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 13)

The crew of the Andromeda assembled on the Observation deck. Rommie stood in the centre of the room, next to Andromeda's hologram. Trance and Harper stood to one side, keeping as far away from Tyr and Beka as they could. Rev Bem stood at the back of the room, keeping his distance and his neutrality.

They all straightened up as Dylan entered. He walked to the front of the room, directly in front of the main window, and examined his crew: Tyr stood against one wall, his arms folded, his face set in stone. Beka stood at his side, uncertainties beginning to show themselves on her face. Trance and Harper stood opposite them, hope on their faces. Rev Bem stood at the far end of the room, and nodded as Dylan looked his way.

Dylan clasped his hands behind his back, "Rommie, Andromeda, step forward please." The Avatar and the hologram walked as one, stopping just over a meter from Dylan. He cleared his throat, "The two of you stand accused of going Absent without Leave, Mutiny and Treason. How do you pled?" Rommie, "Guilty." Andromeda, "Guilty." Dylan nodded, "You do both understand the severity of these charges, and the penalty that they bring?" Rommie nodded, "I do." Andromeda nodded, "I understand." Dylan nodded, his voice steady, "Do you wish full caught-marshal, or will you except summery judgment?" Rommie and Andromeda exchanged glances, then as one, "We will except your judgment."