Note- Sorry for the wait people but most the writes of this story along with myself have just started school so it may be slow but please bare with us. And Reviews will improve our Words Per Min.

Part 32

Beka's POV

After Rommie left I had nothing to do but think; think about what they had done to me, to Trance. She was dead and I was going blind all because of those aliens. I wasn't fooling myself. I didn't trust that alien as far as I could throw him. I doubted that he'd help me. He'd probably kill me if he got half a chance. Which was why I didn't want to let him anywhere near me ever again.

Except I knew Rommie was right. If there was any hope of reversing what they'd done to me so I could see again, it lay with him. I hated that. I knew it meant that I'd have to let him near me again, let him touch me again. I shuddered at the thought. I had no choice, though. I didn't want to go blind but I thought that it was going to happen regardless. I could barely see anything anymore; although I knew the Andromeda so well I could still find my way around her.

And I'd always know my crew. That I was sure of. Some things you never lose. But what I was losing---.

It made me angry. They'd had no right to do what they did, no right at all. I didn't care what their reasons were, whatever they were. They had to pay. They had to. They would; I'd make sure of it, if it was the last thing I ever did.
********************************************************I was getting restless and I wanted to do something. Resting wasn't cutting it for me. Then, almost like the Divine had heard and answered my prayer or something, I heard the sounds of a commotion outside. A fight was going on. My friends, my crew, my family needed my help. I was going to help them. I didn't care that Rommie had said it would take a few days for me to recover. I didn't have a few days. I was needed NOW!

I climbed off the bed and began stumbling around, looking for a weapon. Not an easy thing to do in Medical even if I was at the top of my game. Which I wasn't. But I guess the Divine must have still been on my side because I stumbled across a weapon. A force lance. Don't ask me how it got there. I have no clue. Maybe somebody figured I'd feel better and cooperate more if I had a weapon available. In any case, I wasn't knocking my good fortune in finding it.

I activated it and stumbled to the door. I was right. From what I could see, Rommie was in deep trouble. I had to do something. "That's enough. Leave my friends alone, you bitch. Whoever you are."

"Beka, I'm Trance."

"Liar." I hissed. "Trance is dead. You're one of them , aren't you? Now step away from Rommie or you'll get it. I swear I'll kill you."

"Beka—."

"Don't give me the 'I'm Trance' spiel again because I'm not buying it. I mean it. Now shut up and do what I say."

The strange being, which claimed to be Trance but I knew better, apparently decided that it would be prudent not to piss me off anymore than I already was. I made out a movement from her that I took to be her following my orders and moving away from Rommie.

I moved over to Rommie. "Are you all right?" She didn't answer me, just kept repeating 'not logical' over and over again. "You bitch! You hurt her. That's it. You die now." I aimed the force lance and shot it.

It's not a smart thing to do when you can't see well enough to aim properly; I realize that. I just wasn't thinking at the time. Well, I was but only about how pissed off I was about everything that had happened. Naturally, my aim was off and I missed by a mile.

Then all of a sudden she slammed into me, knocking me off my feet and the force lance out of my hands. We were rolling all over the place, screaming and pummeling each other. She kept screaming that I should stop, that she was Trance.

I'll give her points for consistency but I wasn't stupid. Blind, yes. Stupid, no. Plus this thing had hurt Rommie and I wasn't going to let her get away with that.

So we're fighting and crashing into everything we could. And I was getting tired. Damn! Rommie was right. I wasn't back to full condition yet. If I ever would be—It was all their fault.

And she was one of them. With my last ounce of strength I managed to twist around so that I was in a good position to—I bit down really hard on her arm. She shrieked and let go. I forced myself up, even though I was spent. I couldn't give up. There was too much at stake. I had to find my force lance and kill her. I was hunting all over for it. But it was barely a minute before I dropped again from exhaustion. Then something hit me from behind and that was the last thing I knew.