"Don't drop it boy," Tyr's voice rang out loud and clear over the command deck of the Andromeda.

"I wasn't going to," Harper hissed, his voice sounding almost as loud in the quietness.

Beka was shifting from foot to foot; she wasn't convinced that Harper was at all safe with his burden. She was in an absolute agony of nerves. "Be careful, be careful," was all she could say.

Dylan had an expression of extreme concentration on his face. He was doing something that he had never done before and he was determined to get it right.

Trance stood next to Harper, her hand on his shoulder, trying to give him a little support. "It's OK Harper," she whispered. "I trust you. I know you won't let us down."

Rommie standing behind Dylan smiled at the uncomfortable looking engineer.

Dylan cleared his throat. "Come on Harper, let's get on with it shall we."

He motioned Harper forwards and Trance followed him.

Dylan coughed once more and started to speak.

"Fellow members of the crew of the Andromeda, we are gathered together to name the child of Seamus Zelazny Harper and Trance Gemini."

He turned to Trance. "What do you name this child?"

She smiled sweetly at him, "We name her Peace."

The 6-month-old baby wriggled mightily, kicking and punching and wrapping her tail round her father's arm. Harper handed his purple daughter back to her mother.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't make me go through that again."

Trance smiled wickedly at him. "Well actually Seamus," she said. "I've got something to tell you."