battle stations.
all hands on deck.
this is not a drill.
andromeda,report.
the pyrians have placed
24 fusion-powered atmosphere generators
across the planet.
they're spewing co2, methane, and sulfur dioxide,
and nothing the colonists have done
have been able to stop them.
in a month,
samsarra will no longer be able to support
oxygen-breathing life.
perfect for pyrians, bad for colonists,
all 56,312 of them.
the colonists claim
the pyrian ships just dropped the generators
and left without saying a word.
all attempts to communicate have been rebuffed.
yeah, well,
pyrians aren't great conversationalists,
unless deep-frying your ship
is their version of "hey. how are you?
let's do lunch. "
target those generators
with a full barrage of ground attack missiles.
we'll show them lunch.
fire.
the pyrian atmosphere generators
have been destroyed.
the climatic effects
will begin to reverse themselves
in a matter of days.
well, if that doesn't get them to talk,
nothing will.
send a courier to high guard hq on mobius.
tell them i need a fleet to blockade samsarra,
and when the pyrians show up,
just what we've done to their generators.
dylan...
i thought you should know
i'm detecting multiple slipstream events
across the outer solar system.
our fleet is here, and they're early.
well, it's definitely a fleet,
but it's not ours.
as near as i can tell, it's a full pyrian task force.
they're really early.
and they're headed this way.
so much for the blockade.
it looks like we'll be dealing with the pyrians
on our own.
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 theandromeda ascendant,
and these are our adventures.
the pyrian fleet
has not yet responded to our hails.
their position is 33 light-minutes,
closing at 25 psl.
that gives us two hours
to convince them to come to the table.
we attacked their installation
at samsarra.
it was an unmanned installation,
an illegal unmanned installation.
attacking a populated world,
refusing to speak with anyone?
they're trying to provoke us,
see what we'll do.
it's like a test.
maybe the pyrians want more from samsarra
than just pyraforming it.
there are plenty of unpopulated planets
that meet their needs.
may we just review for my benefit?
they pyrians completely outmatch us.
they have no incentive for discussion,
and they're possibly protecting
yet we are to believe we can still convince them to talk.
that's interesting.
the pyrian fleet
is protecting two dropships,
which appear to be carrying fresh atmosphere generators.
to come with replacement generators.
that we've destroyed their equipment on the planet.
very unlikely.
replacements or not,
they're going back to where they came from,
and if we are very lucky,
we can convince the pyrians of that
without firing a single shot.
and if we're not very lucky?
well, then, we will sharpen our olive branch
into the point of a spear.
theandromeda is the last line of defense
for this entire system,
and when it comes right down to it,
the slipfighters are the last line of defense
for theandromeda.
am i making myself clear?
crystal clear, captain valentine.
do you always speak in stereo like that?
yes. no.
sometimes.
look, guys,
we may be heading into battle with the pyrians.
we can't afford screw-ups.
screw-ups equal death,
so i need you to get your butts down to the hangar deck,
do your jobs, and don't be late.
and for god's sake, don't salute me.
never salute.
boss, don't you think
you're being kind of hard on the eager beavers?
no.
maybe you should take it easy
on the spit and polish
a little bit.
when we first got here,
it's not exactly
like we were standard military issue.
i mean, let's get serious.
we still aren't.
spit and polish?
even back in the old day,
what do you think i would have done
to your scrawny butt
if it wasn't where i needed it
when i needed it?
you would have kicked it all over the local cluster.
exactly,
because my crew is my family.
i'll be damned if i lose even one of them
to screw-ups.
[ weapons firing ]
especially when people are trying to kill us.
i get tired of that.
the pyrians are pelting us with a. g. mass packets.
they're slowing us down.
all the better
for their torchships to come in close
and roast us with plasma.
you know,
this is getting very annoying.
what happened to the good old days
when ships just sat around
and fired broadsides at each other?
the steam engine was invented?
e. c.m. to maximum.
offensive missiles, tubes one through 40.
one shot per tube.
let's show the pyrians we're taking this personally.
evasive maneuvers?
oh, beka, you know me so well.
plot a course back to samsarra's largest moon.
we'll use it for cover
while we harass the pyrian fleet.
captain,
we are receiving a message from the pyrians.
on screen.
now, that is not a pyrian.
whatever happened
to those bulbous, tentacled things
floating in hot gas
we were so fond of?
she may be a projection of some sort
to make us more responsive.
maybe,
but we've dealt with pyrians before,
so why start now?
attention,andromeda ascendant.
the hostilities you have initiated
against this fleet
can lead to nothing but your destruction.
we urge you to withdraw from samsarra
before that event becomes unavoidable.
we will not be deterred.
[ andromeda ]:i'm trying to keep the channel open,
but the pyrians are not responding.
"we will not be deterred. "
did you hear that voice?
oh, did you see those lips?
i'm thinking we offer up the harper
and i'll make this whole ugly situation
go away singlehandedly...
make that doublehandedly.
don't you have something to fix?
[ explosion ]
i do now.
more a. g. packets. we're losing speed.
divert power to compensate.
engineering, initialize backup reactors.
dylan...
i feel... wrong.
i feel sick.
dismissed.
shouldn't you be headed to med deck?
everything i need is on themaru.
would you tell me your symptoms?
dizziness.
confusion.
nausea.
nausea?
trance, you don't have a stomach.
in fact, i don't believe i've ever seen you consume
more than an alcoholic beverage.
i'm jittery.
i feel cold and prickly all over.
i can't think straight.
is there anything else?
you can't force me to tell you anything.
i don't think it would be wise for you to try now.
i'm quite sure you're right.
however,
i will try,
should it ever come to that.
are we understood?
i'd like to go to my room now, be with my plants.
are the pyrians ignoring us?
it appears
they don't consider us a threat.
the pyrian fleet will be in range of samsarra
in less than 20 minutes.
once they establish position around the planet,
they won't leave it undefended.
they'll be dug in.
then we can kiss samsarra goodbye.
yeah, well, that's not going to happen.
scramble the slipfighters
to blockade the planet.
let's see
if we can slow things down a little.
okay, people,
standard distribution, weapons free.
this is just like the drill, only with real explosions,
and guys,
anyone who lets a pyrian
within one light-second of samsarra
buys the first round
when this is all over.
you can make mine asparky-cola.
roger that, captain.
the fighters have taken position
and the pyrians are redeploying to compensate.
launch combat drones.
disperse them around the fleet perimeter.
there was a time when people were impressed
that i had enough firepower
to decimate a planet in under 10 minutes.
i miss that.
me too.
a detachment of torchships
is closing to engagement range
with the fighters.
[ dylan ]:beka, you've got company.
okay, everybody stay in formation.
we're on it, captain.
[ beka ]: so the pyrians like to play chicken.
too bad. i don't.
ladies and gentlemen,
this is your wing commander speaking.
the pyrians don't seem to get the message.
let's explain it to them.
here we go, folks.
fighters have engaged the torchships,
and our combat drones
have encircled
the rest of the enemy armada.
target their flank, randomized firing solutions.
missile tubes one through 40. clear the magazines.
fire.
sensor drones
report minimal combat effectiveness.
the pyrians aren't slowing down.
dylan,
the pyrians have just launched a barrage
of neutron ground-attack missiles
at samsarra.
neutron warheads only attack living things.
like an infestation of colonists.
shoot those warheads down.
raise the colonial government on comms.
what do you want me to tell them?
to pack their things and get the hell off the planet.
we can't protect them
and fight the pyrians at the same time.
we have to evacuate samsarra.
the colonial government reports evacuation is 37% complete.
of that, 4% of the transports have reached slipstream range.
estimated time to mission completion?
three hours.
we can't maintain this engagement
for three more hours.
we don't have a choice.
more a. g. mass packets.
dylan, i don't have enough power to compensate.
we are returning fire.
i need some help. watch your stick.
bogey, 6:00. nine...
these guys are everywhere.
receiving heavy fire, all directions.
i've got your back, gold two.
i could use a little help here.
bowlus, break. 2:oo. 2:oo!
bowlus, are you there?
bowlus, do you read?
wing commander, this is gold two.
my wingman is hit bad.
his comms are out.
our position is overrun.
requesting permission
to fall back to theandromeda,ma'am.
keep it together, gold two.
you need to stick with your wingman.
keep trying to get him on the horn,
and listen,
that goes for all of you.
we fight together, we win together.
when we go home, it'll be together...
or not at all.
let's move in on the target.
get in and get out.
roger that, captain.
good news, boss.
my band of merry monkeys
have scrubbed the hull clean.
no more a. g. mass packets.
plus, we shampooed the decks, buffed the mirrors,
and threw in some air freshener at no extra charge.
a pair of torchships
have moved away from the main fleet
and are moving to engage us.
[ alarm beeping ]
well, even crippled,
i would much prefer to assume the offensive
than instruct the crew to make peace
with their various and sundry deities.
we are in no position to mount an attack.
if we try, the probability of our destruction
is 93%.
damn it!
recall those fighters. i need them back here.
and the pyrians?
let those bastards come.
[ beka ]: gold two, we're falling back.
do you copy?
gold two, look out!
gold two. gold two, do you hear me?
on your tail, incoming!
gold two. gold two, come in.
talk to me.
wingman didn't get the message.
i'm trying to- can't hold it!
they got gold two.
frymire, no!
we need to fall back.
focus, people.
maintain comms discipline.
we're going home.
gold two, i'm sorry.
the evacuation of samsarra is 83% complete.
torchships are closing.
all surviving fighters
have returned to base.
all right.
let's do this.
prep every single missile tube we've got,
full salvo.
prepare to fire on my mark.
three... two...
dylan.
what?
i'm detecting multiple slipstream events.
oh, don't tell me- more pyrians?
no, the cavalry-
a high guard battle group,
along with warships
from the commonwealth member worlds.
ah, what do you know?
some good news for a change.
all right, people.
let's finish this evacuation.
i hate to spoil the moment,
but i've got news
from the colonial governor.
now what?
what did i miss?
one of the transports
has experienced launching disasters.
it can't leave, and passengers can't transfer.
it's a medical ship.
the passengers are patients.
andromeda,tell the flight deck to prep themarufor launch.
beka,
not a good idea.
that transport can't leave on its own,
and themaruis a salvage ship.
the math's pretty simple.
no, no, no.
here's the math.
you've been flying under battle conditions
for the past four hours.
you're tired,
and unless i miss my guess,
we need you rested
for the next fighter sortie, yes?
so... what?
i'll take themaruto samsarra.
i'll be needing you in the cockpit.
right now.
order the fleet to engage the pyrians.
distance to the transport ship?
distance-
hey!
wake up and focus!
do your job, or leave.
sorry.
we're in bucky-cable range.
deploy bucky-cables.
bucky-cables deployed.
we've got them. the transport is secure.
all right, tell that pilot
to make sure his patients are strapped in,
because we're leaving,
very, very fast.
a. g. mass packets slowing us down.
cook the engines to 125% to compensate.
if this keeps up,
we'll never make it back to theandromeda.
is that transport slip-capable?
yes.
all right. they don't need us to slow them down.
i'm going to point us in the direction
of the nearest obvious slip-point.
as soon as we're up to speed,
i want you to cut the bucky-cables.
inertia will carry them on.
inertia, right. good plan.
give me 150% on those engines.
150, aye,
but we can't burn any hotter than that.
we'll fly apart.
[ alarm sounding ]
cut the cables.
the transport is safely on its way.
good.
trance...
whatever your problem is,
you've already succeeded in making it mine as well,
and i don't appreciate it at all.
get a grip.
we have them on the run.
better than that.
they can't get out of here unless they come through us.
andromeda,
send a message to the fleet.
tell them we've got one more job to do.
we are going to drive the pyrians from samsarra
forever.
welcome back, tyr.
what merits your sudden interest
in my return?
our courier returned with a package for you.
i assume you scanned that?
it's not a bomb,
if that's what you're asking.
they're seeds,
specifically from the dragonia vine.
the dragonia vine...
drago musevini's first feat of genetic engineering...
yes, lush, colorful flowers with an intoxicating scent,
and anything
that came close enough to appreciate that
was strangled to death by the vine.
charming.
yes...
but, you see, the dragonia vine wasn't just a plant.
it was the physical representation
of a philosophy-
that the universe is a beautiful place,
full of wonders...
and it wants to kill you.
ironic,
considering the dragonia vine is supposed to be extinct,
wiped out when fountainhead was destroyed.
ironic. yes.
what i want to know, tyr,
is who is sending you dragonia vines
and why.
hey, trance.
just thought i'd check on you.
trance?
hi.
i'm sorry.
i'm fine.
you don't seem fine.
neither do you.
you're right.
i'm not fine.
it's that new crew?
the new situation?
yeah, that.
suddenly,
i find myself out there playing fighter jock
while tyr flies my ship
on a death-defying rescue mission.
i mean, this is not how it's supposed to be, is it?
this is not who i am.
it is now.
maybe.
i understand
that you don't really know who you are anymore,
or that you're even cut out to be the person you've become,
but beka, believe me, you're not alone,
and before you know it,
the universe is going to start to make sense again.
i can promise you that much.
thanks, trance.
for what?
this is captain dylan hunt,
commodore of the high guard fleet.
you have 20 minutes
to completely withdraw from samsarra
or i will remove you myself.
hunt out.
am i the only one who feels it's weird
that the pyrians left themselves with no way out?
right now, the pyrians are up against the wall.
if we give them any more time, we lose our advantage.
true,
but they were playing their hand awfully well
up until the end there.
yes, they were,
but the ultimatum has been offered.
it's their move.
and your plan if and when they don't respond?
this is our objective.
two pyrian dropships carrying atmosphere generators-
we destroy them,
the pyrians go home.
phase one,
the fighter wing will engage the torchships,
drawing them off,
and keep them at least one light-minute
away from the main action.
the torchships are effectively knocked out of the battle.
sounds like fun.
phase two,
warships from the member worlds
will engage the cruiser escorts,
forcing them
to reduce their coverage on the dropships.
leaving the dropships exposed.
correct,
which brings us to phase three.
andromeda,
play back the simulation, please.
the main element of our fleet
will launch a massive attack on the dropships.
dropships gone.
we switch fire
to the remaining cruiser escorts.
our fighter wing falls back,
leaving the torchships,
which are now vulnerable
to a long-range missile attack.
at which point,
we should be able to force a surrender.
oh, at that point, we win.
captain valentine...
scramble your fighters.
[ beka ]: okay, folks, here we go.
one more time.
stay steady and ready for fun.
it's about to get very hot and busy.
stay alert and hold formation.
fighters have drawn torchships to one light-minute.
they're out.
the commander of the commonwealth detachment
reports he has engaged the cruisers.
the dropships are undefended.
signal the battle group
to initiate phase three.
all ships report ready.
set an intercept course for those dropships.
all ahead, full.
are you both listening for it?
listening for what?
the other shoe to drop.
offensive missiles, all tubes, simultaneous time on target.
fire.
five seconds to intercept.
three seconds.
ready salvo two.
targets destroyed.
prepare to shift fire to cruisers.
several pyrian torchships
have engaged the commonwealth detachment.
i thought the fighters drew them off.
they did. these are new torchships.
ping the fleet. i want a status report.
the detachment's command ship has been destroyed.
other ships report that they are taking heavy fire.
damn it.
keep firing.
tell the detachment to pull back and consolidate on us.
i don't understand.
there were no slipstream events. the sensor sweep was all clear.
yes,
but i've traced the pyrian reinforcements trajectory
back to their point of origin.
they came from the far side of the star.
damn.
i walked right into that one.
it doesn't make any sense.
this can't be an ambush.
the pyrians would have had to know
that we were going to come to samsarra,
destroy their atmosphere generators,
evacuate the colony,
and then go after their dropships.
no one is that good.
then that makes two large coincidences
in one day.
we're receiving another message from the pyrians.
i can't get a fix on the source.
on screen.
captain hunt,
while we admire your audacity,
tactical half-measures will not deny us our objective.
we strongly encourage you
to rethink your approach to the current crisis.
failure to do so will be catastrophic.
well, that's the friendliest hostile communique
i've ever received.
but no less clear for its tone.
it is what it is.
we'll withdraw to the outer solar system
and assess our situation,
but for now,
the pyrians have taken samsarra.
we got our asses handed to us out there.
the pyrian reinforcements
must have arrived
after we swept the system,
before we could do anything.
i've got a ship, a fleet, a planet
counting on me to be ready for curveballs like this.
right,
so you think you're expected to be omniscient
and above the laws of space and time?
are you implying that i'm not?
you know what bothers me?
how did the pyrians react so quickly?
it's like they're three moves ahead of us
at every turn.
it's like someone handed them our playbook
before the game even got started.
[ crackling ]
there. do you hear it?
i hear a great many things.
be specific.
listen again,
in the ultrasonic range, above all the comm chatter.
[ garbled voices ]
i don't recognize that comm protocol.
neither do i, which is strange enough,
but what is stranger still
is that that signal
is being sent from inside theandromeda.
where inside the andromeda?
i don't know.
whoever sent it covered their tracks well,
and it's being broadcast omnidirectionally,
so it's impossible to determine
who it's being sent to, or why.
an unauthorized transmission under battle conditions?
the "why" is immaterial.
i have a few thoughts concerning the who.
dylan,
i'm detecting a high guard courier vessel
entering the system.
it's hailing us.
i'll take it here.
it's admiral hamsa from the perseid plate.
our long-range scouts
have detected pyrian battle fleets
assembling across the three galaxies,
so it appears samsarra is merely the opening salvo
with a full-fledged pyrian campaign
against thousands of oxygen-breathing worlds.
most of the threatened planets
are non-aligned or hostile to us,
but several are commonwealth members
and allies.
we deployed the wrath of achilles
and the twelve centuries
with task forces to defend enkindu
and the jaguar homeworld venceremos.
we also sent ambassadors
to try to negotiate
with the than, the kalderans, even the drago-kazov,
but it doesn't look good.
it looks like war.
a war we can't win.
they picked samsarra for a reason.
if we stop them here, maybe we stop them everywhere.
andromeda,
get in touch
with your ai counterparts
in the fleet.
we need to come up with a plan to hold off the pyrians.
aye, captain.
feeling better?
actually, no.
i'm feeling much worse.
is your ill health somehow connected
to the signals you've been sending
to the pyrians?
i wasn't talking to the pyrians.
who have you been talking to?
the signals you intercepted were messages home.
i was trying to reach my family.
and you failed?
no.
worse.
i succeeded.
what they told me was not good.
it's not good at all.
rommie...
dylan,
i've just been in contact with vice-admiral kosugi,
the commander
of the sabra-jaguar detachment.
he got the same report we did
about the pyrian movements throughout the known worlds,
but he's withdrawing his ships
to defend venceremos.
and what exactly is he defending against?
oh, nietzscheans.
you know, surprise, surprise.
running away.
all right, get this admiral kosugi
i already told him that you wouldn't approve.
then he quoted me
some obscure paragraph of the mutual defense pact.
all right, you know, just get him anyway,
and i'll tell him where he can put
his mutual defense pact.
report.
the pyrians
are firing low-velocity standoff weapons
at us and the fleet,
not enough to really hurt us.
they're probing our defenses,
looking for weak spots.
the ais have been running simulations nonstop,
and none of them are good.
all scenarios in which we defeat the pyrians
cost us the entire battle group, including theandromeda,
and even still,
that's no guarantee
that samsarra will stay out of pyrian control.
dylan, if we roll over here,
the pyrians will see the commonwealth
yeah, i hear you, beka, but you heard rommie.
we stay, we kiss this ship and this fleet goodbye.
without these ships,
we'll be unable to turn back the larger pyrian offensive.
rommie, signal the fleet.
tell them to proceed to the nearest slip-point.
we'll regroup in sinti orbit
and plan from there.
you might want to reconsider that order.
something you want to tell me, tyr?
no. she does.
all right, trance, what is it this time?
you have to stop the pyrians here.
i do not know how you're going to do it,
but you do not have a choice.
even if it means the death
of every crew member in this battle fleet?
they want samsarra.
dylan, you cannot let them have it.
that's not good enough, trance.
you know who's backing the pyrians.
you've been talking to them.
no.
one of my people is in this system,
watching us,
helping them.
that woman.
she's been keeping the pyrians ahead of the game.
yes.
dylan, there is a war coming,
one that is going to make this battle
look like child's play.
the magog worldship.
my people have come to the conclusion
that the commonwealth cannot stop the magog,
but they feel that the pyrians can.
you've got to be kidding me.
damn it, trance,
we aren't just pieces
in your private game ofgo.
now, you level with me or quit wasting my time.
dylan,
my people live in a universe
where there are no easy roads to the perfect possible future,
a future
that is getting harder to see
all the time.
we all live in the same universe, trance.
it's just that your people
are cold, calculating sons of bitches.
okay, people, listen up.
new plan.
we will not abandon this system to the pyrians.
tell them to hold their position,
await my instructions.
so...
we fight the pyrians to the death
and add another glorious defeat to the high guard honor roll?
tyr, sometimes,
winning just means
preventing the other guy from achieving his objective.
beka, prep your fighter wing for launch.
if we're going to have any kind of shot at this,
i need you to punch a gap in the pyrian line.
you're assigning me a hopeless action
against overwhelming odds?
yes, i am.
i'm all over it.
all right, people,
i need you to be sharp out there.
last time around, we lost a good pilot
and a good friend.
now, it's time to make the bastards pay.
this one's for frymire.
the fighters have created a gap in the pyrian lines.
we should be able to reach our objective
before the pyrians can move back into position
and stop us.
signal the fleet.
let's bring it.
we're through.
the fleet has taken minimal damage.
position to samsarra,
one light-minute and closing.
all ships report full weapons load-outs,
missile tubes and a. p. guns ready.
we are locked on target.
outstanding.
open a channel.
attention, pyrian fleet.
this is your last chance
to resolve this matter peacefully.
you started this conflict,
but rest assured, we will end it.
we expect an immediate response.
they're not going to answer.
they still don't believe you.
yeah, i know.
all right,
let's give them something to believe in.
they want this planet?
they can have it.
tyr,
send a message to the fleet-
"fight. "
"they make a desert, and they call it peace. "
status on the pyrians?
holding their position.
it's as if they're waiting for something
or someone.
we're receiving a coded message from the pyrians.
on screen.
captain hunt,
as per the terms of the treaty
with the first systems commonwealth,
we wish to open negotiations
over the status of all disputed worlds.
we await your reply.
who'd have thought that blowing up one planet
would bring the big, bad pyrians
to the bargaining table?
we sent them a message-
we'd rather die on our feet
than live on our knees.
now the pyrians know
that we are not going to back down
from anybody,
and i do mean anybody.
ah. there you are.
i wanted to talk to you.
new guy.
oh, uh...
at ease.
this isn't a parade.
you, um, you did an outstanding job today.
i just wanted to let you know that i put the entire wing in
for the order of the commonwealth.
thank you, ma'am.
please.
it's beka.
beka's fine.
thank you, captain valentine.
good enough.
is there anything else the first officer needs to know?
yeah.
what's your name?
bowlus.
lieutenant, junior grade.
well...
carry on, then, lieutenant bowlus.
keep up the good work.
ma'am?
mm?
does it ever get any easier?
losing people, i mean.
friends.
god, bowlus.
i hope not.
i don't recognize that one.
that's a climbing fern from samsarra,
possibly the last one left.
samsarra...
we sacrificed an entire world today,
but we saved thousands in the process.
you're going to be doing a lot of that
in the future.
you know,
you're really not as cryptic as you think you are.
i'll take that as a compliment.
what we're doing here,
it's bigger than rebuilding the commonwealth.
it's bigger than the pyrians.
it's bigger than the magog.
it's about us against the abyss.
yes.
dylan, i believe in you.
i believe that you can help us win,
against the pyrians and in the war to come.
tell me
that in that fight, you won't run away,
hiding behind your riddles and evasions.
if you're with me, you fight with me.
dylan, we're on the same team.
we always have been.
i need you more than you need me.
i trust you.
it's the other way around, trance.
i need to know i can trust you.
well, if you don't trust me, then you can send me away.
send you away.
it's all about the fight,
the light against the dark,
good against evil.
some people hide from it.
some run away.
some live with it in fear.
some find solace
in knowing they've done everything they can.
some stay and fight.
i fight to win.