She knew Dylan was hailing her, but ignored it.

"Sorry Dylan," she mumbled, "but I'm not coming back. I have to do this. For Harper." The Nietzchean ship was still around, so it only took her a few minutes to get there. "Now, how to get in," she mumbled. She hadn't really devised a plan yet. She hailed the ship.

"Nietzchean ship, I am here to negotiate. Let me on board." The Nietzchean leader showed up on her screen, grinning.

"I thought we said, no negotiation." Beka tilted her head.

"The Andromeda has far more firepower than your ship, you know that. You don't want to risk a fight." The Nietzhean grinned.

"Ah, but if you blow my ship up, you kill your little friend. You wouldn't want that, would you?" Beka faked a giggle.

"What, Harper? The little mudfoot? Do you really think we care about what happens to him?" The Nietzcheans grin faded.

"So why are you here to negotiate then?" He didn't seem so sure of himself anymore.

"It wouldn't look good on our records, would it," Beka snarled, "if we abandon a crewman, no matter how lowly. However, we might not be left with any choice...that would be tragic, wouldn't it?" The Nietzchean looked agitated.

"Very well, come aboard then," he said. We will be waiting for you in the hangar bay. Beka turned off the comm and grinned.

"And now...we play."

"What the hell is she doing," Dylan mumbled. "How does she think she could possibly take that ship out?"

"Dylan," Rommie said, "they're opening the hangar bay. They're letting the Maru in." Dylan shook his head.

"What is she doing?"

After Beka had managed to locate Harper on the map, she got ready to leave the Maru, but not the way they thought she would. There was another exit, less noticable, and while the Nietzcheans waited for her to come out, she sneaked up on them from behind and shot them all down.

"I wouldn't negotiate with you if you paid me," she snapped. "Now, I'm going to find Harper." She looked at one of the Nietzcheans, a female one.

"I didn't think they brought women aboard their ships," she said to herself. "But this proves an interesting possibility..."

Harper sighed. It felt like years had gone, and no one had come to rescue him. Why? What was happening? Why hadn't they come to rescue him yet? He looked around him. Someone was coming, and the guard looked up towards the stairs.

"Who's there?" he said.

"I've come to take the prisoner," said a familiar voice. Could it be...it sounded like...Beka? She came down the stairs, dressed in what looked like the attire a Nietzchean female would wear. The guard frowned.

"I don't recognise you." Beka gave him an annoyed glance.

"I really don't care," she stated, "I've come to take the prisoner.

"I've heard nothing about this," the guard said, "I'd like to ask the captain..." He was cut off when Beka's boot made contact with his face. He retaliated, but was beaten down again, until he wasn't moving. Beka leant down to check his pulse.

"He'll be fine. Come on Harper, let's get you out of here. We'll have to pretend you're my prisoner. Ok?" Harper swallowed. She'd come for him, even though he hadn't been there for her. His eyes fell on the thick red scars on her wrists, and he fought to drag his eyes away, but he couldn't. She noticed where he was looking and, self-conscious, hid her arms behind her back.

"Harper!" she said, her voice shivering, "we have to go!" Harper dragged himself up, and they were on their way.