ok this is one of those chapters that I have to force myself to do, yes I know it has been a month , but hey, im pregnant, my husband is in Iraq, and my co-writer hasn't been here to inspire me.

"Beka get the Maru ready! Now!" Anjel screamed into her communicator as she fought her way through the mob. She found that if she used the main routes it was actually easier to get past people and evade the drift lawmen. Most of the people on this drift were used to the TLE chasing after street rats, and Anjel sure did look like a street rat.

She was perhaps half way to the Maru and already she was covered in construction waste and sewage. Sure it had smelled bad, but the sewer was her best way of evading the patrol bots. Well actually that was true until she was literally flushed out by the TLE. A Nietzschean can hold their breath for a while, but not when they are gagging. Anjel just assumed that the fault was part of her human genetics.

At least now the smell helped clear her path. The patrol bots blared above her, showing the police where exactly in the crowd she was. Fortunately for Anjel, commonwealth were trained never to harm bystanders, and there were a hell of a lot of the between Anjel and her pursuers. But they were getting closer, and Anjel could feel the bacteria seeping into her exposed flesh. ok, either they will catch me and kill me, or I will catch some shit disease and die from that. I hate my lifeAnjel thought, but really she had other things to worry about , especially with the sirens being sounded and her face being posted on all of the drift screens. Thankfully she rounded around a corner to see the Maru.
Beka sat in the pilot seat fiddling with her new gun. It was a nice gun, but it was a tad big to carry in her holster. Maybe she could carry it like Tyr did with his gauze rifle.

The thought of Tyr made her stomach churn a little. She still had feelings for him. Actually feelings was an understatement. She loved him, maybe more than she loved Dylan. Dylan, did she love him? That was debatable, she cared for him, believed in him and everything he stood for, but did she love him? Could she see herself being married to the Captain Dylan Hunt? Could she have little Hunt/valentines running amuck? Did she want that? Of course Dylan did, there was no question. But still the question lingered, what about Tyr? Did she want children with him? At one point the answer was yes. Could she have been Mrs. Anasazi? Probably if it weren't for that little thing called genes.

If by some remote chance Tyr asked, would she go back? Could she betray Dylan. Could she leave the safety and comfort of Hunt for the raw primallism of Anasazi? WHY AM I EVEN THINKING OF THIS!!! Dylan is a good guy, damnit he's a great guy! Tyr betrayed you Beka, he doesn't care about you

"Beka (kschhhhhhhh)the Mar(kschhhhh) Now!"

Beka shot up at Anjel's voice. For a moment she thought that Anjel had heard her every thought, but that was crazy, wasn't it? Well Trance could probably do it so who knows.

"Huh? Say again?" she said into her communicator.

Nothing but static

"Anjel?"

Then the sirens went off.
(ok author is taking a quick break for watermelon, tai and whip cream. hey don't know it until you try it)
"She's heading for the docking bays! Cut her off before she reaches the ships!" Thanks to her Nietzschean ears, Anjel heard that 50 yards ahead. They sirens had been blaring for a good minute now, but it seemed like an eternity.

Now they weren't just getting out of her way because of the smell, they were literally clearing a path. Anjel didn't have any objections to that, hell it was time to haul ass! And indeed she did.

30 yards: a civilian thought he would be a hero and tried to stop Anjel by grabbing her robe. hehe, stupid human. Anjel shoved her palm into her attacker's nose and he fell instantly. Sure she could have killed him, and she actually might have, but she had bigger fish on her plate. But when he fell he took the wayist robe with him. Great, just great.

20 yards: In only a tank and a thong, Anjel hauled ass towards the docking bay. The patrol bots were dead on her, and the TLE were hot on her heels, but it was only 20 yard to the Maru, she could make it.

15 yards: her path was cut off. She hadn't been fast enough. A large barricade of TLE officers with big guns blocked her way. The civilians had cleared the street by now and Anjel was out of places to hide.

She was so close!!Damnit. WHY GOD WHY!!! Grudgingly Anjel placed her ands on her head and dropped to her knees. well, it was a good try girlshe thought as the TLE slowly began to move in. She was beat, what more could she do? She knew that they wouldn't shoot her in plain sight, so she was buying precious minutes of life. Something shook Anjel's surroundings, causing every TLE scum bag to head for cover. Anjel looked up to find the source of the commotion. The Maru. Note to self; buy Beka a something pretty, something big and pretty.Anjel smiled as she jumped to grab the edge of the loading ramp that Beka had lowered for her. Some of the TLE had gotten their senses together and started firing, but it was too late. Anjel was aboard and the ramp was closing.
(ok past the part that I had to force out of me, lets get on to the fun.)
"Prepare for slip stream" Beka called through the Maru. Anjel really didn't care. She lay on the loading ramp in aw of how lucky she had just been. Sure she was covered in sewage, her clothes were ruined, she had 5 out of 5 bloody bone blades, Valen had lied when he said she hadn't broken anything (maybe), the sewage had washed off the ointment so her bruises were returning, and she may have not be able to move from her current position for a while, but she was damn lucky.

Slip stream tossed her to the end of the ship like a rag doll. She winced, cursing herself for not listening to Beka. She soon got used to being pushed against the hual. It actually became quite comfortable, but it was short lived because The Maru soon exited slip stream , forcing Anjel to the floor again. Anjel landed on her feet, and amazingly stayed that way. Ok maybe she wasn't that bad off after all.
Beka set the auto pilot and unstrapped herself from the pilot's chair. They were 3 jumps from Andromeda, and should be back in a little over 6 hours. She walked back to see how Anjel was doing. Anjel met her halfway.

"I love you." she smiled and attempted to hug the older woman.

Bake caught the smell and jumped back. She aimed her gun at Anjel as if to warn her not to come closer. "Uh Uh." Beka yelled.

Anjel looked confused for a moment, but then sniffed herself. "yeah... im gonna go take a shower."
"So how did you do? Dylan asked from his quarters. Bake had hailed him as soon as she made her second jump. He had been sleeping, but he shot up when Andromeda had informed him the Maru was sending transmiions.

"Good, if you call good almost getting killed." she said sarcastically and smiled. Dylan laughed, "Well, Im sorry to hear that Captain Valentine. Maybe you deserve a little R&R."

Beka's smiled widened seductively, "you know it."
ok that was the forced one. I promise to write more, now that I have the bitchy chapter out of the way.