Part 3
Tyr's POV
Part Three
Enraged at the idiocy of the situation, I stride past Harper and back the Captain up a few steps
from the sheer force of my entry. When my face is mere inches away from Dylan's, I sneer, "Well
Captain, you sent Beka off on the foolhardy suicide mission despite my advice against it. What
are you going to do to bring her back safe and sound?"
Before Dylan can frame a response, I rail, "First contact with an unknown race and you left her
hanging with no support or backup. What were you thinking?"
Without permitting a reply, I thunder, "You weren't. All you were concerned with was getting
another pat on the back from the Vedrans. While you spent your time showing off your newest
medal and making time with any female who gave you a second look, Beka put her life on the
line. Worse, you made me and the rest of the crew watch you sit on your laurels, rather than let
me take the Andromeda to back her up. I hold you responsible for this mess."
Grasping the little bit of ribbon on Dylan's uniform in one clenched fist, I tell him, "If you don't
figure out a way to get her back here safe and sound, I'm going to make you eat those medals."
Suddenly I notice a small tugging on the back of my chainmail. "What do you want Harper?" I
ask without letting go of my hold on Dylan.
"I enjoy a good beating as much as the next guy. But while beating Dylan might make you feel
better; it won't help Beka." I glower at the little man; but he has a valid point. "I want her back as
much as you do," Harper continues, "but we need to work together to make that happen."
"Fine. You work with Dylan," I scowl, "I can't believe I'm saying this but; right now, I prefer the
company of Trance's plants to this narcissus. Andromeda, where is Trance? I get the feeling that
finding Beka is going to require some of her special mojo."
"Jeez," I snort as I release Captain Hunt, "You've reduced me to asking for the help of the mystic
pixie. When we get Beka back, you will pay for that Dylan."