"Cast your Eye upon the Changeling,
then look for the origin of change.
Perhaps it is in the Eye."
Luna, "Catalog of Companions"
One hour, fifty nine minutes and fifty seconds. One hour, fifty nine
minutes and fifty five seconds. Two hours.
HUNT: And nothing.
RHADE: First time in two days Pish's bounty hunters haven't found us
within an hour of exiting slipstream.
BEKA: Looks like we finally ditched them.
HUNT: We haven't been ditching them, we've been demolishing them.
RHADE: Yet more always come.
BEKA: Until now. At least it looks that way. Okay, I don't know about
the rest of you, but I'm going to take that shower I was headed to when
all this hit the fan.
RHADE: I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stand down.
ROMMIE: Shall I cancel shipwide alert?
HUNT: The crew is desperate for a break. Cancel it.
RHADE: Maybe that shower idea's not so bad. Alone.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Slipstream events detected.
(Rhade runs back in.)
HUNT: Don't bother, it's more of the same. Bounty hunters.
RHADE: This time, it's Restorians.
ROMMIE: You're right.
RHADE: Tell me this isn't happening again.
HUNT: Battle stations! Offensive missiles, tubes one through twenty.
(All their attackers go KaBOOM! Beka runs in.)
BEKA: Don't tell me I missed everything.
HUNT: Take us to slipstream. Rommie?
That did it. Now I know I'm right.
ROMMIE: Captain, I scan every signal generated from this ship.
HUNT: I didn't say I know how they were doing it, but those bounty
hunters keep finding us because someone is telling them where we are.
ROMMIE: So you're saying we have a traitor on board. Who do you think
HUNT: I'm damn well going to find out.
So far, polygraph bodyscans show nothing. No one with stress levels
beyond normal. Although the readings may be skewed due to present
HUNT: Being on the run. My stress level should be off the charts.
ROMMIE: Actually, you're handling it very well. Or you hide it very
HUNT: I'm an enigma. List all personnel who have access to override
ROMMIE: That would narrow it down to these.
(Harper, Beka, Rhade and Trance.)
HUNT: That's it? Oh, come on. I can't believe any one of them would be
ROMMIE: Rhade, being Nietzschean, would be our most likely suspect. He
is genetically engineered to camouflage his emotions. Trance?
HUNT: He would know better than anyone how to get a message past your
HARPER [Harper/Delete]: My heartbeat is like the divine. It is the air.
It is the water. My heartbeat is like the divine.
HARPER [Pieces of Eight]: Not to worry, I got their numbers. Resonance
frequencies. I'll fry their circuits with the push of a button.
HARPER [Pieces of Eight]: On the other hand, you're probably asking
yourselves who designed these AP Converters? So subtle, yet so complex
in their conceptualisation.
Who could it possibly be?
HARPER [Harper/Delete]: I got it. I got it! I got it! Whoo hoo! Trust
in the Harper. The Harper is good! Phew.
ROMMIE: And Beka. Lately, she's been a little, well
ROMMIE: To put it mildly.
HUNT: Scan your logs for footage and readings on all three.
ROMMIE: Are you looking for anything in particular?
HUNT: Yes. I want their physiological reactions to each time the bounty
ROMMIE: Increased heart rate and blood pressure, but then again, so
does the rest of the crew.
HUNT: So everyone had the same reaction.
ROMMIE: Your basic autonomic fight or flight response all the way
across the board.
HUNT: Check it again. But this time, before the attack has arrived.
ROMMIE: To see if our traitor had a pre-action.
ROMMIE: On screen. There.
HUNT: I see it.
ROMMIE: And a downward spike in body temperature every time.
out with decorations, and Harper burning something into a stanchion. He
touches his handiwork. Rhade has entered and is examining the buffet.)
HARPER: Ow! Hey, Telema-schmuckus. Back off my glutemole and semptis.
RHADE: What's it here for if not to eat. Happy anniversary. To whom?
HARPER: You can read. It's to Beka and the Maru. It's been ten years,
three months, and nine days since her dad handed it over to her. It was
an important day.
Not necessarily a happy day, though. Kind of bittersweet.
RHADE: Then why are you doing it?
HARPER: Because she could use some cheering up, okay? I know it's
technically not an anniversary, but it's the best I could come up with.
RHADE: Curious sentiment. The bitter part has been well exposed. Beka
certainly is impossible to communicate with. Harper, can I ask you
something? Were you going to invite me? Was there an invitation that
Rommie, Dylan and Trance received that somehow was lost for me?
HARPER: Hey, hey! Like it matters now. Well, as long as you're here,
help me out, would you? Does that sign look straight to you?
I just, I can't.
RHADE: You really are concerned.
HARPER: Well, yeah. She's my number one bud. I know, I know, she's been
a bit of a pain lately. Going on and on about everything and everyone.
Complaining about me, even saying Trance is weird, and you what did you
do to her? You should hear what she says about you.
Don't worry, most of it's not true. But look, Beka hasn't always had it
easy, you know, so maybe we can show some understanding if she's a
little bit difficult now and then.
World Turns All Around Her]
So, fifty fifty? Huh? Partners like always?
HARPER: Come on. Come on. Come on. King of the Nietzscheans? You must
have seen Tyr's stash. His booty. He must have a hoard. I saw some of
it. We could Argh!
Just kidding. Argh! Seventy thirty? Argh!
Hey, guys! Guys, she's coming.
HARPER: What? She's early! Where's Dylan? Where's Rommie?
(Harper tries to join Trance under the table.)
TRANCE: No. Harper, no. Ah!
(He finds somewhere else, then Beka enters.)
BEKA: Harper? You wanted to see
TRANCE + HARPER: Surprise!
HARPER: We needed something to celebrate, and guess what? You're it.
BEKA: Harper you're insane, you know that?
HARPER: Ah ha, but you're smiling.
(Hunt and Rommie arrive.)
HARPER: Nice going, guys. You know what the secret to a surprise party
is? Timing! You're late. Come on in, grab some glutemole, if Rhade left
HUNT: We're not here for the party, Harper. I'm sorry I have to do
this, but I have no choice. Beka, I need you to consent to an exam and
to answer a few questions.
BEKA: What? Now?
HUNT: It can't wait.
BEKA: Well, if you insist.
(She hits Rhade and Harper and comes up with two guns, one trained on
Hunt, the other on Trance.)
BEKA: I'll have to resist.
HUNT: Well now, this is what I call a surprise party.
BEKA: I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is, you've got me
HUNT: Your actions have just confirmed what I only suspected. You want
something, Beka. Tell us what.
BEKA: I don't know what you're talking about, or why you'd go to all
this length to
HARPER: Hey, I had nothing to do with this. All I did was plan a party.
ROMMIE: Beka, if it is true you don't know what's going on, then lower
HUNT: Don't make it worse than it already is.
BEKA: And I called Harper the insane one.
HARPER: Boss, there must be some mistake.
BEKA: Yeah, like have I ever lied to any one of you?
BEKA: Don't answer that.
Beka? Bek, we need to talk.
BEKA: Oh, let me guess. Before he left, Dylan nominated you substitute
TRANCE: So does that mean that you deny that what you did was totally
irresponsible and selfish?
BEKA: Trance, do you know the consequences of a guilty verdict on
Veris? What they call rehabilitation the rest of the galaxy calls
mutilation. Technicore will see to that.
TRANCE: What about the consequences for the rest of us? Come on, Beka,
look me in the eye and tell me that you considered that, even for a
BEKA: How about looking into eyes I haven't seen since I was barely
more than a punk kid running simple scams. I didn't plan this.
TRANCE: Nostalgia is not an excuse, no matter how you romanticise it.
BEKA: Isn't it? Abel's an old friend. He may be all I have left of the
good old days.
TRANCE: Let's talk about what happened last time we encountered someone
from the good old days.
BEKA: Let's not. Let's just say how about being my friend and showing a
little faith in my judgment?
TRANCE: Even if I think you're making a big mistake and we're going to
have to pay that price right along with you?
BEKA: Maybe that's what loyalty is.
What is it exactly that Beka has done?
ROMMIE: We have a mole on board, and Beka's behaviour indicates
foreknowledge of the attacks we've been sustaining.
TRANCE: That's vague.
HUNT: Is it? If she has nothing to hide, why is she holding a weapon on
us? Beka, stand down.
BEKA: I never dreamt you'd lose faith in me so quickly, Dylan.
Someone's obviously set me up, and you've actually fallen for it.
The Nearing Vortex]
Greetings, powerful woman.
BEKA: What do you want, Tyr?
HOLO-TYR: I have information, Beka. You'll end up on a slave ship or
Magog food if you stay on board the Andromeda.
BEKA: Dylan, the portal's a way to control the Abyss, and you've got to
get out of here. The entire Nietzschean army is headed this way to
HUNT [on screen]: Beka
BEKA: Listen, the Magog are close, only months away. We don't have as
much time as we thought.
HUNT [on screen]: We'll get you out of there.
BEKA: Yeah, well, you better hurry. I have one angry Nietzschean at the
end of my barrel.
TYR: Not angry. Disappointed.
BEKA: I'll do it, Tyr.
TYR: I rendered that inoperable. You will not stop me!
Maybe this is all your doing.
ROMMIE: It's no one's but your own, Beka.
BEKA: Oh, spare me, Rommie. You only know what you're programmed to.
HUNT: You'll get a fair hearing.
BEKA: Right. I've had fair hearings, Dylan. You've already convicted
me, Dylan. It's written all over your face.
(Hunt and Rhade rush her at the same time. She holds them off until
Rommie knocks her out by sticking a button on her neck.)
I'm not calling you captain.
HUNT: Dylan. Dylan will be fine.
What now, Captain?
HUNT: Now we find out why.
If Beka's actions are being caused by a chemical imbalance in her
brain, we'll be able to see that.
HUNT: You mean an imbalance she's causing in herself.
Makes A Lovely Light]
Pearls That Were His Eyes]: Flash. It's the ultimate edge. You'll love
it. Five milligrams today, five milligrams tomorrow, and the next day,
you will be selling your first born for just one milligram more.
BEKA: Joke's on you, sparky. Five more jumps. Five more jumps, sparky.
Walk away. You were never here.
HARPER: You're doing Flash. I don't believe it. Flash? Beka, come on.
You know what that stuff does to people.
People kill over that stuff, their family and friends. Did you know
that eighty two percent of people on prison planets are Flash addicts?
BEKA: Do you know what? They tell you that kind of stuff just to scare
HARPER: Sure, to scare you out of killing your neighbours.
BEKA: Look, I'm not going to pretend this crap is good for me. I know
first hand what Flash can. I'm using miniscule doses for a limited
BEM: You're withdrawing from a very powerful drug. It's bound to be
BEKA: Uncomfortable? Rev, every nerve ending is on fire. My skull is
two sizes too small. I want to rip my skin off with my fingernails.
I was thinking, maybe it would be better to taper off slowly, you know?
Safer. I just need you to get me a couple of drops.
I promise. I promise, just a taste.
BEM: Beka, this will not end your pain. It will merely postpone it.
BEKA: That's funny. I'm always the one that has it all together, but
right now I just, I just feel shattered into a million pieces.
Never thought I'd say this, but I'm almost hoping it is Flash.
TRANCE: If it is, we'll find out right away.
ROMMIE: Hemispheric rendering complete. Projecting map.
TRANCE: Beka's neural pathway seems intact.
ROMMIE: Synapses, too.
When did it happen, Beka? Hmm?
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Commencing security file playback. Subject, Beka
Valentine, uncharacteristic behaviour.
HARPER: Stop playback.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Surveillance data session terminated.
Let's look at her ventral pathway, temporal lobe.
ROMMIE: Enlarging. Nothing.
TRANCE: Hmm. Beka's brain seems to be one hundred percent healthy,
HUNT: Looks like we're at a dead end.
TRANCE: Dylan, there is something. Something odd. Increase scanning
ROMMIE: Increasing. We're at the molecular level.
TRANCE: This is not natural.
(Black and red four dimensional cubes floating a round in Beka's
HUNT: Looks like they're alive.
TRANCE: We have seen this before, Dylan.
HUNT: The gateway to the Abyss. She's a direct link.
TRANCE: Hundreds of them, and they're expanding.
HUNT: Taking over her mind.
TRANCE: Their micro-chemical makeup is enormously complex.
ROMMIE: I'm processing at ten times the normal rate and have only been
able to identify two components.
Simmondsium and Muilamium.
HUNT: Those are radical isotopes. The footprints of the Abyss.
TRANCE: But how? When did this happen? Why her?
HUNT: It must have happened when Tyr had her in the eighth dimension.
TYR [The World Turns All Around Her]: Darkness! I am lost! Did you
bring me to this spot for a purpose? I am leader of the Nietzscheans!
The reincarnation of Drago Musevini! Do you hear me? I came here by
accident! There's no way out, except for her. She will bring you Dylan
Hunt! In return, you can get me out, alive!
HUNT: That's what it is. She's been possessed. The Abyss has her.
TRANCE: It's not your fault.
HUNT: Of course it is. I'm captain of this vessel.
TRANCE: The Abyss was sending messages through Beka, through different
space and time.
HUNT: It doesn't matter. She's my responsibility.
ROMMIE: Your pulse rate is rising, Captain. It's uncharacteristically
HUNT: You want negative? Check out those radical isotopes in Beka's
brain. Now, I want them out. I should have seen it when I was there.
World Turns All Around Her]
Dylan! I know you're nearby. Here she is! I'll give her to you, and you
give me the map. Come and get her, Captain!
Show yourself, if you dare. We'll see how insolent you are the next
time we meet.
HUNT: That'd be right about now.
TYR: You can't kill me here. I've made a deal with the Abyss.
HUNT: Then you're already dead, and these cuffs won't hurt a bit.
(Tyr gets away, shot in the back and falls off the cliff.)
HUNT: Beka. Beka! It's me. It's Dylan.
TRANCE [OC]: Beka.
HARPER: Boss, you okay?
HUNT: We need to get her back to the ship. Beka, focus!
HUNT: Think of being back on board
TRANCE [OC]: Beka.
HUNT: The ship.
TRANCE [OC]: You are already here. You are already home.
TRANCE [OC]: Come back to the light. You are safe.
HUNT: We all present and accounted for?
HARPER: Almost. There's no accounting for Rhade.
TRANCE: Beka? Welcome back.
BEKA: This place has never looked so good.
HUNT: You never looked so good in it.
HUNT: You put yourself in the line of fire for all of us.
BEKA: Yeah. Now, let's get the hell out of here.
HUNT: Good idea.
would eject her from the ship. Straight out an air lock, sir.
HUNT: Permission to speak freely, Nietzschean style, of course.
RHADE: It has the logic of utility.
HUNT: Just because it works doesn't make it the right thing to do. Beka
is still in there somewhere.
TRANCE: So is the Abyss.
HUNT: That's right. You know, if we could just reach in there and rip
it out of her.
RHADE: And I thought she was simply out of her mind.
HUNT: Rhade, you're brilliant.
RHADE: Thank you.
HUNT: Rommie, get Harper down here. I want the two of you to make a
credible simulation of Beka's mind.
ROMMIE: We could create a convincing VR environment, but it would
depend on the purpose.
HUNT: Convincing enough that Beka, in the Abyss, would think that it's
really her unconscious.
RHADE: A mixture of real and unreal elements, imitating memories,
HUNT: In this case, a nightmare. Parts of it would need to be abstract,
ROMMIE: It would be more of a static model than a dynamic one, but we
could colour it with enough of Beka's life on board to make it seem
like organic sentience.
RHADE: And then?
HUNT: We lure the Abyss out of Beka's mind into the simulation.
RHADE: Bait and switch.
TRANCE: Along inter-neural pathways that link Beka's brain with the
brain that Rommie and Harper have created.
RHADE: And the bait?
HUNT: Well, that would be me. But we need to proceed with caution. We
still don't know how the Abyss got in Beka or what it's done to her.
World Turns All Around Her]
Report, all stations! What the hell?
TRANCE: We are on the other side. Everyone is all right. Harper?
HARPER: Every time I look, I get a different reading, boss. I'm fine.
My head is just spinning a little. Boss? Boss!
HUNT: Rommie, give me readings.
ROMMIE: I'm getting no readings. My systems are nominal. Systems are
nominal. I have lost my entire crew.
Unable to register a record of events as there is zero input or
stimulus. As there is zero input.
Once the Abyss has been forced out of Beka, there is only one way to
ensure that it will remain in the computer simulation and not try to
get back into Beka, and that is to make her unappealing.
RHADE: Dead is unappealing.
HUNT: That is about as good as your first suggestion.
ROMMIE: Not if we drop her core temperature low enough. It will give us
extra time to reanimate her intact. Possibly.
TRANCE: And with Beka gone, the Abyss no longer has consciousness to
feed off of. It would be forced to flee.
HUNT: And consciousness is what it wants most.
ROMMIE: This is dangerous, Captain, but it could succeed.
HUNT: Right. So to save Beka, we have to kill her.
(Later, Hunt and Beka are liked by a pair of buttons on their temples.)
TRANCE: This is newer VR tech. The interface is more direct, but it
means that it's much more dangerous for you. If anything happens to you
while you are in VR, your body in reality will respond in the same way.
HUNT: Thank you.
ROMMIE: We've kept it simple, concentrated on things we could be sure
of. Beka's awareness and memories while on Andromeda.
TRANCE: The psychological construct will be recognisable to you.
ROMMIE: The synaptic threshold will be at the end of corridor sixty
three delta. Once you lead the Abyss there, we shut the bulkhead and
trap the Abyss inside the recreation.
HUNT: In theory.
TRANCE: Then we revive Beka.
ROMMIE: Now, it is also possible that the Abyss will realise it's
inside a recreation, and with Beka being dead, go after the only
consciousness left. Yours.
HUNT: It's a chance we'll have to take.
TRANCE: When the Abyss moves, it will be as fast as thought.
HUNT: Then I'll have to be faster. Let's do this.
TRANCE: Beginning cryogenic process.
This is different. The subconscious projections are a nice touch,
I didn't create those.
TRANCE: Impulses from Beka's mind must be leaking into the simulation.
She must be partly conscious.
ROMMIE: Not for long.
[OC]: Cryogenic process seventy nine percent complete.
HUNT: I'm at the threshold interface.
ROMMIE [on screen]: Cryogenic process ninety three point three percent
complete. One minute to flatline.
Five seconds until Beka flatlines.
ROMMIE: And she's gone.
(Beka is wearing only a sheet.)
BEKA: I'm here. I'm cold.
HUNT: Let me take you to safety.
BEKA: I can't. I'm not free.
HUNT: You can fight this. Remember how tough you are? Come on. We're
BEKA: Where are you taking me?
HUNT: Beka, I told you.
BEKA: No. Something's wrong.
(Beka's eyes turn black.)
BEKA: None of this is right.
HUNT: There's that old sparkle in the eyes I recognise.
(Beka is suddenly wearing black and brandishing a forcelance. The Abyss
speaks through her.)
ABYSS: You cannot defeat me. I've waited for this. Your future is mine.
HUNT: Sorry, I'm already spoken for.
(Hunt produces a forcelance and they fight with quarterstaffs.)
Dylan's vitals are dangerously high.
TRANCE: We have to revive Beka in twenty eight seconds.
ROMMIE: Dylan, exit now.
[OC]: Dylan, you have to exit now.
HUNT: I'm a little busy right now.
(He cuts Beka/Abyss's shoulder.)
HUNT: If you can bleed, you can die!
We must revive Beka in 10 seconds.
HARPER: Do it! Come on, do it.
ROMMIE: Just wait, Harper. Dylan, exit now!
swings his forcelance through Beka's throat. Her heat falls slowly
backwards and Abyss energy flies around the room before heading into
(The bulkhead doors slam shut behind it.)
Dylan, do you copy?
It's gone. Get me out of here.
Bring her back.
ROMMIE: Initiating reversal.
HUNT: It worked. It's gone.
ROMMIE: I detect no mass in Beka's constructed mind. No traces of any
HARPER: Come on, Beka.
TRANCE: Her temperature is rising, but her other vitals are waning.
HARPER: It's not working. Something's blocking her autonomic impulses.
HUNT: I saw the damn thing go! Come on, Beka, breathe. Breathe, Beka.
Breathe, damn it, that's an order!
(Later, Rhade is sitting by her bedside.)
RHADE: I used to think either you were born unpleasant, or something
made you that way. I find you confusing at best, but I came here to
learn, and I think the real Beka has much to teach. So, if you can hear
any of this, you might want to consider waking up, even just to say I
told you so.
HARPER: All right, sleeping beauty. Here's a good one. Remember when we
caught the fluorescent leeches? You dared me to eat one, thinking I
actually would. Remember how sick I got? All over the Maru? Well, you
probably don't want to remember that, but me? I guess I just can't stop
[Waking The Tyrant's Device]
Maybe I won't own an entire planet inhabited solely by women. It's
unnecessary, and too much responsibility. Besides, they'll be all over
me anyway with that treasure.
BEKA: If it's gems, I say we keep the best, and sell the rest.
HARPER: Now, that's thinking. What a kick, huh? Hidden treasure,
power-sucking moons, hungry Magog, it's like bedtime stories my nana
HUNT: But I would bet she didn't believe they were true, Mister Harper.
HARPER: If there is treasure, it logically follows that I deserve it,
therefore, we could find it and be filthy rich.
HUNT: Knock yourself out. Be my guest. Hunt away for your treasure.
(Harper and Beka run out.)
ROMMIE: Markings match the Red Fedorov, lost three hundred and sixteen
HARPER: Rommie, what was the cargo on the Fedorov?
ROMMIE: Cargo listed as serial quantum chips.
HARPER: Serial quantum chips? Sheesh! Those babies are only the
fastest, smallest microprocessors ever built, virtually unobtainable
since the fall of the Commonwealth.
They're probably worth a
BEKA + HARPER: Treasure! Jackpot.
HARPER: My luck.
BEKA: And mine. Who knew they'd be ruined by years of exposure to
HARPER: How can the only options be poor and alive, rich and dead?
BEKA: For now, Harper. Someday, you may be able to buy your mom those
HARPER: Yeah, maybe. Then again, she always wanted a blender.
takes over the vigil from Trance. Later -)
HUNT: That she's in pain and vomiting doesn't make sense.
ANDROMEDA [on monitor]: Retching, actually. I have no further
information for you, Captain.
(Rommie is very unwell.)
HUNT: Rommie, report.
ROMMIE: Analysis impeded. readings may suggest multiple radical
HUNT: Rommie, shut down all but vital functions.
RHADE: Should I get Harper to initiate manual override?
HUNT: Rommie? Rommie, tell me you're still in control of the ship.
(Abyss energy plays over the walls then envelopes Rommie before zooming
off down the corridor.)
ROMMIE: It's venting oxygen from the ship. Complete depletion in
HUNT: I want everyone on supplemental oxygen.
RHADE: That won't stop the ship from becoming a vacuum.
HUNT: No, but it will buy time, what little we have left.
Crew decks one through seven are cleared. Everyone is calm, awaiting
RHADE: Same with eight through twelve.
TRANCE: We'll never find all of the crew. Let's hope that they're safe.
RHADE: We can at least believe they are.
TRANCE: It's better that way.
RHADE: Agreed. I've instructed the ones I've found to remain in their
quarters. Told them the AI was running an emergency test.
TRANCE: Good idea.
RHADE: Yes, I thought so. I don't like this. The quiet. It's
TRANCE: I'm listening.
RHADE: Listening. That's it. What's missing. The walls aren't paying
attention to us any more.
TRANCE: We're used to being protected by them. Now we are the
RHADE: A handful of people with nothing but our wits. Battling the will
of this enormous ship. Is there even a remote possibility of us
succeeding, or will these walls become our tomb?
TRANCE: We have more than our wits, Rhade. You should know that by now.
RHADE: Of course.
[on screen]: Five minutes of oxygen remaining, and still depleting.
HUNT: Trance has presented me with this option. It's a little bit
tricky, so I'd like your opinion.
RHADE: Well, sir, Trance is a mystery, but she understands the Abyss in
ways none of the rest of us do. I even suspect she may have played a
part in defeating it before. Can she defeat it in Andromeda's VR? I
wonder. The question becomes can you risk losing Rommie, Beka, and
Trance, and survive with only Harper and me? I think it is a mystery
that answers are found. You must trust the only remaining source of it
in order to save the whole of it.
HUNT: Rhade, permission to speak freely more often, once we have more
[OC]: Oxygen level will deplete in four minutes.
HUNT: Now, I can pull you out if you feel you can't do it.
TRANCE: I can do this.
RHADE: Activating VR.
lights go out around Trance.)
TRANCE: I have it with me. We will defeat you. Light, illumination,
creation. There is no place where light cannot be born.
(The Enigma appears, and screams at her.)
TRANCE: Bring it.
(The Enigma leaps and envelopes Trance. She transforms into a sun and
burns it away.)
Trance? Tell me you're okay.
RHADE: Were you able to?
TRANCE: I saw the Abyss, but I'm not sure if it's gone.
ANDROMEDA: Oxygen generation restored. All systems normal.
HUNT: I think it's gone. Rommie? I missed you guys.
HUNT: You look like you're feeling better.
BEKA: Yeah. It's all a blank, you know, since the party.
HUNT: Hmm. I, uh, keep wondering what it must have been like for you.
BEKA: Being possessed by the Abyss? Strange, but also beautiful.
HUNT: Beautiful? Well, that's a disturbing surprise.
BEKA: I can't describe it exactly. I mean, there was sorrow beyond
anything, and fear. It was kind of like a half forgotten dream.
HUNT: Huh. Well, let's make it a completely forgotten nightmare, and
I'll be happy.
BEKA: It's odd. You know, my time in the dark helped me see the light.
HUNT: Well, of course. It's the law of polarity. It's like good and
evil. The two are mutually exclusive, and you're forced to choose
BEKA: I've made my choice.
HUNT: Good. Because we've got a battle ahead of us, and you have got
BEKA: Aye, aye, Captain Hunt. Yeah, I said it.