Part III: Unknown Contact
Grunting heavily with sweat trickling down his bare chest, a half asleep Tyr opens his eyes finding himself in an awkward position laying directly on top of Trance, blade in hand. She is trembling like a leaf at thought of almost having her cute little purple head severed from the rest of her body. He's is confused by how he ended up trying to kill her instead of who he thought was the Drago pride member.
"Trance!?"
"H-Hi?"
He drops the blade on the floor and rolls off of her. He sit on the side of his bed, shock by what he almost did to her. His brief feelings of remorse for almost murdering an innocent bystander soon are replaced by his pompous Nietzschean attitude of placing blame for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"W-What are you doing in my quarters?!" he says angrily.
Trance sits up next to him still trying to shake off her near death experience and Tyr's thunderous voice scolding her isn't helping to ease the situation.
"I-I came to g-give you a present and... and I-I heard noises and... and I thought you were in trouble."
"Any noises coming out of here are none of your concern, child!"
"I'm... sorry. I just wanted... to see if you needed my help." she says, barely above a whisper.
"I - I'm fine, Trance. I was... just... remembering things I haven't thought of in a long time."
"What things?"
"Just... things that happened in my youth, that's all."
"Do you want to talk about it? I'm a really good listener. I think it would be in your best interest if you just..." insisted Trance.
Desperately wanting this sugary sweet, heart to heart to end before he got a cavity or lapsed into a diabetic coma, Tyr tries to downplay the entire experience so she will finally leave.
"And I think... it would be in your best interest... if you left now."
"Okay... I'll go."
With her voice breaking, trying not to cry in front of him, Trance slinks off Tyr's bed and quickly leaves his room. Her hurt feelings and misconstrued intentions were starting to work their way through the hidden chink in Tyr's Nietzschean armor of indifference for others. He is constantly trying to grasp the idea that there are people in the world that care about his well being, but is still finding it somewhat unnerving. Knowing Trance's usual forgiving nature, he shakes off his growing remorse for snapping at her for the moment to figure out why all of these hurtful memories are resurfacing after all of these years. What would be the point of all this now?
Just then Andromeda, in holographic form, appears in front of him.
"Tyr, Dylan needs to see you on Command Deck."
"Is this terribly important because if not, I'd rather be left alone."
"It sounds rather urgent."
Waiting on the Command Deck, Capt. Dylan Hunt has just steered the ship through the Slipstream to a vast cluster of unknown planets. He looks curiously at them trying to figure out the Andromeda's current whereabouts.
"Rommie, tell us our coordinates."
"Capt. Hunt, I can't find anything in my database about these clusters of planets."
"So, you're saying we're lost?"
"Not necessarily. I do know our coordinates... I just can't seem to find anything about any planets that are suppose to be here. It was almost like they were... built overnight.
Just as Rommie was reporting the status of their situation, Tyr finally arrives.
"What is this business about some unknown planets?" Tyr remarks.
"Rommie was just telling me that we've seemed to have stumbled on some mysterious planets that seemingly just... appeared in this sector of space."
"Do we know who lives on them, if anyone?"
"Not yet, but we are trying to set up contact now."
By Dylan's command, Andromeda sends out a signal into space in the direction of one of the planets in hopes that they will make a connection. Dylan then begins his address to whomever or whatever is out there.
"This is Capt. Dylan Hunt of the Starship Andromeda. If you can here this, please identify yourselves."
For a little while, there is nothing but deafening silence. Just when Dylan is about to order the transmittion to be cut, that's when a faint murmuring begins. At first, it's a little hard to understand, but after awhile, it starts to get a little louder. Suddenly, a fuzzy picture begins coming through on the computer screen.
"Stay... zzz....away...zzz... or... zzz...die!"
Then, the transmittion abruptly ends.
