Chapter 7

Trance continued her pacing.

"I should have told Dylan. I should have told him about what might become of Beka. What her future might hold." Trance said. But why? Why would Auril, the leader of my people, not want that future to happen? She is supposed to be wise. Maybe...maybe my people have become more corrupt then I have imagined. Maybe the Abyss has them. Either way, they have changed. They don't want a good future. They don't want peace. They want destruction. The Magog will be stronger then ever with the stars on their side. This is going to be a bad war. Evil...the evil...could win. Trance looked down sadly. A thud brought her out of her thoughts. She looked up. Oh no! Beka please don't be here!

"Harper, how is that pod coming?" Dylan asked.

"I am almost...I'm done! Another example of my freakin' genius!" Harper said smiling.

"Captain, I request to go to Auril's ship and help Beka." Rhade said. Dylan raised his eyebrows.

"Rhade? You and Beka don't exactly get along." Dylan said.

"I know that Captain. It is different now. She is different..."Rhade trailed off.

"Fine. But Rhade, bring her back in one piece." Dylan said.

"That is my goal." Rhade said. Dylan nodded. "I'm coming, Beka." Rhade muttered under her breath.

In command... "Rommie, is there anyway that our weapons are working?" Dylan asked, hoping Auril hadn't disconnected them too.

"Yes. Weapons are working. Harper just fixed them." Andromeda responded.

"Good, target their engines."

"Dammit!" Shandow yelled. The engines had been hit and were down. "Dammit!" he yelled a second time as main power went out.

"AURIL! ALL POWER IS OUT AND SYSTEMS ARE FAILING EXCEPT LIFE SUPPORT AND ARTIFICIAL GRAVITY AND...DAMMIT! DOCKING PORTS ARE STILL WORKING! THE BEKA PERSON CAN STILL GET ON!!!!"

"That's the idea," Auril said smiling.

Beka had just docked the Maru. She took a deep breath and went into Auril's ship. Ok Valentine, you can do this. Where is Trance? Oh wow this place is huge! Beka gave a jump as she heard a great thud. There were footsteps coming. Closer...Closer...closer. She ducked behind a crate in the hall. It looked like a crate of explosives. She dared to peek from behind the box. There was no one in the hallway. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder from behind and pulled her back. As it did, another hand flew to her mouth so she would not make noise. She tried to scream but the hand was clapped so tight she couldn't scream. The other hand held her across the waist so she couldn't move either. She was trapped.