Part 7
Dylan's POV
I couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. As much as I wanted to find her, I didn't want to see her
lying in this barren wasteland having slowly frozen to death. It just wouldn't have been a fitting
end for Beka Valentine.
I looked around at my crew and could see similar expressions on their faces. Well, really only
just on Harpers. That boy wore his heart on his sleeve. Tyr on the other hand was wearing the
best poker face I had ever seen. He turned to me and for a second I could see some form of
happiness shine through the anger, but it was quickly blocked again by righteous indignation.
"Well, Captain Hunt it appears she isn't here. What do you suggest we do now?"
I honestly had no idea, but somehow I didn't think that was the answer Tyr was looking for. I
tried to look as if I was busy contemplating our newest problem but I knew I was failing
miserably. I just could hold back the endless tirade of self-reproach my subconscious was feeding
to me. It's your fault, Dylan. You sent her here. If it wasn't for you she would be back on the
Andromeda working out or trying to coax you out of your self-imposed hybernation.
The steady stream of loathing was broken when Harper looked up and said, "I'm going to check if
the Maru can still fly."
I knew what he didn't say was it would give me something to do. Rather than sit around and
watch you two mope.
"Go ahead, Harper. Tyr and I will try and find a way to find Beka." I knew I was asking a lot
even as I spoke. Tyr and I get along right now? Not likely, but for Beka I might just be able to
coax him into a uneasy alliance. Maybe.
I looked out of the cockpit window and over the winter wasteland. I'll find you Beka. Or I'll die
trying.