** Note: Rev was never a favorite character of mine, and since the
departure of Rev, I have decided to "phase" him out of the story. Well,
sort of. Before he was merely mentioned and never seen or had any lines
because face it, I forgot. But now Rev will not be mentioned.
** Tired of Trance being the defenseless one. This is not supposed to be set in any particular time, but now it is. It's after the happenings of the Tesseract that brought in future Trance, a killer with the weapons.
"Trance?" Dylan said.
"I'm trying, I'm trying!" She said, irritated.
"No, no. I need to know where you are." Dylan said.
"Sickbay." Trance said. 'What's going on?"
"Get out of sickbay, see if Harper and Kait need any help."
"Dylan, the Nietzchean ship is hailing us." Rommie said.
"Great…" Dylan moaned. "All right."
The image came up and a blonde man appeared, his angular face dark and angry. He allowed nothing else to be shown but his face. Tactical strategy as well as an attempt to intimidate your opponent. Dylan noted.
"I am Captain—"
"I know who you are, Captain." The man said briskly. "And I've come to take back what is rightfully ours."
"I'm afraid then, that you have come in vain." Dylan said. He hoped not to rile them up, but it had to be clear what he intended.
Apparently the still unintroducted Nietzchean had his own intentions also.
"Captain, I wish to bring you terms of agreement. I am Jules Orin of the Kodiak Pride. My objective here is to retrieve the Pixanthi, but in honesty, I don't care about the ship. It's useless, it's a piece of metal that I have no care for. However, there is one thing on it I have been sent to retrieve."
"Which is?"
"If you will allow my crew, a minimum amount, six or so, to come aboard the Pixanthi, we will take what is ours and leave. This issue does not concern you, and we don't want conflict. Just what is ours."
"I can't let you take anything when I don't know what you're taking." Dylan said coldly.
"Captain, the Pixanthi is no longer your concern." He said, narrowing his eyes.
"But it isn't yours either." He said, and motioned for Rommie to disconnect.
"So?" Dylan asked, looking around.
"They want the weapon." Tyr concluded.
"Then we should inform them that the structure of this ship does not allow for it's removal."
"Rommie what's the self destruct count?"
"Fifteen hours and eighteen minutes."
"That's a long time to sit on our eggs." Beka said. "We have to reply to them sometime. If we can't get that thing off, we blow it up. But meanwhile, they're going to want to have it."
"Harper?" Trance walked into engineering bay and immediately stopped. She had to jump past a large metal structure to avoid a flying piece of debris that clattered to the floor.
"Sorry Trance." Harper said from behind something.
"Where—where are you?" She asked, looking around. She felt like she was on a strange alien world, surrounded by voices.
"Behind Susie."
"Susie?" Trance asked, stepping between equal parts debris and equipment.
Harper stood up. "Susie, the new and slightly smaller version of the large and mean Nietzchean net. She's a little bare bones, but don't call her that, she's conscious about her figure."
"Why do guys name their toys?" Kait said as she stood up from a corner of the room. It was only the fourth or fifth time Trance had seen her. And every time, Harper had been nearby. She had her reservations, but she could see that where trouble laid, any help was welcome.
"Does it work?" trance asked.
"Does it work?! Does it work?!?" Harper exclaimed and threw his hands up. "….Well, not really. But it will!"
"We better hurry. Not to rush you or anything."
"Don't worry about it, Trance babe, we're doing fine." At the 'fine' a bright blue spark jumped out. Harper leapt back in surprise.
"Susie's got a spark to her." Kait said. "The compiler is done."
"Great." Harper said.
Suddenly there was a jolt and everyone was thrown to the floor. Trance landed on something square and a sharp pain ran through her side.
"Everyone all right?" Kait asked as she struggled to regain balance among the metal pieces.
"Susie and I are just fine." Harper said, patting the net on the 'head'. "just…fine…"
"Harper, Kait, you got that net done yet?" Beka's voice came over the comm. "Cause we really need it about now."
"I'll have it up in no time." His face disagreed with his resolve. "Hopefully."
In the background he heard Rommie say something. "Prepare for collision." Beka said and switched off. A jolt, a bit smaller this time, rocked the engineering bay.
"Trance, can you hand me that over there?" Harper asked. Trance complied and looked around. 'Anything you need me to do?" She asked. "Yeah, can you find me a box of these bolts?" he showed her a large rounded piece. She turned and stared at the myriad of metal before her.
"…Sure. I'll find it." She said, sighing.
"Captain Hunt, I assure you, you will be entirely safe."
"Then you'll trust me when I say that you will be entirely safe. On the Andromeda." Dylan said. He wanted to directly ask Orin if he would just like Dylan to put on a space suit and float out into space for him to target his missiles at. He could tell that Tyr believed it to be entirely too obvious also.
"If you think we have something planned, you are mistaken, Captain. What we will discuss cannot leave the counsel of either of us. I cannot allow my crew to view or hear confidential information and I trust that you will not do the same."
"Then come over here. Bring one guard if you would like.? He knew he was making a huge leap, letting Orin bring someone else. Someone who could wreak havoc. But what could he do?
"Thank you for your offer, but now I must extend the same to you. Board my ship and bring one guard with you."
"Then I am afraid we are at a standstill." Tyr said, mostly to himself.
"Dylan." Beka said quietly.
"I can't believe I'm doing this…but I think you should go over there."
"What?" Tyr looked up. "Are you mad?"
"I've been thinking. What if they're not after the net?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The net was experimental, classified. What if they don't know about it? What if they want the other thing on this ship?" She said.
"You mean Kait."
She nodded. "You remember he said he was from Kodiak Pride. They were the ones that killed her parents. They're probably looking for her and knew she was on the Pixanthi."
"So…what do we do?" Rommie asked. She sighed. "I don't like the idea of leaving our side."
"Neither do I. But I have to get to the bottom of this. And if what you are thinking is true, and its possible, then we have a larger situation on our hands." He said. "All right."
"Then we have a deal?" Orin said. "You will board my ship, with one other crew member."
He emphasized the one.
"Yes. That is the terms of our agreement." Dylan said, trying to not show his discomfort.
The screen dissipated and he turned.
"I'll be the maru ready." Beka said.
"Beka, you're not going."
"What? You can't take Tyr, he's a Nietzchean. Can't take Harper."
"I'm taking Trance."
"Why?" Beka asked.
"I—I don't know." He said. "But I am."
"Dylan, it would be much more effective if I went." Rommie said, stepping forward.
"No. I'll explain it when I have the answers, but Trance is going. He left the bridge and walked into engineering."
"Trance."
"Dylan?"
"You're coming with me."
Trance gave Harper a tool and left with Dylan. "Where are we going?"
"It's time you put those battle skills to use." He said. "We're boarding a Nietzchean ship."
** Tired of Trance being the defenseless one. This is not supposed to be set in any particular time, but now it is. It's after the happenings of the Tesseract that brought in future Trance, a killer with the weapons.
"Trance?" Dylan said.
"I'm trying, I'm trying!" She said, irritated.
"No, no. I need to know where you are." Dylan said.
"Sickbay." Trance said. 'What's going on?"
"Get out of sickbay, see if Harper and Kait need any help."
"Dylan, the Nietzchean ship is hailing us." Rommie said.
"Great…" Dylan moaned. "All right."
The image came up and a blonde man appeared, his angular face dark and angry. He allowed nothing else to be shown but his face. Tactical strategy as well as an attempt to intimidate your opponent. Dylan noted.
"I am Captain—"
"I know who you are, Captain." The man said briskly. "And I've come to take back what is rightfully ours."
"I'm afraid then, that you have come in vain." Dylan said. He hoped not to rile them up, but it had to be clear what he intended.
Apparently the still unintroducted Nietzchean had his own intentions also.
"Captain, I wish to bring you terms of agreement. I am Jules Orin of the Kodiak Pride. My objective here is to retrieve the Pixanthi, but in honesty, I don't care about the ship. It's useless, it's a piece of metal that I have no care for. However, there is one thing on it I have been sent to retrieve."
"Which is?"
"If you will allow my crew, a minimum amount, six or so, to come aboard the Pixanthi, we will take what is ours and leave. This issue does not concern you, and we don't want conflict. Just what is ours."
"I can't let you take anything when I don't know what you're taking." Dylan said coldly.
"Captain, the Pixanthi is no longer your concern." He said, narrowing his eyes.
"But it isn't yours either." He said, and motioned for Rommie to disconnect.
"So?" Dylan asked, looking around.
"They want the weapon." Tyr concluded.
"Then we should inform them that the structure of this ship does not allow for it's removal."
"Rommie what's the self destruct count?"
"Fifteen hours and eighteen minutes."
"That's a long time to sit on our eggs." Beka said. "We have to reply to them sometime. If we can't get that thing off, we blow it up. But meanwhile, they're going to want to have it."
"Harper?" Trance walked into engineering bay and immediately stopped. She had to jump past a large metal structure to avoid a flying piece of debris that clattered to the floor.
"Sorry Trance." Harper said from behind something.
"Where—where are you?" She asked, looking around. She felt like she was on a strange alien world, surrounded by voices.
"Behind Susie."
"Susie?" Trance asked, stepping between equal parts debris and equipment.
Harper stood up. "Susie, the new and slightly smaller version of the large and mean Nietzchean net. She's a little bare bones, but don't call her that, she's conscious about her figure."
"Why do guys name their toys?" Kait said as she stood up from a corner of the room. It was only the fourth or fifth time Trance had seen her. And every time, Harper had been nearby. She had her reservations, but she could see that where trouble laid, any help was welcome.
"Does it work?" trance asked.
"Does it work?! Does it work?!?" Harper exclaimed and threw his hands up. "….Well, not really. But it will!"
"We better hurry. Not to rush you or anything."
"Don't worry about it, Trance babe, we're doing fine." At the 'fine' a bright blue spark jumped out. Harper leapt back in surprise.
"Susie's got a spark to her." Kait said. "The compiler is done."
"Great." Harper said.
Suddenly there was a jolt and everyone was thrown to the floor. Trance landed on something square and a sharp pain ran through her side.
"Everyone all right?" Kait asked as she struggled to regain balance among the metal pieces.
"Susie and I are just fine." Harper said, patting the net on the 'head'. "just…fine…"
"Harper, Kait, you got that net done yet?" Beka's voice came over the comm. "Cause we really need it about now."
"I'll have it up in no time." His face disagreed with his resolve. "Hopefully."
In the background he heard Rommie say something. "Prepare for collision." Beka said and switched off. A jolt, a bit smaller this time, rocked the engineering bay.
"Trance, can you hand me that over there?" Harper asked. Trance complied and looked around. 'Anything you need me to do?" She asked. "Yeah, can you find me a box of these bolts?" he showed her a large rounded piece. She turned and stared at the myriad of metal before her.
"…Sure. I'll find it." She said, sighing.
"Captain Hunt, I assure you, you will be entirely safe."
"Then you'll trust me when I say that you will be entirely safe. On the Andromeda." Dylan said. He wanted to directly ask Orin if he would just like Dylan to put on a space suit and float out into space for him to target his missiles at. He could tell that Tyr believed it to be entirely too obvious also.
"If you think we have something planned, you are mistaken, Captain. What we will discuss cannot leave the counsel of either of us. I cannot allow my crew to view or hear confidential information and I trust that you will not do the same."
"Then come over here. Bring one guard if you would like.? He knew he was making a huge leap, letting Orin bring someone else. Someone who could wreak havoc. But what could he do?
"Thank you for your offer, but now I must extend the same to you. Board my ship and bring one guard with you."
"Then I am afraid we are at a standstill." Tyr said, mostly to himself.
"Dylan." Beka said quietly.
"I can't believe I'm doing this…but I think you should go over there."
"What?" Tyr looked up. "Are you mad?"
"I've been thinking. What if they're not after the net?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The net was experimental, classified. What if they don't know about it? What if they want the other thing on this ship?" She said.
"You mean Kait."
She nodded. "You remember he said he was from Kodiak Pride. They were the ones that killed her parents. They're probably looking for her and knew she was on the Pixanthi."
"So…what do we do?" Rommie asked. She sighed. "I don't like the idea of leaving our side."
"Neither do I. But I have to get to the bottom of this. And if what you are thinking is true, and its possible, then we have a larger situation on our hands." He said. "All right."
"Then we have a deal?" Orin said. "You will board my ship, with one other crew member."
He emphasized the one.
"Yes. That is the terms of our agreement." Dylan said, trying to not show his discomfort.
The screen dissipated and he turned.
"I'll be the maru ready." Beka said.
"Beka, you're not going."
"What? You can't take Tyr, he's a Nietzchean. Can't take Harper."
"I'm taking Trance."
"Why?" Beka asked.
"I—I don't know." He said. "But I am."
"Dylan, it would be much more effective if I went." Rommie said, stepping forward.
"No. I'll explain it when I have the answers, but Trance is going. He left the bridge and walked into engineering."
"Trance."
"Dylan?"
"You're coming with me."
Trance gave Harper a tool and left with Dylan. "Where are we going?"
"It's time you put those battle skills to use." He said. "We're boarding a Nietzchean ship."
