Captain Dylan Hunt: I mean, the man just handed us a field guide to the Genites. Leadership, organisation, locations. It's all too convenient. I just don't trust things that are too convenient.
Andromeda Ascendant: Hmm?
Captain Dylan Hunt: That one is mine.
Andromeda Ascendant: Ah. You know, whether he's telling the truth or not, he's right about one thing.
Captain Dylan Hunt: What's that?
Andromeda Ascendant: We can't afford to do nothing about the Genites.
Captain Dylan Hunt: Even then, the real question remains.
Andromeda Ascendant: The trust question?
Captain Dylan Hunt: Trust. Admiral Stark always said: if your mother says she loves you, verify it. Maybe we should take her advice.
Andromeda Ascendant: I'm not saying the Patriarch is right, but think of it this way. Even if he has the memories and personality of Admiral Stark, he's not the person you remember. Dylan, you woke up one day and civilisation was gone. Admiral Stark watched it fall. She stood in the ashes blaming herself. Hating the Nietzscheans. Just... hating. Tragedy changes people, even the good ones.
Captain Dylan Hunt: I should have killed him, but I couldn't. And he should have killed me, but he couldn't. I knew he couldn't. Looking in his eyes, I knew.
Beka Valentine: Maybe you have something he wants.
Captain Dylan Hunt: Or maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he really is Admiral Stark.
Captain Dylan Hunt: What happens when the Nietzscheans call your bluff? That's what I thought. Admiral Stark founded the Templars to preserve the ideals of the High Guard. I can't believe she added a willingness to commit genocide.
The Patriarch: 300 years ago, no, but after centuries of watching Nietzscheans rampage across the known worlds leaving death and devastation in their wake, that was enough to change even Admiral Stark's mind.
Captain Dylan Hunt: After centuries. You're telling me Admiral Stark is still alive?
The Patriarch: No, Captain, I'm telling you that I am Admiral Stark.
The Patriarch: For three hundred years, Captain, we've wandered the known worlds, battling Nietzscheans, Genites, and anybody else with a problem that gets in our crosshairs; in short, Captain, fighting the battles that others can't.
Captain Dylan Hunt: That's funny. That's usually my line.
The Patriarch: Yes. Great minds, Captain Hunt. Great minds.
Captain Dylan Hunt: Great minds... right. The question is, how much do they really think alike? Because I know where I've been the last three years. Because I've been out there, fighting the battles others can't. Where have you been? Watching from the sidelines, and now that all the hard work is done, you decide to announce yourselves?
The Patriarch: We did a lot more than just watch.
The Patriarch: Now, we will attack. The only question is whether we do it now, or we do it too late. The choice is yours.
Beka Valentine: We're at the drop point.
Captain Dylan Hunt: Looks like your stop.
The Patriarch: I'd wish you luck, but...
Captain Dylan Hunt: Yes, I know, you don't believe in it.
Captain Dylan Hunt: Neither do I.
The Patriarch: 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.