Ok I got one review, and that review made me so happy that I danced around
my house in a very joyful, yet ungraceful manner, until people thought I
was crazy at which point I had to stop. Oh well. Imagine what many reviews
would do to me.
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"Trance give me what you've got." Dylan ordered as droids pushed the now unconscious girl to sick bay. The small child was being carried by the young man, who had explained himself to be the child's body guard. He had been sedated, but only because they couldn't determine how much pain killer to give him.
"Moderate blood loss, some internal bleeding, and intestinal bruising. She'll be ok." Trance smiled. Dylan knew that she knew something that she was holding back, but he had learned that Trance would tell everything when it was time.
"How's our intruder?" Dylan asked, but he already knew.
"Dead." The young man said it flatly, as if it was just a fact. He was more a boy than a man really, 20, 21 perhaps. He had a strong build, which was nicely accented by his dark skin, obviously neitzchean.
"What's your name son?" Dylan asked in one of those grandfatherly tones. The boy cringed at the use of son, probably implying that he was an orphan, or something worse.
"Tammers Orleans, sir." He pointed to the unconscious girl on the stretcher, "She is Captain Anjel Ragnor, sir."
Captain? The girl couldn't have been more than 17 or 18. How was she a captain of a ship? Dylan exchanged glances with trance and now Beka, who had just arrived. Where had she been the whole time? Probably looking over the new ship in their hangers. Dylan had to admit that it was a very nice, very fast looking machine. Beka didn't seem happy though. Probably because the new ship was really making the Maru look like a garbage hauler.
"I'm Captain Valentine, you said there was a message for me." Beka pressed towards Tamers, who was still cradling the unnamed child in his arms. He quickly moved to place the child in front of him, both displaying the small boy and using him as a shield.
"I don't know about any message ma'am." It was true, where the hell did she get that idea from?
"Why do I have the feeling that you are not curriers? I mean, curriers don't rip out of slip stream going mach 30. Would you mind telling me what's really going on?" Asserting his rank, Dylan pressed Tammers for information.
Tammy was willing to give it. "Sir, we are guards entrusted to protect the are to the Drago Catsoph pride. We were instructed to hide, this boy, Drago Alexander, until he is ready to take the place of alpha."
"Wait a minute," this time it was Harper, who had appeared outside of the med bay doors. "the Drago Catsoph were obliterated into tiny pieces by or favorite little Neitzchean."
"Tyr Anasazi, yes we know. He was not able to destroy the entire pride because they were to widely scattered. But not every Neitchean believes that he is the one to unite the prides. A collision has been formed by rebel prides." Tammers tried to explain to the little man.
"That's nice, but it doesn't explain why you through yourself out of slip stream in the middle of no where at speeds that would have killed you all." Beka had to say something, it didn't make sence. "Anasazi was tracking us past the Caldarin's home world, they moved into intercept and we were greatly outnumbered so blew our engines going into slipstream."
Beka had to admit it was a good plan, but no one that she knew of, other than she, could control a ship going that fast. She looked down at the girl, Anjel, with a slight twinge of jealously. She had competition now, fun.
"I need everyone out of here who doesn't need to be here." Trance looked at the crowed room, she needed to speak to the girl alone, and it was just too crowded. Everyone filled out except for the boy and Tammers, who said he needed to be there with Alex.
"She will be ok for a while, let me see him." Trance moved to take the child and inject him with nano bots.
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"Trance give me what you've got." Dylan ordered as droids pushed the now unconscious girl to sick bay. The small child was being carried by the young man, who had explained himself to be the child's body guard. He had been sedated, but only because they couldn't determine how much pain killer to give him.
"Moderate blood loss, some internal bleeding, and intestinal bruising. She'll be ok." Trance smiled. Dylan knew that she knew something that she was holding back, but he had learned that Trance would tell everything when it was time.
"How's our intruder?" Dylan asked, but he already knew.
"Dead." The young man said it flatly, as if it was just a fact. He was more a boy than a man really, 20, 21 perhaps. He had a strong build, which was nicely accented by his dark skin, obviously neitzchean.
"What's your name son?" Dylan asked in one of those grandfatherly tones. The boy cringed at the use of son, probably implying that he was an orphan, or something worse.
"Tammers Orleans, sir." He pointed to the unconscious girl on the stretcher, "She is Captain Anjel Ragnor, sir."
Captain? The girl couldn't have been more than 17 or 18. How was she a captain of a ship? Dylan exchanged glances with trance and now Beka, who had just arrived. Where had she been the whole time? Probably looking over the new ship in their hangers. Dylan had to admit that it was a very nice, very fast looking machine. Beka didn't seem happy though. Probably because the new ship was really making the Maru look like a garbage hauler.
"I'm Captain Valentine, you said there was a message for me." Beka pressed towards Tamers, who was still cradling the unnamed child in his arms. He quickly moved to place the child in front of him, both displaying the small boy and using him as a shield.
"I don't know about any message ma'am." It was true, where the hell did she get that idea from?
"Why do I have the feeling that you are not curriers? I mean, curriers don't rip out of slip stream going mach 30. Would you mind telling me what's really going on?" Asserting his rank, Dylan pressed Tammers for information.
Tammy was willing to give it. "Sir, we are guards entrusted to protect the are to the Drago Catsoph pride. We were instructed to hide, this boy, Drago Alexander, until he is ready to take the place of alpha."
"Wait a minute," this time it was Harper, who had appeared outside of the med bay doors. "the Drago Catsoph were obliterated into tiny pieces by or favorite little Neitzchean."
"Tyr Anasazi, yes we know. He was not able to destroy the entire pride because they were to widely scattered. But not every Neitchean believes that he is the one to unite the prides. A collision has been formed by rebel prides." Tammers tried to explain to the little man.
"That's nice, but it doesn't explain why you through yourself out of slip stream in the middle of no where at speeds that would have killed you all." Beka had to say something, it didn't make sence. "Anasazi was tracking us past the Caldarin's home world, they moved into intercept and we were greatly outnumbered so blew our engines going into slipstream."
Beka had to admit it was a good plan, but no one that she knew of, other than she, could control a ship going that fast. She looked down at the girl, Anjel, with a slight twinge of jealously. She had competition now, fun.
"I need everyone out of here who doesn't need to be here." Trance looked at the crowed room, she needed to speak to the girl alone, and it was just too crowded. Everyone filled out except for the boy and Tammers, who said he needed to be there with Alex.
"She will be ok for a while, let me see him." Trance moved to take the child and inject him with nano bots.