Echoes of future past, part 15
Without saying a word, Beka walked round in front of Ryan's Slipfighter and stood with her arms crossed. Ryan sat at the controls, just looking at her, not moving. A thin smile played on Beka's lips, "You can't do it, can you?" Ryan just shock his head.
Dylan was confused, "What's going on?" Beka turned her head to look at him, "He can't open the hanger bay doors with me standing here, because I'll die, and that will stop him from being born. He's to Nietzschean to risk the prospect of having changed the timeline enough to stop it affecting him. Add to that; doubt he wants to kill his mother." Ryan powered down the Slipfighter and climbed out, "That was a very risky gamble you took there: had I not been who I claimed, I would have killed you." Beka smiled, "You're too much of you fathers son to do that. And speaking of him: I need to go have a serious talk with him about this if what Andromeda told me is true."
Tyr was sat reading a book when Beka walked in. He turned to face her, but before he could say anything, her fist shot round at high-speed, sending him flying from his chair and onto the floor of their quarters. He rubbed his jaw, shocked by the force of the blow, "I take it you've found out about Ryan's plan." Beka's gaze could have melted a hole in the bulkhead if it wasn't directed at her husband, "Yes I found out, but I was able to stop him before he went thought with it! How could you have let him go?" Tyr slowly got to his feet, "it made sense to me."
He had more sense than to dodge the second blow, but by rolling with it, was able to minimise the force. Beka was fuming, "Made sense to you? He's our son, and you where going to let him commit suicide?" Tyr took a step back, "I'm trying to see it from his point of view: he's dead what ever happens, but he'll still be alive if he can find a way to change what he considers the past enough to keep the rest of us alive."
Two decks up and a few meters across, a similar argument was underway in Dylan's quarters. "What do you mean: I can understand why she did it?" he screamed at Rommie. The Avatar looked at him, "In the future Ryan comes from I never told you how I felt, and we never ended up together like we are now. If that happened to me, and I had a chance to change things, I know I'd do whatever I felt necessary. I love you Dylan, and the thought of you dieing before I ever told you has almost driven me crazy before now: back when we where looking for Tyr and Harper on the World-ship, I wanted to tell you, but you stopped me." Dylan sat down, things finally starting to make sense, "I always wounded what you had tried to tell me, but I was afraid to ask in case it was something I didn't want to hear." He looked up at Rommie; "It was so soon after Gabriel's death that I was worried you blamed me for it. I'm sorry."
Rommie sat down next to him, "It's ok, I can understand why you where upset: you're the captain, and as such you're meant to have full control of the ship, but you have to understand that I, not Andromeda, but me, would do anything to keep you safe." Dylan went to say something, but Rommie stopped him, "I knew that as a High Guard officer I have a duty, and that in the course of that duty, it may one day be necessary for one of us to die for the grater good, but I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you." Dylan smiled, putting an arm around Rommie, "I wonder how things are going between Beka and Tyr?"
Tyr hit the bulkhead face-first, an injury that was added to by his book hitting him in the back of the head a few moments later. Beka stood in the doorway, looking like she was about to say something, but instead just closed the door. Tyr rubbed the side of his face, trying to get some of the feeling back: if this was married life, why had he wanted it so badly for so long?
TBC
Without saying a word, Beka walked round in front of Ryan's Slipfighter and stood with her arms crossed. Ryan sat at the controls, just looking at her, not moving. A thin smile played on Beka's lips, "You can't do it, can you?" Ryan just shock his head.
Dylan was confused, "What's going on?" Beka turned her head to look at him, "He can't open the hanger bay doors with me standing here, because I'll die, and that will stop him from being born. He's to Nietzschean to risk the prospect of having changed the timeline enough to stop it affecting him. Add to that; doubt he wants to kill his mother." Ryan powered down the Slipfighter and climbed out, "That was a very risky gamble you took there: had I not been who I claimed, I would have killed you." Beka smiled, "You're too much of you fathers son to do that. And speaking of him: I need to go have a serious talk with him about this if what Andromeda told me is true."
Tyr was sat reading a book when Beka walked in. He turned to face her, but before he could say anything, her fist shot round at high-speed, sending him flying from his chair and onto the floor of their quarters. He rubbed his jaw, shocked by the force of the blow, "I take it you've found out about Ryan's plan." Beka's gaze could have melted a hole in the bulkhead if it wasn't directed at her husband, "Yes I found out, but I was able to stop him before he went thought with it! How could you have let him go?" Tyr slowly got to his feet, "it made sense to me."
He had more sense than to dodge the second blow, but by rolling with it, was able to minimise the force. Beka was fuming, "Made sense to you? He's our son, and you where going to let him commit suicide?" Tyr took a step back, "I'm trying to see it from his point of view: he's dead what ever happens, but he'll still be alive if he can find a way to change what he considers the past enough to keep the rest of us alive."
Two decks up and a few meters across, a similar argument was underway in Dylan's quarters. "What do you mean: I can understand why she did it?" he screamed at Rommie. The Avatar looked at him, "In the future Ryan comes from I never told you how I felt, and we never ended up together like we are now. If that happened to me, and I had a chance to change things, I know I'd do whatever I felt necessary. I love you Dylan, and the thought of you dieing before I ever told you has almost driven me crazy before now: back when we where looking for Tyr and Harper on the World-ship, I wanted to tell you, but you stopped me." Dylan sat down, things finally starting to make sense, "I always wounded what you had tried to tell me, but I was afraid to ask in case it was something I didn't want to hear." He looked up at Rommie; "It was so soon after Gabriel's death that I was worried you blamed me for it. I'm sorry."
Rommie sat down next to him, "It's ok, I can understand why you where upset: you're the captain, and as such you're meant to have full control of the ship, but you have to understand that I, not Andromeda, but me, would do anything to keep you safe." Dylan went to say something, but Rommie stopped him, "I knew that as a High Guard officer I have a duty, and that in the course of that duty, it may one day be necessary for one of us to die for the grater good, but I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you." Dylan smiled, putting an arm around Rommie, "I wonder how things are going between Beka and Tyr?"
Tyr hit the bulkhead face-first, an injury that was added to by his book hitting him in the back of the head a few moments later. Beka stood in the doorway, looking like she was about to say something, but instead just closed the door. Tyr rubbed the side of his face, trying to get some of the feeling back: if this was married life, why had he wanted it so badly for so long?
TBC
