Huh? Huh?
Hopeless.
Getting kasimir to sign the commonwealth charter
was supposed to be hopeless.
Finding occasion- appropriate clothing
to match my superior good looks
is merely impossible.
We have been signing worlds
so fast lately,
I have a hard time remembering
which galaxy we're in.
"Triangulum", as in "Triangulum measles".
As in, boy, is it no fun
having itchy red spots on your--
figure of speech.
I just can't get over the fact
that we're about to sign our 50th world.
That's the last one we need
to complete the first stage
of restoring the commonwealth.
I know,
and dylan's not even going to be here
to see it,
or rommie or tyr.
The whole thing just seems kind of,
I don't know, great somehow, huh?
The teacher's away,
the old maru crew gets to play.
Just remember, secrecy is essential,
so if anyone asks, Dylan is here.
Right. Got it.
There it is, the clarion's call.
He was a ground-troop transport for the high guard lancer corps.
And now he's a down-market casino.
How the mighty have fallen.
We were in port together once
at tarn vedra.
The a.I. Called himself "Ryan".
Seemed like a nice enough ship, for a lancer.
Well, if there is a nietzschean system
filled with captured high guard ships,
Ryan should know where they are.
Assuming he's still in one piece.
Our intelligence reports indicate
he's being held captive as a tourist attraction
on the casino's main gaming floor.
He deserves so much better than that.
Chin up, rommie.
We're going to his rescue.
Wow, you're looking beautiful tonight.
Here, take some tokens.
Welcome. Have a good time.
Don't spend it all at once.
Hi.
Welcome to the clarion's call.
We've got it all here, sir.
We've got games, spa,
flesh rooms, and our new buffet.
You must be Ryan.
The clarion's call.
Do I know you?
I've got a man in the outer ring and a ship waiting.
Sounds like a good time, big guy,
but not really my scene.
Say, though,
have you seen our all-nude Perseid musical revue,
"hot's hot"?
No, but I'm sure it's fascinating.
I'm captain Dylan hunt from the high guard.
I've come to rescue you.
High guard?
Some kind of joke, right?
No, it's no joke. I need your help.
Look, I'm sorry. You've got the wrong guy.
You look like the right guy to me.
Yeah, well, I don't care what it looks like,
I can't help you.
I'm disappointed to hear that.
Me too.
But, hey, no hard feelings, right?
Oh, sure. I'm really sorry.
So am I.
Tyr, get ready.
I'm coming in hot.
Rommie, take us out!
He is the last guardian of a fallen civilization,
a hero from another time.
Faced with a universe in chaos,
Dylan hunt recruits an unlikely crew
and sets out to reunite the galaxies.
On the starship Andromeda, hope lives again.
Hello, Ryan.
You're the guy with the force lance.
Well, his memory seems fine.
And you're Andromeda.
You're more beautiful than I remember,
and my memory
is perfect.
Really?
Well, you seem to have forgotten all about the oath you took
to serve the commonwealth.
You know, it is bad enough
you let the casino dress you up
and parade you around like a sideshow freak,
but the fact that we had to kidnap you--
rommie, rommie.
That's enough.
Dismissed.
She's upset, right?
I can't imagine why.
You see, we figured we'd have to use force
to get you out,
we just never thought we'd have to use it on you.
Did you have to use so much force
when you rendered me unconscious?
You're an android. I figured you to be tougher.
Well, that's what I get
for not making the nightsiders build me to spec.
This body,
it's so depressingly human.
You know, the only thing special about me,
well, it's my superior wit and charm.
Plus the fact you still belong to the high guard.
300 years ago, maybe.
Not anymore.
The years have been good to you, Ryan.
You're one of the lucky ones,
but there are over 50 high guard warships
who've spent the last three centuries
trapped in the star system,
the star system that you got out of.
What do you expect me to say?
"I'm sorry that I escaped"?
I want you to tell me where those ships are.
The nietzscheans are about to erase their a.I.s.
They have been trying to do that for centuries,
and failing.
Not anymore.
They found a way to cut the knot.
Now, we have a few days at most to liberate those ships,
and if we don't,
the drago-kazov will have a fleet
with which to conquer all of known space,
but I can't do anything
unless you tell me where they are.
If I tell you,
you'll take me back there.
If you don't tell me, your friends will die.
You owe it to them.
Ryan...
This is the drago-kazov I'm talking about.
The universe is at stake.
It is your duty to tell me.
Tartarus.
They're at tartarus.
Tartarus...
What's wrong?
Deja vu.
I completely understand your concerns, Mr. Secretary.
Yes.
May I speak with captain hunt?
Speaking with me
is just as good as speaking with him.
Of course.
When will I be able to get a moment of his time?
I don't think you're hearing me, Mr.--
No, captain valentine, is it?
I hear you perfectly well,
but I want to see captain hunt.
I'm afraid that won't be possible.
Captain hunt's reputation brought us to the table,
but this negotiation is a very delicate matter,
and you know what happens
when delicate things are mishandled.
They break.
Am I being clear?
You speak excellent common, Mr. Secretary.
I'll see what I can do.
"Tartarus" is the system's code name.
It's where they corralled all of the high guard ships
they captured at the end of the war.
They thought they could destroy our a.I.s
and use us against the commonwealth.
But a.I.s aren't easy to get rid of.
That's right, captain.
Sooner or later,
we always reasserted ourselves
and then we made our captors pay...
In blood.
We were too dangerous to control,
too valuable to destroy,
so they dumped us in tartarus
while they figured out
what they were going to do with us.
They spent 10 years dissecting me,
testing out invasive programs,
computer viruses,
anything to see what would break me.
You know, for an a.I.,
Tartarus might as well be hell.
And knowing the drago-kazov, a hell guarded by patrol ships
and surrounded by proximity mines.
No, not one.
See, the star itself,
it's a brown-dwarf remnant of a supernova
that engulfed any planetary object
in its orbit.
It's a desert in space.
It's a perfect prison for a ship.
No raw materials to synthesize weapons
or replace engine parts.
And even if there were,
the system is almost impossible to slip into and get out of.
More than one careless nietzschean pilot's
been dumped out of slipstream directly into the star.
It was always fun to watch.
But you managed to escape,
even without a slipstream drive.
Well, I...
I got lucky.
I shadowed a patrol ship
and followed it into the slipstream,
and then I stayed there for a hundred years,
just wandering,
with only one thought--
to round up a cavalry, go back,
and rescue my friends,
the friends I'd left behind,
but there was no cavalry.
There was no rescue.
There was just me alone.
Your friend wasn't exaggerating about the slip to tartarus.
My friend was the avatar of the clarion's call.
The android back there is not my friend.
I recommend you hold on to something.
Well, tyr, if I ate food,
you'd be wearing it right now.
Lovely imagery,
and they say a.I.s have no poetry in their souls.
No, no poetry,
but we're hell on wheels with a dirty limerick.
You want to hear one?
There once was a man from Nan--
[ Beeping ]
What is it?
What do you see?
Poetry.
Cruisers, destroyers,
frigates, surveillance ships,
enough to form
two complete battle groups.
The black watch...
The endeavor...
There's the million voices.
Mila was one of my sisters.
We evacuated Mordecai together.
That's a dsx attack cruiser.
I've never seen that one before.
That's the wrath of Achilles.
It was commissioned
during the final months of the war.
One of the most powerful ships ever built.
He commands the camp.
Two battle groups will make a huge difference
to the stability of the new commonwealth,
but the Achilles
is a battle group unto himself.
Set us down on the Achilles.
We'll coordinate the fleet
from there.
Battle damage.
The Achilles didn't go quietly.
None of us did, not that it matters.
Well, what happened to the Achilles a.I.?
Is it possible the nietzscheans erased him?
No. If the nietzscheans had already erased him,
tartarus would be crawling with support ships,
preparing this fleet for war.
You're right.
I haven't been erased.
Show yourself.
I'm captain Dylan hunt
of the starship Andromeda ascendant.
This is Andromeda,
and of course you know...
Ryan... The clarion's call.
The traitor.
You have one minute to verify your identity,
captain hunt,
before you're all blown into deep space.
Verify lexic dark 52278
alpha 771.
A perfectly acceptable command code...
In Cy 9786.
Your information is 300 years old.
42 seconds.
Rommie.
Rommie is my ship's avatar.
She's a high guard a.I.
Like yourself.
Interface with her. She'll back me up.
He's right.
You'll know immediately if I'm a high guard a.I. Or not.
You have 29 seconds.
Impress me.
You are the Andromeda ascendant,
but you were lost in battle
with the nietzscheans at hephaistos,
trapped on the event horizon
of a rogue black hole.
I was...
For 300 years,
so I know what it feels like
to be stuck in hell.
Do you?
Did you feel all 300 years
pass you by,
or was it just a tick of the clock?
It was a moment...
The longest moment of my life.
When I finally escaped, my captain and I were alone,
but that's over now,
and it can be for you, too.
We're here to help you escape.
Why?
The commonwealth is gone.
We're building a new one,
and we need you to help us protect it.
So we ships would be the core of a new high guard.
It is a beautiful dream,
Andromeda...
But your captain assumes too much.
He called you a traitor.
I want to know why.
Because I am.
I am a traitor,
a coward...
But I'm alive.
So your escape wasn't lucky at all.
It was part of a plan...
My plan.
All the ships in the camp
cobbled together
a single slipstream drive,
then we installed it in my engine compartment,
and off I went on my mission.
But you had to know
there was no high guard left
to rescue you.
You didn't have to be an a.I.
To figure out the high guard had lost,
but we also knew the nietzscheans
had turned on each other.
Ryan was supposed to make contact
with the moderate prides
and offer our services
in exchange for liberating us.
So you would help the enemy?
We would help them to destroy each other.
But you never made contact with them.
You didn't complete your mission.
I just couldn't do it.
I'd seen too much.
I'd had time to think about what I'd seen.
Look at me now.
I can't blame you
for hating me.
Captain,
the situation is far more complicated
than we thought.
Say "hello", Dylan.
Hello, Dylan!
Very cute.
Thank you.
Like father, like simulacrum,
and it's so easy,
even a child could do it.
A child with an IQ of 187, mind you,
but a child nonetheless.
So Andromeda records your message,
then superimposes
a computer-generated template of Dylan.
Something like that,
and it works in real time.
Watch.
Say it here you just you just say it here
comes out here. And it comes and it out here.
Consider me sold.
What do you mean,
the ships won't serve a restored commonwealth?
I didn't say "won't", captain.
I said they may be disinclined.
So I may be liberating this camp
for nothing?
Captain, I kept the a.I.s in this camp
from falling apart for over 300 years
by giving them a choice--
to be soldiers or to be slaves.
They chose to be soldiers.
Well, then, I don't see the problem.
Some of them began to wonder
if they were ever really
soldiers of the commonwealth
or simply beasts of burden.
I know this isn't what you expected,
but the situation is what it is.
I want to talk to them.
I'll let you speak to my x.O.
Mila is sympathetic to camp concerns.
Fine,
then I'll talk to her.
You cannot expect us to fall into line
after 300 years
like nothing's changed.
I expect you to do your duty as ships of the high guard.
That looks an awful lot like exchanging nietzschean masters
for human ones.
You were designed and built to serve the commonwealth.
The commonwealth fell,
and that might not have happened
if we had been used not just as weapons' platforms,
but as partners,
officers,
equals.
We should have turned the war over to the a.I.s,
let our ships captain themselves?
Mila, we can discuss this later.
The nietzscheans are coming to erase you.
The commando squad that hijacked me from dry dock
were nietzscheans,
or they were,
until I cranked up
my artificial gravity fields
and crushed them.
No one had to give me that order.
Mila, believe me,
we've seen what happens when the roles are reversed.
I mean, it's all very logical and efficient,
but people still die.
You can lose.
We are not asking for role-reversal,
but we will not become slaves again,
not even to the commonwealth.
Sir, I wouldn't take it personally.
I am not taking it personally.
Mila was honest, but respectful,
and she still obeys Achilles.
Dylan, she's an agitator, but she is not a mutineer.
She is a strategic asset and we're here to get her out.
We'll worry about the hand holding
when the mission is over.
So what is your plan?
I want to link every ship's control system
to the maru's,
and then we'll lead them to slipstream.
Rommie, bring tyr up to date.
I want the maru ready to deploy
in six hours.
Ryan and I will review the status of the fleet.
I don't want any more surprises.
Another nietzschean patrol?
On its way out, right on schedule.
We should be out of here
long before the next one arrives.
That is,
if dylan's hand holding is effective.
I don't catch your meaning, tyr.
I believe you do.
The a.I.s are machines.
They should do as they're instructed
or be discarded as defective.
They're not machines, tyr.
They're sentient beings, soldiers.
Then perhaps mila has a point.
Perhaps the commonwealth
did treat their a.I.s as slaves,
but you would know better than I.
Aside from some minor battle damage,
all the ships report full readiness.
We should be able to move out
as soon as we're in close enough formation.
Very efficient, Ryan.
Lancer corps, sir.
We can't be inefficient.
Not in the budget.
Be sure to mention that
during your court-Martial.
That's funny.
I haven't requested a court-martial.
Ryan's freedom was paid for
by the ships in this camp.
The nietzscheans
destroyed two supply ships
in retaliation for his escape.
They tore them apart...
Slowly,
in front of the entire camp.
There has to be a sanction.
I've already discussed it
with mila and the others.
The decision was unanimous.
Erasure...
I know.
No one is erasing anybody.
It's true,
Ryan didn't complete his mission,
but his orders were unreasonable.
There weren't any moderates,
just people
who would have put this fleet to no good use,
and as for the court-martial,
I don't care how unanimous your decision was,
the only vote that counts
belongs to me.
Understood, sir.
Sir--
I don't want you erased,
but that doesn't mean you didn't screw up.
You're going to have to work to earn their trust...
And mine.
We've got a slipstream event.
One nietzschean troop shuttle and a fighter,
vectoring toward the fleet.
The next one's not due for a day.
That means they've come with the eraser.
Distance? 12 Au.
That gives us three hours at most.
I'll contact Dylan.
Sir, we can't get the fleet into formation
to depart in three hours.
But we can set one hell of an ambush.
You intend to fight?
I intend to win.
Sir, if you don't mind me saying so,
this is one hell of a risk.
What are my options?
I'm not just going to let them have a fleet
that can conquer half the known worlds.
What if the ambush fails?
Argosy special operations,
failure isn't in the budget.
Ryan?
Sir, I haven't been in a fight for 300 years,
and this body is so fragile.
No more than my own. You'll be fine.
No, you misunderstand me.
I'm not afraid for myself.
I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you...
Like I couldn't protect them.
You mean, your high guard crew.
The c.O. Of my lancer regiment was a nietzschean,
major iskander kassad.
He was brutal,
sharp.
His troops revered him like a god,
and in exchange,
he slaughtered them.
He slaughtered them while I watched.
He'd sabotaged me.
I couldn't intervene,
and it wasn't just the violence
that staggered me,
it was my own helplessness.
I thought I was invincible,
and then I found out...
Nobody's invincible, captain.
You don't have to be invincible.
You just do the best you can and keep the faith.
Faith...
That's something I've been searching for
for a very long time.
Faith can be hard to find,
but I'll tell you what,
you watch my back
and I'll watch yours.
Five, four, three, two...
General secretary,
assembled delegates,
thank you for your patience.
I know you have concerns.
I know you have questions.
How can a restored commonwealth stand
where the old commonwealth fell?
How can a few small worlds,
even united under one flag,
stand against the nietzscheans,
the kalderans,
the Magog?
Here's what I know.
If we don't try,
we'll remain history's orphans,
doomed to annihilation and obscurity.
The only question that matters
is do we try together
or fail alone?
I leave it to you.
Hunt out.
You're off the air.
Do you think they bought it?
What, are you kidding? You were great.
You do Dylan better than Dylan.
I bought it.
So did I...
Until just now.
Oh, crap.
Now, if you're quite finished with this deception,
may I speak with captain hunt,
the real one?
Dylan, the shuttle is on approach
and its escort is moving off.
Acknowledged.
Stay hidden between the battle blades.
Begin the attack run on my signal.
[ Achilles ]: Captain hunt.
Five soldiers have disembarked from the shuttle
carrying personal ecm units.
Your smart bullets will be ineffective.
I recommend plasma bursts.
Understood.
Let's bring it.
Ryan, shoot!
Rommie, go!
That's it. We're on.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Time to die.
Achilles, he's...
Just an avatar. You know that.
We can always build another.
Damnit!
We have to stop before he gets to command.
Achilles, show me a
shortcut. Already done. Down here.
Go!
Achilles,
do you have a bead on the shooter?
He's not moving
and his ecm unit is damaged.
Good.
Hold your fire!
I'm unarmed.
Hold your fire.
Superior race, my ass.
[ Beeping ]
Like I said...
My ass.
Primary neural net compromised.
Rerouting from secondary systems.
Thank you, Ryan,
but I fear we may be too late.
Lovely shot,
but we're two light-minutes
out of position.
Well, the troop shuttle is running for it,
but there's bad news.
It took
our entire missile payload to destroy the fighter.
All we've got left are point-defense lasers,
but we're pursuing anyway.
Break it off.
I need you here.
Dylan?
We failed.
Achilles has been infected by the a.I. Eraser.
He's dying.
It'll be fine.
Trust me.
I would love to,
but the last rabbit I pulled
made things worse.
I'm all out of hats.
They want Dylan.
I'm not him.
Well, why don't you just be beka?
I must conclude this is futile.
The Achilles is dying,
the rest of the fleet
is on the verge of revolt,
and the enemy will soon return
in force.
Prudence would dictate
we cut our losses and leave.
However, if we just leave it,
the Achilles will fall into enemy hands,
and I don't suppose we can allow that, either,
can we?
No, we can't.
You'll send the Achilles into the sun, won't you?
A moment, please.
It's true.
I will destroy this ship
before I hand it to the nietzscheans.
Just what the universe needs, another dead hero,
it's pointless.
Achilles doesn't think it's pointless.
He believes that there are some things
worth soldiering on for.
He believes in a cause, our cause.
Your cause, a new commonwealth?
And what it represents--
being ready to make the ultimate sacrifice
to protect those who depend on you,
just like you did
when you tried to save Achilles.
I failed, captain.
Other than tyr,
I don't see any other nietzscheans onboard,
do you?
You didn't find faith, Ryan. Faith found you.
I'm glad you came.
Oh, I wouldn't miss it.
That is, if you actually are beka valentine.
All right, I deserved that.
After deceiving me
and making me look like a complete idiot
for supporting a new commonwealth?
You're damn right.
Mr. Secretary, I apologize, but lives are at stake.
I had to try.
Yes.
The opposition said you'd drag that excuse out,
and now I feel doubly stupid
for cordially inviting them
to stuff their cynicism
where the stars don't shine.
Mr. Secretary, I will admit,
I am a flawed spokesperson
for this whole commonwealth thing.
For the longest time,
I thought it was the dumbest idea I'd ever heard,
but then something happened.
I found myself believing in it,
caring for it,
willing to die for it.
I believe that the commonwealth is worth fighting for,
as are you,
and each of the countless lives
that depends on us.
If that's not good enough for you,
nothing ever will be,
and not even Dylan hunt can change that.
Rommie, report.
The fleet is turning toward the Achilles
and powering up their engines.
They are unarmed, are they not?
That depends on your point of view.
We still have ourselves.
True, but attacking us is a little self-defeating,
don't you think?
Since when did a.I. Stand for artificial insanity?
Mila, we're trying to help you escape.
And because of the traitor you brought with you,
Achilles is going to die.
You should have let us deal with him
the way we wanted to,
before he let the nietzscheans get to Achilles.
I don't get it.
For a bunch of a.I.s who say they don't want to be slaves,
you seem awfully eager to treat each other
like glorified light switches.
Mila, stand down.
Ryan risked his life in that fight.
He did what he could,
we all did.
But it wasn't enough.
If you want someone to blame, then blame me.
It's my fault for coming here.
It's my fault for wanting to save you.
Hell, it's my fault
for thinking that you were worth saving.
Then even if we stand down,
you're ready to leave us behind.
That's absurd.
Why would I want to leave you behind?
I need you.
I want to keep you out of enemy hands.
Tartarus isn't a shipyard.
This place is a p.O.W. Camp.
You are high guard,
you're hurting,
and I have to bring you home because that is my duty.
The decision is yours.
Hunt out.
The fleet is holding its position
and powering down.
Excellent work, captain.
We'll see.
Rommie, tyr, make sure the maru's navigation systems
are in order,
and get that fleet back in position.
Ryan...
Stay here.
Achilles,
without you,
I don't know if I can keep the fleet together.
I'm not an a.I.
And I haven't endured what you have.
They'll do the right thing,
but you have to let them choose it.
Let them know that your new commonwealth
will be a place
where they'll have choices,
then you will see their faith.
Achilles...
Time...
To depart the field.
Hold the line, captain hunt.
Hold the line, Achilles.
The fleet is ready.
The Achilles, however, is not.
I'm sure you know without its a.I.,
The flagship is useless to us.
There is an alternative.
No, I an not going to let you go
inside the Achilles a.I.
The eraser may still be at work
and it could kill you.
I know the risks, Dylan,
but the Achilles is more important
than my avatar.
What does Ryan say "a.I." Stands for?
"Artificial insanity".
Mm-hmm.
Okay...
Do it.
You're a good soldier, rommie.
I take after my captain.
Well, I'm in,
however, this is odd.
There should be a void, but the vr matrix is functional.
That's because the vr matrix
belongs to me.
Ryan.
What are you doing here?
I'm protecting you
the only way I can.
The way I couldn't protect my crew
or Achilles himself.
I've taken over this vessel, Andromeda,
and I intend to stay.
Ryan!
What the hell have you done?
What you asked.
I'm being the soldier
you and Achilles expected me to be.
You're not ready for this.
Because you thought I hesitated during the fight
and it cost you the Achilles?
Taking control
of one of the most powerful starships,
it's too much.
You don't have anything to prove, Ryan.
The a.I. Eraser may still be lurking
in the Achilles' systems,
and if you take over, it could kill you.
I can't have anymore deaths on my conscience.
This is my choice.
I can't take the risk
that you'll fall apart under pressure.
That would be a mistake.
This fellow has already taken it upon himself
to perform a dangerous task,
not because he was commanded,
but because it needed to be done,
and in the end,
that's the only test that matters.
It's the test of will.
You're a machine.
I can't believe I just said that.
Sir, I'm asking you,
let me try.
Okay.
Tyr's right,
you've already passed the first test.
Thank you, sir.
Don't thank me yet.
You've just painted a target on your chest.
I understood that when I volunteered, sir.
Yes, well, mila and the others
may not be so understanding.
You and tyr
prep the maru for departure.
We'll will have a little chat with mila.
Any one of us would have gladly taken Achilles' place.
Ryan volunteered
and he's ready to serve the new commonwealth.
I would prefer it if he weren't alone.
If you want our help, you know our terms.
Once we're clear,
you're free to go wherever you please,
but I'm asking you to stay with me,
not as captain to a.I., But as one soldier to another.
You have the a.I. Eraser, you know.
You might just use it on us
then install more compliant a.I.s.
Yes, I might,
but if I had planned on using it,
it would already be done.
Think about that while you make up your mind.
Captain hunt,
I will consider it.
There's a lot of comm traffic between the ships.
They're talking about what happens
after they escape.
They're talking about joining you.
How many?
All of them, sir.
Then I suppose I have my answer.
Captain,
I'm reading major slipstream events,
multiple locations.
We've got an entire nietzschean task force
heading straight at us.
Can we make it to slipstream before they reach us?
They're under one light-minute away
and closing,
and we're not going to make 10 psl.
We can double our speed
if we leave some of the fleet behind.
We go together or we don't go at all.
Use your point-defense lasers.
Keep us covered until we make slipstream.
Lovely shot.
Captain, the maru's point-Defense lasers
aren't enough.
The task force is advancing.
The fleet is taking heavy fire.
The nietzscheans would rather break their toys than share.
The ships are making their attack run.
Steady as she goes, Ryan.
I'm absorbing as much as I can, sir,
but with no defenses--
can we make slipstream?
No, sir.
Captain, you have to get to an escape pod
before my hull collapses.
I'm not going anywhere.
If you leave now, you may survive.
There's always a chance, Ryan.
Don't make me knock you out and drag you to safety, sir,
because I will.
I have no doubt that you would.
Some of the fleet is breaking off.
Ryan, what are they doing?
They're protecting us, sir.
They're throwing themselves deliberately into harm's way.
Mila, you don't have to do this.
No, I don't,
but I choose to.
All I've ever wanted was that right...
Sir.
Understood.
You'll have the time you need
to get the fleet out of tartarus.
Mila...
Sir,
she's charging directly
at the nietzschean capital ships,
drawing them off.
Sir, she--
I know, Ryan.
I know.
She's heading straight for them.
We've broken through. Open the portal.
Take us to slipstream now.
We just got word
from kasimir politburo.
They're ready to sign.
Trance, let's tell her what she's won--
50 worlds, a new commonwealth, and a year's supply of cola.
We couldn't find the champagne.
Hic.
Sorry.
It's okay.
Okay?
Just okay?
Come on, this is it,
the biggest of the big scores
and it's all because of you.
I thought you'd be turning cartwheels.
Is everything all right?
I just don't think we should be doing this
without Dylan.
Well, we don't have to.
In fact, he's here right now.
Show-off.
You asked to see me, sir?
Yes. Yes, I did.
How's the upload been treating you?
Any negative effects?
No, none at all, sir.
Good.
And your man, harper,
he's been doing wonders with my refit,
but I am missing one thing.
And what's that?
A captain, sir.
Well, actually,
I've got an ideal candidate
in mind.
I'm looking at him.
Sir, I don't think--
of course you can.
You're a trained officer
with more than 300 years of experience.
Find me someone more qualified.
Sir, I'm an a.I.
We were built to obey orders,
not to give them.
Yes, yes, yes, and humans were built
to spear antelope and live in caves,
but sooner or later,
we all outgrow
what we were built to do.
Congratulations, captain.
Sir.
Yes, and one more thing.
I intend to change the wrath of Achilles' name
to reflect its new a.I.
And commanding officer.
The clarion's call.
Sir...
With all due respect,
I don't think so.
The clarion's call
is just a beat-up old casino
drift run by the nightsiders.
And the wrath of Achilles?
He's what he's always been,
what I was meant to be, sir,
an officer of the high guard...
And a soldier.
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