* * *
When they reached the hangar doors, Beka silently prayed that the Maru was still there, safe and sound where it should be. She hoped that the security system she installed actually worked. When the doors opened, she saw the Maru, although she wasn't sure it was exactly safe and sound. Harper lay on the floor unconscious, a burn mark on his red shirt where he had been shot. Dylan was the first to enter the room, first making sure there were no assailants waiting for them, then checking to see if Harper was still alive. Harper jolted awake at Dylan's touch.
"I'll kill you, you… Oh, Dylan." Harper sat up and rubbed his shoulder, wincing at the pain. "She's on the Maru."
"She?" Beka asked.
"Satrina Leander."
"Great," Beka said sarcastically. She stalked up to the Maru fearlessly and opened the door. She turned back to Dylan and Harper and said, "I'm getting sick and tired of this sh…" She was cut off by Satrina's hand.
"If anybody takes one step towards this ship, I will paint the walls with her brain," Satrina threatened as she pulled Beka into the Maru and closed the door.
"Dylan, we gotta do something," Harper pleaded.
"Don't you think I realize that, Harper?" Dylan said, irritated. "Rommie, is there any way you can lock the hangar doors so she can't fly the Maru off of Andromeda?"
"If I can get to the control panel closer to the door without her seeing me or shooting me, I can enter the codes and lock the doors," Rommie said uncertainly. "But what's keeping her from seeing me or shooting me?"
Dylan started to think of a plan when he saw one of the service robots walk past the doors to the hangar. He ignored it at first, but then thought and stopped it. He directed it into the hangar and stood it next to Harper, who had a worried look on his face. Dylan looked back and forth between the robot and Harper. "Harper," he said, startling Harper. "Run to your quarters and get one of those funny Hawaiian shirts you used you wear and find a hat. I think I have a plan."
Harper sighed and ran towards his quarters.
* * *
"Tell me the codes NOW," Satrina demanded as she held a fistful of Beka's blonde hair. The corner of Beka's mouth bled, and she had the signs of a bruise showing around her left eye. She still silently refused to give the codes to Satrina. She knew that if she could hold out long enough, Dylan would devise a plan to get her out of her current situation. Satrina back handed her across the cheek again and pulled on her hair harder. "NOW!"
"You're never going to get the freaking codes from me, so why not just kill me now?" Beka gave Satrina a cold stare.
"Because you're the only one who knows them, and I have a feeling that you don't do good under torture." Satrina let go of Beka's hair with a push and stepped in front of her. She raised her gun to Beka's leg and threatened to shoot if she didn't give her the security codes.
"Okay, okay," Beka finally gave in.
* * *
"This isn't gonna work," Harper said with a sigh. He stood back and looked at the robot. Dylan's idea was strange, but logical. He had Harper put the Hawaiian shirt and hat on the robot. "She's gonna pick up on the fact that it's not me."
"Harper, did anyone ever tell you that pessimism is a bad thing?" Dylan asked, annoyed.
"Okay, it's off to… well, the unknown outcome," Rommie said as the robot walked towards the Maru. When it reached a certain point, Rommie diligently slid around the other side of the Maru to the hangar doors. Once there, she typed in a few codes, then made her way back to where Dylan and Harper stood watching her in amazement.
"It worked," Harper said. "I can't believe it actually worked. You're almost as big a genius as I am, Dylan."
"Thanks. I think," Dylan said, confused. "You should learn to trust me, Mr. Harper. Most of my plans work."
"Yeah, most," Harper mumbled. "But we still have to get Beka out of there. Who knows what Satrina will do to her?"
"Absolutely nothing," Beka said. She stood at the cargo door of the Maru, a smile on her face and a gun in her hand. "That takes care of her. Thanks for the distraction. Was that a robot in Harper's clothing?"
"Beka!" Harper hurried over to her and hugged her tightly. "I thought she was going to kill you."
"Harper, she may not have killed me, but she kicked my butt," she replied in pain.
Rommie and Dylan stood next to each other, smiling happily. Dylan's comm. link clicked and Tyr's angry voice came on. "Dylan, I don't think these ships out here want to be our buddies."
"What ships?" Dylan was thrown off his feet by the violent shaking of the ship. He landed hard on the floor and recovered to find the room spinning around him. "Tyr?" Tyr didn't answer. "I've had enough of this!"
When they reached the hangar doors, Beka silently prayed that the Maru was still there, safe and sound where it should be. She hoped that the security system she installed actually worked. When the doors opened, she saw the Maru, although she wasn't sure it was exactly safe and sound. Harper lay on the floor unconscious, a burn mark on his red shirt where he had been shot. Dylan was the first to enter the room, first making sure there were no assailants waiting for them, then checking to see if Harper was still alive. Harper jolted awake at Dylan's touch.
"I'll kill you, you… Oh, Dylan." Harper sat up and rubbed his shoulder, wincing at the pain. "She's on the Maru."
"She?" Beka asked.
"Satrina Leander."
"Great," Beka said sarcastically. She stalked up to the Maru fearlessly and opened the door. She turned back to Dylan and Harper and said, "I'm getting sick and tired of this sh…" She was cut off by Satrina's hand.
"If anybody takes one step towards this ship, I will paint the walls with her brain," Satrina threatened as she pulled Beka into the Maru and closed the door.
"Dylan, we gotta do something," Harper pleaded.
"Don't you think I realize that, Harper?" Dylan said, irritated. "Rommie, is there any way you can lock the hangar doors so she can't fly the Maru off of Andromeda?"
"If I can get to the control panel closer to the door without her seeing me or shooting me, I can enter the codes and lock the doors," Rommie said uncertainly. "But what's keeping her from seeing me or shooting me?"
Dylan started to think of a plan when he saw one of the service robots walk past the doors to the hangar. He ignored it at first, but then thought and stopped it. He directed it into the hangar and stood it next to Harper, who had a worried look on his face. Dylan looked back and forth between the robot and Harper. "Harper," he said, startling Harper. "Run to your quarters and get one of those funny Hawaiian shirts you used you wear and find a hat. I think I have a plan."
Harper sighed and ran towards his quarters.
* * *
"Tell me the codes NOW," Satrina demanded as she held a fistful of Beka's blonde hair. The corner of Beka's mouth bled, and she had the signs of a bruise showing around her left eye. She still silently refused to give the codes to Satrina. She knew that if she could hold out long enough, Dylan would devise a plan to get her out of her current situation. Satrina back handed her across the cheek again and pulled on her hair harder. "NOW!"
"You're never going to get the freaking codes from me, so why not just kill me now?" Beka gave Satrina a cold stare.
"Because you're the only one who knows them, and I have a feeling that you don't do good under torture." Satrina let go of Beka's hair with a push and stepped in front of her. She raised her gun to Beka's leg and threatened to shoot if she didn't give her the security codes.
"Okay, okay," Beka finally gave in.
* * *
"This isn't gonna work," Harper said with a sigh. He stood back and looked at the robot. Dylan's idea was strange, but logical. He had Harper put the Hawaiian shirt and hat on the robot. "She's gonna pick up on the fact that it's not me."
"Harper, did anyone ever tell you that pessimism is a bad thing?" Dylan asked, annoyed.
"Okay, it's off to… well, the unknown outcome," Rommie said as the robot walked towards the Maru. When it reached a certain point, Rommie diligently slid around the other side of the Maru to the hangar doors. Once there, she typed in a few codes, then made her way back to where Dylan and Harper stood watching her in amazement.
"It worked," Harper said. "I can't believe it actually worked. You're almost as big a genius as I am, Dylan."
"Thanks. I think," Dylan said, confused. "You should learn to trust me, Mr. Harper. Most of my plans work."
"Yeah, most," Harper mumbled. "But we still have to get Beka out of there. Who knows what Satrina will do to her?"
"Absolutely nothing," Beka said. She stood at the cargo door of the Maru, a smile on her face and a gun in her hand. "That takes care of her. Thanks for the distraction. Was that a robot in Harper's clothing?"
"Beka!" Harper hurried over to her and hugged her tightly. "I thought she was going to kill you."
"Harper, she may not have killed me, but she kicked my butt," she replied in pain.
Rommie and Dylan stood next to each other, smiling happily. Dylan's comm. link clicked and Tyr's angry voice came on. "Dylan, I don't think these ships out here want to be our buddies."
"What ships?" Dylan was thrown off his feet by the violent shaking of the ship. He landed hard on the floor and recovered to find the room spinning around him. "Tyr?" Tyr didn't answer. "I've had enough of this!"