By Erin_Cale
Disclaimer: See first part.
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Dylan lay in his bed, trying to recapture the precious sleep that had been stolen from him earlier. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to drift off. Sighing, he cast off his blanket and got up. He got some water and began to pace, sipping the water thoughtfully as he went.
He found his thoughts drifting back to Kathryn. His mind’s eye was filled with the image of her smile and her eyes. He wanted to see her smile again, wanted to see those eyes look at him, their cool blue depths seeming to discern all of his secrets without blinking.
“Andromeda, where is Kathryn?” he asked, rubbing his eyes and pulling on his gray turtleneck.
“In the Mechanics Bay with Harper.”
“Doing what?”
“Well, Tyr thinks that she is telling Harper to build something that will end up destroying us all.”
Dylan sighed again. “Tyr’s still up? I would’ve thought he’d be asleep by now.”
“He’s still up, along with Rev, Harper, Kathryn, Trance...”
“Is anybody asleep?” Dylan asked in slight annoyance. “Beka,” Andromeda replied. “However, Trance is in her quarters.” Andromeda paused slightly before continuing. “Captain, I detected a flash in Trance’s quarters twenty minutes ago.”
“A flash? Can you be more specific?”
“There was a flash in Trance’s quarters. Then Trance began talking to someone whose presence I couldn’t detect in a language that I couldn’t understand. Finally, there was another flash and Trance appeared to be very frustrated.”
“Huh.” Dylan rubbed his eyes. “I think that Kathryn will know something about this. I’m going to go down and see her.”
“Do you want me to tell her that you’re coming?” Andromeda asked.
“No. I would rather that she not know in advance.”
“Yes sir.”
Dylan marched out of his quarters, heading for the machine shop at a brisk pace. Andromeda watched him closely, waiting for the coming confrontation. As a precaution, she also insured that three ‘bots would be nearby when Dylan entered the machine shop. As a warship, she had learned that sometimes it was better to be overly cautious. But then there were also times when you had to go in blazing. Though she much preferred the latter, she knew that this was not one of those times. So she watched and she silently hoped that it wouldn’t come to a firefight.
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