The battleship came out of nowhere.
No hails, no attempts to communicate.
It just blasted our freighter to pieces.
37 casualties.
And you have no idea who they are?
None, but they certainly know us.
This makes the fifth attack in three months,
same modus operandi.
I just wish the bastards had the guts to show themselves.
Have all the attacks been on freighters?
Every one of them.
Cargo?
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Mostly the ships were carrying fertilizer.
Ammonium phosphate.
It's our main export.
Inaris is a volcanic wasteland.
Aside from a few mines,
we don't have anything people want.
This could be someone's attempt to destroy your economy.
Only one problem... We don't have any enemies.
You do now.
Captain, I know you weren't expecting this
when we invited you to inaris,
but we don't have the resources to stop these attacks,
and hundreds of our people are already dead.
You have to help us. Please.
Look, I appreciate the gravity of the situation,
but we can't just go running to the rescue
every time some disadvantaged planet
is having trouble.
Since when?
I thought the inari were all revved up
to sign your charter.
They are.
This should be a no-brainer.
It's right up our alley.
We have no idea how long it could take.
We're due back on sinti for that summit
with the sessnia and the enkindites.
It's not like we don't have time.
And it's not like inaris has a lot to offer.
It's a volcanic rock with a toxic atmosphere.
There's no redeeming value.
Except for the women.
Talk about volcanic.
So they tell me.
I'm afraid
there isn't much upside.
Okay, who are you,
and what have you done with the real Dylan hunt?
Mr. Help-thy-neighbor? Captain idealism?
That guy would have jumped at this.
Yes, well, that guy didn't know the Magog were coming.
We have to temper our idealism with pragmatism.
Prioritize.
He kind of has a point, beka.
Thank you, Mr. Harper.
Okay, look,
I see what you're saying,
but those freighter pilots, I used to be one of them...
Hauling rocks
from one end of the galaxy to another
just trying to make a living.
They don't deserve to be shot at,
and they certainly don't deserve to die.
All right, rommie, are you recording this?
Because this is like freaky Friday.
It's like somebody reversed the polarity
on your brain waves.
All right. All right.
We'll go,
and we'll see what we can do.
Trance Gemini?
It's trance, right?
That's me.
You obviously have quite a gift with plants.
Oh, it's not so hard.
All living things have the same basic needs.
That's the kind of attitude we need on inaris.
For what?
The past few decades
have been difficult for my people.
I'm afraid we've become somewhat xenophobic.
It's been a long time
since we've welcomed members of other species
onto our world.
So how come you're not afraid of me?
Some of us want to see changes on inaris.
We believe we could benefit from interacting
with people different from us.
Changing people's minds won't be very easy.
No, it won't,
but maybe if we had someone like you
to help...
How?
I have some friends at one of the top universities.
If you'd consent to be their guest
for the duration of this mission,
I'm certain they could find a way
to put your talent to good use,
and while you were there,
well, maybe you could start changing people's minds
for the better.
I don't know.
This could be a really great opportunity.
I haven't had the chance
to be a real diplomat before.
These people don't like outsiders, trance.
They haven't gotten to know one in a long time.
And you think you can change their minds.
Don't you?
It wouldn't surprise me at all, but...
But you still don't want me to go.
Even in the days of the commonwealth,
inaris was considered a backwater world.
Its people were unpredictable.
After three centuries of struggle,
I'm just not sure they can be trusted.
So let me go, and I'll find out.
What?
Nothing, nothing.
It's just...You as a spy.
They'll never know what hit them.
Our facilities are state-of-the-art,
and draw many of our world's top researchers.
That's what major whendar said.
What area of research are you in,
professor logich?
I'm what you might call a cross-disciplinarian.
Does that mean you get to study
all sorts of things?
In its simplest terms, yes.
Suffice it to say meeting an offworlder like you
is the culmination of my life's work.
Well, I'd be happy to help you however I can.
I appreciate your enthusiasm.
Here we are. I hope it's to your liking.
It's perfect.
Do you think there's any way I could get something to eat?
Professor logich?
Hello?
He is the last guardian of a fallen civilization,
a hero from another time.
Faced with a universe in chaos,
Dylan hunt recruits an unlikely crew
and sets out to reunite the galaxies.
On the starship Andromeda, hope lives again.
I can't believe we're actually going to see
the command deck of a high guard ship.
You'll have to forgive lieutenant gadell's enthusiasm.
We study argosy fleet operations at the academy,
and being on the Andromeda...
Well, it's like stepping into a legend.
I hope we live up to your expectations.
Since our last battle with the Magog,
we've had to repair a good portion of the ship,
especially in command.
Harper and rommie made me promise
to stay off it the last few days,
which I'm guessing means things
are probably still a little bit messy.
Then again, maybe not.
Huh? Huh?
Admit it. I rule.
As familiar as you've become with my infinite spectrum
of multi-faceted multi-Purpose multi-talents,
this is still so much more,
shall we say, butt-Kickingly amazing
than you even dared to dream of.
Am I right?
It's, uh...It's beautiful.
Very impressive, Mr. Harper.
We took the chance to implement some design changes
the argosy was developing before the fall.
It should be more efficient, and I do love redecorating.
It's incredible.
Thank you.
I see you're a man
who appreciates fine body work.
Hello. Harper.
Seamus harper...
Down, boy.
Engineer extraordinaire, at your service.
Harper, this is the inari military attache,
major whendar,
and her aide, lieutenant gadell.
You're very lucky
to be in command of such an amazing vessel.
Both gadell and I
hope to use our time here
to become more familiar with her.
That is an excellent idea, major.
Harper, I know you've got a lot on your plate,
but I'm sure our guests would appreciate it
if you gave them an overview
of andromeda's key systems.
Right this way.
Come on, let's get started.
The ramps can be a little tricky,
but we kept them
as part of the original vedran charm.
Our biggest challenge...
Am I mistaken, sir,
or did you just grant complete strangers
unlimited access to this ship?
Why, yes. I did.
That way, we can monitor them closely
and see what they do with it.
There's something
not quite trustworthy about them,
don't you think?
Your occasional bouts of deviousness
never fail to surprise me, captain.
It's okay, I'm not sleeping.
Are you ill?
No.
Just bored.
Then with your permission,
I'd like to get started by asking a few questions.
I thought I was supposed to be helping your people
get used to strangers.
In a manner of speaking.
Well, I'm no professor or anything, like you,
but I don't see how I can help them
when I'm locked in this room.
Oh, the security measures.
I forgot to mention them.
Forgive me.
They're purely for protection only.
Whose protection? Mine?
Well, of course.
Changing my people's attitudes to outsiders
is going to take some time.
We thought you would be safer this way.
I'm actually really good with new people, professor,
so you don't have to worry.
Oh, but I do, don't you see?
Your condition is my responsibility.
Frankly, there are certain factions...
If they discovered your presence...
They wouldn't be very happy?
Precisely.
Now...The questions?
I don't know
how you've kept such a good sense of humor
after everything that's happened to you,
captain hunt.
Well, I have had over 300 years of work on it.
Please, call me Dylan.
Well, I'm honored that you've taken the time
to show me around personally, Dylan.
I know how busy you are.
I had a feeling that any tour harper gave you
might be a little incomplete.
I'm about as familiar with his handiwork
as I think I'd like to be,
and I'd hoped to use this mission
to become acquainted
with, well, let's just say some more important things.
What's in here?
That's one of our machine shops.
We had some rad leaks after a recent battle,
and harper hasn't had a chance to repair it yet.
Oh. That's too bad.
All right, keep it moving.
Nothing to see here.
I don't see what my childhood has to do with anything.
Childhood is the key to everything,
my dear.
To understand you,
we must understand where you come from.
What if it's really hard to talk about?
Then, all the more reason that you must.
All right.
My parents weren't very nice.
Nobody in my family was very nice.
In fact, they were...
Violent?
If we deserved it.
We?
You have siblings?
It depends what you mean by that.
And this violence was acceptable on your world?
On my world...
They did very bad things
to children who were disobedient...
Very bad things.
Such as?
Do you think I could get something to eat?
Now?
Yes.
I'm feeling kind of weak, like I might faint or something.
Of course.
I'll have my people prepare something right away.
Okay, this is bad.
Make that very, very bad.
What is it?
Well, unless we got the coordinates wrong,
this is where
we were supposed to rendezvous with the inari frigates,
and this debris happens to look like the remnants of them.
You're right, beka. This is very, very bad.
And this is three-inch-thick fullerene composite plating,
or at least it was.
Now, let's run down a list of people we know
who have weapons that can do this sort of thing.
Nobody, that's who. That pretty much covers it.
That's my list.
Some kind of continuous beam plasma cannon?
And powerful,
at least a few dozen gigawatts,
but not much of a range.
They would've had to cripple the target ships first.
Then set their weapons to deep-fry.
Major, how can you not know who's doing this to you?
We've eliminated the usual suspects--
nietzscheans, Magog, resters.
Beyond that, your guess is as good as ours.
Oh, great.
So now we can invite new scary supervillains
to the "people who suck" party.
You look concerned.
Well, I didn't realize
your people had such hearty food requirements.
My people?
Well, someone with...
Well, if you'll forgive my saying so,
such an attractive physique.
Oh.
Thank you, professor. That's very sweet.
Would you like some?
Excuse me?
Would you like some?
No.
I mean, no, thank you.
I don't eat when I'm working. It--It distracts me.
Yes, me too,
but sometimes I find
a good distraction is... Well, good.
So, where were we?
You were telling me about your world.
Oh.
Which one?
Well, the one you were born on.
Oh.
No, I wasn't born on any world.
I was born in space.
But I thought...
Never mind.
Well, let's talk about the world you were raised on, then.
But there were so many.
But you were... You were telling me about...
We were talking about your culture's acceptance
and cultivation of violence--
are you all right?
Trance?
Yes...
Just...
Maybe you should sit.
Yeah, I think that's a good idea.
I'm sorry, professor.
I just feel...
How do you feel?
I feel funny.
I think I ate too much.
Just relax a moment.
Then we can resume our chat.
You were right.
Beka valentine's an amazing pilot.
And brave. Flying alone out there
with a hold full of ammonium phosphate.
How did you convince her to bait your trap?
Let's just say she's not exactly the stay-at-home type.
How are you feeling?
Stuck.
An unfortunate necessity,
I'm afraid.
You drugged my food, right?
My associates thought
you might be...
More forthcoming
if you were able to relax.
We didn't expect it to put you to sleep.
Yeah, now that you mention it,
I do feel pretty well rested.
Thank you.
Can you undo these thingies now?
I promise I'll stay relaxed.
I have questions that need answers.
Until I am certain
of getting those answers,
you'll remain as you are.
What do you need to know?
To begin with,
I want to know why when I scan you,
I'm unable to detect anything
remotely resembling life signs as we know them.
Your machine's broken.
Second, I want to know your true purpose
aboard the Andromeda ascendant,
and how the rest of the crew fits into your mission.
That's actually two separate questions.
And third, I want to know where you come from.
All right, but I've already told you--
you've told me nothing!
Now, you're going to give me some answers,
and everything you tell me is going to be the truth.
Captain, incoming message from beka.
On-screen.
Looks like your trap is working, Dylan.
There's a big nasty ship headed my way,
and he's not making any attempts to be sneaky.
Battle stations.
Tyr, maximum p.S.L.
Rommie, smart missiles on standby.
Standby?
Why aren't you activating the missiles?
This is an intelligence mission.
We still haven't made contact with the bogey.
One of your own people is in grave danger.
Beka's already headed home.
As for firing on our enemy,
I'll make that decision if and when it's necessary.
I don't think I follow you.
Maybe you're not trying hard enough.
Maybe you're not trying hard enough
to make me understand.
There are people outside that door
who could encourage you, if you need it.
You want me to be clear?
Fine.
We're not real.
None of us.
Not me, not my parents.
We're all just fake.
Fake people.
But your readings...
Unusual as they are,
they certainly don't suggest any sort of synthetic origin.
Not to your science,
but believe me,
it's not like we just evolved or something.
Someone designed you?
Yes.
And I'm very ashamed of it.
In fact, I've never told that to anyone before.
No one? Surely your shipmates...
No.
They just think I'm some wacky purple girl
with a mysterious hidden past.
I know they think that what I'm hiding from them
is something really really important
or really really dangerous,
and that makes me feel special,
but if they only really knew
what my creator really had in mind...
Go on.
Tell me.
Tell me what your creator designed you for.
Sex.
We're sex slaves...
Designed to bring pleasure to the universe.
Damn!
Good work.
Fortunately, the debris field gave me enough cover
to shake them for a while.
So, what are the drones telling us?
That we're in trouble.
Enemy missiles, incoming.
Tyr, return fire on my mark.
I'd love to comply,
but circumstances dictate otherwise.
There's too much radiation around the targets.
We can't get a lock.
Rommie, active sensors.
Active sensors? Won't that give our position?
It's also the only way we'll be able to see them back.
Beka?
Let me guess... Crazy Igor, right?
Technically, it's Ivan, but close enough.
All ahead full.
Here we go.
Dylan, I think I know who we're dealing
with. Look at the rad signatures.
I was afraid of that.
You know who we're fighting?
Yes. Hopefully, I'm wrong.
I've got a composite image from the sensor returns.
On-screen.
Impressive.
Rommie?
It's them.
Now's our chance. Fire on them.
Beka, break off.
Evasive maneuvers.
But-- now!
Andromeda, initiate contact protocol red 15.
Contact protocol red 15 initiated.
Dylan, they don't really seem like the protocol type.
[ Beep ]
Never mind.
Dylan, incoming message.
That protocol is not valid.
Our treaties with the commonwealth expired
when the commonwealth expired.
If you continue to protect the inari,
you will die.
Beka, get us out of here.
I'm only going to ask you this once.
What the hell did you people do to piss off the pyrians?
The pyrians live on Venus-like worlds
under extreme pressure and heat.
They're technologically sophisticated,
expansionistic,
and more than a little antisocial.
And they were never part of the commonwealth?
They barely even acknowledged our existence.
Their interests were so different from ours
that there was very little contact,
except for clashes over real estate.
If the pyrians are so alien,
then why would they care about the same worlds we do?
Raw materials.
We terraform worlds to suit our requirements,
the pyrians pyraform.
Our first battle was over Brahma,
a planet similar to Venus.
We ultimately gave it to them when they signed a treaty.
Our inari guests seem strangely quiet.
I don't know what to say.
I'm still trying to absorb all this.
And I'm still waiting for an answer
to the burning question of the day--
what did your people do to provoke the pyrians?
I understand your frustration, captain,
but we didn't even know
that it was the pyrians
until you told us.
If you want me to guess,
based on what we've just learned here,
I'd say it's because
inaris has a volcanic atmosphere,
ripe for pyraforming.
No disrespect, captain hunt,
but why are you interrogating us?
We were supposed to be allies.
I don't know
what your definition of an alliance is,
but in mine,
one of the parties doesn't spy on the other
or withhold vital information.
You want to talk about hiding things?
Let's talk about machine shop five.
Beka. Tyr.
Dismissed.
Now, as to machine shop five.
What's going on there is none of your business.
You haven't even told your own crew.
You're building nova bombs,
and they don't even know about it.
They're building nova bombs?
Ask him.
There are a trillion Magog on the way.
I wasn't planning on going after them
with slingshots.
[ Beep ]
[ Harper ]: Command to Dylan?
Go ahead.
The hot-and-bothered brigade just came out of slipstream.
On my way.
We have more immediate problems.
I suggest we try to act like allies,
or at least until we've achieved our common goal.
Oh? And what would that be?
[ Dylan ]: Survival.
Well, well.
Funny, tyr.
I didn't know this was your battle station.
Whoever told you
that sarcasm was a desirable feature
in a ship
was sadly misinformed.
The pyrians are just over one light minute out.
Missile tubes one through 40
are loaded and ready.
Wait until I give the word.
Maneuvering thrusters on-line, full power.
I wish rev was back from his retreat.
We could use a little help from upstairs.
You aren't convinced this will work.
The fact is,
even in the old days, fully loaded, crewed, and armed,
the Andromeda was only an even match
for a pyrian torchship,
and in case anyone hasn't noticed,
we're not fully loaded, armed, or crewed,
and the pyrians have had three centuries
to improve their technology.
Not the best pep talk you've ever given.
Oh, you want a pep talk?
Okay, do your jobs, don't screw up,
and we'll get out of this alive.
Maybe.
Hello, professor.
It's okay. I don't bite.
How did you get free?
Does that really matter?
No, I suppose not.
Your superiors must be pretty mad at you
by now.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
No. I wouldn't.
You know, your sweetness would be a lot more convincing
if we hadn't already met your predecessor.
Predecessor?
Oh, bravo.
A performance of the first magnitude.
Perhaps you really have duped your shipmates after all.
You mean someone like me was here before?
15 years ago.
Until then, my life... Well, all our lives,
were different.
Very different.
What happened?
He was just like you.
Same features, same shade of skin...
And he shared what is perhaps
your most distinguishing feature,
your tail.
I was one of those assigned to study him.
He was almost childlike, playful.
He had an innocence that was so...Inviting.
It was the perfect disguise.
No one could have predicted
the level of chaos and destruction
he was capable of.
So you think I'm here to pick up where he left off?
We haven't the faintest idea why you're here.
That's why we lured you to this planet.
That's what I'm supposed to find out.
You think I'm just like him.
He fooled us. All of us.
By the time
the civil war he incited was over,
half our population was dead,
our natural resources destroyed.
We were shattered.
So what is it?
Have you come to make matters worse,
or just to gloat over the ashes?
Any answer to our diplomatic overtures?
None.
Lieutenant gadell, if you don't mind,
I could use your help with something.
Major?
Of course.
Since we all may be incinerated in a few minutes,
I'll cut to the chase.
I know you're hiding something, lieutenant,
and I think you owe it to captain hunt
to come clean.
You've been watching me?
Elevated pulse and respiration rates,
adrenal secretions 32.5% above normal.
Brain function...
All of those symptoms are consistent
with situations of extreme jeopardy.
I hadn't finished yet.
My scans are very precise, lieutenant.
I can differentiate
between many related but distinct conditions,
like fear, anxiety, and guilt.
Well, I'm not sure even the truth
will make a difference now.
That's not your call to make.
Despite what my scans detect, I believe you are a good man,
so is captain hunt.
Let him try to help you.
It seems to me you have nothing to lose.
I'm glad you finally decided to cooperate...
Though I fear these tests may not provide us
with the data that we require.
Amazing.
Some pain?
No, just an itch.
You're trying to figure out
how to kill me, aren't you?
We are trying to develop biological weapons
to defend ourselves against your kind,
should you launch a full-scale assault.
No offense, professor,
but your back-water rock is hardly worth the effort,
and believe me,
if my kind wanted to destroy you,
it would take a lot less than a full-scale assault.
Is that what he wanted to do,
the one who came before you,
to destroy us?
Like I told you before,
I do not know who that was or what he wanted,
but most likely, he was just bored.
Bored?
When you've seen and done
as much as we have,
the universe starts feeling a little small
and stagnant,
so you learn to make your own fun.
Are you telling me
that everything that we've been through,
the wars, the famines, the deaths,
were all diversions for a monster?
May god forgive me.
The pyrian torchship has opened fire.
Launch missile strike on my command.
Wait, Dylan, we've lost maneuvering.
No major damage,
but their warheads are a.G. Mass packets,
and they're scattered all over my hull.
They're weighing us down.
Wrapping us up until we're paralyzed.
That's when they'll come in and torch us
with their flame throwers
while we just sit here, waiting.
That's it. Whendar, I'm sorry.
These people deserve to know why they're dying.
Gadell...
Captain hunt,
the pyrians have been ambushing our ships
because they want to destroy the ammonium phosphate
before it reaches their worlds.
Something tells me this isn't about fertilizer.
I suspect the lieutenant is about to tell us
that, for the pyrians,
ammonium phosphate is something very different.
It's a drug--
for pyrians, a highly addictive and fatal one.
The inari economy is based
on harvesting the ammonium phosphate
and selling it on the pyrian black market.
Gadell, what the hell are you talking
about? Give it up, major.
I won't go along with this anymore.
We knew all along who was conducting the attacks.
We never thought you'd recognize them.
You just wanted us to kill them for you.
So those pyrians are interdictionists,
and we are the criminals.
And in about 30 seconds,
they're going to interdict us to death.
Well, we've stung them.
That much firepower, and we've stung them?
They're breaking away.
I think we've bought ourselves a few minutes.
Good. Let's use them.
Dylan, I'd like the chance to explain.
How you justify lying to me and my crew
and using us to do your dirty work?
Believe me, you will get your say,
and so will I, once we get out of here.
Captain hunt...
He's just doing his job.
Harper, report to command. Beka, with me.
Major, lieutenant, walk with us.
You don't like hurting people.
I do what I have to.
You haven't always done this kind of research.
No.
When the war started, I joined medi-corps...
Travelled our world researching remedies,
giving aid to the less fortunate.
Then why are you here?
The government called me back in.
It took some convincing, but...
They gave me a recording
of the battle where my son was killed.
I played it over and over again.
I memorized every expression
of fear and pain on his face...
The flashes of sorrow and regret
when he realized he wasn't going to be able
to live the life he planned for himself.
Almost no one
gets to live the life they planned for themselves.
That's true.
And now, because of what someone else did,
someone I don't even know,
I won't get to either.
What are you going to tell captain hunt?
You wandered off by yourself, against our advice, of course,
were spotted by an angry mob,
and by the time security intervened...
Good plan. That's a good plan.
You're a good man, professor.
Your superiors should be proud of you.
It's not much,
but at least you'll be a little more comfortable.
That's good.
You wanted to know about my people.
Here's a lesson.
Is it my imagination,
or do the maru and I get sent on a suicide mission
every time the Andromeda gets into a jam?
Don't be ridiculous.
You'd never survive a suicide mission.
No. Just crazy, risky, virtually impossible ones.
Anyway, you got your wish.
The pyrians have veered off the Andromeda
and are now following us.
Good. Open the pod bay doors.
I just want you to know
that I have the greatest enthusiasm
for this mission.
Captain, what are you doing?
Giving the pyrians what they want.
The ammonium phosphate.
Light it up.
Firing point defense lasers.
No, wait!
[ Beep ]
I'm receiving a hail.
If you think
the destruction of your cargo will deter us,
you're mistaken.
You have my apologies, captain.
I didn't understand the nature of what we were carrying,
but now that I do, I'm on your side,
and to prove it...
Major whendar, you're under arrest
for conspiracy
to transport a controlled substance.
You can't do this. You have no authority over me.
Watch me.
Captain, you may not recognize protocol red 15,
but I do.
I have a criminal in my custody who's violated pyrian law.
Do you want her or not?
We will contact you shortly to make arrangements.
What about him?
Yes, what about him?
Somehow I don't think
the pyrians would want to prosecute
one of their best informants,
do you, lieutenant gadell?
I doubt it.
You're an informant?
How did you know?
Space is big, cargo ships are small.
You obviously had a lot of information
you weren't sharing with major whendar,
which made me think you reported to someone else.
How could you work for them?
You know our people need the ammonium phosphate trade
to survive,
and the pyrians want it.
The pyrian addicts want it, not the pyrian government.
They've asked us to stop the shipments,
but our government is controlled by mine owners
who'll kill anyone who speaks up against them.
We both know whose fault this is,
and it's not ours.
It was that purple...Thing,
just like the one allied with hunt.
Trance?
A male one just like her.
The civil war he started
took half our population, destroyed our land,
blew up our infrastructure, and plunged us into depression.
The ammonium phosphate trade
is the only solution to our problems.
What happened to this purple guy?
He disappeared.
No one's ever been able to figure out
what exactly he was after, or why he did what he did.
Trance...We left her with them.
She'll get what she deserves.
And so will you.
Beka, plot a course to inaris.
Right away.
But what are you?
Like I said before, you'd never understand,
but I will tell you one thing.
I'm not the one who came here and started a civil war,
and I'm also not the one
who took an innocent person and tortured them.
What about your shipmates?
Do they know what you really are?
They know as much as they need to know--
that I'm their friend.
But if you tell them what happened down here...
I won't,
and neither will you.
So what happens to us?
Are we going to be your little toys, too?
No, I'm not that bored.
The universe is a mess.
I've got plenty of things to keep me busy enough.
You enjoy the chaos, don't you?
Just like he did.
It keeps life interesting.
According to our greatest spiritual texts,
chaos is just a manifestation of evil.
Are you implying that I'm some sort of devil?
Are you?
You'd better hope not.
So, nothing happened, huh?
They asked me some questions.
I answered them.
No big deal.
Well, we're all glad that you're back.
So am I.
You know, the inari aren't a very happy people.
It's just too bad that we can't help them.
We do the best we can, trance,
but sometimes you have to let people
work out their problems on their own.
I guess they told you about their civil war.
Yes.
Did they talk to you about it?
From the way they described it, it sounded pretty horrible.
That was it?
They just described it to you?
A little bit,
but I think when they saw how much it upset me,
they decided they had better not
talk about it anymore.
That was very considerate of them.
You're mad at them, aren't you?
They should have been honest with you
from the beginning.
I can't make alliances
until I know exactly who I'm dealing with...
Or at least until
I know I can trust them.
Aren't those the same thing?
Usually,
but there are those few rare exceptions.
Glad you're back.