- Dylan Hunt: I'd like to be alone for a while, if you don't mind.
- Rev: I understand. I, myself, prefer solitude when doing mathematics.
- Dylan Hunt: How'd you know?
- Rev: Oh, 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?
- Harper: The Witchhead Nebula was *the* site of the climactic battle of the Nietzschean rebellion.
- Tyr Anasazi: Nietzschean Tactical Offensive.
- Harper: Whatever.
- Tyr Anasazi: My people have a legend about the Battle of Witchhead. They say the Nietzschean forces arrived here with overwhelming numbers. Their victory seemed assured. But then, in the critical hour, the Angel of Death appeared, summoning forth the fires of Hell. The Nietzschean fleet was struck down, crippled, their glorious victory turned to ashes.
- Beka Valentine: You knew all along?
- Tyr Anasazi: I've never seen an Angel before.
- Dylan Hunt: Yeah, I know what you mean. I felt the same way when I took Beginning Astrophysics.
- Trance Gemini: You're kidding.
- Dylan Hunt: Yes, I am.
- Trance Gemini: Oh.
- Captain Borotep Yeshgar: You'll tell me the truth when you think I need to hear it. Until then, in Dylan Hunt we trust.
- Beka Valentine: What a mess.
- Rommie: I'd take that personally if it weren't true.
- Beka Valentine: On the bright side, with all the pounding you've been through in the last few weeks, it's a wonder you're working at all.
- Rommie: And here I was, starting to feel proud of the way my systems were functioning. For the first time since you rescued me from the black hole, I'm almost fully combat-ready.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: They're scattered all over the nebula.
- Harper: Exactly. Which means a catalyst is not gonna work. Unless you can get them all to politely line up to be incinerated.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: I'll see what I can do.
- Harper: What?
- Captain Dylan Hunt: You get the catalyst working. I'll handle the Nietzscheans.
- [first lines]
- Tyr Anasazi: Now you must let your instincts guide you. Slipstream piloting isn't a skill, it's an art. You have to feel your way to your destination.
- Trance Gemini: I don't know. It seems kinda complicated.
- Dylan Hunt: My old engineer called it job security.
- Harper: Smart woman. I've been reading her manuals.
- Dylan Hunt: 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.