A/N: This story takes place during Season One. And I don't own Andromeda, but Tribune.

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair. –T.S. Eliot

The Other Side of Despairing Insanity

"Okay, I just heard it, again. Are you sure you didn't hear it, Dylan?" asked Beka as she walked over dead bodies strewn on the ships' floor.

"Beka, the ship is abandoned, and Andromeda did not pick up any life signs."

"Then why are we here? There's nothing good to salvage, anyway," replied Beka.

The sound came again, and this time she could have sworn it sounded like the High Guard March.

"Dylan, there's something or someone here!"

Beka stopped in her tracks and waited for the whistling to start. She waited until she could hear it clearly before following it. The whistling guided her to a stack of bodies where a gravely ill woman laid beside them. Her blonde hair was straggly and her blue eyes appeared to be somewhat glassy.

"It took you long enough," the woman scolded as she tried to get up.

"Dylan, we've got someone alive," said Beka as she gently pushed the woman down.

"What! How's that possible?" said Dylan as he started toward Beka position.

"I don't know. Maybe Andromeda didn't scan it right or completely," replied Beka.

"Excuse me, I did scan the ship correctly and completely," said an offended Andromeda.

Beka looked at the woman, and guessed she had to be around Harper age.

"Hey, you have anything to eat or drink? I haven't had anything in a while," asked the woman.

Beka shook her head no.

"Damn, just my luck. Chalk it up to being a Harper," she said with a faint smile.

"Harper?" asked Beka.

"Yeah, Anwen Zola Harper, at your service," the woman replied before coughing violently. Her whole body shook and then she went limp.

Beka felt for a pulse and was relieved to find a faint pulse.

"Hang on, Anwen, help is on the way," muttered Beka.

Dylan stepped over the bodies strewn around the corridor as he made his way to Beka. Many of the people appeared to have died right were they lay. He forced himself to look straight ahead as he passed by a corpse of a child.

"Where the hell is he?" thought Beka as she looked at Anwen. She noticed that the woman looked very similar to Harper. Beka heard footsteps and readied her Gauss gun. She was just about to fire when she realized that it was Dylan.

He smiled and said "So where's the survivor?"

"Right here," said Beka as she pointed to the woman next to her.

Dylan looked at her and asked "Is she……."

"Just barely, we need to get her to medical or she'll die."

Dylan picked up the woman and headed toward the Maru.

"Rev, Trance, we need you to prep the med bay. We've got some company," said Beka she followed Dylan.

Trance looked at the blonde-haired woman lying before her. She was wearing tattered shirt and pants. She injected the woman with nanobots and turned to face Beka and Dylan.

"She had a few broken bones and a really nasty cold. The nanobots and some sleep will heal her," said Trance.

"Captain, I've found something very interesting that I think you should see," said Andromeda.

Trance watched as Beka and Dylan walked out of the med bay.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll go now," said Trance as she started to leave.

Rev nodded his head as he straightened up the instruments. The woman lying on the bed looked familiar to him, but he couldn't place where. The tattoos the woman had were very familiar to him, though.

Trance hummed to herself as she made her to the hydroponics bay.

"Hey Trance, how's the patient?"

"Oh, she's fine. Her name is Anwen by the way," replied Trance absentmindedly.

"Anwen?" asked Harper.

"Yes, Anwen, well that's what Beka says her name is," replied Trance.

"Oh, crap. I've got to go. Thanks, Trance," said Harper looking pale.

He took off running toward the med bay.

"I wonder what that was about," thought Trance with a shrug of her shoulders. She kept on walking toward hydroponics.

"Captain, this is a Nietzschean ship belonging to the Drago-Kazov pride. The records indicate that it was on a slave run from Earth with members of group called Amazon. It appears that the slaves fell ill and the Nietzscheans abandoned ship," said Andromeda.