Chapter 7: A quick lift-off.
Forgetting the person in his arms. Tyr growled and took a step forward. A single shot is heard. Tyr closed his eyes thinking the worst. When he felt nothing he opened his eyes to watch the slave-runner fall to the ground.
Dead.
Finally.
Tyr laughed out loud and spat on the unmoving body. Finally looking up he spotted Trance standing in the docking bay doors with a gun in her hands
"I thought you might need some help." She shrugged. "Now hurry up. It's almost time to leave." The small band raced to the open doors. Tyr stumbled towards the beds and strapped Harper into the nearest one and Beka and Dylan closed the door. The second they are latched Trance is lifting the ship into the air. As they pulled away from the slave ship, it shuddered violently. Time seemed to freeze, long seconds stretched before the ship exploded leaving only a fiery orange ball in the black stillness of space.The Maru tossed about from side to side a bit from the force but mostly unharmed.
As things began to calm down. The awake crew members began to look at Trance. One by one, a look of shock on each of there faces.
She cringed. "What didn't you like my help?" She asked worried about their reactions. They laughed slightly. It was Dylan that finally spoke up.
"Weren't you on the ship?"
She grinned once she knew that she wasn't getting into trouble and then looked over at Harper. "I just thought that you guys might need a quick lift-off." She smirked at them. "Call it a hunch" Together the four laughed softly safe and headed back to the Andromeda with their friend safe at last.
TBC…
TBC...No that wasn't the end...just short chapter so that I could leave you with that evil cliffhanger...What do you guys think about a squeal? Like the idea? If so let me know and I might be able to work it into my plans.....