Title: Chapter 2: Unknown Origins
Disclaimer: I don't own Andromeda.
Notes to readers: This is where Emy (prolog) will come in. Again sorry for confusion it will become clearer soon. I had planned to get this chapter up sooner but I had to visit relatives over the weekend.
1 Trance and Beka raced to medical. Beka could tell from the look of anxiety on her companion's face that something was not expected, but . . . somehow Beka felt she could trust this new Trance. She felt closer to the new Trance then she ever had to her purple "charm". Of course she had been close friends with the old Trance but the future one held a perfect blend of determination, fear and power. Everything from the leather, new look and the knifes on her back, enhanced the overall effect of her personality. Beka would never tell her this but the feeling she received when she asked questions about the future scared her. She felt as though Trance laid open her soul, naked for all to see. The helplessness and anger when she realized that they fail, that everyone dies except for her and Trance. The newfound sense of duty on where they must prevail where they had fallen before and the even freedom. They now know that they had to fight, had to win and could use any means necessary to accomplish that. With this knowledge nothing was going to stop them. Nothing.
2 Trance knew exactly what Beka felt and thought. After years of just her and Beka versus the universe they had grown to know each other very well. So well that Trance didn't even had to probe Beka's mind to realize what she was thinking. Trance felt compelled to talk to Beka. To understand her mind as it was now and not how she knew it but the questions formed to slowly and they reached medical before anything could be asked.
Beka was unable to even open her mouth before Dylan began to brief her on what the situation was.
"Tyr found a young girl, no more then 15 to 16, on deck 10. Apparently she came during Harper's time alteration experiments."
"3rd degree burns covered over eighty percent of her body, server cranial damage and her liver had ripped apart sending poisons liquids throughout her body." Rommie interjected.
"And we're here why? No one could survive injuries like that. Anyone of the above would kill a regular human." Beka, responded.
"See that's the funny thing," Dylan made his way around the console, "She did. Within minutes her vital signs were stable and her injuries were healing themselves." From the confused looks on Beka's face and the shock on Trance's, he decided that they needed to be see to believe. "Rommie play back the liver regeneration vid."
"Playing regeneration."
Beka and Trance were stunned. What they were seeing was impossible. No known species could do something like this. The molecular structure of the liver was rebuilding itself. Piece by piece the liver grew until it was complete. The showing took about three minutes.
"The actual process took about one point five seconds."
"One point four eight nine to be exact," Rommie corrected.
"That's not the issue here. The fact is until we know anything about her or what she is we just can't trust her." Dylan concluded.
"Do you fear that she could pose as a danger?" Trance asked.
"Trance, she's already a danger. We don't even know if the medication we injected into her will be strong enough to keep her asleep until we can figure out what to do with her. There too many possibilities of what she might be able to do. So until we know more, there will be constant guard. Rommie I want you here. If she does wake up you have the best chance of stopping her. Beka and Tyr be at the ready. Mr. Harper, I want you devise something that can stop her. A weapon, shield something. Trance I want you to, Trance?"
Trance could feel everyone's eyes on her, but all she could do was look at the seemingly lifeless figure in front of her. If only she could tell, "Trance if you know something, we need to know. It could become vital to our survival." Dylan grabbed her shoulders, his eyes bore themselves into her own. Trance had no choice, they had trusted her, now she had to repay the debt, but as she opened her mouth to speak a new voice entered into the conversion.
"Yes Trance go on. Tell them who I am. They wouldn't believe you anyway." The girl jumped off the bed she was laying on and went to stand in front of Trance. The conversion that followed, no one could understand, but soon, after many minutes of debate, Trance shook her head and turned to the rest of the crew, all of whom had questions at their lips but where unable to ask them. "Her name is Emily and she can be trusted." Trance seemed uneasy about this but the rest of the crew immediately started to introduced themselves but Dylan, always first, gave the traditional welcoming and stuck his hand out. Emily's hand stayed behind her back but her warming smile calmed any worries of Dylan as he said, "Welcome to the Andromeda. Rommie will lead you to your room."
Never erasing her smile Emily responded in a calm, honey smooth voice with a simple, "Thank you," and turned to follow Rommie down Andromda's corridors.
Disclaimer: I don't own Andromeda.
Notes to readers: This is where Emy (prolog) will come in. Again sorry for confusion it will become clearer soon. I had planned to get this chapter up sooner but I had to visit relatives over the weekend.
1 Trance and Beka raced to medical. Beka could tell from the look of anxiety on her companion's face that something was not expected, but . . . somehow Beka felt she could trust this new Trance. She felt closer to the new Trance then she ever had to her purple "charm". Of course she had been close friends with the old Trance but the future one held a perfect blend of determination, fear and power. Everything from the leather, new look and the knifes on her back, enhanced the overall effect of her personality. Beka would never tell her this but the feeling she received when she asked questions about the future scared her. She felt as though Trance laid open her soul, naked for all to see. The helplessness and anger when she realized that they fail, that everyone dies except for her and Trance. The newfound sense of duty on where they must prevail where they had fallen before and the even freedom. They now know that they had to fight, had to win and could use any means necessary to accomplish that. With this knowledge nothing was going to stop them. Nothing.
2 Trance knew exactly what Beka felt and thought. After years of just her and Beka versus the universe they had grown to know each other very well. So well that Trance didn't even had to probe Beka's mind to realize what she was thinking. Trance felt compelled to talk to Beka. To understand her mind as it was now and not how she knew it but the questions formed to slowly and they reached medical before anything could be asked.
Beka was unable to even open her mouth before Dylan began to brief her on what the situation was.
"Tyr found a young girl, no more then 15 to 16, on deck 10. Apparently she came during Harper's time alteration experiments."
"3rd degree burns covered over eighty percent of her body, server cranial damage and her liver had ripped apart sending poisons liquids throughout her body." Rommie interjected.
"And we're here why? No one could survive injuries like that. Anyone of the above would kill a regular human." Beka, responded.
"See that's the funny thing," Dylan made his way around the console, "She did. Within minutes her vital signs were stable and her injuries were healing themselves." From the confused looks on Beka's face and the shock on Trance's, he decided that they needed to be see to believe. "Rommie play back the liver regeneration vid."
"Playing regeneration."
Beka and Trance were stunned. What they were seeing was impossible. No known species could do something like this. The molecular structure of the liver was rebuilding itself. Piece by piece the liver grew until it was complete. The showing took about three minutes.
"The actual process took about one point five seconds."
"One point four eight nine to be exact," Rommie corrected.
"That's not the issue here. The fact is until we know anything about her or what she is we just can't trust her." Dylan concluded.
"Do you fear that she could pose as a danger?" Trance asked.
"Trance, she's already a danger. We don't even know if the medication we injected into her will be strong enough to keep her asleep until we can figure out what to do with her. There too many possibilities of what she might be able to do. So until we know more, there will be constant guard. Rommie I want you here. If she does wake up you have the best chance of stopping her. Beka and Tyr be at the ready. Mr. Harper, I want you devise something that can stop her. A weapon, shield something. Trance I want you to, Trance?"
Trance could feel everyone's eyes on her, but all she could do was look at the seemingly lifeless figure in front of her. If only she could tell, "Trance if you know something, we need to know. It could become vital to our survival." Dylan grabbed her shoulders, his eyes bore themselves into her own. Trance had no choice, they had trusted her, now she had to repay the debt, but as she opened her mouth to speak a new voice entered into the conversion.
"Yes Trance go on. Tell them who I am. They wouldn't believe you anyway." The girl jumped off the bed she was laying on and went to stand in front of Trance. The conversion that followed, no one could understand, but soon, after many minutes of debate, Trance shook her head and turned to the rest of the crew, all of whom had questions at their lips but where unable to ask them. "Her name is Emily and she can be trusted." Trance seemed uneasy about this but the rest of the crew immediately started to introduced themselves but Dylan, always first, gave the traditional welcoming and stuck his hand out. Emily's hand stayed behind her back but her warming smile calmed any worries of Dylan as he said, "Welcome to the Andromeda. Rommie will lead you to your room."
Never erasing her smile Emily responded in a calm, honey smooth voice with a simple, "Thank you," and turned to follow Rommie down Andromda's corridors.