Author's Notes: This is my first serious attempt at an Andromeda fanfic, so it will likely be a little rough around the edges. It would also be good to note that I'm writing this after only having seen through Season 2. Therefore, a lot of my information may be out of date for those of you who have seen through Season 4. Also, some of my spelling is going to be off; despite my best efforts, I haven't found spellings for a lot of the more technical words. If anyone knows, please do mention them in your reviews. Thanks.

Andromeda: Identity, Please

"Of all the questions in the Universe,

Perhaps the most important is this:

Who am I?"

Magog Wayist Reverend Behemiel,

Ways of the Divine, C.Y. 10067

"Beka, remember what happened to us last time we went looking for an abandoned High Guard warship?" Dylan Hunt asked, trying to keep a disbelieving grin off his face and largely failing.

"We got attacked by insane androids," Beka Valentine answered. "Trust me, I remember. They nearly made mincemeat out of the Maru. But it'll be different this time."

"And how can you be so sure of that?" the Captain returned. "Have you spoken with Trance about it, or what? Because merely promising me that it'll be different the second time around isn't going to convince me to put this ship or my crew at risk like that again."

Beka put her fists on her hips, trying not to loose her patience. "No, I haven't spoken with Trance. In fact, I'm trying not to let her in on this until later. Besides, she wants to go with Harper to Ciinti to work on one of his experiments in cooperation with the Perseids."

"You haven't spoken with her because you know what she'll say." Dylan turned and started down the corridor again, bound for command. "And frankly, I'd have to agree with her. The risk is too great, and the potential rewards aren't worth that risk. I'm sorry, Beka, but it's too dangerous."

"Okay, there are two major differences between this job and the one on the Pax Magellanic," Beka raised her voice as she hurried after Dylan. Even at a near jog, she couldn't quite match his pace. It was the pace he used when he was finished talking about something. "One, the Pax was a Heavy Cruiser, like the Andromeda. The Valkyrie Hammer is a frigate; it's much smaller, with far fewer armaments. It wouldn't be a match for the Andromeda, even if it were operational. And that brings me to my second point. A contact of mine says he's been on board the Valkyrie. It's pretty much torn to shreds; there's nothing left on board that would present a threat to us."

Dylan stopped and turned to face Beka. "And how reliable is this contact of yours?"

Beka looked insulted that he would ask such a thing. "Reliable enough that I've used him for the past five years without any problems."

"And he isn't, by chance, a Nightsider, is he?"

She didn't miss the jibe in that one, and grinned a bit in spite of herself. "No, he's a Perseid actually. You know how skittish they are. If he thought the Valkyrie was safe enough to board, it'll be a piece of cake for us."

Dylan gave an exasperated snort. "Where have I heard that one before?" He started walking again, leaving Beka scurrying after him. "I'm still not convinced. Maybe – just maybe – we'll check it out after we're done with our review of the new Mobius defense corps. But right now, I've got more important things to worry about."

"Come on, Dylan," Beka started again. "Don't you want to know what happened to her? She was destroyed in combat, that's what all the damage is from. And my contact says she was operational less then three years ago."

That stopped Dylan in his tracks. He turned to face Beka again. "Three years ago? But that would be –"

"About the same time my crew and I pulled you out of the black hole," she finished for him. "I know, and that's the strange part about all this. Someone was using her up until three years ago, and then she was finally put out of commission – permanently. Personally, I'd like to know whether it was High Guard manning her, or someone else. And I'd like to know why she was attacked."

Dylan exhaled slowly, his eyes distant. "Yeah, so would I," he said softly. "So would I." He was silent a moment longer before snapping back to the present. "All right, we'll go take a look. But we've only got a few days until we're supposed to be at Mobius. And," he went on, pointing a finger at Beka, "if anything goes wrong, I'm blaming you." He started back toward command.

Beka held up her hands. "Right, fine," she said after him. "Won't be the first time."