to be the case. She will die for
HUNT: Wait, wait, wait. She doesn't need to die. I can get your money
back. You can use your Royal family's influence in the courts to have
the case dismissed.
KING [on viewscreen]: Dismissing the case would only create scandal.
HUNT: But if the Ministry of Justice finds her guilty of impersonating
Royalty, that would create a scandal as well, no?
KING [on viewscreen]: No one in Prolon system believes in that
HUNT: So you're just going to let them kill her?
KING [on viewscreen]: She will become a martyr, and perhaps the people
will tear apart that Judge circuit by circuit.
HUNT: Leaving more power in your hands.
KING [on viewscreen]: The flawless image of Majesty must be maintained,
Captain. It is the very foundation of Royalty. In fact, it could be
argued that we gain more respect by letting these proceedings go on.
All rise for her Right Honourable Minister of Justice.
JUDGE: The charge is impersonation and theft. The accused will now
enter into arguments with the Prosecutor.
(A half-naked tattooed muscle man enters.)
HARPER: I could be wrong, but I'm guessing he didn't go to law school.
JUDGE: They will argue till they reach a decision.
HUNT: Excuse me, your Honour, but Princess Tura won't last five seconds
with that guy.
JUDGE: You have the right to take her place.
HUNT: I do? I mean, I do, yes. I will.
(Tura/Lorina is taken away. Hunt and the Prosecutor are locked in a
fight cage and are provided with four knives. Very Mad Max.)
JUDGE: The arguments will now begin.
HUNT: I'm guessing there's not a lot of defence lawyers left in the
(Hunt takes off his jacket.)
(The combatants take two knives each and start the fight.)
TYR: How many times do I have to tell you it's right handed. Right
(A guard walks up to them.)
HUNT: Excuse me. Could you help us settle an argument?
(Tyr punches his lights out and takes his uniform.)
It's not my fault. It's the system's.
(Other guards just walk past them.)
HARPER: I can't believe they're falling for this old gag.
TYR: Have you forgotten where we are?
HARPER: Their memory core's an antique. Huh. Well, the judge's
behaviour is starting to make some sense.
TYR: Get busy.
HUNT [OC]: Harper, status.
HARPER: This might take a while, Dylan.
[OC]: Don't win that fight too fast.
HUNT: I'll make a point of it. So what's taking you so long?
The problem is this stuff is so old, it predates you.
Oh, that's very funny.
Hurry it up.
HARPER: This isn't hacking. It's archaeology.
Prosecutor holds Hunt's arms, so he tried a head butt. No effect. They
climb the side of the cage, where Hunt gets kidney punched and thrown
down. The Prosecutor jumps, and gets kicked off, knocking himself out
on one of the thicker cage bars. All the prisoners cheer.)
JUDGE: That was an illegal manoeuvre, Captain.
HUNT: Oh, come on. Now you have rules?
JUDGE: I am ruling against you.
HUNT: There's a shocker.
JUDGE: By the power invested in me, I order my commission to execute
the accused. Prepare arms.
BAILIFF: Prepare arms!
HUNT: Er, Mister Harper, now would be a really good time.
(Harper jacks himself in to the MOJ AI.)
JUDGE: In the matter of Prolon system versus Lorina Blodgett, aka
princess Tura, aka the goddess Hajin Na, on the count of impersonating
royalty, I find
screen as Harper takes over the Judge.)
JUDGE + HARPER: People, I find, um insufficient evidence, (Harper -
insufficient cause) for this trial to have ever occurred.
JUDGE: For this trial to have ever occurred. The charge is without
merit. (Both) Impersonating royalty, pshaw. Royalty is just an illusion
we allow ourselves to believe. I declare a mistrial. Court adjourned.
Oh, and I sentence the Princess to two nights with Seamus Zelazny
Harper. I don't think they got that last part.
hold up my end of the bargain, now it's your turn. You confess to those
people out there, then you'll take me to the money.
TURA: That was our deal.
HUNT: So, are you going to give me the coordinates to the money? What?
TURA: There are no coordinates in this Prolon muck. We navigate by
TURA: It's all up here. I'll have to fly you there myself.
HUNT: Of course. You'll do your confession speech, and then you'll take
me to the money.
HUNT: Right. Good luck.
TURA: Thank you.
(They kiss as the Consul enters.)
CONSUL: Ahem. Your Highness, it's almost time.
HUNT: Do the right thing.
CONSUL: Your Highness.
TURA: Out. Everyone. Except you.
(The handmaiden stops.)
TURA: I need the veil of repentance.
(It is long, black, and thick.)
Check your records. Go ahead, check them. And try to access the money
that appears to be there.
HUNT: Smoke and mirrors, gentlemen. Smoke and mirrors. And now the
exonerated Princess Tura.
(A veiled woman enters.)
HUNT: She has agreed to take us to the money. Princess Tura? Princess,
I told them that you agreed to take us to the money.
(The handmaiden removes the veil.)
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Dylan, the Maru has just launched.
HUNT: So she won't be taking us to the money. She just went to go get
ANDROMEDA [OC]: She's disappeared from my sensors.
HUNT: Then again, maybe not.
CONSUL: Where is our princess, Captain Hunt?
MONK: Where is our goddess, Captain?
HUNT: You know what? She's gone too.
MONK: Which part did you play in this deception?
HUNT: The Captain, I believe.
CONSUL: How convenient that you were even in Prolon system at this
HUNT: Try inconvenient. That's more like it. And you know what?
CONSUL: Into the attack formation.
HUNT: As if we had anything to do with this. Oh, again with the stick.
(The Royals and the Monks leave.)
HUNT: It's a stupid system.
Chief Monk points at Tyr.)
MONK: Imposter! You promised that we would see the goddess.
(They scream and rip off their robes. Tyr calmly shoots the ends off
their quarterstaffs. The monks
flee to their ship, screaming, as Hunt runs in.)
ANDROMEDA [OC]: All ships are taking up attack formations.
HARPER: Oh, no. this is going to be messy.
HUNT: Battle stations. Everyone to Command.
gathering up her loot from a moon.)
CONSUL [on monitor]: The Andromeda is not returning fire. Fire at will.
Repeat, fire at will.
[on viewscreen]: Corrosive material is eating through deck twelve.
HUNT: Seal the deck and blow the cabin pressure. That should throw it
out into space.
TYR: We can't keep playing cleanup forever.
HUNT: No missiles, Tyr.
TYR: Fine. We've just lost containment on deck eight.
HUNT: Harper, there's a mess coming your way.
Whoo hoo! If the radiation doesn't kill you, the smell will.
[OC]: The forward missile bay just shorted out.
HUNT: That was a launch.
(A missile spirals through their attackers then goes Boom! The fireball
takes out several Royal ships and makes stuff blow up on the
TYR: Oh, that's precious. Dylan, what do you think? Full engines in the
opposite direction, we ride that fireball out of this swamp. I'll take
that as a no.
HARPER: What are we doing, boss?
HUNT: Harper, in the machine shop there's a detonator for a Nova bomb.
HARPER: Nova bomb?
HUNT: Just the detonator.
HARPER: Right. Starve the fire and put it out. Five minutes.
HUNT: You've got two.
Ah, the creature in her natural environment.
TURA: No. He trusted me.
BEKA: He trusted you to run out on him. Thanks for showing us the loot,
though. I was actually worried he'd fallen for you.
TURA: He did fall for me.
[on viewscreen]: The fire is reaching critical mass.
HUNT: Take us into it.
TYR: Do you see that wall of ships?
HUNT: They'll stand down.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: The Maru is returning with Princess Tura.
TYR: The ships are standing down.
HUNT: Harper, launch the detonator now.
(The fireball implodes and the stars come out.)
HUNT: All systems normal.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: The Maru has docked.
HUNT: On my way.
Good work, Beka. Thank you.
BEKA: You're welcome. I'm sure there's someplace else I should be. And
I'll just go there now.
TURA: I guess you weren't rolling the dice on trust either, huh?
HUNT: Not when they're loaded.
TURA: What could you possibly do to me? I've been exonerated. You can't
send me to jail.
HUNT: Not the usual kind, no.
Princess is making a broadcast to her people in front of the Consul and
entourage, and the monks. She continues under the other dialogue so
some of it is difficult to hear.)
TURA: And so my path was clear. The Prolon system was dying the slow
death of poverty. I stole from the Royal family and the Prolon Order of
Monks in order
to give back to the people. And so a new chapter is begun. Not so much
a beginning as a start, a step. We are heading towards a new life
guided by my presence and tuition, and you must always know that I am
with you in thought and deed. You must know too that (?) from this
moment on we will go forward.
HUNT: This is going out to the entire system, right?
HARPER: Live. I'm also recording it in my quarters.
HUNT: Well, the King should be having an interesting day.
MONK: What does this mean?
TYR: Enlightenment is not found in spiritual leaders or in meditation.
Take care of your followers. Enlightenment will find you.
TURA: We will all be healthy, wealthy and wise.
(The Monks leave.)
TYR: Anything to be rid of these clowns.
TURA: We are all one with our destiny. Captain Hunt and the Andromeda
Ascendant will distribute the wealth evenly among the dying planets as
they leave the Prolon system. I would not be making this speech if it
weren't for him.
Giving away the Royal fortune doesn't seem to sit well with your
TURA: Our heartfelt thanks to you, Captain. We all must carry on. And
if I ever get my chance, I will pay you back for this.
(He grabs her arm before she slaps him.)
HUNT: I'll be looking forward to your payment, your Highness.
(A farewell kiss.)
TURA: Captain, if you follow my ship, we will escort you to the edge of
Prolon and have you safely on your way.
(Tura and the Prolons leave.)
ROMMIE: That was impressive.
HARPER: I've got to hand it to you, boss. Nice performance. You
out-conned the con artist. You played the love-struck Captain, the
of her honour, even the betrayed friend, and still, you completely
HUNT: I only tricked her. I didn't fool either one of us.