Hey folks!
Thanks for the nice reviews! You´re all gorgeous!!! Well, possible that this is the L-A-S-T update before my vacation!!! I gonna come and visit San Fransisco... so if you live there, better get out of the city... Scaramouche told me to warn you all!!!! *hihi* As always she beta´d my stuff *hugs*... hope you like the next part...
It´s great to be here... ~LILA
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Dylan and Beka entered the Gym side by side and started search for Harper or Tyr in the semi-darkness.
"Tyr? Harper?" Beka called into the room. No answer.
As she called their names again and a little louder, she finally could hear commotion somewhere behind a shelf in the left corner of the room. She gave Dylan a sign and together they slowly turned and moved in the direction of the noise. Firstly they couldn´t recognize the person huddled in the corner, but when they could, their eyes went wide. Pressed in the corner, his legs drawn up to his nose, his arms hugging his legs sat...
"Tyr?" Beka asked surprised. The Nietzschean however didn´t react. Slowly Beka bent down. "Tyr?!" she tried again and poked his arm.
A dark, threatening growl stopped her from continuing and she withdrew her hand. Shocked, she watched him start rocking backwards and forth, whispering solemnly and almost incoherent: "They´re here. they´re here. I can feel them. they are within me. destroy. destroy." His head snapped up and before Beka could react he had grabbed her shirt and pulled her near. Catching her breath, her face only millimetres from his as he hissed: "They going to destroy us all."
Trance still was on Med Deck. She grinned cheekily, she'd full filled the task to blow up about 100 sterile gloves in only ten minutes. They were dangling everywhere now. Gloves at the shelves, gloves on the floor, gloves on the beds. She knew something wasn´t right, but she didn´t really care at the moment either. She felt great! Happy. she was about to blow the 101st glove as a slight feeling of sickness started to rise. She knew that feeling all to well when her thoughts started to circle, something trying to break free. a vision!!! And with this awareness, her eyes again rolled up in her head and she fell.
~*~*~*
The world she entered, wasn´t different. The only thing that showed her that it wasn´t 'the' Med Deck was that it had turned from sterile white and comfortable warm into cold and dark. There were no lights just a slight flickering and her emotions where suddenly so. normal. she couldn´t describe it. The euphoria she had felt seconds ago had vanished. On it´s place the nagging feeling of concern and worry spread.
Pushing the dreadful feelings aside with the thought that nothing could happen to her, she started for the half-closed door of the Med Deck. With a sinking feeling she left the room and followed the gangway for command. With every step she took, her dread grew stronger. Still she couldn´t hear a sound, nor see any light. Everything was dark and quiet. And the same silence and darkness greeted her as she entered command. No sign of Dylan, Beka, Tyr, Harper or Rommie.
She was about to leave command, as she could suddenly feel a slight jerk going through the Andromeda Ascendant and with a low humming the machines started their work again. The light went on and all computers awoke with life and with a loud hissing the door of command closed and sealed. Trance turned in a fast movement, watching the door warily. Was it her imagination or.
"Open it!" she could hear a voice on the other side of the door giving orders.
There were a few seconds of silence and then the door to command burst open under an explosion. Smoke filled the air in command and hindered her view. But eventually the smoke has settled down enough to let her see the intruders.
Gerentex!
Two steps behind him and on his left, a figure hooded in a dark cloak, stood. She could hear Gerentex laugh hysterically.
"Have you seen their faces, son?" The figure nodded. "Yes father." Gerentex still laughed loudly.
"Dylan Hunt... or his little Nietzschean-pet... as they." but Gerentex couldn´t finish his sentence. His little eyes grew wide, and his laughter stopped in an instant and turned into a small fearfully whimper.
Trance could see Gerentex´s brute put down the hood he wore and walk around his father. The Nightsider once again whimpered in fear and started to curl up into a ball as he asked:
"Texus. how. how did you do it?"
His son laughed coldly. "Father. Father." the Half-Nightsider taunted. "I told you I would show you, didn´t I?" He bent down to the quivering figure at his feet. Almost tenderly he stroked Gerentex´s head. "And believe me. it´s getting worse."
Abruptly he stood and ordered one of the guards. "Take him to V-Deck."
The guard nodded in obedience and pulled the Nightsider to his feet.
As the guard had left with Gerentex, and Texus was certain no one was left, he sat down at the Pilot's seat.
He shook his head in amusement: "Nightsiders. such a arrogant race." Then he stood again and went over to one of the computer-terminals. Trance followed him and stared as he started to work on the terminal almost as. if he knew exactly what to do, like he'd done it many times before???
As if he was able to feel her gaze, he turned abruptly, looking her straight in the eye. She knew it wasn´t possible that he could see her, but for one second she really believed he saw. His blue eyes met hers and immediately she recognized these eyes. She would have even recognized them in the hull of a Magog. And now she also saw the other little similarities, the blonde fur instead the dark of a Nightsiders, the hands and the fingers. Seconds passed as the Nightsider-Human stared at her, but eventually he shrugged and turned back to his work.
~*~*~*
With a small gasp Trance opened her eyes, and what had happened in her dream repeated its self. She looked up into two blue eyes who watched her intensely. Harper.
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Stay on this channel....;-D
Thanks for the nice reviews! You´re all gorgeous!!! Well, possible that this is the L-A-S-T update before my vacation!!! I gonna come and visit San Fransisco... so if you live there, better get out of the city... Scaramouche told me to warn you all!!!! *hihi* As always she beta´d my stuff *hugs*... hope you like the next part...
It´s great to be here... ~LILA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dylan and Beka entered the Gym side by side and started search for Harper or Tyr in the semi-darkness.
"Tyr? Harper?" Beka called into the room. No answer.
As she called their names again and a little louder, she finally could hear commotion somewhere behind a shelf in the left corner of the room. She gave Dylan a sign and together they slowly turned and moved in the direction of the noise. Firstly they couldn´t recognize the person huddled in the corner, but when they could, their eyes went wide. Pressed in the corner, his legs drawn up to his nose, his arms hugging his legs sat...
"Tyr?" Beka asked surprised. The Nietzschean however didn´t react. Slowly Beka bent down. "Tyr?!" she tried again and poked his arm.
A dark, threatening growl stopped her from continuing and she withdrew her hand. Shocked, she watched him start rocking backwards and forth, whispering solemnly and almost incoherent: "They´re here. they´re here. I can feel them. they are within me. destroy. destroy." His head snapped up and before Beka could react he had grabbed her shirt and pulled her near. Catching her breath, her face only millimetres from his as he hissed: "They going to destroy us all."
Trance still was on Med Deck. She grinned cheekily, she'd full filled the task to blow up about 100 sterile gloves in only ten minutes. They were dangling everywhere now. Gloves at the shelves, gloves on the floor, gloves on the beds. She knew something wasn´t right, but she didn´t really care at the moment either. She felt great! Happy. she was about to blow the 101st glove as a slight feeling of sickness started to rise. She knew that feeling all to well when her thoughts started to circle, something trying to break free. a vision!!! And with this awareness, her eyes again rolled up in her head and she fell.
~*~*~*
The world she entered, wasn´t different. The only thing that showed her that it wasn´t 'the' Med Deck was that it had turned from sterile white and comfortable warm into cold and dark. There were no lights just a slight flickering and her emotions where suddenly so. normal. she couldn´t describe it. The euphoria she had felt seconds ago had vanished. On it´s place the nagging feeling of concern and worry spread.
Pushing the dreadful feelings aside with the thought that nothing could happen to her, she started for the half-closed door of the Med Deck. With a sinking feeling she left the room and followed the gangway for command. With every step she took, her dread grew stronger. Still she couldn´t hear a sound, nor see any light. Everything was dark and quiet. And the same silence and darkness greeted her as she entered command. No sign of Dylan, Beka, Tyr, Harper or Rommie.
She was about to leave command, as she could suddenly feel a slight jerk going through the Andromeda Ascendant and with a low humming the machines started their work again. The light went on and all computers awoke with life and with a loud hissing the door of command closed and sealed. Trance turned in a fast movement, watching the door warily. Was it her imagination or.
"Open it!" she could hear a voice on the other side of the door giving orders.
There were a few seconds of silence and then the door to command burst open under an explosion. Smoke filled the air in command and hindered her view. But eventually the smoke has settled down enough to let her see the intruders.
Gerentex!
Two steps behind him and on his left, a figure hooded in a dark cloak, stood. She could hear Gerentex laugh hysterically.
"Have you seen their faces, son?" The figure nodded. "Yes father." Gerentex still laughed loudly.
"Dylan Hunt... or his little Nietzschean-pet... as they." but Gerentex couldn´t finish his sentence. His little eyes grew wide, and his laughter stopped in an instant and turned into a small fearfully whimper.
Trance could see Gerentex´s brute put down the hood he wore and walk around his father. The Nightsider once again whimpered in fear and started to curl up into a ball as he asked:
"Texus. how. how did you do it?"
His son laughed coldly. "Father. Father." the Half-Nightsider taunted. "I told you I would show you, didn´t I?" He bent down to the quivering figure at his feet. Almost tenderly he stroked Gerentex´s head. "And believe me. it´s getting worse."
Abruptly he stood and ordered one of the guards. "Take him to V-Deck."
The guard nodded in obedience and pulled the Nightsider to his feet.
As the guard had left with Gerentex, and Texus was certain no one was left, he sat down at the Pilot's seat.
He shook his head in amusement: "Nightsiders. such a arrogant race." Then he stood again and went over to one of the computer-terminals. Trance followed him and stared as he started to work on the terminal almost as. if he knew exactly what to do, like he'd done it many times before???
As if he was able to feel her gaze, he turned abruptly, looking her straight in the eye. She knew it wasn´t possible that he could see her, but for one second she really believed he saw. His blue eyes met hers and immediately she recognized these eyes. She would have even recognized them in the hull of a Magog. And now she also saw the other little similarities, the blonde fur instead the dark of a Nightsiders, the hands and the fingers. Seconds passed as the Nightsider-Human stared at her, but eventually he shrugged and turned back to his work.
~*~*~*
With a small gasp Trance opened her eyes, and what had happened in her dream repeated its self. She looked up into two blue eyes who watched her intensely. Harper.
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