The Hunter, part 28

Andromeda's bridge was a hive of activity as the combined fleets prepared to face-off against the Magog World-Ship, and it's occupant, the Spirit of the Abyss. Rommie stood at one of the bridge stations, completely aware of the two Lancers sent to guard her: Dylan may have had the right as captain to assign her to the bridge, but the Admiral had insisted that she was guarded at all times.

Dex had finally come round, but was still confined to medical with a bad concussion and several broken bones. He had taken his condition in his normal jovial way, saying it gave him a chance to keep an eye on Rommie and keep her from getting into any more trouble. They hadn't discussed what had said onboard the Argo just before the Magog attacked: Dex had read the signs when Rommie had visited him with Dylan.

Beka stood at the pilot's station, "All ship's report ready to go." Dylan nodded, leaning forward against his own controls, "Bring it." Beka nodded, and the Andromeda transited to slipstream with a shudder. Rommie could tell that the crew where nervous: the raw-power of the Magog World-Ship could destroy entire galaxies, but if they didn't stop it soon, it would be in a position to destroy the Known Worlds.

Carried on every ship of the armada where Nova Bombs, the most powerful weapon ever developed by the old Systems Commonwealth, each one capable of destroying a star-system. Rommie tried not to think of the time that Beka had fired a Nova Bomb at the World Ship, only for it's awesome destructive power to be negated by the Spirit of the Abyss, leaving the World-Ship disabled, but otherwise intact.

Harper was more nervous then anyone else: the last time they had fought the World Ship; he had been captured and infected with Magog larvae, almost killing him. Rommie had spoken of it with Ann, and the Avatar had promised that she would do anything necessary to stop it from happening again.

Beka looked at the screen in front of her, "10-seconds to normal space." Dylan nodded, his face taught, "Battle Stations!" klaxons sounded all over the ship as the defensive systems came online. Beka's grip on the controls tightened to the point where her knuckles went white, "Transiting to normal space in: 3, 2, 1, NOW!"

With a shudder, the Andromeda left slipstream.

TBC