Dragon of the Elements: Ah-hah! I finally have sat down and I am going to write! Umm, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
EarthDragon: ...and Happy Halloween, and Happy Thanksgiving, cuz it's been like 4 months since you've updated.
Element: *embarrassed grin* Umm, yeah. Sorry about that. Um, one thing you need to remember, Harper/Jason doesn't
recognize the crew(obviously) and they don't recognize him, since he's changed a lot. And if there's like some DNA scanning
on the Andromeda, forget it. Not there.
***On the Andromeda***
Trance and Beka watched as a hundred-odd ratty-looking refugees loaded them selves off of their ship. Actually, calling it a
'ship' was being kind. It was leaking oxygen, and the engines were basically dead. It was amazing that it had managed to get
into space at all, let alone for two weeks.
"Are we still going down the planet?" asked Trance, watching as the rebels filed by. Dylan and Rommie were leading them
to the mess hall, because it was obvious they hadn't been eating much, or even at all.
"Probably not Trance," Beka replied, as the last people went by, a man and his pregnant wife, two small kids urging them to
hurry up. She and Trance fell in line behind them, "With all these people to take care of, to feed, find quarters for them,
and"- she sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose- "shower, it'll have to wait."
Trance nodded, looking downcast. Beka noticed this and gave her an encouraging smile, "Don't worry Trance. We'll find
him one of these times."
"Are you sure? We've been coming to this out of the way system for 6 years, we look for weeks at a time, and nothing. It's
like he's been sucked into a black hole."
"Dylan was sucked into a black hole, remember Trance? And he survived. Maybe Harper did too."
"-maybe Harper did too."
Jason head snapped up, and he suddenly felt dizzy. More dizzy than he already did, anyway. Ever since he had come on this
ship, this Andromeda, he had been feeling...strange. Like maybe he had seen this in a dream, or a vision.
And then he heard that name. Harper. It bothered him to the core. He didn't understand it, but that name meant something to him.
"Are you okay, Jason?"
Jason, lost in thought, started. He looked over at Alaya, you was looking worriedly at him, "You're shaking and you've
gotten really pale."
"Yeah...yeah, I'm okay. I should really be asking you that, though."
Alaya laughed and patted her belly, "This little one has been kicking a lot. I think it's ready to come out."
They were being led down a corridor, following the other rebels. They were the last in line, since Alaya was so pregnant she
waddled more than walked. Jason looked for his kids, and then realized that only Rebecca was there. He immediately
panicked. This ship was huge. If he got lost, where would they start looking for him.
"Why are you that color? Did you get in an accident?"
Jason spun around at the familiar voice. Sure enough, it was his son. The five-year old was standing in front of two women,
asking one of them questions. He was insatiably curious, and being five he wasn't very tactful.
The woman he was talking to laughed. She was a funny color, though. Goldish, with strange hair. The person beside her
started to laugh too. She was obviously human, with blonde hair and blue eyes (Beka has blue eyes, right?).
"Hun-ter...." Jason groaned. The dark-brown haired, blue-eyed boy turned to look at him, cringing at his father's tone of
voice.
"What? I was just askin' a question."
Alaya shook her head. "I'll handle this. Hunter, come here now. These people were nice enough to take us in, don't bother
them with silly questions."
The golden woman smiled at her, "Oh, don't worry. I don't mind. If he didn't ask questions, how would he ever learn? My
name is Trance, and this is Beka."
Alaya smiled at her, feeling drawn to this strange person, "I'm Alaya, and this little guy is Hunter, and those" she turned and
pointed to Rebecca and Jason, but they had already left, Rebecca being too impatient, "Oh, um, they're gone, but they were
my husband Jason and my daughter Rebecca. And of course, this one." She patted her belly.
"We're pleased to meet you all. Now why don't you come this way," said Beka leading them in the same direction as the
others had gone. This Alaya was obviously under a lot of stress, and VERY pregnant.
"How far along are you?" Trance asked, pointing to Alaya's stomach as they walked along. When Alaya looked at her in
surprise, she explained, "I'm the ship's medical officer, (Element: right?) So if you're going to be expecting soon, I'd like to
get the medical bay ready."
"Well, it should be any day now. I was so glad that this little one didn't come on the cruiser. Not exactly the ideal place to be
born, as you can tell."
Trance nodded sympathetically. She hadn't been inside the cruiser, but she didn't need to. Most of the rebels were dressed in
tattered, dirty clothes, and looked as if they hadn't eaten in days. Probably some of them hadn't. But there was something she
was curious about.
"How did all of you end up in orbit? Wouldn't the Nietzcheans have spotted your cruiser on their sensors. And from what I
understand, the freedom fighters of Damien are a fairly large group. And the village that your leader said you were from,
Borness, isn't it the only free village in while?"
"If two hundred years is a while, then yes. Well, as to what happened to us, I might as well tell you. Someone should hear
our story. It began about 5 years ago, right after we were betrayed..."
**To Be Continued? Of Course!**
Element: I thought this was a good place to end it. I'll start writing the next chapter soon, I promise. Hey, maybe if I get
some reviews, it'll encourage me to write faster.
EarthDragon: You better be careful.
Element: Why?
Earth: Because this ending isn't really any less of a cliffhanger than the last one. I don't think people appreciate it. Seeing
The Two Towers seemed to inspire you. You should see it again.
Element: I should, shouldn't I? I recommend that movie. It's the best. And I'm also reading 'The Bourne Supremacy' by
Robert Ludlum, which I really recommend. Best amnesia thriller ever.
