"Our vanguard is the point of a lance.
Then came design and crimson flame.
There, they still wait somehow."
Disciples of Qhatch,
Dylan, I've got one question about this plan. What if it isn't her?
ROMMIE: Then we've got a world of problems.
HUNT: We may even if it is her. The only thing we know for sure,
whoever's on that ship was sent by the Commonwealth.
BEKA: The good Commonwealth or the bad Commonwealth?
HUNT: That's what I intend to find out.
ROMMIE: Whoever it is, they're docking in two minutes.
HUNT: Get me Rhade's slipfighter.
RHADE [on viewscreen]: Captain.
HUNT: You're on. Make it look good.
RHADE [on viewscreen]: Like I've been to hell and back.
ROMMIE: Rhade's slipfighter is on rapid approach.
BEKA: Okay, let's say this is Indra Xicol. She's a super secret spy,
right? That means nobody has any information on her no records, no
ROMMIE: Well, I was able to uncover an extant psychological study
indicating that Indra Xicol suffered a severe loss early in life.
HUNT: Now that could come in handy.
BEKA: Yeah, but why send Indra or any unknown to patch things up
between you and the Triumvirs?
HUNT: This isn't about mending fences. It's about the star map, and
Tri-Jema will do anything she can to get her hands on it. This is our
[OC]: Docking complete.
(A woman enters with two helmeted guards.)
HUNT: Indra Xicol, welcome to the Andromeda Ascendant.
INDRA: Captain Hunt.
(She hands over a box containing her credentials.)
INDRA: This is a wonderful beginning the true Commonwealth and its
greatest asset, Dylan Hunt, reconciled after too long a time.
HUNT: Well, generosity is its own gift, so I am doubly blessed.
INDRA: As representative of the Triumvirate, I am empowered to offer
you their trust and forgiveness.
HUNT: Well, that's handy, since I didn't do anything wrong. And trust,
Indra, is a two way street. But we're here for the future, not the
INDRA: The star map. I am flattered that you're trusting me to deliver
it to the Triumvirs.
HUNT: Well, you should be, but they're not going to get it. No one is.
It's been stolen.
INDRA: Stolen. Of course it has. I get here, and it's gone? Stolen?
From a High Guard warship?
HUNT: It's missing for several days. My ship's avatar was manipulated
by someone on board. We're unsure who.
ROMMIE: My internal clocks were disrupted by an EM pulse centered in
the SCC. It delayed my interpretation of events long enough for someone
to enter and exit before I was able to get back online.
INDRA: I see.
HUNT: You're not doing very well with this trust thing.
INDRA: You're right. Of course. I apologise. How can I help you to
retrieve the star map, Captain Hunt?
HUNT: Well, thanks for offering, but I've taken care of it.
INDRA: I would guess, if I were the guessing sort, that you've already
sent someone to retrieve the copy of the star map?
The copy that you made. The copy you sent with the fourth courier
before entering the Route of Ages yourself?
HUNT: That's very good.
INDRA: I scanned the record of your trial.
HUNT: Ah. You know, I've heard that I make for entertaining reading.
INDRA: Actually, I find you much more interesting in person.
HUNT: Now I'm the one who's flattered.
ROMMIE: Captain, Rhade's slipfighter just exited slipstream. It's on a
crash course trajectory.
HUNT: Onscreen. Rhade, status.
RHADE [on viewscreen]: (static) I couldn't get through the maze,
Captain, and so obviously was unable to retrieve the map. My ship has
been damaged in the attempt.
I don't think I'm going to make it.
HUNT: You're going to make it. Match his speed.
HUNT: This is where I impress you.
INDRA: Ready and willing.
ROMMIE: He's yawed left. Stabilizers gone. Contact in five, four, three
(Rhade's slipfighter screeches to a halt in the hangar bay and bumps up
against the far wall.)
ROMMIE: Rhade's vitals are strong. The slipfighter's are not.
HUNT: It's a small price to pay. Well, looks like we don't have a copy
of the star map either.
INDRA: Hmm. Which, I guess, means another attempt at retrieving it?
HUNT: You're way ahead of me.
INDRA: I don't think so.
HUNT: Rommie, show Indra Xicol to her quarters, please. I'll see you
later, once I decide what I want to do.
INDRA: I think you already know, Captain.
HUNT: There goes trouble on two legs.
RHADE: Where the hell is that spiky-haired little midget?
HUNT: Well, you're still in one piece, Rhade. That's all that
RHADE: Harper was supposed to adjust my stabilizers so it'd look like I
had an accident, not so I'd actually have one.
HUNT: In the future, I will be more specific with him.
RHADE: Okay. Well, at least Indra Xicol bought it.
HUNT: Not for a second.
[OC]: Indra Xicol's ship has departed.
INDRA: I assure you, Captain, Tri-Jema supports you as much as the
other Triumvirs, regardless of what transpired between you.
She knows now you are our only hope.
HUNT: So, what brought her around?
INDRA: Anyone can be redeemed.
HUNT: Fundamental truth, but timing is everything. It doesn't matter.
I've decided that I'm going to go after the copy of the star map
INDRA: Is this when I ask to go along?
HUNT: It's where I insist.
INDRA: Good. I thought I might have to beg. Where to?
HUNT: The fourth courier took it to a friend of mine. Two, really.
Husband and wife of sorts. And then, well, they took it to their
which is difficult to explain.
INDRA: I have a very understanding mind.
HUNT: Oh, I'm sure you do. Their planet is surrounded by a volatile
maze. It's almost impossible to pilot. If you get lost, it becomes your
INDRA: I'll remember that.
HUNT: The planet itself is another kind of maze.
INDRA: Hmm. Amazing.
INDRA: And your friends, they live there?
HUNT: They hide there.
INDRA: And what are they hiding from?
HUNT: The bad guys. A while back, I created a cover of being at the
Sinti Strategic Summit.
INDRA: So that you could run another mission in secret.
HUNT: With Calvino and Astrid, yes. But we were set up. People died. I
now believe that it was Tri-Jema who set us up. My friends found a
place, strange as it is, where they feel safe.
INDRA: Well, their location is safe with me. But I must tell you,
Captain, recently acquired information suggests the Magog Worldship is
getting closer day by day. Getting the star map to the Triumvirs is
HUNT: I'll tell you what. Let's cut the pretence, and start talking
Indra's going along with you?
HUNT: That's the plan.
TRANCE: You still feel comfortable with that?
HUNT: Apparently you don't.
TRANCE: She's affected you in ways you didn't expect.
HUNT: I have an objective eye, Trance.
TRANCE: I've been watching her since she came aboard the ship. She's
very powerful, very persuasive, whoever she is.
HUNT: I've noticed.
TRANCE: Dylan, the place where you're going, things aren't so sensible.
I see the possibility that you might fall into her trap. Perhaps she is
HUNT: Well, that's a risk we'll have to take.
BEKA: Okay. All prepped and ready to go.
HUNT: Not this time. I need you here on Command. Stick to the plan.
HARPER: Not that you'd notice, Rhade, but why is it the good looking
ones are always so bad?
HUNT: We don't know she's bad.
HARPER: Just a fantasy. I hope she is on our side. Talk about having a
BEKA: Harper, stop, for once.
HARPER: Speaking of which, I'd like to invest my stock in that asset.
HUNT: Are you about done? Rhade, let's get down to business.
RHADE: The cycle of the maze surrounding the planet is in optimal
position if we leave here within the hour. However, taking the Maru
does increase our chance of being blown apart.
HARPER: See? Size does matter.
BEKA: Really? How would you know?
RHADE: Harper's right, though. Any larger than the Maru, and we would
definitely be crushed in the slipstream maze.
HUNT: All right, and for those of you staying behind, I want you on
TRANCE: We've made ourselves a potential target since we've let the
Triumvirs know where we were.
HUNT: Exactly. Rommie intercepted dispatches. There's a Commonwealth
fleet headed our way.
HARPER: What? Sheesh. Maybe going with you to the maze would be safer
than staying here.
HUNT: I don't think so, Mister Harper. Let's get this thing done.
BEKA: Hey, Rhade. Don't ding it up.
RHADE: How could you tell?
BEKA: He didn't mean that.
(The Maru creaks in reply.)
Maru goes to slipstream.)
BEKA: Wish them luck.
HARPER: Yeah, let's hope she doesn't kill them all in their sleep.
TRANCE: I think Dylan will be keeping his eyes open on this journey.
HARPER: This is one risky plan.
You've put tremendous trust in me, Dylan. I won't forget it.
HUNT: Well, couldn't keep you at arm's length forever.
INDRA: Like I mind being close to you.
HUNT: So close, you'd tell me the truth about Tri-Jema?
INDRA: I've told you everything I know.
We are prepped and ready to enter slipstream maze.
HUNT: All right, then. Let's bring it.
RHADE: Stabilisation rudders are collapsing under the stress. I don't
know if I can hold on.
HUNT: Just keep it steady.
RHADE: Trying, Captain. It's twisting faster than I can keep up.
HUNT: All right, don't lose it, Rhade. Hold on.
RHADE: There's a fold in the maze that wasn't here last time.
HUNT: Calvino's directions are only approximations.
RHADE: I'm reading a density increase along our flight path.
HUNT: Change vector. Three seven four. Correction, three eight seven.
RHADE: Three eight seven.
INDRA: If I die, I'll die in good hands.
HUNT: Yes, but will you die happy?
RHADE: We are clear.
(The Maru lands and the little cockpit pod detaches.)
INDRA: Your friends, Calvino and Astrid.
INDRA: You're not exactly volunteering information.
HUNT: Well, you're not exactly asking questions. Calvino and Astrid are
INDRA: Hmm. You said they were a husband and wife of sorts?
HUNT: Love is a tricky thing.
INDRA: Yes, it is. And you? Are you in love?
HUNT: With love. Always.
INDRA: But no one in particular?
HUNT: Not yet. Why do you ask?
RHADE: Captain, entrance to land maze in five hundred metres.
HUNT: Lead the way, Rhade.
INDRA: So, what do you do for fun?
HUNT: I er, I play hoops. I'm excellent at Go. And I er, I love poetry.
INDRA: Hmm, a romantic. I can beat anyone at Go.
HUNT: I accept that challenge.
INDRA: Which one?
sets down in a cave and they walk through some mist into an elegant
curtain draped network of tunnels.)
RHADE: High levels of water vapour may cause shifts in our visual
perception. Move carefully.
INDRA: Your friends choose to live here?
HUNT: It's for their own protection.
RHADE: There's a price to pay for doing the right thing, but an even
higher price for doing the wrong thing.
INDRA: Does working with you always mean risk?
HUNT: Yes. Finding this place was the least I could do, but it has made
them a little eccentric.
RHADE: Not the word I would choose.
HUNT: Well, Rhade, that's why Nietzschean diplomats are in short
HUNT: It's this way, I think.
INDRA: You think?
RHADE: It's difficult to detect an overall design to these corridors.
(Rhade looks up from his PADD to find he is alone.)
RHADE: Dylan? Captain?
HUNT: Rhade, give me a reading. Rhade?
INDRA: Surprise. We lost him.
HUNT: We're the ones who are lost. We're going the right way now.
(The floor opens onto a lava pit.)
HUNT: Er, ladies before gentlemen?
(A bulkhead slams shut behind them.)
HUNT: I didn't expect this.
INDRA: I find that hard to believe, but I'm sure you have a way out.
(Hunt takes out his forcelance.)
HUNT: Every man should have one.
(And uses its grappling hook option.)
INDRA: Okay, Captain, let's see what these long legs of yours can do.
HUNT: I believe that was my line.
(They swing across the lava pit and she lands on top of him.)
HUNT: That was a nice landing.
INDRA: Hmm, so you trust me now?
HUNT: We have to keep working on it.
INDRA: Maybe later.
(The pit and bulkhead have vanished.)
HUNT: I told you this place was different.
INDRA: Round and round we go.
HUNT: Where it ends, nobody knows.
INDRA: You do. Look familiar?
(A sound of something breaking.)
HUNT: I'm thinking yes. Prepare yourself.
is blazing in a stone fireplace, and a bearded man is having a smashing
CALVINO: Ha ha ha ha ha! Yes! I feel much better. Thank you, Roddick.
RODDICK: Lady Astrid still does love you.
CALVINO: She does not!
(Roddick takes the plate before Calvino can throw it.)
CALVINO: Dylan! Of all the star drunk, vacuum breathing space pirates.
Always the fine eye for women.
INDRA: I chose him, actually.
HUNT: Calvino, this is Indra Xicol.
CALVINO: Indra Xicol. The obscure, rumoured to exist, but all the
(Calvino sniffs her.)
CALVINO: Why keep that face hidden from history?
INDRA: I'm shy, I guess.
CALVINO: No. All women are vain, impudent strumpets! Plate!
(This time Hunt takes it before it can be thrown.)
HUNT: Calvino, the map. I've come for it.
CALVINO: My friend, if only I had it.
INDRA: You don't?
RODDICK: His wife has the map, sir.
CALVINO: Wife. What wife? I have no wife. That faithless hag? That
lying daughter of chaos? That pion spewing accretion of interstellar
gas? More plates!
(Calvino throws a stack of plates into the air and Indra catches each
CALVINO: Oh! Truly, the legend herself. This is Indra Xicol. Could be
HUNT: It would seem so.
INDRA: The map, Dylan.
HUNT: Right. Just give me a minute. Okay, Calvino.
(A man who is sitting down at the table burps and passes out.)
HUNT: He doesn't look well.
CALVINO: Digesting. He'll be all right.
HUNT: About the map?
CALVINO: Love, Dylan. I die for it. There is no love in this universe.
HUNT: Of course there is.
CALVINO: Uh huh.
INDRA: The universe is full of love, Calvino. It's everywhere.
(A woman dressed in mediaeval style stomps in.)
ASTRID: Where is he? Ah! There you are, you pompous, arrogant black
hole! You call yourself a man? Let me tell you. Dylan, you're here.
Thank god. Whatever he's telling you, it's a lie.
HUNT: Yeah, well, it's nice to see you, too, Astrid.
ASTRID: I hope you've come to kill him. I don't trust you as far as I
can throw you.
CALVINO: Well, let's find out how far that is.
(Astrid and Calvino start fighting.)
INDRA: This is getting us no closer to finding the map, Dylan.
ASTRID: Who the hell is this?
INDRA: I'm Indra Xicol. I'm a friend of Dylan's.
ASTRID: A friend of Dylan's? You are not Indra Xicol, and you are not a
friend of Dylan's.
HUNT: Well, she's both, Astrid.
ASTRID: No, she's not. You're not a friend of Dylan's, and you're not
CALVINO: Not only losing her hair, but her mind.
ASTRID: Your suffering's just started, mush-mouth.
ASTRID: Be careful. She's not who she says.
INDRA: Astrid, about the map?
CALVINO: God, I love that woman.
HUNT: I really, really want that map.
CALVINO: Yes, yes. It's left, left, and then the first hard right.
INDRA: It sounds simple.
(A cooked leg of large fowl. Then Calvino swaps it for a small silver
CALVINO: Take this. Ha ha ha ha. Be eloquent. If she accepts, puts the
pieces together, it means, it means she wants me back.
INDRA: Well, if she's as sensible as you are, Calvino, we shouldn't
have any problems.
HUNT: Thank you. Oh, there will be problems.
This is the hard right.
HUNT: Sometimes I know the way, and sometimes I don't.
INDRA: Like life. Maybe like life, there is no one way.
HUNT: Just a lot of twists and turns, huh?
INDRA: It's the journey that counts, right, not the destination?
HUNT: Ah, so it doesn't matter which way we go.
INDRA: It never has, since it's all made up.
HUNT: What? What, you think I planned all this? I don't know how I
INDRA: You're Dylan Hunt.
INDRA: I like that about you. What do you like about me?
HUNT: What's not to like? We should get to where we're going.
INDRA: Dylan, I think we're already here. Have been all along, am I
HUNT: Well, my father taught me to never disagree with a beautiful
INDRA: Smart man.
HUNT: Actually, he said, never disagree with a woman. I threw in the
INDRA: Like I said, smart man.
Commonwealth fleet has found the Andromeda Ascendant.)
ROMMIE: I'm detecting multiple slipstream events. They're right on top
HARPER: Well, this could be good. More likely, it's extremely bad.
ROMMIE: Incoming message from Triumvir flagship Halcyon Promise.
TRI-JEMA [on viewscreen]: Andromeda, do not move from this location.
BEKA: Well, hi. Nice to see you too.
TRI-JEMA [on viewscreen]: Where's Captain Hunt?
BEKA: This is Acting Captain Rebeka B Valentine. State your business.
TRI-JEMA [on viewscreen]: Answer my question.
BEKA: Answer mine.
TRI-JEMA [on viewscreen]: I will. If you try and move Andromeda from
this location, we will destroy you. Tri-Jema out.
HARPER: You really showed her, boss.
We're lost again.
INDRA: Dylan, enough is enough. Let's just get the map and get out of
HUNT: You're right, enough is enough.
(Rhade is still wandering the maze, too.)
INDRA: I'm guessing this is the part of the plan where we separate.
HUNT: If you insist, that's the plan.
INDRA: Oh, I insist.
(Elsewhere, Rhade hears a voice.)
ASTRID [OC]: Now, listen carefully to what I have to say. Calvino is an
absolute animal. You wouldn't believe what I put up with.
Well, I had to let him know who's boss, so I clocked him. I mean, I
couldn't let him get away with that. What else do you do?
has two female servants in attendance.)
ASTRID: So I let him have it.
ASTRID: Come. Closer, so I can see you. Rrraw! Closer. More. Now, tell
me what you want. Anything.
RHADE: I want. Ahem. I came for the map.
(Astrid slaps him.)
ASTRID: Men! So obvious, so boring.
has made his way back to the food and drink.)
CALVINO: I hate when I feel like this, and I feel like this too
strongly, too often these days.
HUNT: Maybe you need a change of venue.
CALVINO: And leave this place? Are you mad? I know, I know, it seems
unreasonable to an outside eye.
HUNT: Only a little.
CALVINO: You are kind, Dylan, which is why I love you as my brother. We
are made of the same stern stuff. It is the other half of the sky, our
better half, that beats it out of us.
HUNT: Our stuff.
CALVINO: Our stuffing, yes. You understand. I have been watching you,
my friend. You have brought her here to test her, and as part of that,
she is with Astrid about now.
But as I look at you and your response to her, I realise that you too
are being gauged.
HUNT: So how am I doing?
CALVINO: You have fallen trap to your own devices. Although I am not
quite sure what that means. Point is, you too are now in love. Am I not
HUNT: Let's just say I'm in a very nice place.
CALVINO: Be careful, Dylan. Very, very, very, very, very, very, very,
very careful. Roddick, wine for our guest. Are you ready for the final
HUNT: Er, well, it's the only way to find out if she's true or not.
CALVINO: True? Truth? Truth is manifold. Never one thing, just like a
woman. Which is why, in comparison, we men are but a paltry imitation
of life. Bags of wind, full of sound and fury, signifying. Something. I
HUNT: It'll come to you. I've got to go.
CALVINO: Yes, yes. Wake up! I don't know how he does it. He sleeps for
the both of us, you know. Sleep. Ah, sleep that knits the ravelled
sleeve of care, sore labourer's balm, the sound of my own voice.
We'd better get this right.
TRANCE: Ready to flip?
ROMMIE: Good to go.
BEKA [in slipfighter]: Here goes nothing.
HARPER: She's launching.
TRANCE: Okay, Rommie.
ROMMIE: Engaging side roll.
(They hide the slipfighter from the fleet.)
TRI-JEMA [on viewscreen]: Andromeda, that was a foolish move. You may
warn your captain we're here, but when he returns, the star map will
still be mine.
HARPER: Can you believe I used to think she was cute?
Astrid, a moment of calm at this point would be a good idea.
ASTRID: Of course. Calm and stoic, like Calvino. Drunk, dirty,
dishevelled. He's got the map.
INDRA: That's untrue. You have the map.
ASTRID: You again. If you want the map, I want this man out of here. I
won't stay here if he's here. I won't. I won't, I won't, I won't!
RHADE: Apparently, she's reverted to childhood. Good luck.
ASTRID: Calvino. Oh, Calvino!
INDRA: He hurt you, huh?
ASTRID: I hate him.
INDRA: And love him. I'm worried I'm in the same situation. Guy loves
me, doesn't trust me.
ASTRID: Aren't they just awful?
INDRA: Tell me about it.
ASTRID: You understand.
(Hunt runs in.)
HUNT: Oh, there you are. Astrid, how do find your way around this
ASTRID: Stay there, Dylan. I am not speaking to men.
HUNT: All right, look, I know you're having problems with Calvino, but
I still need my map.
ASTRID: I'm not giving it to you but to my friend, my new friend. I
didn't want it, anyway.
HUNT: Put them together.
ASTRID: The centre is missing.
HUNT: Not if you know where to look.
(He produces it from his inside pocket.)
INDRA: You had it the whole time.
HUNT: No, no, just, just my piece. And now, we have the star map.
INDRA: Well, the copy.
HUNT: It's for you.
INDRA: You really do trust me.
HUNT: How could I not?
(Indra and Hunt kiss.)
ASTRID: You two, you're crazy.
HUNT: Well, it's the nature of love, Astrid.
ASTRID: No. Love is sanity. You two make that clear. You make me
remember. I have to keep Calvino, don't I? Anyway, he's all I've got.
HUNT: He's all you need. How long before we can go through the
ASTRID: The exit cycle is in four hours. I'll find your crew members
and join you at the surface then.
ASTRID: And you be good to him, hmm?
INDRA: I promise.
ASTRID: Ladies, leave them.
HUNT: I'm er, I'm going to hold you to that.
INDRA: You can hold me any way you want.
(Later, in bed.)
INDRA: I feel safe with you. Safety. Finally. You have no idea what
this means to me. I was ten, and we were at my father's Hunting lodge
on Lorem D.
Family, friends, the whole little community there. And I was down at
the lake, skipping stones, making wishes, when I saw smoke up at, at
the house. Magog raiders. I hid in the shallows, in the water. I saw
them come down and, and wash the blood off their fur.
HUNT: You must have been terrified.
INDRA: I know, Dylan, what this is all about. It's a test. You wanted
to see if I could be trusted before we got the copy of the map.
HUNT: I just wanted to get to know you. And now, we can take the map to
the true Commonwealth.
INDRA: The two of us?
HUNT: Yeah, the two of us.
(And later still, Indra wakes and slips out of bed. She takes the copy
of the Route of Ages. Hunt wakes.)
COMPUTER: MPD ignition.
COMPUTER: Ready for takeoff.
INDRA: Goodbye, Dylan. To what might have been.
She's about to enter slipstream maze, missing its clear cycle by twenty
minutes. I never trusted her.
HUNT: Well, I did.
ASTRID: Well, you had to test her, Dylan.
CALVINO: She would've been a great asset to the true Commonwealth.
RHADE: If she hadn't taken the easy way.
ASTRID: Both of you, stop. Can't you see it hurts?
HUNT: She er, she chose safety. I can't blame her for that, right?
ASTRID: She chose stupidly. Blame her all you want.
Dylan, come in.
HUNT: Beka, go ahead.
BEKA [on comms]: Dylan, Tri-Jema's ships have surrounded the Andromeda.
HUNT: We're on our way up. Hunt out. Well, you two, I owe you my
ASTRID: Well, we don't get that many visitors, and it was fun.
(Astrid hugs Hunt.)
CALVINO: Woman! Direct that this way. We should do it again sometime.
HUNT: Yeah, sometime. Let's move out.
Where, where the hell am I?
(The Maru escapes the maze and goes into slipstream, then out again
near the Andromeda and the fleet.)
RHADE: Incoming transmission.
TRI-JEMA [on screen]: Captain Hunt, welcome back. Is Indra Xicol with
HUNT: You know where she is. She's in the Noumenal system with the star
TRI-JEMA [on screen]: She got it from you.
HUNT: Well, looks like you sent the right person.
TRI-JEMA [on screen]: And you chose to tangle with the wrong one. Me.
HUNT: It really wasn't much of a choice.
TRI-JEMA [on screen]: That will be little comfort when the Magog
Worldship arrives. Until then, Captain Hunt.
(The fleet goes into slipstream.)
HUNT: Actually, it's more comforting than you know.
[OC]: We are coming in. Time is of the essence. Please advise on your
INDRA [OC]: No, Tri-Jema, it's too dangerous. Wait.
(The Halcyon Promise enters the slipstream maze around the planet.)
TRI-JEMA [OC]: We are having serious navigational problems. Please
Come on. Where's that exit point? Of course. The Route of Ages. Come
on, give me some answers.
(She plugs the locket into the controls.)
HUNT [on screen]: You didn't say goodbye, so I thought I would. That
moment of weakness, Indra, the one where we go against our better
nature, we all have to watch for it. There's no copy of the map. The
original was never stolen. It was, well, it was all a test for whomever
By the time you find your way out of the maze, if you ever do, maybe
you'll be a different person. Goodbye, Indra.
TRI-JEMA [OC]: We are out of control. We cannot hold our course.
INDRA: Don't you see? We're on a collision course.
TRI-JEMA [OC]: Oh, god.
INDRA: Get out of my way!
TRI-JEMA [OC]: Oh, god, help us! Help!
(The slipfighter just misses the big ship, which then explodes.)
How are you feeling?
HUNT: Ready to move on.
TRANCE: I sense you're not finished with her.
HUNT: No, I don't think I am. But somehow I think she's finished with
TRANCE: You don't know what will become of her, what she'll learn from
this if she ever gets out.
HUNT: We can only hope, Trance. This universe is all about hope.