Title: Who They Could Have Been

Author: Beka Rhade
Disclaimer: wish I owned Rhade but, no
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A/N: Somewhere in season five, for anyone who knows her Laura Viar wanted me to put that she edits my work.

"There's another ship headed this way," Rhade said in surprise.

"What?" Beka asked from the flight chair. "A new ship here?"

"Yes, and it's hailing us."

"Put them on then." Beka ordered as Rhade walked down and watched the screen beside her change to a view of a nietzchean boy who was about fifteen. Rhade couldn't help but stare at the boy. It was almost like looking into a mirror. Black hair cut short and combed back, brown eyes that felt like they could see straight through you, and a I'm-so-much-better-then-you smirk.

"Just remember I did suggest that we shouldn't stop." A female voice said from somewhere.

"Shut up for once," the boy snapped before turning to face Beka and Rhade, "where the hell are we?" He demanded.

"You're in the Seefra System, how'd you get here?" Beka asked.

"We flew kluge," the boy said impenitently, as Rhade stiffened," where's the nearest refueling station? Or better still put your master on."

Rhade clutched the back of the flight chair as Bake glanced up with a don't-even- think-about-saying-a-thing look. "I don't have a master and if a brat of an Uber like you has any questions you can address them to me."
"You have to admit, she got you on that one Tel. So why don't you drop it she has you cornered." A female voice said from somewhere off the screen.

"Shut up," the boy growled as if in a warning.

"Look," Beka broke in, "why don't we both land and talk this over?" Rhade felt her body tense as the boy reached down and did something off the screen.

"Damn," the boy swore, "all right, we'll meet on the planet." With that the boy's face disappeared. Through the front window they saw the other ship turn around and head toward the surface.

"That little," Rhade growled.

"I'd say he's a typical nietzchean." Beka said.

"That, brat is no where near close to a typical nietzchean." Rhade said going back to his station.