The content of this page was created by users. It has not been screened or verified by IMDb staff.
: Mine hit first. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Yours was fatter.
: All right, well, I believe this is the place where I'd say we should forget about Rommie, and move on Harper can always build another android. Seamus Harper
: What? Are you saying we should just forget about Rommie move on and Harper can build another android? Tyr Anasazi
: Yes Seamus Harper
: Forget it Tyr. No way. Rommie's the greatest thing I've ever done even if she did almost break my hand. She's alive Tyr. Come on she's got a life. She's got as much right to life as you do. Tyr Anasazi
: All right. On the other hand I would embrace the opportunity to... uh... Captain Dylan Hunt
: To what Tyr? Tyr Anasazi
: Well, I'd like to crush these creatures into cosmic dust. I'd like to utterly and unequivocably slaughter them. I-I-I-I want to kill them all.
: On the count of three? Tyr Anasazi
: No, let's just shoot them.
: How are you? Andromeda Ascendant
: Oh, I'm hanging in there. Dylan Hunt
: That's not funny. Dylan Hunt
: I'm just trying to break the tension, Dylan. Dylan Hunt
: I'm not tense. Andromeda Ascendant
: Well, you look it. Tyr Anasazi
: What are they doing here? Andromeda Ascendant
: They're trying to use me to focus their power source. Their generator's not online yet. Ahem. I'd like to get down now. Dylan Hunt
: We're working on it.
: You know, Dylan, it's only a matter of time before these creatures find another way to focus the energy in the generator. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Exactly. That's why we're going to blow this thing up. Tyr Anasazi
: We get to go home first, right?
: I don't mean to be negative, but there are an awful lot of them. Tyr Anasazi
: Consider this: it's either the end of it all, or you'll have a magnificent tale to tell your children. Beka Valentine
: I've got plenty of stories, thanks. Speaking of kids, we should talk about that.
: Could it be our invisible friends? I thought we'd taken care them. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Well, obviously, they needed better care. Tyr Anasazi
: Obviously. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Tell you what: I'll take the high road; you take the low road.
: Well even crippled I would much prefer to assume the offensive than instruct the crew to make peace with their various and sundry dieties!
: Shouldn't you be headed to Med deck? Trance Gemini
: Everything I need is on the Maru. Tyr Anasazi
: Would you tell me your symptoms? Trance Gemini
: Dizziness. Confusion. Nausea. Tyr Anasazi
: 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. Trance Gemini
: I'm jittery. I feel cold and prickly all over. I can't think straight. Tyr Anasazi
: Is there anything else? Trance Gemini
: You can't force me to tell you anything. I don't think it would be wise for you to try now. Tyr Anasazi
: I'm quite sure you're right. However, I will try, should it ever come to that. Are we understood? Trance Gemini
: I'd like to go to my room now, be with my plants.
: Who have you been talking to? Trance Gemini
: The signals you intercepted were messages home. I was trying to reach my family. Tyr Anasazi
: And you failed? Trance Gemini
: No. Worse. I succeeded. What they told me was not good. It's not good at all.
: 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. Tyr Anasazi
: Who'd have thought that blowing up one planet would bring the big, bad Pyrians to the bargaining table? Captain Dylan Hunt
: 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.
: I don't recognize that comm protocol. Andromeda Ascendant
: Neither do I, which is strange enough, but what is stranger still is that that signal is being sent from inside the Andromeda. Tyr Anasazi
: Where inside the Andromeda? Andromeda Ascendant
: 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. Tyr Anasazi
: An unauthorised transmission under battle conditions? The why is immaterial. I have a few thoughts concerning the who.
: I'm sorry I can't help you. Beka Valentine
: Okay, maybe I should speak to the Councillor directly. Secretary
: Do you have an appointment? Tyr Anasazi
: We don't make appointments. Secretary
: Councillor Min doesn't talk to anyone without an appointment. Beka Valentine
: I am standing at the helm of a High Guard battleship orbiting your planet. Two words from me and a barrage of kinetic warheads will blast you, Councillor Min, and three generations of Arazians back to the Stone Age. Secretary
: I think you still need an appointment.
: I can usually spot a planet. They're large. I have good eyes.
: It's not that easy, Trance. Three spiral galaxies, dozens of galactic clusters. There's got to be hundreds of prison planets. Andromeda Ascendant
: Three hundred and forty eight, to be exact. Trance Gemini
: Really. What about that one. Beka Valentine
: Why? Why that one? Trance Gemini
: Well, it's pretty. Tyr Anasazi
: It's pretty. Now there's a solid reason to risk our lives. Seamus Harper
: You have a better idea? Tyr Anasazi
: It stopped. Looks like someone deactivated the defence system. Captain Dylan Hunt
] Eureka Maru, you are clear to land. Tyr Anasazi
: Dylan. Beka Valentine
: You know, I'm starting to like that guy.
Captain Dylan Hunt
: Thanks, but no thanks. Having a Nietzschean along may cause problems with any potential allies. Tyr Anasazi
: Captain Hunt! In the past few months, you've been placing yourself in a number of very risky situations. It's not a healthy trend. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Thank you, Tyr. I didn't know that you cared.
Captain Dylan Hunt
: I'm tempted. I could do a lot with that much money. Tyr Anasazi
: I'm sure. Still, somehow I doubt you're truly prepared to turn me over to the Drago-Kasov Pride. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Give me one reason why not. Your extracurricular activities have put my ship, my crew, and my mission in jeopardy. You are becoming a liability, Tyr. Tyr Anasazi
: A liability. Am I so? Well, I also happen to be the best, I am the only soldier you have. I personally delivered Enkindu and Schopenhauer into your alliance. I have saved your ship, your crew, such as it is, and your mission on many an occasion. And while I may have earned the wrath of the Drago-Kasov Pride, they wanted to kill you long before they ever heard of me. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Oh, then I guess that makes it all right. Tyr Anasazi
: If you would like me to leave, sir, you have but to ask.
: Whether I like it or not, I need you, sir. And I shall be so bold as to say you need me, as well. So, shall we have a game? Captain Dylan Hunt
: Your move.
Captain Dylan Hunt
: We lost them about a kilometre away. Tyr Anasazi
: If they don't follow your tree markings back here. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Well, I ran out of bread crumbs.
: You know what I really want? Tyr Anasazi
: An avatar unencumbered by cleavage?
: The chance of a specific human DNA combination reoccurring is approximately one in three times ten to the fifteenth power. Tyr Anasazi
: Telemachus Rhade isn't just any human. He's the product of sixteen centuries of selective breeding. Dylan Hunt
: Homo sapiens invictus have the same number of chromosomes as unmodified Homo sapiens. Tyr Anasazi
: Yes, but a smaller sampling. No Nietzschean carries the gene for astigmatism, acromegaly, arterial sclerosis. You combine that with extensive safeguards against mutation and what you've got is... Dylan Hunt
: And the odds are still in the trillions. Tyr Anasazi
: It's a big universe. Dylan Hunt
: Yeah, and a bigger coincidence. You know, I don't trust coincidences, especially ones named Rhade. Tyr Anasazi
: You should know by now that you can never trust any Nietzschean... except me.
: Focus, Harper. Nothing's buried itself in our hull yet. Seamus Harper
: Yet: three little letters, so much pain.
: Dylan, I'm not reading any pulses or brainwaves from the plague victims, and their bodies register at room temperature. Tyr Anasazi
: Well, that would make sense. They're corpses. Andromeda Ascendant
: Yes, the trouble is they're walking around the ship trying to kill you. Tyr Anasazi
: [Dylan looks at Tyr
] You're surprised? That's what you get for incessantly trying to help! Dylan Hunt
: The ungrateful dead.
: What? I thought bug people were our friend. Dylan Hunt
: So did I. Tyr Anasazi
: Which is why I place great stocking in paranoia.
: Internal defences ineffectual. Tyr Anasazi
: It isn't so easy to kill dead people, is it? Dylan Hunt
: I'm proud of you. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Why? Tyr Anasazi
: You're thinking like a Nietzschean. Captain Dylan Hunt
: If I were thinking like a Nietzschean, I'd kill you. Tyr Anasazi
: Why don't you? Captain Dylan Hunt
: Because my mission is to restore civilization. And if I can't persuade you - a member of my own crew - how can I win over the rest of the galaxy? Tyr Anasazi
: Just when I thought you'd controlled your blind idealism, you say something like that. So, are you endeavoring to trust me, then? Captain Dylan Hunt
: I trust Tyr to be Tyr.
: During the uprising, it was a common Nietzschean tactic to capture High Guard officers and use them as human shields against their own ships. Captain Dylan Hunt
: And you think that's Guderian's intention? Tyr Anasazi
: I'm certain of it.
: That would disable our sensors. We'd be blinder than a Nightsider in sunshine. Tyr Anasazi
: Unavoidable, I'm afraid. Seamus Harper
: Don't tell me you're considering this! We may as well poke out our own eyes with knitting needles, or just ram our heads... Captain Dylan Hunt
: Thank you for your input, Mr. Harper.
: [after regaining his memory
] You're wrong. I am Tyr... Anasazi of Kodiak Pride... out of Victoria by Barborosa! And I... will never... surrender!
: There's plenty to eat, as long as you like fish. We grow a few vegetables up on the hillside. Do Nietzscheans eat vegetables? Tyr Anasazi
: We can eat virtually anything, so long as it's organic. Yvaine
: Well, we've got plenty of driftwood. I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect.
: I should leave - head out on my own. Yvaine
: And go where? You need a guide. Tyr Anasazi
: Hey! Why are you doing this? Yvaine
: Maybe the madness finally got me, too.
: When your parents combined their DNA, the odds of them producing someone with your precise genetic pattern were ten million to one. Add in the odds of your parents meeting and bothering to procreate in the first place, and the odds of your existence are along the lines of drawing three straight Imperial Courts in an honest game of Vedran whist! If you overcame those odds once, who's to say you can't do it again?
: I know but one person idiotic enough to try and rescue three dead men from a Magog hive. Captain Dylan Hunt
: That's me Captain Idiot. Now, I don't know about you three, but we have a ship to catch.
: [while struggling to free himself from Magog restraints
] This isn't working. Tyr Anasazi
: [Also struggling to free himself
] Keep trying. Seamus Harper
: Hey, do me a favor, will ya? Talk to me about something. Take my mind off things. Tyr Anasazi
: You want a story? Alight When I was 16, after I had lost my family, I was captured by slavers and sold to the diamond mines on Xocatol. One day while I was working in the mines, I noticed the main support for my section had rotted through. I pointed it out to the overseers, but instead of fixing the problem, they cut my rations and doubled my work shifts. A week later, the ceiling collapsed, burying me alive 200 meters underground. Seamus Harper
: Thanks. Cheered me right up. Tyr Anasazi
: It should have. Because I lived. I clawed my way out over the bodies of the dead. I escaped into the desert. I lived on seep water and sand rats for an entire season. And then one night, after I had healed, I visited the overseers and thanked them for their conscientious attention to workers' safety. So, don't you tell me that I'm going to die here today. Because the sun has not yet risen on the day when Tyr Anasazi, out of Victoria by Barbarossa, will face death graciously. I will kick and claw and bite and scratch and spit my last breath in its face. As long as you are with me you will do the same, is that clear?
] Tyr Anasazi
: Is that clear?
: Tyr, we can't just leave her here. She's saved our asses too many times to count. Tyr Anasazi
: So did the Gauss rifle I left behind on Enga's Redoubt, but you don't see me mounting a rescue mission to retrieve it. Seamus Harper
: He's un-freaking believable.
Eureka Maru's computer
: Alert. Alert. Magog swarm ship approaching. PDL's are offline. Rommie
: Somebody here call for a ride? Tyr Anasazi
: Rescued by a swarm ship. Rev Bem
: You see? Not only is there a Divine, He has a twisted sense of humor.
: No, no, no, no, no. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Well, there's got to be an explanation, Harper. Maybe it's one of the new crew members. Seamus Harper
: No. Beka Valentine
: Why can't it be a crew member? Seamus Harper
: For the tenth time, no. Tyr Anasazi
: That was nine. Seamus Harper
: All right, all right. Now, just listen, okay? It's a face I've never seen before, nor care to ever see again. Besides, it was in the wall. New crew members don't hang out in walls. People don't hang out in walls. You know what hangs out in walls? Captain Dylan Hunt
: Mr. Harper, you're tired. Seamus Harper
: All right. For the eleventh time, no. Tyr Anasazi
: That was ten.
: I've got a stupid question. Why don't we just bomb the whole ship stem to stern, kill them all at once? Andromeda Ascendant
: Bomb the ship. Seamus Harper
: Not explosion bomb. Bug bomb. Insecticide. Andromeda Ascendant
: Ah. Metallovores are vulnerable to only one kind of airborne poison. Tyr Anasazi
: Corrosive gases. Seamus Harper
: Oh, that would wipe us out. Captain Dylan Hunt
: A bait station. Seamus Harper
: Yes! I could make them out of Rommie's skin. Andromeda Ascendant
: Excuse me? Captain Dylan Hunt
: Make as many as you can as fast as you can, Harper... Why are you still standing here?
: No. No, of course not, because, and let me see if I've got this down, our alliance with the Wayists, etcetera, etcetera, reuniting the Systems Commonwealth, and so on, and so forth, enhancing our reputation as peacemakers, ad nauseum. Am I close? Dylan Hunt
: Reasonably, yes. Tyr Anasazi
: Don't you ever get tired of it? Trying over and over again to help people who couldn't care less about you in the name of a cause that's been dead for three hundred years. Trance Gemini
: You take that back!
: Beka and Rafe are a lot alike, don't you think? Dylan Hunt
: I think all humans look alike to you. Tyr Anasazi
: They look like lunch.
Captain Dylan Hunt
: Let's cut the crap. I know you want to follow us, and you want the Route of Ages, so why don't you just tell me what you know first? Tyr Anasazi
: Only that you will fail. That I will prosper. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Obviously, this was pre-recorded. Tyr Anasazi
: There's a first time for everything, Dylan. Captain Dylan Hunt
: And there's always a last time, too, Tyr.
: We have two choices: make a deal and survive the cataclysm, or stop it altogether. Tyr Anasazi
: Destroy the Abyss - a worthy challenge for the heir of Drago Museveni. I've united Prides from three galaxies. I have an army even the Abyss should fear. Pish Tryan
: Well, we can only hope you live up to your idea of yourself. I learned long ago: get out of the office. The servants pack different things. Everything within these walls survived the fall. This was what was left. Our library was here, hidden caves underneath all these flowers. The Collectors survived, Tyr, because they controlled information, the most secret of secrets. Tyr Anasazi
: Yes, that and murder, blackmail, extortion. Pish Tryan
: And so much more. The other day I ate a Than. Delicious. Did you ever do that? No, I didn't think so. You see, Tyr, Collectors are respected, should be, but some are more realistic than others. So, then, yes, two choices: to live or live well.
: The Witchhead Nebula was THE site of the climactic battle of the Nietzschean rebellion. Tyr Anasazi
: Nietzschean Tactical Offensive. Harper
: My people have a legend about the Battle of Witchhead. They say the Nietzschean fleet arrived with overwhelming numbers. Their victory seemed assured. But then, at the critical hour, the angel of death appeared and summoned forth the fires of Hell. The Nietzschean fleet was struck down, crippled, their glorious victory turned to ashes. Beka Valentine
: You knew all along? Tyr Anasazi
: I've never seen an angel before.
: What would you like, Jaguar? Charlemagne Bolivar
: The usual. Hundreds of grandchildren, utter domination of known space and the pleasure of hearing that all of my enemies have died in terrible, highly improbable accidents that cannot be connected to me. And you? Tyr Anasazi
] The usual.
: Your timing is improbable. Tyr Anasazi
: You're welcome.
: I don't expect you to understand, but there are far greater concerns than the crew of the Andromeda. Seamus Harper
: How typically selfless of you. Tyr Anasazi
: Those bones mean more to the future stability of your Commonwealth than any of you can begin to realize. Trance Gemini
: I don't care about the bones.
: You made me laugh. Seamus Harper
: No, I didn't. Tyr Anasazi
: Yes, you did, just not out loud. And I hope you get the chance to do it again. Seamus Harper
: Yeah, we'll double-cross that bridge when we get to it.
: It's nearly impossible to defend against an assassin who's willing to die for his cause. Dylan Hunt
: Agreed. There's only one way to deal with terrorists: locate their base of operations, and destroy them. Tyr Anasazi
: I love that answer, Captain Hunt.
: Love is merely a trick that DNA plays to replicate itself. Andromeda Ascendant
: I don't have DNA. Tyr Anasazi
: My point exactly. Are the two of you planning to procreate? Will there be a nursery full of little grav sleds and data disks, hmm? Andromeda Ascendant
: Cynic. Seamus Harper
: Well said. You should consider a career as a therapist. Tyr Anasazi
: My first professional recommendation: focus on your work! And stop worrying about your life sized love doll.
Captain Dylan Hunt
: What an unpleasant individual. Tyr Anasazi
: I can cure that. Captain Dylan Hunt
: No, leave him.
Captain Dylan Hunt
: Initiating Nova deployment sequence. Let's bring it. Beka Valentine
: Acting First Officer Beka Valentine. Nova deployment authorised. Zero zero strike red zero. Trance Gemini
: Acting Armsmaster Trance Gemini. Nova deployment authorised. Er, retro nine blue strike five nine five. Tyr Anasazi
: Fire Control Officer Tyr Anasazi. Arming Nova weapons one through forty. Execution code nine five over seven blue five. Arm. Rev Bem
: Ready for your final order. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Captain Dylan Hunt, commanding officer. Nova deployment authorisation ten break alpha. Strike, strike, strike.
: As you might expect for Marduk's capital city, Baal is heavily defended. The intel forwarded to us by the Exterior Ministers places the reactor here. However, I would recommend that on approach, just four clicks north of Baal, you activate your sensors to confirm the location of any residual voltarium emissions. Tyr Anasazi
: You haven't the slightest idea where the refinery is located, do you? Rommie
: Not really, no.
: It was all right. Beka Valentine
: All right? Tyr, whatever you're going through, fight through it. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Let's suit up and try one for real. Beka Valentine
: Are you kidding? We'll kill him.
: Consider this: if I wanted Dylan dead, or anyone else for what matter, he'd be a corpse already. If we find him alive, then I must be innocent, and you'll owe me an apology. Rommie
: And if we find him alive, I'll give you one. But if we find him otherwise, I'll give you something else entirely. Do we understand each other? Tyr Anasazi
: My lady, I imagine in all your years no one has ever accused you of being obscure.
: You're quiet. Rommie
: When I'm in the mood for idle conversation I'll let you know. In the meantime, fly. Tyr Anasazi
: I think someone's taking her captain's disappearance harder than she'd like to admit. Rommie
: That doesn't sound like flying.
: The fleet is turning toward the Achilles and powering up their engines. Tyr Anasazi
: They are unarmed, are they not? Mila
: That depends on your point of view. We still have ourselves. Captain Dylan Hunt
: True, but attacking us is a little self-defeating, don't you think? Ryan
: Since when did AI Stand for artificial insanity?
: So, apparently my wish is Andromeda's command. I could make her sing I'm A Little Teapot if I wanted to. Tyr Anasazi
: Did you? Beka Valentine
: More to the point, I ordered her to blind her internal sensors to Cargo Bay 11, and then forget all about it. Who knew A.I. command protocols could be so useful? Tyr Anasazi
: Bay 11. I'll tell our friends to move their souvenirs. Beka Valentine
: Great. You know we're going straight to hell for this.
Captain Dylan Hunt
: You've always been welcome to leave, Tyr, but the remains stay here, under my protection. Tyr Anasazi
: As long as my property is safe, I'm content to leave it where it is, for now. But you hear me: someday I'll want to retrieve it. Captain Dylan Hunt
: And when someday comes around, I might even let you. It all depends. Tyr Anasazi
: On? Captain Dylan Hunt
: The shape of the universe.
: Ride that wave. Tyr Anasazi
: Riding the reaction's edge... Beka Valentine
: Where their sensors can't see us. Tyr Anasazi
: You could have told me. Beka Valentine
: What, and ruin the surprise? Tyr Anasazi
: You're picking up some very unamusing habits from Dylan, you do know that?
Captain Dylan Hunt
: Now what? Tyr Anasazi
: Kalderans. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Major, hold off the Kalderans. Tyr, find that machine shop. I'm headed for Command. Go! Kylie Vance
: In Dylan Hunt we trust.
: Tell me, am I a realist, or just another hopeless dreamer? Tyr Anasazi
: Aren't true Nietzschean both?
: She can't tell you. Beka Valentine
: Why? Why can't I tell him? Trance Gemini
: Because if you tell him, Tyr will die. Tyr Anasazi
: Then by all means leave me in suspense.
: I have faith in nothing but this: when the universe collapses and dies, there will be three survivors - Tyr Anasazi, the cockroaches, and Dylan Hunt trying to save the cockroaches.
: I found the rattle. If someone can pass me a hammer, I think I can fix it. Beka Valentine
, Captain Dylan Hunt
, Tyr Anasazi
: No! Captain Dylan Hunt
: Thank you. Just note it and we'll take care of it when we set down. Trance Gemini
: Noting it...
: Am I mistaken, sir, or did you just grant complete strangers unlimited access to this ship? Captain Dylan Hunt
: Why yes, I did. That way we can monitor them closely and see what they do with it. There's something not quite trust worthy about them, don't you think? Tyr Anasazi
: You occassion bouts of deviousness never fail to surprise me, Captain.
: You find betraying our people - all our people - funny? Gaheris Rhade
: Our people? Our people were meant to be living gods. Warrior poets who roamed the stars bringing civilisation. Not cowards and bullies who prey on the weak and kill each other for sport. I never imagined they'd prove themselves so inferior. I didn't betray our people. They betrayed themselves. You know this better than anyone.
: Would you like me to kill them for you? Captain Dylan Hunt
: Yes. Wait! I'm just kidding. I've got a better idea. Next time I offer to broker peace talks between a Chichin gangster and a Than warlord, just kill me. Tyr Anasazi
: All right. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Kidding, again.
: He had to choose: save his fleet and his entire Alliance, or sacrifice them both to liberate a single slave world. Seamus Harper
: But Dylan always keeps his promises. Tyr Anasazi
: Dylan has made a great many promises, and he only has one ship. Now, try and get the people out of the streets. There'll be another time. Seamus Harper
: Another time? I'm just supposed to stop a revolution? There are people bleeding and dying in the streets because they actually think they may have a chance to win for a change. How am I supposed to tell them they're wrong?
Captain Dylan Hunt
: Think more than a few moves ahead, Tyr, and remember the long game. Re-establish the Commonwealth, and we re-establish open inquiry, accountability, and justice. Tyr Anasazi
: Justice. For Nietzscheans? Captain Dylan Hunt
: For everyone, or there's no point.
: Where is he? Seamus Harper
: I'm sorry, Captain Hunt has stepped away from his desk. Please leave a message after the tone from the funny little guy. Beep! Tyr Anasazi
: [liefts up Harper
] Are you amused? We have at best eight hours before that storm reduces us to component parts, and Dylan has disappeared. Seamus Harper
: I don't know. Ask Rev Bem, maybe he knows. Tyr Anasazi
: He's missing too!
] Seamus Harper
: Try decaf.
: This is a farce. The captain's plan is killing us. I can feel my DNA being shredded molecule by molecule. Beka Valentine
: Well, look on the bright side. Maybe some stray cosmic ray will zap just the right gene and give your children some killer mutation that will make all the other Nietzscheans weep with envy.
: So... We've been chasing the wind. Beka Valentine
: What now? Tyr Anasazi
: Shall we follow my nose? Captain Dylan Hunt
: [Points up
] As long as it follows that star.
: That spike-haired chip-head of yours called me a rat. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Well, he's a charmer. I guess he expected a little more gratitude for saving your life. Gaiton
: Yes, well, thanks for nothing. You could save my children's lives and I'd still hate the kludge. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Even so, I'd still save your children. I'd leave you behind, though. Gaiton
: Are you Nietzschean? Tyr Anasazi
: Are you an idiot? Or do you really expect me to believe that you don't know the answer to that question?
: Tyr Anasazi: Kodiak Pride, out of Victoria by Barbarossa; orphaned by the Drago-Kazov attack of 10065, sold into slavery, escaped 10077; apprenticed to the famous assassin Tuco Sentenza; briefly married to Freya Rajput of the Orca Pride, and father to young Tamerlane, whose whereabouts at the moment, nobody's quite sure of. Did I miss anything? Tyr Anasazi
: I don't know. Did you? The Patriarch
: I hear you're a competent soldier. Will he be coming with us? Captain Dylan Hunt
: No, taking Tyr on a raid against the Genite bioweapons facility creates an unnecessary risk. God knows what the Genites have keyed to the Nietzschean DNA. I'd prefer to keep Tyr in one piece. The Patriarch
: Pity. Another time, then. Tyr Anasazi
: I'll try to contain my disappointment.