Enemy Hold

Jassen looked at the man who held the gun and Jassen shook his head to himself. There were too many people who were only too willing to shoot first before ever really understanding why they were shooting. Jassen said calmly to the man, "Very well. I shall move away from her." Jassen held his hands up as he slowly walked away from the woman.

"That's better now I believe that we should find ourselves a room where we can hold you until we find out something about you," Tyr said and the gun never wavered.

At that time Dylan came rushing up to the door and looked from Jassen to Tyr and back again. "What is going on here Tyr? I thought that something was terribly wrong from looking at the way you are holding that gun," Dylan said loudly. He didn't know what was going on. All he knew was that they had taken the man in and now he was awake but had a gun trained on him from one of his crew.

Trance woke up at the sound of Dylan's voice. She came to with a start and glanced around hurriedly. She saw the scene and immediately she was on guard. She wasn't sure what was going on but she guessed that Tyr had a good reason for holding a gun on her patient who was now standing and had his arms held up and away from his body to show no threatening moves.

"Captain Hunt he was about to kill Trance while she slept. I thought it best to keep him detained until you could find suitable accommodations for him in the prisoner ward," Tyr said never taking his eyes off Jassen.

Jassen knew the man Tyr, was a warrior and he knew that he was dangerous. Jassen knew that the best thing to do was to just go along with whatever they decided to do with him. Even if that meant putting him in a cell though he would hate that quite a lot.

"What do you mean," Trance demanded wondering why her own patient would be trying to kill her. She found that a bit hard to believe though Tyr was very seldom wrong in such things. It always took a killer to recognize one.

"Just what I said," Tyr snorted derisively. "I know a man that is about to kill someone when I see one. He was leaning in close to you Trance. His hand was out of my view but my guess would be that he was going for a weapon of some kind."

"How can you be so sure though," Trance demanded yet again. "You admitted you couldn't see his hand so how do you know he was about to kill me." Trance though really hoped that she was right because she would be arguing with someone who had just saved her life.

"His movements were quiet and measured just like a warriors. Had he not intended you harm he wouldn't have tried to be so quiet after he woke up. No Trance I do believe that he intended you great harm," Tyr reasoned with her and still his gun didn't waver a bit.

"Is that true," Dylan directed his question at Jassen who had stood perfectly still through the little exchange. Dylan really wanted to know what the man had to say for himself. He hoped that Tyr was wrong but deep down Dylan wasn't so sure. They had met too many people who had betrayed them, and others who had tried to kill them.

Jassen knew that they had already made up their mind that he was guilty of trying to kill her. He knew that no matter what he said it wouldn't help and so he just shrugged his shoulders. He had learned long ago to do away with his emotions since they only led to the Dark Side. He knew that he had no need of them and so, now he didn't need those emotions either.

"Well then I guess that we need to take you into custody so that we can have a trial for you by Commonwealth Law," Dylan said. "Take him Tyr. Take him to any of the rooms that we aren't using. Any of them will make a good prisoner quarters."

"Very well Captain Hunt," Tyr said as for the first time the gun lowered and Tyr walked forward. He came up behind Jassen and shoved him in the back with his gun. "Get moving," was all that he said and it was a tone that Jassen knew all too well.

Tyr marched Jassen out of the room and down the corridor looking for a good room to use as a cell. After they had left Trance turned and looked at Dylan. "You had already made up your mind that he was guilty hadn't you," she accused Dylan.

"More or less Trance. We can't take any chances anymore. It seems that every time that we do we wind up in a battle for the ship or our lives or both. It is getting old and I for one wouldn't want to see you dead. You are too important as a shipmate and as a friend," Dylan said as he walked out of the room then leaving Trance all alone to wander about this new man. A man who she hadn't even got all of her readings on which would tell her if he was in good condition or if he had any diseases or anything else that might be nice to know.

* * * * *

Jassen found himself in a small room perhaps fifteen feet from wall to wall on all four sides. It was close to a square room and it was indeed fit for a cell. There was a small bed in one corner with a mirror on the wall under what was he guessed to be a dresser though it looked as if it had seen better days. The dresser was of a faded black color and was falling apart do to disuse. There was dust on everything and Jassen nearly coughed when he sat down on the bed and a cloud of dust erupted around him.

He sat there for about five minutes and then decided that he might as well go and look around his little home since he figured that he would be there until they found him guilty and sentenced him to death or whatever they were going to do.

He noticed that the walls were made of thick steel of some kind and were very sturdy. He figured that he could get out of he wanted since the man, Tyr, had only taken his blaster off of him. Of course a Jedi Knight always had a better weapon and one that was much more deadly, his lightsaber.

That was something that made Jassen wonder about where he was. He knew that he had gone into a black hole and had reappeared somewhere. That somewhere though was a place that it seemed he didn't know. He had never seen races like the ones that were on this ship and he had never known anyone to live through a black hole. Putting that together with the man not even considering his lightsaber a threat. The man hadn't even really glanced at it, which had made Jassen wonder if the man didn't even know about lightsabers or Jedi's. Jassen was starting to wonder what had happened after he had entered the black hole.

Just then he kicked something that skittered under the bed. Jassen frowned and shrugged. He would check it out later. He had made the small trip around his room and now he sat back down on the bed and this time kept from coughing. How he was going to get bored in this small room. One thing he knew for sure though. He was definitely going to get to do his exercises that he had missed out on.

* * * * *

Trance had looked over what few reading she had taken on the man and shook her head. He shouldn't have been alive and yet he was. The cold of space should have killed him and yet he had lived there for a week it would seem with no food and no water. All he had was he and space and he had survived.

Trance knew that she needed the readouts of the man and so she went in search of Dylan. She guessed that she would find him at the bridge where he normally was. On her way there she decided to see if her patient was all right. Trance walked around the ship checking room after room until she found the one that he was in. She didn't walk in though; she just peered in through a very small viewing hole that was only one way. She guessed that the room had been used as a cell before and was now being used for what it was meant for.

She saw him sitting in the middle of the room with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. It looked almost peaceful just watching him. He didn't move and he hardly breathed. All he did was just sit there and breathe in and out. Trance couldn't help but think that he was handsome. She had rarely felt that way about a man before but for some reason she found him very attractive.

Trance pulled herself away from the viewing hole and walked back down the hallways of the Andromeda. She headed for the bridge then and made it there in little time. She found Dylan there like she had guessed along with Harper and Beka.

Trance didn't waste any time and she walked right up to them and stopped. She stood there waiting for them to finish talking about the parts that they needed. They always needed parts Trance knew and that was because they were trying to do the impossible. They were trying to restore the commonwealth.

Beka glanced up at her longtime friend and crewmate after they had finished their discussion. The look on Trance's face was one that Beka had seen only rarely. Beka once again couldn't believe that the Trance standing before them with that Trance look was the same Trance. Over the last week and more though Beka had come to know that the Trance that was with them now was the same Trance that they had known just a little different that was all.

Dylan glanced up and recognized the look on her face and he was sure that he knew where that look came from. He was sure that it had to do with the man that they had saved earlier and now had imprisoned. He guessed that she was unhappy about it and was going to let him know it.

"What can I help you with Trance," Dylan asked ready for her to start to lecture him. He was surprised though when she didn't.

"Since you have made him a prisoner then I ask permission Captain to finish my examination of him. I didn't get to run all the tests that I needed to. May I continue to treat him sir," she asked almost too formal for Dylan's liking.

"Why do you want to continue Trance. He tried to kill you and we can't have that. I mean that would ruin my shot at having you as my love," Harper said smiling though he had meant the first part and though she didn't know it the second part as well.

"If you must know then I think that there may be something wrong with him. I don't know for sure and that I s why I would kike to finish my examination of him. That and he survived out in space by himself with no food or water for over a week. That alone is enough that I need to cheek him to see how malnourished he is," Trance told them and that was most of the reason. She would never tell them the rest of the reason that she wanted to finish her examination though.

"Permission granted Trance. I hope that he isn't as deadly as Tyr says though. For your sake I hope that," Dylan said and meant it.

"Thank you sir. I promise you he won't try to hurt me," Trance said and strangely enough she honestly believed it. She didn't know why but she almost knew that he wouldn't harm her. She wondered if it was because of how peaceful he had looked sitting in his cell. She wondered if it was just another of her premonitions but she just knew.

As Trance left Dylan wondered aloud, "I wonder if that was a good idea."

"It probably was Dylan at least this way you know that she is finishing her work. The other way denying her, which I think you dismissed outright when she showed up, could have turned out real bad. If the man is like you said if she had went there secretly she might have ended up dead," Beka said knowing what she said to be the truth.

Dylan knew that Beka was right. He trusted Trance's judgement in this issue more than he did Tyr's. That was only because Trance showed an uncanny ability to understand people. He also knew that Beka had been right when she had said he had dismissed telling her no the second she showed up. He knew that she would have went there anyway. He just hoped deep down that he had made the right decision.

* * * * *

Trance had waited a day before she had decided to approach her patient. She figured that would give him time to cool off if he was mad at her or anything. Tyr had taken him his food yesterday and today. She knew that he would continue to do it unless Trance asked that she be allowed to do it. She was seriously thinking about it.

She stood outside his door for a second or two to gather her thoughts and her composure. She didn't have a weapon on her because she didn't want to appear threatening. That and she didn't want to give him a chance to get a weapon to use on her.

She opened the door then and slowly walked in. She didn't want to startle him or anything. She stopped just inside the door and saw that he was sitting on the edge of what she guessed to be his bed though it couldn't be comfortable. He was just sitting there with his arms on his knees. He glanced at her as she came in and he didn't even move except to notice that she had walked in.

She looked at him and wondered how he could be awake. From what she knew he didn't sleep much the night before. He didn't look that tired to her and he should have been. She stood there for a couple of minutes and then she started to get uncomfortable. She decided that she would speak first. "I need to ask you if you care that finish my examination of you. I promise you that it won't hurt."

Jassen just sat there with his eyes on her. He couldn't take them off of her. She was too beautiful. Her eyes held such compassion and yet held an understanding of the world that few people ever learned. Her face looked as if it wanted to smile all the time and she had such joy about her. He was just infatuated with her.

He knew that he shouldn't let such things cloud his judgment and so he just remained silent. He knew that was the best course of action at this point in time. He wanted to talk to her but he wasn't sure that he would be able to. He knew that his heart was beating faster now that she was near and that wasn't good.

Trance frowned at him and wondered why he hadn't spoken up. She hoped that he could speak and that he was fine. She didn't know though for sure and so she smiled at him. "Would you please let me examine you," Trance said again still smiling at him hoping to put him at ease somehow.
Jassen looked at her and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't really care because he figured that she had been ordered to and that nothing would keep her from doing her job. He knew that she wanted to do her job and deep down he knew that he didn't want to hinder her in any way. After he shrugged his shoulders he nodded his head for her so that she understood that it was okay.

Trance watched him shrug his shoulders first and then shortly after that he nodded his head for her. She said, "Okay then we have to go to the medical lab. If you will please follow me then we can run the tests."

Trance opened the door and stepped out and stopped. She waited until the man stepped out behind her and then she headed down the corridor. She turned and then turned again and went down another hallway. Jassen didn't even try to keep track of where they were going. He knew that he would be going back there and that his mind would remember anyway even if he didn't consciously try to store the memory of the place.

Jassen was led into a room that was filled with machines of all types. There was a bed in the center of the room with instruments that he didn't recognize not that far away from the bed. He guessed that those were the instruments that she would use to finish her tests on him.

"Please lay down on the bed," Trance said and he noticed the change in her voice. It had changed from the soft friendly voice to that of a doctor. A tone that all doctors used, one that was more indifferent to the person than anything else. He knew then that she took her job very seriously.

As he sat down on the edge of the bed she spoke up again. "Please take off your shirt as well. I will need to run some tests that require that your shirt be off. It will interfere with the results," she said though her voice held a bit of the woman that he had heard before.

He took his shirt off and then laid down on the bed quickly so she couldn't see the marks on his back. No those marks were his alone to bear and he wouldn't let anyone else see them if he could help it. They were a part of his past, a part that he would never forget. They were always there to remind him that he hadn't always been a Jedi. They were there to remind him that he wasn't any better than anyone else.

He laid there until she came into his field of vision. Again he was struck by her beauty. He had honestly never seen a woman so beautiful in his life. Deep down he wondered if he ever would again. "Ok the first thing that I need is a sample of your blood," she said as he felt a prick in his upper arm.

Jassen just laid there never saying a word and taking everything that she did to him in stride. Never once did he let out a noise that could be mistaken for pain and the only thing that he really looked at was his angel.

Trance ran her tests for the day and was surprised to find that he hadn't cried out in pain once. Some of the tests she knew couldn't have been painless because she had ran them on many other people. The problem was though was that she needed to run those tests to make sure that the person was in top shape. She didn't like inflicting pain but sometimes it seemed it was necessary.

She worked on him for more than two hours and finally she said, "Ok that is enough for today. I shall take you back to your room. You will need your rest because I still have tests to run on you so please be ready tomorrow."

Jassen only nodded his head as she led him back to his cell. Once there she locked the door on him and left not knowing that she left a man who could have easily left his cell if he so chose.

* * * * *

It had been more than two weeks since they had taken the mysterious man into custody. They had continued with their normal routines except for Trance that was. She had looked at all the data that she had compiled on the man and she just shook her head. It was impossible! It just couldn't be.

Trance went to the deck where she was sure Dylan and the others would be since she figured that they all needed to hear what she had learned. She ran down the halls and burst into the bridge. She came to attention after a second which she took to catch her breath. She saw that indeed all of her friends were there on the bridge and they were all looking at her.

"What is it Trance that caused you to run all the way here," Dylan said with a hint of a smile playing about his lips.

"Dylan I have to tell you about my findings on this man that we have taken prisoner," Trance said in the tone of a medical professional though she definitely wasn't that.

"What is that amazing about him," Tyr asked in his nonchalant voice.

"Just this. He is in better shape than any human I have ever come across. His strength and speed are on par with any Nietzchean. His mind is as sharp as can be expected but his reflexes are amazing. Nothing hits him if he doesn't want it to. His reflexes are unmatched by any race that I have ever encountered," Trance said and they could tell that she was truly and utterly impressed by this man.

"So what do you want us to do about it," Beka asked since the rest of the crew had seemed to lose their voice. Especially Harper. Beka knew that he had always held a special place in his heart for Trance but it seemed that she was infatuated by this new man. Beka wasn't sure in what way but she guessed that a lot of it had to do with the fact that she was just impressed with him.

Beka knew that Trance didn't' really like men in that way or at least she had never shown too much interest in ever finding herself a man to have as more than just a friend. Of course Beka didn't know all about Trance and she didn't know if Trance had a husband or anything else back where she was from. Beka shook her head slightly to herself not liking the way her thoughts were wandering.

"Well I would ask that you would let him go. I mean we have held him prisoner now for two weeks and in that time he has had ample opportunity to kill me if that was what he wanted. He could have killed me and left had he wanted I fully believe that now," Trance said in a voice filled with conviction.

She truly believed that the man hadn't intended to harm her. Especially after she had watched what had happened. Oh how she had watched what had happened that day. Over and over again until she could close her eyes and she his face. Until she could close her eyes and reenact every last detail of that encounter. She could put a perfect match of a face to the man's body.

She had memorized his voice. It was so lovely to her. It was deep and yet not too deep. Closer to Tyr's than anyone else's on the ship but not anything like Tyr's voice either. No his voice held warmth and no hint of fear. She wished that he would talk to her once but in the two weeks they had held him he hadn't said a word. He had been utterly quiet resisting all attempts by anyone to get him to speak.

"And why should we believe that he still doesn't intend to kill any of us," Tyr asked with a bit of a frown.

"Because Tyr I watched what happened that day. He wasn't the least bit afraid of you. Everyone is afraid of you Tyr but he wasn't. He didn't move, he didn't even flinch when you pointed your gun at him. That is something that I have never seen before. I think that he could have killed you had he wanted to," Trance said though not knowing if she even believed what she said.

"Is that so," Tyr wondered aloud.

"That is enough Trance. I will think on what you said. Given time I may give him his freedom but it would help if he would speak to us so that we knew his intentions. I am willing to listen now," Dylan said.

"I will see what I can do," Trance said as she left the bridge.

"I don't know about that Dylan. Letting this man roam around on board might not be a good thing," Harper said a bit nervously. Of course Harper was always nervous about something it seemed.

"Dylan incoming message," Rommie said out of the blue.

Dylan frowned not knowing who could be sending him a message. "On screen Rommie," Dylan said as he turned to look at the screen.

A face appeared on the screen that was very regal looking. The image was of a man with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. "Captain Hunt greetings," the man said happily.

"I am sorry you seem to know me but I am sure that I don't know you," Dylan said.

"No you don't but Beka does. How goes it cousin," the man said smiling broadly.

Beka couldn't believe that the man claimed to know her. She didn't know him she was almost sure of it. Then she saw his smile and she thought back through the years. Yes that smile was familiar and so were those eyes. Of course the hair had been a different color then. "Aaron is that you," Beka said not hardly believing her eyes. She had been told that he was dead.

"That's right it's me. Though I must admit my hair looked much better when it had been black. How have you been," Aaron said still smiling.

"Well I have been great but what have you been up to," Beka said the look of incredulity on her face said it all for her.

"I have been up to honest work for a change cousin. That and finding me the right woman. Do you know how hard that is. I had never thought that it would be that tough," Aaron said.

"Excuse me Beka but would you mind introducing me and the rest of the crew here," Dylan said though when he looked around all he saw was himself and Beka.

"Well Dylan this is my dead cousin Aaron. Aaron this is Captain Dylan Hunt of the Andromeda Ascendant," Beka said making the formal introductions though the smile was still on her face.

"Why have you hunted me up cousin," Beka asked seriously now and the smile didn't vanish from her cousin's face.

"Well Beka I just thought that you might like to come to my wedding. Of course Captain you and the rest of the crew is invited as well. I would love for all of you to come. I am sending the time and place to you now. Beka will know the place. Well I wish that I could talk more but my wife to be is yelling at me to help her so I must go," Aaron said as the screen went black.

"A wedding," Beka asked her eyes wide. "What will I wear? When is it, and do we have time to get there."

Beka read the directions and smiled. We have four days to get there and that is plenty of time to get there. You can all get to know my cousin and he and I can get reacquianted. This is going to be great," Beka said as she left the bridge.

"Well I guess we are going to a wedding Rommie. I hope that you are prepared," Dylan said and Rommie almost smiled.

* * * * *

"Yes my student I have many spies. I know of this wedding and I know that Captain Hunt will be going there. I also know that he will take his crew," the creature that the Maggogg worshipped as a god said.

"I want you to go there and take four thousand warrirors with you. I don't want Dylan to leave that wedding. Besides it will be the best time to attack. The fools will all be drunk with wine and revelry. There will be no guards because they will think that no one would be foolish enough to attack a wedding," the figure said.
"Go now my son and make sure that you kill them all. I won't let them get in my way of becoming an emperor of the universe," the figure said.

A cloaked figure lifted it's head. The man had the sharp features of a Nietzchean along with the spikes on his arms. The only difference was that his father wasn't a Nietzchean. His father was human and his father was standing in front of him.

As he left the room he patted his side where his lightsaber was. He wouldn't need any four thousand warriors. One Sith was plenty to take care of a few humans. Of course he would take the warriors just for the fun of seeing them die.