Authors note: this story takes place during series one, after Star-Crossed, but before It Makes A Lovely Light.

Out of love for you. (Part 8)

Dylan was taken aback by Andromeda's statement: he had hopped that the ship's main AI could have re-gained control of its former Avatar, but that didn't seem to be the case. Rommie smiled, "And now Dylan, you will accompany me to the bridge."

The Restors that had accompanied Rommie from the transport had the command deck in almost full working order. The woman who had clubbed Harper sat in the pilot's chair, "We are ready to enter Slipstream." Rommie nodded, "Proceed." The room lurched as the Andromeda entered Slipstream, followed by the Restors.

After a short time in Slipstream, the Andromeda re-entered normal-space. Dylan looked at the screen, "The Restors main shipyard. Popping in for a tune up?" Rommie smiled, "Not quite. Thanks to you, the FTA now know this location, and are massing a fleet to destroy the station." Dylan nodded, "But they don't expect you to be here, fighting for the Restors. Very clever Rommie."

Rommie turned to her former captain, "You forget: I'm the embodiment of a warship." The Restor at the weapons station looked up, "Free Trade Alliance task-force exiting the slip portal behind us." He tapped a few commands into the controls, "Weapons are not responding!"

Rommie smiled.