Total honesty.
As in no one on all the planet Veras
tells a white lie?
Nope. Not even a beige one.
With virtually foolproof lie-detection capabilities
and penalties for deceptive behavior
ranging from inflicted vegetative stasis
to decapitation,
they've created a world of absolute truthfulness.
What is that?
Like, the second circle of hell?
That would be right below absolute celibacy.
Harper, you might find this surprising,
but some people find the truth liberating.
Are we talking about the same Beka?
I would have liked to have gone with her to study the Verasites.
Huh. Not me.
A world of polygraphs?
I get paranoid just thinking about it.
Man, talk about a buzz kill.
How do they mate?
How do they date? I mean, come on.
Love is just a bunch of exaggerations and lies
all dolled up in pseudo-poetic language
uttered preferably while intoxicated,
and all for the singular universal purpose
of... You know.
Harper, you're a born romantic.
Sometimes, there are flowers.
Actually, Harper does have a point.
After the Verasites developed their highly coveted truth technology
nearly five centuries ago,
the culture subsequently endured radical shifts
in social behaviors and philosophies.
It's a particularly logical and passionless society.
And our particularly passionate and illogical Beka Valentine
is testifying on behalf of some guy
who stole DNA from them?
Sounds like he'd be better off just giving it back.
So, as I understand it,
I am to be a character witness for Able Ladrone.
Well, first off, let me start by saying
that Able Ladrone never stole anything from anyone.
Maybe there was one or two instances.
All right, Able Ladrone was an all-out criminal,
but that was a long time ago.
Able Ladrone is my friend?
Okay.
How goes the vacation, boss?
I mean, how goes the Sinti strategic defense summit, boss?
Well, actually, Mr. Harper,
it's very interesting.
It is running a bit long, though.
Yeah, yeah. Grueling, I'm sure.
Two-hour lecture, lunch,
go to the beach, take a nap,
then maybe another lecture, maybe fight off another nap,
and then dinner, and then, well...
I won't go into that.
I'll just get depressed.
Yes, it's tough duty, but someone has to do it.
Don't rub it in.
He most certainly was an orphan.
Look, that's starting to annoy me.
Okay, thank you.
For heaven's sake, I am perfectly capable of telling the truth
without constantly being monitored.
Report on Beka.
Our last communication indicated that she was about to testify
and everything was going smoothly.
Just goes to show you that in a world dominated by reason,
character can still count for something.
Excellent. Keep me posted,
but don't call too early,
because these lectures tend to run very, very late.
I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.
Fairness?
You want fairness?
Get me Able Ladrone.
Security, seal Omega core.
Apprehend Beka Valentine.
Wait! Come back!
Andromeda, come in!
Beka, what's wrong?
You could say my testimony's had an unexpected impact.
Now some lunatic is attempting a prison break.
Well, despite the absence of shackles and a cell,
one can only presume this is Able Ladrone.
He's going to be the dead Able Ladrone
if we don't get back to the Maru right now.
The universe is a dangerous place,
but in our future,
my crew and I fight to make it safe.
I am Dylan Hunt,
Captain of the Andromeda Ascendant,
and these are our adventures.
The Maru has just docked,
and there is an urgent hail from the planet Veras.
This is Marshall Orac of Fugitive Retrieval.
Where is Captain Hunt?
What can we do for you, Marshall?
Do you or do you not admit to harboring the fugitive known as Able Ladrone?
Able Ladrone is onboard the Andromeda, yes.
Able Ladrone is wanted for crimes committed
throughout the new Commonwealth and beyond,
not the least of which is the theft and smuggling
of extremely sensitive technology
from Technocore.
Return him immediately,
or we will unleash the entire arsenal
of the Veras Fugitive Retrieval Squad.
You can do little to harm me.
Ladrone has stolen technology
that can change the face of the universe
for better or worse.
He was on trial through the auspices of Technocore,
who are our protectors.
Oh, brother. Technocore.
We shall not mask our intent.
Either give us Ladrone or we will attack.
We await your response.
He's lying.
Look, the Verasites may be truth harpies,
but if they're in Technocore's "how high" club, It is bad news.
What?
"How high?" Club.
Technocore says "Jump!" and they say, "How high?"
What is Technocore?
It's a giant consortium of companies, planets, and even some small systems,
all of whom manufacture weapons and defense materials.
Yep. Bad boys with big guns.
They've got their own military,
and rumor has it they've even got armament
that can take out the Andromeda.
So what do we do now?
If Veras fires on us
and we return fire destroying their ships,
we are criminals in the Commonwealth.
And Dylan is with the Commonwealth right now.
And if we hand over Ladrone and he's innocent?
Have the Verasites launched vessels?
Yes.
Then we're on the clock.
Boss.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, boss.
Boss...
Jeez, Valentine, did you have to break the guy out of the pokey?
Look, I didn't have a choice.
Well, you might have had one or two other choices.
Before you indict Beka, I should tell you
that although I've made a career
out of remodeling the truth into convenient shapes
while taking possession of commodities
legally belonging to others--
Nietzscheans call those liars and thieves.
I would dispute the fact that what I've done has been wrong.
Illegal, yes,
but you should know
that the universe is not by nature
an equitable distributor of good health and good fortune.
And I suppose it's your duty
to give the gift of redistribution?
Look, Harper, there are those
for whom personal gain is of secondary importance.
And there are those for whom the Robin Hood defense
is not necessarily the greatest way to go.
But, oh, what the hell.
In an odd sort of way, I guess I can get behind it.
Great.
You must be the engineer.
Why? Because I'm the short guy with the sense of humor?
The wry wit, huh?
Because I'm so freaking amiable with the careless demeanor? Is that it?
Well, that, and the tools.
Right.
What is that?
This? Oh, it's nothing special.
It's just the Harper handy ultra multi.
Heh. It's ultra-configurable, multi-purpose, and it's Harper handy.
It's a pocket utility.
It's not quite finished yet. I've got a few
personal modifications I have to finish,
But this puppy
has got eight different nanobots inside it
that can sew together anything,
metal, glass, carbon fibers, even organic sludge,
You name it, and it's got user-programmable settings.
Here, check it out.
Oop.
Must have left the charge on. Sorry.
Harper...
Bek, we need to talk.
Oh, let me guess. Before he left,
Dylan nominated you substitute scolder.
So does that mean that you deny
that what you did was totally irresponsible and selfish?
Trance, do you know the consequences
of a guilty verdict on Veras?
What they call rehabilitation,
the rest of the galaxy calls mutilation.
Technocore will see to that.
What about the consequences for the rest of us?
Come on, Beka. Look me in the eye
and tell me you considered that even for a nanosecond.
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.
Nostalgia is not an excuse,
no matter how you romanticize it.
Isn't it? Able's an old friend.
He may be all I have left of the good old days.
Let's talk about what happened last time
we encountered someone from the "good old days".
Oh, let's not. How about being my friend
and showing a little faith in my judgment?
Even if I think you're making a big mistake,
and we're going to have to pay that price right along with you?
Maybe that's what loyalty is.
You know, Beka, it's important that you know
that this experimental genetic material that I stole-
Neck.
Thank you.
Has been successful in curing everything
from post-traumatic dementia to bio-viruses.
It's miracle stuff.
I believe you,
and I'm sure Andromeda is verifying your account
even as we speak.
You look better than I remember.
I've been watching my diet.
I can't see anything.
Nothing on sensors.
This is too creepy.
Wait a minute.
What if the Verasites have already contacted Technocore?
I'm sure they have.
What genetic technology is Ladrone accused of stealing?
It always boils down to genetics for you, Huh, Anasazi?
My silly child, that's what we all boil down to.
Well, so far, I've been shut out
by wall after wall of highly advanced encryptions.
Those on the cutting edge
of Technocore's research and development
aren't ready for anyone to know its technology exists,
much less discover that it's fallen into the hands
of someone like Able Ladrone.
That's not the only thing that's fallen into his hands.
Beka's a big girl.
Age is irrelevant.
Yeah, and besides,
even the most experienced pilots
are vulnerable to blind spots,
and trust me,
Beka's had more than her fair share of fender benders.
At least she's gotten behind the wheel.
All right, look,
if you're going to slam my love life
in which you refuse to take part,
don't hide behind some cheesy metaphor, okay?
I'm receiving a transmission from the Verasites.
Do you remember the first time you went on a grift with me?
Lonestar Euphrates.
Beautiful place.
I think I was supposed to be helping my dad
offload some hot terra gems
on some black market on Fenree.
And I was in the middle of my pitch to the mark,
this big fat rich guy
with a very memorable proboscis,
when he turns and says-
"Who's the gangly redhead?"
Very funny.
And there was that beautiful Beka Valentine smile.
You know, I just wanted to spank you
and throw you on the next shuttle,
but you were too damn cute.
Spanking, huh?
That might have gone over when I was 14 and you were 24.
Actually, come to think of it...
Come to think of it,
you were never all that gangly.
You just hadn't grown into your beauty yet.
Able, promise me this isn't a con.
Rule number one, never play a player.
I'm not that kind of player anymore.
Well, it doesn't matter.
You never forget how to play the game.
This isn't a game, Able,
not to me,
and if I think for one minute you are playing me--
You have my permission...
No, I implore you...
To shoot me...
For being the dumbest man in the universe.
Beka, report to command.
The Verasites are coming here?
As in here?
The escapee is here along with who sprung him.
Are you out of your minds?
We've got no other choice.
Now, they're willing to hear Ladrone's case.
For now, I would like to avoid bloodshed.
I can't believe you guys would do this to me.
What would you rather do?
Start blasting away at the Verasites?
Come on, boss. They're sitting ducks.
We'd be the scourge of the Commonwealth.
They'll be under constant surveillance, Beka.
They won't do anything we don't know about.
They'll bring Technocore right to us.
You've already done that.
I've partially solved their encryptions.
I'm detecting mass communications and staging on the planet
holding Technocore's military headquarters.
Yeah, we're in big trouble, boss,
with a capital "We're screwed."
When does the trial start?
Just as soon as you're locked in our brig under maximum security.
No. Hold on.
Before anyone makes a move,
how about we hear my thoughts on this subject?
You wanna lock him up,
You'll have to knock me down first.
Don't worry.
I won't bring bloodshed on you.
If we leave, you're safe.
With their capabilities,
Technocore will find the Maru in about two seconds flat.
Look, I made a promise to keep him safe.
That promise is as good as if I made it to any one of you.
I would have thought you'd understand that.
Well, that sucked.
I guess that's why they say space is a vacuum.
No, they say space is a vacuum
because space is a vacuum.
It's nice to see you made good on your promise
to become the best pilot in the universe.
Orbit is locked.
Recognize it?
Mmm...
No.
You're kidding.
Yeah, I'm kidding.
Lonestar Euphrates.
Oh, that was a long time ago, Beka.
You know, if I could go back and just change one thing...
Look...
If anyone was following us, I'm sure I lost them.
In fact, I've probably bought us enough time for you to explain
exactly what you've gotten yourself mixed up in,
and why I had to look at my best friends
down the barrel of my gun.
Well, it's simple, really.
The DNA-based compounds that can do so much good
are the same building blocks
that can be developed into weapons of doom,
with the power to transform all lifeforms as we know them,
including the planets themselves.
Well, you always did have a flair for the dramatic.
And I wish I was employing it now,
but death and destruction are always far friendlier toward the bottom line.
I don't suppose you could just give it back?
Oh, they'd like nothing more, believe me,
because accessing it would almost certainly mean my death.
Why? Where did you put it exactly?
Some of it, in here, memorized.
The rest...
Nearly undetectable molecules, smaller than a nanogram.
You hid it in your body?
In pouches of nanobots
camouflaged to behave like the organs they're attached to.
There are only a couple of biotechs in the galaxy
capable of removing them
without killing me.
I'll understand if you don't want to go on this ride with me,
but I can't let them catch me.
Too many lives are depending on it.
You know what this feels like?
Goodbye?
No.
It feels like home.
This is Lieutenant Lyra, my next in command.
Lyra.
Wow, what a beautiful name.
Did you know that in Greek,
Lyra means harp?
And nobody plays the harp better
than the Harper.
I have never seen anyone so...
Harper.
Um, so... Named.
So named Lyra.
Huh, and that's the truth. Huh.
We agreed to discuss Ladrone's case,
but it is highly unlikely
that any new information you provide
will significantly change his trial's outcome.
Do you have any evidence that Ladrone has actually hurt anyone?
As of today, no,
but maybe tomorrow or the next,
and then it could be hundreds of thousands within hours,
millions within days.
He's already begun selling secrets to volatile militant groups.
Ladrone claims this technology can save lives.
Technocore, the manufacturer, disputes those claims.
Oh, yeah? And are they telling the truth?
Technocore is not on trial here.
Able Ladrone is. I'd like to see him now.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
He left shortly before you arrived.
Events took an unforeseen turn.
Technocore won't see it that way.
This is suicide.
Wait a minute. That can't be right.
Then again, that would mean I, boy genius, am wrong.
Sorry for interrupting.
Are you really a genius?
Yes.
Are you really as good at detecting lies
as you are at simply being you?
What if I said I wanted to hear
whatever it is you wanted to tell me?
Then I would tell you anything you wanted to hear.
And if you believe in body language,
I think you just made the opening move.
Harper?
Yes, o glorious creation of mine
with the world's crappiest timing?
Please report on the progress of your analysis.
Yeah, yeah.
I managed to obtain a viable sample of DNA
if that's what you could call
the freakish chemistry experiment
going on in the old nuclei.
Thank you, Harper.
We need to get to the Maru before Technocore does.
Are we going to be encountering more than usual security force?
Probably.
Initiating launch.
Technocore arms themselves
with weapons designed to defeat
the weapons they manufacture
for the rest of the Commonwealth.
You've got to admire that.
Please tell me
that you always looked at me as a friend
and not as a father figure,
because that would make this wrong on so many levels.
A father figure?
No, more like a sexy older brother...
The sexy, older brother of a friend,
which makes this not wrong at all.
Warning, warning.
Heavily armed vessel...
No!
With active E.C.M. closing fast in a hostile pattern.
Clothes. Clothes!
Ready, dad?
That's not funny.
Neither was that.
We are being boarded.
Come on. This way.
Look.
Is this who I think it is?
Technocore preemptive ops, A. K. A... Death squad.
Death squad. Great.
Depressurizing airlock.
Ah. Took care of that guy.
That's good.
We've got company.
Okay, split up. Through the cargo bay.
Okay. Be careful.
Beka!
Beka...
Come on. Come on!
Get the door, get the door!
Good to see you.
All right, let's make sure these babies are ship-shape.
If we come under attack, these puppies have got to hold.
Hope you don't mind the tight fit.
I appreciate you allowing me the distraction
from our present crisis.
Trust me,
the distraction is all mine.
Um...
Can I ask you a question? Of course.
Rumors say that this whole lie-detection thing,
it's a freak evolutionary reaction
to the plague that almost wiped out your whole population
500 years ago.
Hmm. Interesting theory.
Other rumors say you have bio-mechanical implants
that interface with external sensors.
And you want to know if I have any implants?
Yeah, that, and...
I'd like to know how you can tell when people are lying.
So thanks for your help in there,
although I think that you should know
that if I had it to do all over again...
You would. I would.
Whoever said it's tough charting a course for your future
when your past and present keep colliding
sure knew what they were talking about.
Perhaps there's a lesson here.
Rommie, I know I have a lousy history with this kind of stuff.
But this time, I feel it in my gut.
I'm sure of it.
I finally bet on the right horse.
According to Harper's research, he may not be a horse at all.
The man you just risked your life for,
his DNA does not match that of Able Ladrone.
It's just not natural to tell the truth all the time,
let alone hear it.
So you enjoy lying?
Let's just say I enjoy having the option,
and about certain things,
I prefer having people lie to me.
You may not be able to understand this,
but lies...
Can be the spice of intercourse.
Discourse.
Uh...
If you ever get the chance to try it sometime,
I highly recommend it.
Lying or discourse?
You know, for somebody who tells the truth,
you sure do a lot of dancing.
You're not going to tell me the secret to this truth mojo,
are you?
The security of our system depends on secrecy,
but I will tell you this.
Anybody who ever said honesty is good for the soul
never spent any time on Veras.
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
So do you wield all of your tools
with such confidence?
Whoa!
You stole a sample of his DNA?
The guy got caught
with his fingers in Technocore's cookie jar.
We wanted to see if he'd tampered with his own dough.
What the hell are you doing back here anyway?
I needed to find out what was going on,
and why a friend
would do something so intrusive
to someone I care about!
How could I?
All right, all right, allow me to quote here.
"If you want to lock him up,
"you've got to knock me down first."
Okay, so the parallel isn't exact.
The point is, you would obviously do anything to protect a friend.
So would I, even if it's from herself.
He knows things about me that only Able Ladrone could know.
He acts just like him.
He smells just like him.
Oh, yeah?
What else does he do just like him?
No one appreciates your level of genius more than I do, Harper,
but this time, you made a mistake.
All right, listen.
If he really isn't Able Ladrone,
what else isn't he? What?
If he lies about who he is,
he could be lying about something else.
We could be in ten times the trouble we think we're in.
We don't really know what he's up to, do we?
It's starting to look that way.
Huh. Rom-doll to the rescue.
The early experimental data I've hacked into
suggests that if someone could get their hands
on the real Ladrone's DNA,
theoretically, they could access his genetic memory.
See, Valentine?
That's how he could know all about you.
It's a slippery slope.
Four dozen Technocore ships have exited slipstream
and are heading toward us in battle formation,
and the Eureka Maru is leaving the Andromeda.
Beka, no.
Don't worry, Harper.
I have a plan.
Harper, are you seeing what I'm seeing?
Yeah, I'm seeing it.
Looks like it's the old
Shoot-first- and-don't-ask-questions-later-
because-you'll-all be-dead formation.
Yeah. Get the plasma cannons charged and ready.
I'll get back to you in a minute.
Sure. Take your time.
It's not like we're facing utter annihilation or anything.
What's going to happen to my planet?
We are not on their side.
They know that, you know that.
Uh-huh.
I tried to reach Technocore.
They won't talk to us.
They're going to kill us all.
Let that boy do his job.
You have your friend, Beka, to blame for this.
I know.
Fortunately, loyalty is her fatal flaw.
That, and she's a sucker for a dude in distress.
Is she in love with Ladrone?
I guess, if you believe in that sort of thing.
Do you believe in love?
I'm starting to.
Harper, I need us in tight formation
and those dischargers ready to rock A.S.A.P.
If your plan resembles anything like "Run like hell,"
I can name that tune in three notes or less.
We're not running anywhere.
Ever heard of plasma phantoms?
Indie-alt speedmetal folk band from the pre-Commonwealth era?
No, Dylan told us about one of his final exams
on the simulators at the Argosy Academy. Remember?
You mean the one
where plasma bursts are ricocheted off a nearby ship
creating energy signature echoes that fake out the enemy
into thinking there are a bunch of cloaked ships?
That would be the one.
No, and even if I did, Valentine,
it's strictly theoretical. That was an exercise.
And that was very real.
Are you with me or not?
Well, I'm trying to be, but my mind is fading fast.
Just get the plasma cannons charged and ready.
Trust me, the cannon's charged and ready.
Um, don't you think it's a bad idea
for us to keep taking hits and not firing back?
In order for this to work,
we have to let them get a little closer.
They're still coming. Fast.
I'm detecting pre-launch activity
in the weapons bays of several of the ships.
They're still closing in, Beka.
Hail Technocore.
Tell them you're willing to make a deal.
Not now.
I admire your courage,
but if we all die here,
nothing I have done will have mattered,
and I can't have your death on my conscience.
Don't worry, neither can I.
Harper, time for the phantoms.
Letting slip the plasma hounds.
It's working.
Harper, are you seeing this?
Seeing it? I made it.
Right now, they should be assuming there are anywhere
from ten to a hundred cloaked ships moving in on them.
We don't approve of your-- What?
Perpetrating a lie? Whoo!
A lie that saved our butts, including yours,
and especially hers.
Rest easy, Marshall. We're just implementing
an tried and true military strategy known as bluffing,
an entirely different thing.
They're still firing missiles.
That is not a missile.
That...
Is a slipfighter.
Captain, you are cleared for landing.
The Technocore ships are holding position, but not firing.
I can see you've learned a lot from Captain Hunt.
Unfortunately, he can't seem to teach me anything
in the area I'm weakest.
What?
What the hell are you?
Uh...
Somebody sampled my DNA.
Harper
and his gizmo he shot me with.
Is there a sign on my forehead,
or is it written on every wall of every bathroom
from here to Tarn Vedra about what an easy dupe Beka Valentine is?
Beka...
Trust me.
I am who you think I am.
My DNA is unrecognizable
because it's been altered by an experimental compound,
when I was in prison
for a petty scam a few years back.
It turns out they were using the prison population as guinea pigs
for a new generation of radical bio-viruses.
When I got out, I hooked up with a disgruntled Technocore researcher
who showed me how to keep myself alive
using injections
of a substance derived from my own DNA.
How long can that last?
As long as I keep injecting myself,
but the technology is imperfect.
The reconstituted genes have a short life,
and mine would be shorter without them.
I told you I was watching my diet.
The real Able Ladrone
would have told me this from the beginning.
And risk your pity?
Beka, it's how a man behaves...
When he's in love.
Beka, get back here asap.
Technocore has accepted Dylan's proposition.
Dylan's proposition?
Ah, home, sweet home.
Good to have you back, boss.
Good to be back. Rommie, the emissaries
will arrive just after the Maru.
Prepping hangar 14.
Mr. Harper?
As we discussed.
Right. I'm already on it, boss.
Uh...
You have command.
Thank you.
Trance?
Right. Med deck.
Captain Hunt.
I'm Marshall Orac of Fugitive Retrieval.
I know who you are.
It's a pleasure.
I hope my crew has taken care of you in my absence?
It appears everyone has a function here.
Except us.
But you do have a function.
You will be our character witnesses.
Character witnesses?
Yes, on your word, the emissaries will know
that we aren't part of Ladrone's smuggling operation.
And what about Able?
I assume you'll remand him to our custody.
Well, I'm afraid that won't satisfy the emissaries' demands.
As far as they're concerned,
Ladrone's a walking secret they don't want told.
Then what do they want?
They want him dead, of course.
What does Dylan want with Able?
I might ask you what you want with Able.
Okay. All right.
I don't know why I'm telling you this,
but I think I'm in love with Able.
I probably always have been.
I just never imagined
that he'd feel the same way about me.
Then your imagination hasn't done you justice.
Beka.
How much do you know?
Well, I know that you think Ladrone's a good man.
Sometimes intentions are besides the point,
especially when the potential for disaster
is on a scale of this magnitude.
Are we talking about the Commonwealth
or my personal life?
I'm sorry, Beka,
but there isn't any alternative.
He has to go back to Veras.
Oh, there's always an alternative, Captain. It just...
It just depends on your priorities.
Able, what are you doing?
Beka can vouch for me.
I'm very good with a force lance.
Well, isn't this awkward?
This is not a smart play, Ladrone.
But it's the only play I've got, Captain.
You know as well as I do that if you send me back to Veras,
you're signing my death warrant. Not true.
The Verasites gave me their word that you won't be harmed.
Honesty and truth
are not always the same things, Captain.
Beka Valentine...
I love you.
You had no choice, boss.
Identity confirmed.
There you go.
You saved our lives, Captain Hunt.
More importantly,
the secrets Ladrone stole died with him.
Let me walk you back to your ship.
By the way, we interviewed Miss Valentine.
We're sure she knew very little of Ladrone's work.
Rumors were circulating the Commonwealth,
and we were looking at the possibility
of widespread chaos and panic.
Thank you.
Well, I can't say I feel very good about what happened.
I mean, if you really have to go,
I might be getting some time off coming up
for bad behavior.
Maybe we could... Maybe.
Call me.
Lieutenant...
I'll send a team of slipfighters
to escort you back to your planet.
Able!
I saw you die.
Well, what you thought you saw was me die.
What you really saw was a Golem,
genetically altered to match my genes.
Yep,
probably seems like a miracle...
Because it is!
The miracle that is the Seamus Harper,
with, of course, some Able assistance.
Your buddy here
showed me some Technocore maneuvers
that go way over my head.
Well, we couldn't have done it without Dylan. It was his idea.
Look, we couldn't have done it without his DNA, right?
Great, so you created a Golem
that the truth-telling Verasites could watch die
and then testify to in front of the Technocore emissaries.
Very clever.
Do you mind telling me
why you'd put me through this hell?
Well, Beka, it was important that you believed
that it was real.
Yeah, almost as real as my carbon copy.
Get it? Because all lifeforms are carbon based?
It was a good idea, right?
Look, the data Ladrone's given us
should be more than enough to launch a formal investigation
into Technocore's activities,
And, uh...
Beka was right about you.
I disagree with your methods,
but I don't disagree with the importance of your work,
and now you're free to continue it.
More importantly,
I'm free to love Beka Valentine.
Jeez!
Don't take it personally, pal.
That's how she loves everybody.
Now, usually at this point, I beg for mercy,
but if I were you,
I'd run like hell.
Mr. Harper, I think maybe you and I should run like hell.
Yeah.
Beka,
kill me if you must,
but I'll die a happy man.
Honestly.
Honestly?
You are such a liar.
Veras Terminus.
Yeah, I'm trying to reach Lieutenant Lyra.
Sorry, you have the wrong number.
Who was that?
Another loser calling for that Lieutenant Lyra.
I got the wrong number again.
Harper, you know,
maybe they only have to tell the truth on their home planet.
When they were onboard,
it was probably a little R and R
from the rigors of unmitigated honesty.
You mean I told all that truth for nothing?
Well, think of it as a learning experience.
The truth has set you free.
Free...
I'd rather be her prisoner of love.