"When events test men, angels then appear."

Wayist Verse
CY 1015

[Corridor]

DOYLE: We've got to find the rock Burma and his goons scrambled under.
ROMMIE: Well, he can't have gone far. Tarn Vedra was his only option.
HUNT: Tarn Vedra has a lot of rocks, and it's getting more crowded by the minute. Blending in won't be hard.
DOYLE: Even with a hostage.
ROMMIE: Even with a Harper.
HUNT: Almost makes you feel sorry for Burma.
DOYLE: Seefra Two's evacuation's almost complete. However, Seefra Four is officially burning.
ROMMIE: We saved as many as we could, Captain. However, the hydrogen ramscoop was successful.
HUNT: Well, it's something we can be thankful for, for the Tarn Vedran sun. Oh, reposition us towards Seefra Two in case they need us there for final evacuations.
DOYLE + ROMMIE: Repositioning.
DOYLE: Sorry, new habits die hard.
HUNT: Why don't you go find Harper now, okay?

[Briefing room]

RHADE: Planet after planet, it's the same thing over and over again. The fighting, the whining, the questions.
HUNT: We've got a bigger problem.
RHADE: Trance.
HUNT: You got it.
RHADE: She's working against us. If it's the real Trance.
HUNT: Well, no matter who or what she is, she's still an avatar, and she'll be two steps ahead of us.
ANDROMEDA [on screen]: Captain, I have Burma on comm.
HUNT: This guy. Put him through.
BURMA [on screen]: Dylan Hunt. Just when you thought you'd won.
HUNT: Oh, Burma. It isn't over until it's over.

[Burma's hideout]

BURMA: Oh, it is over for your scientist, Seamus Harper. We've learned his value to you. We have him, and we're going to kill him. Unless.

[Briefing room]

HUNT: General Burma, what's your price?
BURMA [on screen]: Price? Everything we valued is gone, thanks to you and what your technology has done to the Seefra system.
RHADE: Saved a few million lives. You're welcome.

[Burma's hideout]

BURMA: All I know is you arrived in your big ship, and the suffering started.

[Briefing room]

HUNT: Right. Everything was going so well before we got here. 
BURMA [on screen]: I want you to experience the same pain you inflicted on me and my people. And the loss.
RHADE: By killing Harper?
BURMA [on screen]: He's important to you, I know. A friend and a valuable resource. I'm going to enjoy this.
HUNT: Yeah, well, enjoy whatever sadistic pleasure it brings you, Burma, because I don't have time to care. Hunt out.
RHADE: We're bluffing, right?
HUNT: Yeah, we're bluffing.
RHADE: I wonder if Harper knows we're bluffing.
HUNT: One problem at a time, Rhade. We have to find Trance.
RHADE: Do you have a plan?
HUNT: Call it a hunch. When we came back from fixing Methus Two, that's when Trance started to seem different. So I'm wondering if the Trance we went down with got left behind somehow.
RHADE: Two Trances.
HUNT: Two Trances.
RHADE: She could be the same Trance but changing, as her sun gets closer.
HUNT: There's only one way to find out. Go back to Methus Two.
RHADE: You can't be serious. In a matter of hours, the Tarn Vedran sun will consume it, same as it did Methus One.
HUNT: Well, then, we'd better hurry.
RHADE: Great.

[Burma's hideout]

VIRGIL [OC]: While her watchdogs follow a scent to Methus Two, poor lonely ship at sea.
SECTARIAN: They'll never find us. Idiots.
VIRGIL [OC]: And now for all you other lonely ships at sea, more melodies to evacuate by.
BURMA: Bring the scientist. Now. What's left of him.

[Command]

BEKA: So, you and Rhade are going back into Methus Two. What's this? High risk, high reward?
HUNT: Something like that. Yes.
DOYLE: Dylan, you won't find her.
HUNT: Thank you for your support.
ROMMIE: Just so you know, the Trance we have onboard is heading toward Command.
BEKA: Dylan, you know, you don't have a monopoly on caring for Trance. I've been with her for longer than you have.
RHADE: Yeah, Dylan, you should take Beka with you. I've already been there and done that.
HUNT: Rhade.
RHADE: Hmm?
DOYLE: As an android, I can adjust my internal cooling systems, making me the best candidate.
ROMMIE: Ahem. Not the only android.
DOYLE: And her.
HUNT: Fine. Then we'll all go. Forget about Harper, forget about Burma, forget about the refugees. We'll all just go down to a live sun and have a picnic.
BEKA: No need to be touchy.
RHADE: We don't have time for this. Two hours and counting. I'm going with Dylan.
HUNT: Thank you, Rhade. Beka, please, you're in charge of Andromeda.
(Trance 2 enters.)
HUNT: And find Harper, okay?
BEKA: Sounds good. You and Rhade go track down your friend. Just be quick, please. It's still my ship.
HUNT: Trance, how you feeling?
TRANCE: Better, now that we're getting closer to the Tarn Vedran sun.
HUNT: Excellent. You can help with the evacuations and relocations. I need all of you to work together. We're running out of time.
RHADE: Yeah.

[Burma's hideout]

(Harper is carried in.)
BURMA: Change of plans.
HARPER: There's a plan? And I thought you were just the slash and burn, evil dictator type.
BURMA: I could've sworn you'd be dead by now. Or is that giving you some kind of strength?
HARPER: You're a real genius, huh? It's a data port, for knowledge. Something you're obviously lacking. Now, what'd you have to go and interrupt my torture session for? I was just finally starting to go numb.
BURMA: The point went out of it when I realised your Captain doesn't care what happens to you.
HARPER: Right.
BURMA: Apparently, he has more important things to deal with.
HARPER: More like he realised I can take care of myself, obviously. Too bad for you, huh?
BURMA: Not when there's a better way to make him feel the pain. Hurry up and lick your wounds.
HARPER: No, thanks. You can lick them for me.
BURMA: You're going to help get me onto Andromeda while he's away.
HARPER: Me? Help you get onto the Andromeda? Don't make me laugh. Ow!
BURMA: Careful. We need him functional.
HARPER: No, go ahead. Keep it up. Ow! Yeah, that's it. Because I ain't helping you. Nobody gets onto the Andromeda without an all-access pass and the boss's approval, and you're not getting either.
BURMA: That's not the other choice, scientist. The other choice is, I fire a missile into the centre of the Seefra One landing port, full of incoming refugees. He may not care about you, but he'll care about the thousands of dead. Either way, Dylan Hunt will feel what it's like to have things taken away from him, like he's taken from me. So it doesn't matter what you choose, scientist.
HARPER: Freaking psycho.

[Eureka Maru]

RHADE: Methus Two, here we come. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
HUNT: Rommie's shut it down. We'll have time.
RHADE: You know what's strange?
HUNT: What's that?
RHADE: The way you keep talking me into risking my life on these long shots.
HUNT: So it's strange because it keeps paying off?
RHADE: The odds say one day, it won't.
HUNT: Yeah. Well, Rhade, there are bigger risks in store if we don't get to the bottom of a certain transformation.
RHADE: Transformation. Humour to die by.
HUNT: Yeah, well, I love to keep you laughing.

[Command]

BEKA: It's so horrible.
DOYLE: One by one, they go.
ROMMIE: And now Seefra Three.
DOYLE: You keep thinking it'll get easier, but it never does.
TRANCE 2: In a few hours, we can add Seefra Two and Methus Two to the list.
BEKA: Yes, well, it may all be part of some grand design, but it's still bloody tragic.
TRANCE 2: They did the job.
ROMMIE: And they say inorganics lack emotion.
DOYLE: Speak for yourself.
ROMMIE: I wasn't.
BEKA: All right. Obviously, standing here watching this disaster has become unproductive.
TRANCE 2: Agreed. Dylan said there's much work to do.
BEKA: The most important thing is to keep searching for Harper.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Beka, I have two Seefra One landholders on comm asking for Dylan to resolve a dispute. They seem to be fighting over who gets the better looking transport.
ROMMIE: I'll handle that.
DOYLE: Why you?
TRANCE 2: Personally, I have the greater intuition.
BEKA: No, no, and definitely no. Okay, I'm in charge here, which means I get the pleasure of dealing with these bozos. Rommie, you know Andromeda's deep scan capabilities. Doyle, you know Seefra One inside and out. Each of you stick to what each of you does best and, hopefully, when Burma comes out of hiding, one of you will be there to nail him.
TRANCE 2: And me?
BEKA: Stay close to me. All right, Andromeda. Let's get this party started. Put them on.

[Eureka Maru]

(Methus Two goes dark.)
RHADE: Lights out. It's party time.
HUNT: We're going to go on the north side. That mantle protected us from a flare the last time.
RHADE: From your lips to Tarn Vedran sun's ear.
HUNT: All right. Preparing to initiate mantle breach on my mark. Mark.
(They fly into the artificial sun's core while two other craft approach Andromeda.)

[By a door]

BURMA: You got us on board without anyone knowing. So far, I'm impressed.
HARPER: I think a toaster would impress you. Ouch! You know, I can barely feel it now.
BURMA: Finish the job, or I finish Seefra's landing port.
(Harper works on a touch screen.)

[Corridor]

DOYLE: Scanning sector five eight one. Scanning sector five eight two. This is hopeless. Harper, please come in.
ROMMIE: Increasing the carrier output won't get Harper back on comm. Clearly, Burma took it away.
DOYLE: Harper is resourceful. He may have made one out of broken glass by now, for all we know. And I hate that you know my every move on this ship.
ROMMIE: Get used to it.
DOYLE: I don't need a lecture about getting used to things. Trust me.
ROMMIE: I was merely suggesting a coping strategy.
DOYLE: I will cope when I find Harper.
ROMMIE: About that. If you were planning on going down to Seefra One, forget about it. I have a drop pod waiting to take me.
DOYLE: Oh no, that's the pod I ordered!
ROMMIE: Like I said, get used to it.
DOYLE: I know Seefra better than anyone. I should be the one that looks for Harper.
ROMMIE: Ah, but it makes more sense for the person who knows Harper best to be the one to go and look for him.
DOYLE: No, it doesn't.
ROMMIE: Yes, it does.
DOYLE: No, it doesn't.
ROMMIE: Careful, don't blow a gasket.
DOYLE: Oh, isn't that the bot calling the metal black.
ROMMIE: Ooo. That would be Harper's vain attempt at giving you a sense of humour.
DOYLE: Is humour something you're qualified to recognise?

[Another corridor]

(Another planet goes KaBOOM! and Trance 2 does a happy dance.)
TRANCE 2: I am the nebula. The nebula is me.

[By a door]

HARPER: Voila. Ca fait complet. The ship's sensors will no longer detect you.
BURMA: Liar.
HARPER: Is it that obvious? Don't even bother trying to crack my code. There's no way.
BURMA: Your code versus the darkness.
(The door opens to Burma's touch on the screen.)
HARPER: How the hell did you do that?
(Something familiar flares in Burma's eyes.)
HARPER: Oh, no.
(Burma's voice deepens.)
BURMA: Dispose of him.
HARPER: Hey! Ow!
BURMA: Begin!
(The Sectarians start planting explosives on the bulkheads.)

[Methus Two]

RHADE: For a dark sun, it's hot.
HUNT: Oh, come on, Rhade, You're a big, tough Nietzschean.
RHADE: You're just jealous.
HUNT: What? I'm sorry, but boneblades never did it for me.
RHADE: Don't knock it if you haven't tried it. But I was talking about your age.
HUNT: Oh, I see. I'm jealous because you're younger than me?
RHADE: That's right, Hunt, by over three hundred years.
HUNT: Very funny. For a minute there, I thought you were serious.
(The sounds of carbon metal falling apart behind them.)
RHADE: Let's just find the chamber and get out of here.
(And in front of them.)
HUNT: Let's get out of here.
RHADE: Yeah.
(They run.)
RHADE: Why do you keep putting us in these situations?
HUNT: Just luck, I guess.
RHADE: Luck? Luck has nothing to do with it. You have a death wish.
HUNT: No, no, no. I'm just old, remember? I'm senile. I keep forgetting that this kind of stuff can kill you.
RHADE: Oh, yeah. That would have killed us. So, what do you think?
RHADE: This way.
HUNT: I think it's this way.
RHADE: No, no, no. We are listening to me for a change. This way.
(He opens the bulkhead on a raging fire, and quickly closes it again.)
RHADE: Not a word.
HUNT: I wasn't going to say anything.

[Corridor]

DOYLE: You have the ship to take care of.
ROMMIE: Unlike you, I can be in two places at once. Oh, wait a minute. Make that three.
DOYLE: Some would call that a personality disorder.
ROMMIE: I prefer to think of it as a multi-faceted personality.
DOYLE: Uh oh.
(They meet three Sectarians with short swords.)
ROMMIE: We are not the droids you're looking for.
DOYLE: What is that?
ROMMIE: I don't know, but it didn't work.
(More Sectarians run up behind them. The shooting and kicking starts.)
DOYLE: Rommie, down.
(Soon, all their attackers are down. Trance 2 watches as some get up and try again. And again. Both Doyle and Rommie keep hitting one man but he doesn't go down.)
DOYLE: What's with this guy?
ROMMIE: I don't know.
(They finally dispose of him.)
DOYLE: Too bad you didn't show up a minute sooner. Oh, that's right. You did.
TRANCE 2: You were both doing very well, I thought, considering.
ROMMIE: Yeah, well, I want to know who they are and how they got on board without me knowing.
TRANCE 2: They're Burma's men. Sometimes I get impressions.
(Beka arrives on the scene.)
BEKA: What the hell's going on?
DOYLE: We've been invaded.
BEKA: How many are there?
ROMMIE: Well, there would be no way of knowing, because my onboard sensors have been disabled. Again.
BEKA: By these guys? (Rommie nods.) They brought Harper.
DOYLE: He must be on board somewhere.

[Methus Two]

(Fires all around them, and falling pieces of structure.)
RHADE: There's no going right, there's no going left, and there's certainly no going back.
HUNT: That leaves either up or down.
RHADE: Whatever.
HUNT: That's the spirit, Rhade.
(Rhade opens a trap door in the floor. Hunt drops through first. Meanwhile, Harper is lying very still somewhere.)
HUNT: Fusion chamber's this way.
RHADE: How do you know?
HUNT: Because I'm a Paradine.
RHADE: Really?
HUNT: Nah. I just saw a sign that said fusion chamber.
RHADE: Oh. I'm bred for survival, so right now you'll have to excuse me, because every fibre of my being is screaming to get out of here!
HUNT: That's why I appreciate you helping me to find Trance. You're a good sport, Rhade.
RHADE: Well, it's better than being with the ladies.

[Machine shop]

BEKA: Harper?
ROMMIE: Well, this is where he'd come to hide, if he could.
DOYLE: Look, we all know the logical conclusion, but let's not go there unless we have to.
BEKA: No messages, either. I can't believe Harper would let those men on board without leaving some kind of something.
ROMMIE: What code word are you trying?
BEKA: Rom-Doll.
ROMMIE: That would be the one.
DOYLE: Try Dream Doyle. What? I didn't invent me.
BEKA: Okay. No. No go on either of them. Okay, so we don't know where Harper is. We're just going to have to assume he's okay. Meanwhile, we have an invasion on our hands. First thing we're going to have to figure out is, what do they want?
(Enter Sectarians.)
ROMMIE: Oh, good. We can ask them.
(Fight.)
DOYLE: Not again. I'm barely recharged.
ROMMIE: That was my guy.
DOYLE: Not anymore!
BEKA: Sometimes you got to make do.
DOYLE: How you doing?
ROMMIE: Good. You?
DOYLE: Good. Beka?
BEKA: I got it. Hiiyee! Giddyap!
(Slow motion of the ladies throwing the men about, then fast forward for the androids alone. But the Sectarians keep getting up and trying again.)

[Fusion chamber]

HUNT: This is it.
(Rhade shuts the door on a fire.)
RHADE: This is it, if we don't get out of here soon.
HUNT: The fusion container, it's still in one piece.
RHADE: Dylan.
HUNT: Trance's cloak. The vapour's too thick to see if there's anything inside. There's got to be a way to empty it. Got it.

[Corridor]

(Doyle breaks a neck as the remaining Sectarians run off.)
DOYLE: Let him go. You're exhausted.
BEKA: Well, at least we got most of them.
ROMMIE: They're kind of tough.
BEKA: Really? It's not just me?
DOYLE: No, they're something else. Maybe some kind of alien.
(The dead man has vanished.)
ROMMIE: Where did he go?
BEKA: Okay. So they don't stay down and they disappear.
(Doyle quietly strolls up behind a Sectarian planting explosives, then bumps into him.)
DOYLE: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh, please don't lock me up.
SECTARIAN: Who are you?
DOYLE: I'm an evacuee from Seefra Four. You mean you're not one of Dylan Hunt's people?
SECTARIAN: Not even close.
DOYLE: Oh good. Then you can help me. They promised me safety, and now I don't know what's going on. This ship is so big, and there's so much fighting and it's cold.
(Doyle turns him around so Rommie and Beka can approach.)
SECTARIAN: You shouldn't have accepted their help. They're liars.
DOYLE: Liars? No. No! I gave up everything for them. I have no one to protect me. I have nowhere to go. Don't say that.
(Rommie scans the man with a hand computer.)
SECTARIAN: Calm down. It's okay. You can come with us.
DOYLE: Do you mean that?
SECTARIAN: I'm sure I can convince my leader.
DOYLE: I would really like to show you my appreciation.
(Rommie and Doyle knock him out.)
BEKA: Explosives. So now we know what Burma's up to. Revenge on Dylan by blowing up the Andromeda.
ROMMIE: It gets worse. They're not human. I've detected radical isotopes.
BEKA: What!
DOYLE: What, what are those?
ROMMIE: Apparently Harper didn't program you with knowledge of the Abyss.
BEKA: Who knew he'd need to?
(Beka picks up the Sectarian.)
BEKA: I've got something here that's going to hurt a lot worse if you don't tell me what the hell you did with Harper.

[Armoury]

(They open a conduit and Harper falls out.)
BEKA: Harper!
(Doyle cradles his head in her lap.)
DOYLE: He's, he's dead.
ROMMIE: I'm feeling emotions I never thought I'd have.
BEKA: I know what you mean. All those times I teased him, abused him, stole his share of a salvage without telling him.
HARPER: What? Very good. Very good. Almost had you fooled, though, right? It's an old meditation trick I learned from Rev Bem. Can you blame me for taking the opportunity to hear what my three favourite ladies would say at my funeral?
BEKA: You suck at playing dead.
HARPER: Well, you suck at playing sad.
ROMMIE: Some performances were better than others, though.
BEKA: Yeah. That was almost as shameless as that act you pulled with the guard.
DOYLE: Thank you.
HARPER: What guard? What guard? What did I miss?
BEKA: A lot. But first, you've got to get control of the ship back from Burma.
(Rommie hands out forcelances.)
ROMMIE: While we have some housekeeping to attend to.
BEKA: And I have a date with a friend I'd hoped never to see again. Where might I find him?
HARPER: I think he was saving the biggest bomb for Command.
BEKA: Right.
HARPER: Ladies.

[Fusion chamber]

RHADE: She is not in here.
HUNT: Trance! Trance!
RHADE: It's over!
HUNT: It's not over, Rhade. She's here. I can feel it.
RHADE: You can feel it?
(Hunt shoots at the wall in various places, including just over Rhade's shoulder.)
HUNT: Sorry. Sorry.
RHADE: What the hell you doing?
(Finally, a shot reveals Trance embedded in the carbon wall. A second shot frees her to fall into Hunt's arms.)
HUNT: Trance.
TRANCE: Dylan, I knew you'd come.

[Command]

BEKA: Right there, Burma.
BURMA: Beka Valentine. We meet again. We were quite intimate once. You remember the Abyss, don't you?

[Fusion chamber]

HUNT: Trance?
RHADE: She's in bad shape.
HUNT: Trance, Methus Two is disintegrating from the inside out.
TRANCE: It's my sun's fault.
HUNT: Listen to me. You can use it. Pull energy from it. You've done it before.
RHADE: For Andromeda, remember?
HUNT: It's your sun. You can get strength from it.
TRANCE: My life force.
HUNT: That's right. Take what you need. Come on, Trance.
(Trance leaps up.)
RHADE: Is there a way out?
(Trance tesseracts them out, and the Eureka Maru flies away as the sun eats up Methus Two.)

[Command]

BURMA: I'd hoped we'd meet again.
BEKA: That makes one of us.
(Burma disarms Beka, and they trade a few feeble blows.)
BURMA: You can't defeat the Abyss.
(Beka punches him hard.)
BURMA: I don't remember you being this much of a fighter.
BEKA: I wasn't. Someone else had to do it for me. Not this time.
BURMA: This time I'll win, and you'll be mine forever.
BEKA: I had a less depressing destiny in mind.
TRANCE 2: You know who Burma is, Beka.
BEKA: Thanks for your input, Trance, but I'm a little busy right now.

[Corridor]

(Rommie and Doyle are gathering up the explosives.)
DOYLE: Beka.
ROMMIE: On Command.

[Computer core]

HARPER: All right, Andromeda, this should get you back online.

[Eureka Maru]

HUNT: Andromeda, come in.

[Computer core]

HARPER: Come on. What the hell did he do, anyway?

[Eureka Maru]

HUNT: Andromeda, report.

[Computer core]

(If all else fails, hit it.)
HARPER: All right. I think I got it. Yes!

[Eureka Maru]

ANDROMEDA [OC]: Captain. Your arrival is timely.
HUNT: We're on time.

[Corridor]

(They shoot some bad guys.)
HUNT: Split up. Find Burma.
RHADE: Find him? I'm going to kill him.

[Command]

(Burma moves faster than the eye can see in his fight with Beka.)
TRANCE 2: You can't kill the Abyss, Beka.
BEKA: What are you, one of them? Because you sure as hell aren't Trance.
TRANCE 2: Mortals are such strange creatures. They are trapped by fear, the fear of death, yet death would set them free.
BURMA: A new kind of freedom.
(Burma is about to shoot Beka when Doyle and Rommie are suddenly in his way.)
BURMA: Who are you?
ROMMIE: We're with her.
(They match his speed.)
BURMA: Hmm. It's time for you to choose. I'm going to have one of you. Which of you will it be?
HUNT: Burma, you are such a drama queen.
BURMA: Dylan Hunt. Perfect. I came to bring you pain. Pick which of your friends will die.
HUNT: I think I'd rather have you die.
BURMA: If you shoot, I shoot. Pick!
(Beka manages to reach a forcelance on the floor. Hunt lowers his briefly.)
HUNT: Now.
(Beka fires, dissolving Burma into black dust.)
BEKA: That felt good.
HUNT: Yes, it did.
TRANCE 2: You're not.
TRANCE: I am.
TRANCE 2: You were supposed to be consumed by the sun.
TRANCE: Why was I left there?
TRANCE 2: You are not of the same mind as we are.
TRANCE: And what mind is that, sister? I'm begging you to tell me.
(The two Trances trade energy bolts then grapple with each other, spinning around. Trance breaks it and kicks her duplicate to the floor.)
TRANCE 2: This isn't over, Trance Gemini.
(Trance 2 vanishes.)
HUNT: I guess that's what they call a black hole.
TRANCE: Beka, are you all right? 
BEKA: I'm all right now.
TRANCE: Dylan, I was afraid.
HUNT: We should all be afraid. It's not over yet.
(Later.)
HUNT: This is it.
ROMMIE: Seefra Two is officially gone.
HARPER: Come on, Vedran braking system.
TRANCE: I fear I am definitely out of possible futures. This will work. I feel it. I know it. 
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Solar impact with Seefra One in fifty eight seconds. Impact in forty six seconds.
HARPER: Well, when used appropriately, Vedran technology can be very reliable. At least that's what I'm holding onto.
DOYLE: Yeah. Plus, how many times has Trance been wrong?
RHADE: In this case, she only has to be wrong once.
ROMMIE: I'm with Harper on this one.
BEKA: Dylan, we better get ready to get the heck out of here.
HUNT: It's too late.
HARPER: It's stopping? I think it's stopping. It's stopping, right? Tell me it's stopping, Rommie.
ROMMIE: Incorrect.
HARPER: What?
ROMMIE: It has stopped.
HUNT: Well done everyone. Mister Harper, let's talk about Burma.
HARPER: What's to talk about? He's a dangerous, misguided creep with lots of unfocused anger.
RHADE: How did he get on the ship, Harper?
HARPER: That's a great question. Maybe I better check the ship for glitches. See what Burma and his boys did, huh?
RHADE: Harper, how did he get on board? Harper!
(Rhade chases Harper out of Command.)
ROMMIE: Harper had no choice, Dylan. You can blame his supposed superior intellect or his confirmed physical weakness. The choice is yours.
HUNT: Well, he did save me from having to save his life.
DOYLE: Actually, when you let Burma think you didn't care if he killed Harper, and you knew it wouldn't end there, you did save his life.
ROMMIE: And when you were on Methus Two, you knew we could take care of Burma.
HUNT: I didn't know that.
BEKA: Well, now you do.
ROMMIE: And now that you know that we've succeeded as a team
HUNT: Now that, I already knew.
ROMMIE: Yes, but now you can take a vacation.
DOYLE: Or a nap.
HUNT: A nap? You know what? Maybe I should take a nap, and let you guys do all my work.
TRANCE: A long nap.
HUNT: Welcome back.
TRANCE: Things will never be the way they were. There will be repercussions.
HUNT: There always are, Trance, but today is a good day.
BEKA: You know, We did kick butt rather spectacularly.
DOYLE: We flattened those Abyssholes.
ROMMIE: It was rather enjoyable.
BEKA: Speak for yourself.
DOYLE: You only had one guy.
BEKA: Yeah, the Abyss.
DOYLE: At one time, I was fighting off ten men.
ROMMIE: I? We. We, we.
BEKA: Ladies, ladies, ladies. Trance? You coming? Oh, so I finally figured out Harper's password. Valentine.
DOYLE: Are you sure you spelled Dream Doyle right?
HUNT: A nap. Someday.