The three are met by the Orca Alpha as they embark on his ship.
"Ah, Captain Dylan Hunt, welcome," Guderian greeted him magnanimously. "And who are your friends?"
"Trance you know, she'll be helping your wounded. This is a new addition to my crew, Buffy Summers. I trust they will be treated with every courtesy," Dylan responded, a warning clear in his voice.
"But of course, come," he ordered imperiously, leading them down a corridor away.
Guderian leads them to a large room currently occupied with the Orca wounded.
"You will remain here," indicating the woman, "Olga, the Orca Matriarch with over see your work. Come Hunt, we should talk." He walked away, automatically expecting them to follow his orders.
"Neitzscheans," Dylan grumbled under his breath as he leaves.
Buffy hears him and grins, reminded of Giles and his consternations with Anya.
Trance starts forward, diligently passing patient to patient, always under the watchful eye of the Matriarch. Buffy follows, helping when she can. Supplying material and bracing patients up for medicine.
The very last patient was a big man. He was tall and heavily muscled with a short and neatly trimmed beard. He dark eyes glittered as he smiled at the women with gritted teeth; sweat matting his dark hair and glistening on his forehead. Trance checked him over.
"He is Bariden, one of Guderian's younger brothers and my son," said Olga.
"Your son is fine. He just has a dislocated shoulder and a couple scratches. Buffy can you help me," Trance asked, indicating for her to brace him.
"Sure."
Olga gazes doubtfully at Buffy. Apparently, Bariden has the same thought. "Mother, call one of the guards in here to help."
"Hey it's okay big guy, I think I can handle you," Buffy grinned, quickly grabbing hold of Bariden as Trance efficiently snapped the shoulder back in place. Bariden gave a great jerk, but did not move. He looked at Buffy in surprise. She smiled back, "Told ya."
A sudden alarm peals across the ship.
On the Orca Command Deck as the alarm peals…"Status," barked Guderian marching from a side room followed closely by Dylan.
"Sir," a man responded, "a Magog fighter ship just slip streamed in and out of our sector."
On the Observation Deck of the Andromeda…The same alarm goes off on all vessels as the word spreads from ship to ship: The Magog are monitoring the Neitzscheans. There might be another attack soon.
The Andromeda crew regroups back on their ship, joined by the Neitzschean leaders and their chief warriors.
Chaos reigns on deck.
"Excuse me. Excuse me. Quiet!" Rommie ended on a scream. The Andromeda crew is assembled against one wall watching the proceedings as their leader and his second moderate the delegation.
"Thank you Rommie. Now I know your all upset, you have a right to be. It appears that the Magog are launching a full on attack against all Neitzscheans. Therefore, it would be wise if we all stuck together. You have a better chance at survival in numbers. Now, if you want to die, your perfectly free to leave. If you don't, you will respect each other and not try any…funny business for the duration of this conflict. Any questions?"
The room erupts into chaos again.
Dylan sighs, "This is going to be a long night."
Beka, Harper, Trance, and Buffy slip away to get some rest. Tyr remains, intently listening to the deliberations, deliberately ignored by all the Orca Pride.
Beka and Harper go their separate ways, after Harper's humorous and incessant attempts to convince Buffy to join him. Trance leads Buffy to a room next to hers.
"Here," she whispered, "I hope it's okay."
"This'll be fine. Trance, thanks for everything," Buffy said seriously.
"Your welcome. Sleep well." Trance smiles as she closes her door.
"Good night," Buffy responded, quietly closing the door behind her.