Prolon Royal delegation, Confederacy of Idiots, Captain Hunt meets Princess Tura(Krista Allen)

Beka Valentine, Captain Dylan Hunt, Rommie, Tyr Anasazi, Royal Consul(John Innes), Princess Tura(Krista Allen), Trance Gemini, Seamus Harper, Andromeda and Handmaiden(Angelika Baran) : The Illusion of Majesty “We all wear the twin masks of emotion, Happy or sad, haunted or hunted, You choose the mask, you choose the risk. You choose your own poison.“ Last words of Plethe the Pirate CY 3902 Tyr: Might I suggest we retire to auxiliary control on another deck? Hunt: If five tons of that comes through Command, it won’t make any difference. Rommie: Hull rupture in fifteen seconds. Hunt: Rommie, reverse the artificial gravity on the decks above us. Rommie: Reversing grav. And maintaining standard gravity on Command deck. Rommie: If they shoot again, the effects will be worse. The corrosion has a cumulative effect. Hunt: Where are those other three ships? Rommie: They’re still racing us to get to that capsule. Rommie: Another hull breach on Deck 18. Beka: Twenty kilometers to the capsule. Beka: Ten kilometers to the capsule. Five. Got her. Rommie: Incoming communiqu from one of the pursuing ships. Consul: This is the Consulate for the Royal House of Prolon. You will hand over our escape capsule immediately. You have taken aboard a member of the Royal House of Prolon. If you do not hand her over to us, we will resume firing. Rommie: Accessing their royal computer. Princess Tura, the most popular member of the royal family, beloved by millions. Disappeared as a child during a violent revolution, assumed dead. She resurfaced one year ago in a convent. Hunt: How dramatic. Trance, take our princess to Med deck. I’ll meet you there. Trance [OC]: Aye, aye. Hunt: Tyr, what do you think? Where is Tyr? Rommie: On his way to his quarters. Tyr: The answer is no. Hunt: Of course it is. I just came here to find out why. Tyr: Because the Prolon people are the most gullible, unenlightened Hunt: Rommie tells me these people more impoverished than anything else. And desperate people are easily swayed by their authority figures. Tyr: The Prolons want to believe in something, anything, so badly, they’ll make authority figures out of anyone, clinging to one belief system after another. No. Hunt: So are you telling me I should send Harper? Andromeda: Dylan, the Prolon Royal delegation is requesting permission to come aboard and see their princess. If you agree, they will stand down their weaponry. Tyr: And I’ll tell you another thing. No one is who they seem to be. They are a confederacy of idiots awash in a garbage system. They even shoot lethal garbage at each other. That’s what hit us. That’s all they have. Hunt: The bottom line is our navigation systems are useless in this place. We may need these people to get out of here, and I could use your expertise. Tyr: But if you remember, I suggested leaving the moment we arrived. Hunt: Ah ha, but if you remember, I actually agreed with you for the first time, and we couldn’t leave. Don’t you appreciate the tragic irony in that, Tyr? Tyr: Thank you so much for stopping by. Hunt: Andromeda, let them board, unarmed, but monitor them as if they were. Trance: This outdated Prolon tech is making it difficult to bring her out. She’s in a self-induced coma state. How did she expect anyone to find her? Consul: Request permission to address her Majesty. Hunt: Is she okay to talk? Trance: Yes, she’s fine. Hunt: Of course. Consul: Your Highness. Tura: Mmm. Who has rescued me? Hunt: I have, your Highness. I’m Captain Dylan Hunt. Tura: You may all rise. Consul: Your Highness, we’ve been searching for days. Why were you on that escape vessel? Tura: Consul, does your job entail questioning my actions? Consul: No, your Highness. But your Highness, why are you... Wearing those clothes? Tura: Where am I now? Hunt: You’re on board the Andromeda Ascendant. Did you want to slap me again? Consul: Your Highness? Tura: Yes. Consul: He engaged three destroyers to steal your escape vessel. Hunt: Well, hold on. That’s not exactly true. Tura: You plucked me from space under fire? Hunt: Well, under fire wasn’t my idea. Consul: Your Highness, we must get you back to your vessel now. Hunt: She leaves here of her own free will, okay, pal? Tura: What are you doing in Prolon system, Captain? Hunt: We’re trying to find a way out. You see, we had to abort slipstream, and, well, your Prolon environment makes our navigational systems useless. Tura: Our crews navigate by sight, which requires an intimate familiarity of the Prolon surroundings. I would be happy to escort you. Hunt: That would be lovely. __ (Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for “fair use“ for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.)