Two week's ago


I slowly awoke to find myself in a dark dank cell, and as I stood up and tried to move found out that I was also chained to the wall. The chains had some give but not enough for me to be able to reach the door or any of the broken stones that were scattered about inside the room. The cell itself looked to me to be very, very old and unused in quite some time it reminded me of one of the cells from some of Harper's old Earth Holo-Vids. Realizing that I couldn't just sit around and wait for someone to turn up I decided it would be easier to make someone come here so I stood up and started to yell out "Who are you people and why are you doing this to me?" whilst struggling against the chains holding my arms. I don't know how long I had been doing that but my arms were starting to hurt when I heard the sound of a key unlocking a door so I quieted down and waited to see who or what was going to enter. The face I saw brought back lots of memories. 'But how...? How can it be Him...? He's dead I was there when Rommie killed him' I thought as someone that looked exactly like Gabriel entered the room looking at me with a huge smile on his face.

"Hello Dylan it's so good to finally meet you and before you ask no I am not Gabriel of the Balance of Judgement. My name is Mat" the man said as he walked over to stand just outside of my reach.

"Ok... then why do you look just like him?" I asked stalling for time trying to figure out a way out of the situation I was in, when nothing came to me I just stood there waiting for his response.

"Well my creators decided I would find my task a lot easier if I was to look like him."

"What was your task that required you to look like a long dead Avatar of a High Guard vessel?"

"My task was to make your Avatar - Beautiful little thing she is - hurt you enough so you would be forced to leave the vessel for a time on your own."

"So you tried to seduce Rommie just so I would leave the Andromeda?"

"Yes essentially" "Personally I thought it would be a lot harder then it was" I could tell he was trying to goad me into something. I just didn't know what

"So what your saying that Rommie is easy?" I replied playing along with what he was saying trying to find out what he was leading up to.

"Well if you have the right tools any Android is 'easy' as you would put it"

"And what tools would you be talking about exactly?"

"Not tools exactly just one little tiny device" he said as he pulled something out of his pocket and held it up to examine it "It's amazing how much damage one little device can do to so many people"

"What is it?"

"Well it's called an MMP or Masked Microwave Pulsar. It is designed to be indictable to any kind of sensor particularly Android ones. What it does when directed towards an Android is inhibit the memory retrieval ability of them unless visual or auditory stimulus is provided. So as you can see this was the sole purpose behind my appearance as it would provide visual stimulus for Rommie invoke strong emotional reaction" and with that he placed the device on the ground and smashed it. "Just so it can't be used against me in the future"

'So Rommie didn't betray me but thinks she did oh this is not good' I thought as Mat stopped talking and looked at me.

"Ok enough of the small talk now for the reason we did all of this in the first place" he said as he moved over to the opposite wall and leaned against it still looking at me.

"Yes I'm curious as to why you went to all that trouble just so I would leave my vessel allowing you to capture me without having to worry about the Andromeda." "What am I meant to be a hostage to use in negotiations for something? Because if that is the case let me just tell you now that Andromeda NEVER negotiates with hostage takers" I said calmly.

"No... No you're not a hostage far from it actually. We abducted you so you would help us"

"Yeah ok... Do you really think I'm really going to help you after what you have done to me?"

"Yes" he said it so confidently I was taken aback by the response

"You seem pretty sure of yourself there, would you care to explain what makes you so sure?"

"The only thing I'm going to tell you Dylan is this you have two choices" "One you help us willingly"

"Or?"

"Or Two you help us un-willingly. The choice is yours you have one day to respond food will be brought for you shortly and have no fear it will not be drugged" he said before leaving the room locking the door and leaving me wondering 'What kind of help do they wish me to provide?'.