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: As Harper would say, that would suck. Captain Dylan Hunt
: You know, Rev, there are some words that should never trip across the tongue of a Magog, and suck is one of them. Rev Bem
: Well, I'll make a note of that.
Captain Dylan Hunt
: If I'd deployed one Nova bomb, just one, I could have stopped the Long Night before it began. I didn't. I was standing at the edge of the abyss, and I blinked, and now people like Tiama and Arun pay the price for my hesitation. I won't make that mistake twice. Rev Bem
: You committed an act of mercy. You erred on the side of hope, and that is why you will win. There are no stronger weapons than mercy and hope. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Yeah, maybe so, but I would still prefer a platoon of Lancers.
: 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.
: Then let's get out of here. I don't want to pick up any more Wayist saboteurs. Rev Bem
: Dylan, those were not real Wayists. That was not the real Singh Khalsa. We don't... Dylan Hunt
: Rev, I know we all have agendas, but while we're on the same ship we have to be on the same team. Next time you want to send off a homing pigeon, warn me first. Rev Bem
: You knew all along, didn't you?
: The first officer of your ship. Captain Dylan Hunt
: More than that. My friend. He was supposed to be the best man at my wedding and then he betrayed me. Because I trusted him, the Nietzschean invasion got past my ship and the Commonwealth was destroyed. I lost my crew, my family, my friends, my fiancé. I lost the time and age I belonged to, Rev. Hell, I lost civilisation itself. Rev Bem
: And now you're wondering is it worth reaching out to Nietzscheans? Captain Dylan Hunt
: They're genetically engineered to be paranoid and selfish and treacherous. Am I right to be prejudiced? Rev Bem
: As a Magog, my own genes predispose me to slaughter indiscriminately, eat my victims, lay eggs in the paralysed bodies of sentient beings. I think if you were truly prejudiced, you would have shot me on sight. Captain Dylan Hunt
: It's not the same. You're a Wayist. You're the most peaceful person I know. Rev Bem
: Ah, then in each species, no matter how horrible, there's room for improvement. You don't have to forget. You don't even have to forgive. But you must look for the good in the beings you encounter, otherwise your restored Commonwealth will be founded on distrust, and it will be over before it even begins.
: I think our friend is ready to join her fleet. Rev Bem
: The Than Hegemony also expresses its gratitude to the Commonwealth for ridding its sector of Nietzschean criminals. They respect us as a force for peace in the galaxy. Trance Gemini
: You got what you wanted. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Not really, but it's a start.
: I'd like to be alone if you don't mind. Rev
: I understand. I myself prefer to be alone when doing mathematics. Dylan Hunt
: How'd you know? Rev
: It wasn't difficult. In fact, I suspect I could guess the equation. Let me see - one thousand ships, average crew size, one hundred, simple multiplication. Dylan Hunt
: One hundred thousand people. How can I even consider it?
: That's a nice excuse. Humans have been using it since the dawn of time: "I had to kill my enemies. It's what God wanted." Rev
: Just because humans use it as an excuse does not negate the possibility. Dylan Hunt
: What kind of divine plan requires the deaths of tens of thousands of people? Rev
: Tiger, tiger burning bright/In the forests of the night/What immortal hand or eye/Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Humans have been asking this question since the dawn of time. My people don't bother. We Magog know the Divine exists. We know it created the stars and the planets, the soft winds and the gentle rain. We also know He created nightmares, because He created us.
: Fourteen broken ribs and a ruptured something that only Magog seem to have. Rev Bem
: It's akin to a pancreas. Trance Gemini
: Oh, I see. Okay. So, er, what's a pancreas? Rev Bem
: It's a - Argh!
: We can only retrieve one ship at a time. Which one, right or left? Captain Dylan Hunt
: Right. Trance Gemini
: Left! Er, it's just a choice, you know, fifty-fifty?
: Ooh, ooh, Miss Valentine? Beka Valentine
: Yes, Harper. Harper
: This isn't our first field trip, purple company excluded, of course. Beka Valentine
: That is my point. I want you to treat every boarding just like your first one. I want you to double-check everything; hell, triple check it. I'd hate for any of you to end up like Vex Pag. Trance Gemini
: Vex Pag? Rev Bem
: Your predecessor. Trance Gemini
: Oh, he's the guy who retired. Didn't you say he bought a farm? Harper
: The farm. He bought The farm.
: You seeing what I'm seeing? Trance Gemini
: A really excited human with a rash? Seamus Harper
: Haha, no, the ship. The Andromeda Ascendant. Right where that furry little twit said it would be. Rev Bem
: You're speaking of our respected employer. Seamus Harper
: Woohoo! You know, I may actually be starting to like that guy. Rev Bem
: No prior claims.
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.
: Surrender, surrender - all his messages are the same. He sounds like an evil parrot. Seamus Harper
: I can't believe I'm going to die at the hands of converging red blips. Beka Valentine
: Wait a second. I think you two might be on to something. Rommie, scan all of Cuchulain's messages for the background noise. Rev Bem
: You don't think he...
: From what I gather, his Kodiak pride was destroyed in a clan war. My guess is he's trying to prove his genetic worth, so he can join a new family. Seamus Harper
: Great. Not just a Nietzschean, but a Nietzschean with a chip on his shoulder. Rev Bem
: Another of the universe's little jokes, at our expense.
: Are you familiar with Aeschylus? Captain Dylan Hunt
: Ancient Earth, right? Greek tragedy? Rev Bem
: Very good. I was thinking specifically of the Orestean Trilogy. The house of Atreus was cursed by the gods, condemned to murder one another throughout history. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Orestes' mother killed his father. He was forced to kill her in revenge. Rev Bem
: Forced to kill, much as Andromeda was forced to kill. Do you remember how the curse was finally ended? Captain Dylan Hunt
: Apollo invented the jury trial. The jury found Orestes innocent. Rev Bem
: Indeed. The cycle was broken when public justice replaced private vengeance, just as you are trying to do. Captain Dylan Hunt
: There's only one problem with your analogy, Rev. Apollo was a god. I'm just a man. Rev Bem
: Oh, that's ceremonial china from the Than ambassador. Seamus Harper
: Really? Sounds like a spool of superconductor wire to me. Rev Bem
: Perhaps you should not watch this. Rommie
: If I don't keep my eyes open, he'll probably sell them.
: Fire control sensors on-line. Captain, I, I hope you do not expect me to fire the ship's weapons. Captain Dylan Hunt
: This isn't the time, Rev. Rev Bem
: Nevertheless, I will man the sensors, but I will not fire the weapons. Beka Valentine
: I could've told you that.
: So far, Andromeda's o-for-two against that thing. Dylan Hunt
: Well, we can't do it alone. There's only one way to defeat something like that. A unified front. The entire known worlds working together. Rev Bem
: A renewed Commonwealth. Dylan Hunt
: A renewed Commonwealth. Before, it was a dream. Now, it's a necessity.
: The Andromeda Galaxy. If the universe is a manifestation of the Divine, could not the slipstream be the very mind of God? Captain Dylan Hunt
: Well, if that's the case, I'm afraid God had a seizure and forgot all about Tarn-Vedra. Beka Valentine
: And here comes God's little brain surgeon. Rev Bem
: Beka! Some humility, please. Beka Valentine
: Yeah, I tried that once. I didn't like it. Captain Dylan Hunt
: Like they say: in the slipstream, confidence is everything.