He glanced down at his flexi, which had all the stats about Dean's ship, Dylan Hunt was attempting to board. Dylan Hunt could have Beka. He was a kind man after all; Dean had come to the decision to keep Beka alive, in case she was needed again in the future and because he did not want the Nietzschean race on his tail, if he killed their beloved Matriarch. That was something that would ruin all his plans.
Let him come. However, don't make it too easy, he thought to himself. So Dean sent out guards for Dylan to kill, guards he would replace soon enough, he was getting bored of seeing the same faces all the time anyway.
"Rommie? Can you locate Beka?"Whispered Dylan to the android, ten steps ahead. She turned around and motioned for him to creep closer. Pointing left, they continued, treading lightly on the metal floor. Rommie knew they had already been detected and was on the lookout for Dean's puppets, a forcelance already clasped tightly in her hand.
They turned a corner and walked straight into a gaggle of guards blocking them from continuing any further on their journey.
"Damn it." Groaned Dylan, opening fire on the two men and dodging back around the corner. "Rommie! Hold these guys off whilst I go get Beka!"
Rommie turned to look at him and nodded, enjoying the carnage in front of her, she was- after all- a warship.
"Dylan turn left, go forward twenty yards, turn left again and enter the door in front of you, Beka should be in there." Shouted Rommie over the screams, she wished this lot would attempt to put up some sort of fight.
"Thank you Rommie." Dylan liked it when people where direct with their directions and onwards he went, away from the sounds of gunfire and shouts. Through the dark, black corridors of the ship, he still wanted to blow up. Eventually he arrived at the door that was very kindly unlocked.
"It's my lucky day."
He entered, somewhat cockily, expecting to see Beka rush towards him a look of relief in her eyes. Instead, he found stood with a gun to her head, a gun being held by the lovely Dean. It was never easy.
"Hello, Dylan." Said Beka, "I think it was a trap."
"Beka, are you alright?"
"No, but we can discuss that later." She attempted a smile at her hero, but it didn't come, pretending to be all right with her current situation was making her tired. They both noticed how
tired the other one looked, dreary eyes, downturned mouths. It also looked like Beka had been crying.
"Wanna get out of here?" Asked Dylan, holding up his Forcelance. Dean, have I shown you my forcelance?
"I'm a little busy at the moment Dylan." Beka answered sarcastically, nodding to the man on her right whose hand was gripped tightly around her arm.
Dean was getting bored with the interaction; he was in the mood for a fight. Not to the death, of course. But one where Dylan walks away with a bloody nose.
"Dylan, you may have Beka back, I'm feeling generous today, in the mood for sharing." He rubbed his hand up Beka's arm, felt her pull away at the touch and, with a grin, noticing Dylan's eyes narrow.
"That's very generous of you, Dean." Dylan stood there. He hated this man. Wanted to rip him apart.
"But, there is one condition; I still want you to prove to me you want her back. I mean why would I give her up if you don't want her back? It seems unfair." Dean continued in a singsong voice.
They locked eyes with other, daring each other on. May the best man win.
Seconds ticked by, nobody moved.
This is getting tedious, thought Beka. She knew that Dean did not intend to die today, and that the only reason she was stuck here was because both men were too stubborn to start something they did not want to. Dean, having seen the angry look in Dylan's eye was wondering whether it was suicide to get into a fight with him, at least at this hour. Therefore,Beka's conclusion was it was all down to her.
Screwing her courage to the sticking place, she ducked under Dean's arm, pulling it up over her head and somehow managed to get him on the floor.Silently cursing at the pain that had appeared in her own side again. She had heard something crack too, she hoped it was his back.Beka grabbed for his gun and with a laugh at the pathetic, confused expression on his face- she fired. The blast hit him straight in the gut.
Dylan stood there blinking, shocked at how rapidly Beka had seemingly saved the day.
"Should I fire again?" She asked- to Dean or Dylan, she was not sure. Dean did not answer, he was too busy doubling up in pain. Dylan however,cautiously walked over to Beka and took the gun from her. Brushing his hand over hers as he did. That had been rather violent andwas not completely sure whether she was sane or not. When he received a smile and not a hole in his head, he knew his Beka was back.
"Let's go Beka." He dragged her to the doorway, not noticing the look of pain pass over her face. They ran back to Rommie, leaving Dean unconscious on the floor. Rommie was sat on the floor, catching and throwing her forcelance up in the air, she smiled widely as she saw her captain and first officer running towards her. The smile dropped when she saw the blood forming on what was left of Beka's top, just above her hip. Neither of them seemed to have noticed.
"You got her?"
"Yes! Now run, Rommie, we want to get out of here as soon as we can."
Rommie nodded, she would have to query Beka on the blood later. She knew that whatever the reason, it could not be good.