Scission: Awareness

"Damn!" Beka growled struggling out of Tyr's steadying embrace for the third time in as many hours. "What is with the universe?"  She managed a quick cocky grin for Tyr.  "Seems to want me in your arms."

The Nietzschean's normal poker-face loosened into a smile.  "So it would seem."

Beka went back to the console and punched a few more random spots on the controls before giving up and going back to the panel below it.

"Even if we manage to divert power do you really think you can fly this thing?"

There is skeptic!Tyr.  So much easier to deal with than concerned!Tyr.  "Tyr. I can fly anything in our universe.  As you said, these are bipeds with senses in our range.  If it takes two hands I can fly it.  Hell if it takes four hands I can fly it.  Ah!"  There was a fizz and a crackle and then there were lights on the workstation's control interface.  She jumped unsteadily to her feet and scanned the alien readout.

She went back to stabbing at the interface. "There has to be a visual display." The text snapped way and was replaced with dull orange dots scattered about the centre of a linearly transcribed globe sectioned into evenly spaced concentric rings.  Within the outermost ring were dull blue blips and one bright green one. At the globe's centre was a white star-like form with rays tracing the x, y and z-axes.

"I would guess," said Tyr, leaned in so close that a few stray dreads fell across her shoulder, "that this," he pointed to the white object, "is us. The orange represents their fleet. The blue disabled or derelict 'enemy' ships. And the green active enemy ships. It seems that the ships sensors can read beyond where ever we are. I think that it is likely the fleet tried to shift back to there own dimension but lost power before the crossover was complete."

They both stared quietly at the bright green light of their salvation that must be thousands of kilometres away. Then it went beyond their sensor range.

"Don't leave!" Beka drew a deep breath. Come on Valentine smarter, you're alive, that means anything is still possible. And you're not even alone. Calmer she looked back at the screen. What Tyr had said about the blue dots sunk in. Those are our ships. "Do you think they survived? I wonder if if they can scan us as well? Damn it! Maybe they don't even know the fleet is still here."

"If you are asking me to speculate, then yes. There is part of me that illogically believes it would take more than ten thousand trans-dimensional ships to take out our Captain Hunt. I cannot forget that he is the same idiot that infiltrated a Magog world ship to save two dead men. He is not likely to give up just because we may be sucked into an entirely different universe" Tyr snorted. "And the human says I have ego issues."

Beka turned her head to catch his handsome profile transitioning from bemusement to thoughtfulness. Beka paused at this observation. She had always been hyperaware of the Nietzschean. Experience and reason taught that they were not to be trusted. But for sometime she understood that this careful watching of things Nietzschean had become absorption with things Tyr.

No longer was his beautiful deadliness something to be wary of. It had become something that tantalized and seduced. This close she could smell him, the warm musky odour that flowed from his skin wrapping around her like a security blanket. His deep voice edged with arrogance and confidence helped solidify her sense of reality. If she closed her eyes she could almost picture them at their stations aboard Andromeda and that his closeness was his usual sexual baiting.

"Captain Valentine?" His breath was warm on her ear.

Beka shook her head. "You had a 'but' in you voice." He cocked his head at her his face only centimetres from her own. She had to smile and apologized. "Sorry, you were going to say 'to take out Dylan, but …'"

"I think that though we hope, we should plan as though we are the sole crew of our fair ship surviving," he said softly.

And as usual he was right.  She hated it when he was right.  With a deep breath, she straightened. "Right then. I'll see if I can get the internal sensors back online."

"And I will go relieve the ship of more of its crew."  He stepped away.

Beka returned his departing nod with more confidence than she felt.  Ok Rocket to work with you. She sat down on the cold deck again to try and decipher more of the fried circuitry.