Echoes of future past, part 16
Dylan was sat at his desk when the door chimed, "Enter." It opened to reveal Ryan, a Lancer guard on ever side, "You wanted to talk to me, captain." Dylan dismissed the guards, "Yes: why did you try something as stupid as that?" Ryan smiled as he sat down, "You consider it stupid, I consider it the only thing to do: try and remember, I grew up in a universe where every day was a struggle to keep one steep ahead of the Magog. I think I can be forgiven for not wanting to see that happen again."
Dylan frowned, "You know that Beka and Tyr aren't talking because of this?" Ryan shrugged, "Not really my problem: if she can't accept that he was in no position to stop me, then I don't see what I can do about it." Dylan was shocked, "Doesn't this impede your chances of survival in some why?" Ryan shook his head, "No, not really. Beka is still pregnant, so I'm still due to be born in about 7 or 8 months time. My parents being together or not is not something I consider that important. Defeating the Magog however, is." Dylan gave up, "Just talk to her for me, please."
Ryan nodded, and pulled a flexi from his pocket, "I've gone over my original plane again, and I think I've found a way to carry it out without anyone getting killed, or at lest, with a greatly reduced chance of someone getting killed." Dylan took the flexi and read it, "I think you're going to have a hard time selling this to Beka: taking the Maru back into the World- Ship to plant that bomb of yours then high-tailing it out again would be risky." Ryan smiled, "Nothing worth doing is without risk."
Dylan nodded, "True, but you'd need at lest four people for this mission: who did you have in mind?" Ryan arched his figures, "Myself, You, Rommie and Tyr. Next to my mother, I'm the best pilot on this ship. Both you and Rommie have been on the world ship before, and so know what it's like there. And as for my farther, well, he's Nietzschean: you never know when we might need his added strength and skill." Dylan re-read the flexi, "I can't say I happy with the idea of going back down there voluntarily, or of asking Rommie or Tyr to go back, but I see the value in your plan." Ryan smiled, "So we'll try?" Dylan thought on it for a second, "I'll go over it with the others, see if we can tweak it a little, than put it to the Admiral: I can't just run-off and leave my ship without at lest telling him.
Alarm klaxons started going off, sending Dylan and Ryan running to command into to see a fleet of over a hundred Nietzschean ship's emerge from Slipstream. Dylan looked at the main view screen, "This could be very good, or very, very, bad." Rommie turned to him, "The lead Nietzschean ship is hailing us directly." Dylan raised an eyebrow, "Put it through." A familiar face appeared on the main screen, "Captain Hunt, long time no see." Dylan smiled, "Charlemagne Bolivar: you're the last person I expected to see here." The Nietzschean smiled, "Well, a little slip-courier told me that you're about to go off on some insanely-heroic suicide mission, and I decided that if you're going to get yourself killed, I want to at lest be there to watch. Now if you don't mind telling your friends that we're friendly, we can stop targeting each other."
Dylan smiled, "Join the party."
TBC
Dylan was sat at his desk when the door chimed, "Enter." It opened to reveal Ryan, a Lancer guard on ever side, "You wanted to talk to me, captain." Dylan dismissed the guards, "Yes: why did you try something as stupid as that?" Ryan smiled as he sat down, "You consider it stupid, I consider it the only thing to do: try and remember, I grew up in a universe where every day was a struggle to keep one steep ahead of the Magog. I think I can be forgiven for not wanting to see that happen again."
Dylan frowned, "You know that Beka and Tyr aren't talking because of this?" Ryan shrugged, "Not really my problem: if she can't accept that he was in no position to stop me, then I don't see what I can do about it." Dylan was shocked, "Doesn't this impede your chances of survival in some why?" Ryan shook his head, "No, not really. Beka is still pregnant, so I'm still due to be born in about 7 or 8 months time. My parents being together or not is not something I consider that important. Defeating the Magog however, is." Dylan gave up, "Just talk to her for me, please."
Ryan nodded, and pulled a flexi from his pocket, "I've gone over my original plane again, and I think I've found a way to carry it out without anyone getting killed, or at lest, with a greatly reduced chance of someone getting killed." Dylan took the flexi and read it, "I think you're going to have a hard time selling this to Beka: taking the Maru back into the World- Ship to plant that bomb of yours then high-tailing it out again would be risky." Ryan smiled, "Nothing worth doing is without risk."
Dylan nodded, "True, but you'd need at lest four people for this mission: who did you have in mind?" Ryan arched his figures, "Myself, You, Rommie and Tyr. Next to my mother, I'm the best pilot on this ship. Both you and Rommie have been on the world ship before, and so know what it's like there. And as for my farther, well, he's Nietzschean: you never know when we might need his added strength and skill." Dylan re-read the flexi, "I can't say I happy with the idea of going back down there voluntarily, or of asking Rommie or Tyr to go back, but I see the value in your plan." Ryan smiled, "So we'll try?" Dylan thought on it for a second, "I'll go over it with the others, see if we can tweak it a little, than put it to the Admiral: I can't just run-off and leave my ship without at lest telling him.
Alarm klaxons started going off, sending Dylan and Ryan running to command into to see a fleet of over a hundred Nietzschean ship's emerge from Slipstream. Dylan looked at the main view screen, "This could be very good, or very, very, bad." Rommie turned to him, "The lead Nietzschean ship is hailing us directly." Dylan raised an eyebrow, "Put it through." A familiar face appeared on the main screen, "Captain Hunt, long time no see." Dylan smiled, "Charlemagne Bolivar: you're the last person I expected to see here." The Nietzschean smiled, "Well, a little slip-courier told me that you're about to go off on some insanely-heroic suicide mission, and I decided that if you're going to get yourself killed, I want to at lest be there to watch. Now if you don't mind telling your friends that we're friendly, we can stop targeting each other."
Dylan smiled, "Join the party."
TBC
