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Condemned
SUMMARY: A decision is made, which is bad news to everyone else. Pain. Then, the war begins. WOW! Sucky summary...
SPOILERS: All seasons. Takes place during Seefra, with Rommie Avatar working and not evil, and everyone. But ALL main characters that have been on the show, will be here. EVERYONE! (Main Character Wise!)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own nothin'!
"I don't know what you're talking about." Dylan stated, though he had an idea of what he was in for.
"Ha! My ship is currently headed toward a slip-stream portal, that will work for me, and me alone. I will be among the known worlds in a matter of no time. You, sir, are on a dying ship, no power, and coincidently, no crew. I have them. Let me explain further." The man on the screen grinned as if he got to open his Christmas presents a week before the actual day.
"One of your number is currently out of commission, forever. An android, probably your ship's avatar, is smoldering at the bottom of my deck. Beyond repair. But, I have no need to guess. I know everything. Andromeda is dying, supporting you. 'Rommie' is a burning mess." He took this opportunity to lick his lips.
"2 of your number has escaped, but I am currently tracking them down. They do not deserve to go back to the known worlds, so I will banish them on different Seefra planets. Yes, Trance's suns will burn the planets to a crisp, and them with it."
"One of the escaped prisoners is like the one that is un-fixable! Another android, with blonde hair. Let's not beat around the bush. Doyle. The other was Nietchien, Rhade."
"The other 4 I have in my mists. A tough looking Nietchien, Tyr, a blonde pilot captain, Beka, a certain gold girl, Trance, and an annoying engineer, Harper. What I do with the rest is my business. But I like games." The man hissed, as Dylan winced. The worst news was coming, he could feel it.
"You may ask for one of the 6 prisoners. They will be banished, with you, on the same Seefra planet. Just you two, in the harsh Seefra system. I changed my mind about banishing the two run-aways. They will come with me. The android will burn like her sister, and the other will accompany the others. Your choice."
The man sneered, waving his hand at Dylan. But the mysterious man was not finished. "So, what will it be! One of the two Nietchiens, your first officer, your medical-miracle gold girl, your chief engineer, the droid! If you do not pick Doyle, she will burn. I'm sorry, but Rommie is not an option. So! Is it Tyr, Rhade, Beka, Trance, Doyle, or Harper? Make your choice."
Dylan flinched. This was the hardest decision he had ever had to make. There was no way out. This man, that Dylan didn't even know his name, had out-smarted him. He had kidnapped his whole crew, hijacked his ship. Now, he was on a dying ship, banished to a Seefra planet, where Trance's sun would burn him alive soon. He could only pick one of his friends, his family. A thought flickered across Dylan's mind. But he was very doubtful if it would work.
"Your answer, or you have no one." The man snapped. Dylan, out of fear, whispered, "Trance"
The man smiled, said, "Done!" Then snapped his fingers. The communication stopped. He felt the ship underneath him lurch. He watched as a bright yellow surrounded him. He watched in sadness at the empty Command deck, as he slowly faded away.
As he blinked, he saw he was in a hut, crudely made. Yep. Seefra. He vaguely wondered what Seefra Planet he was on, and how close the sun was. As he stepped outside, still in his daze, he gazed up at the sky.
(NOTE: I'm not sure if this is right. If you KNOW FOR A FACT this isn't true, tell me so I can change it...)
A large blazing sun was to the west, almost entirely hidden by mountains. It's duplicate was higher than it, and was right above the mountains, as if a star on a Christmas tree top.
Someone put a hand on Dylan's shoulder, in a caring way. Dylan whipped around, panic engulfing his senses. "It's alright, Dylan. It's me." The golden alien stated as her golden curly hair hung over her confused eyes.
"Trance. Which Seefra planet are we on?" Dylan asked. Trance's twin suns were too close for comfort.
"Seefra-3... Why?"
"Why what!" Dylan asked distractively.
"Why did you pick me?"
"You could have gotten us all out of this mess. Or, you could have stopped your suns. How long have I been out?"
Trance shuffled her feet. "Um, well, you need to rest Dylan. All this activity has probably worn you out." She said, avoiding the question, eyes diverted down.
"I'm fine. How long!"
"12 months."
"12! 12 months! How is that even possible!"
"The Andromeda crashed onto here. That man released me, and sent me here. I've cared for you. You refused to wake up. An after thought of your decision."
"What do you mean!"
"You picked me, and condemned 5 others to who knows what." Trance answered sadly.
"I need to sit." Dylan gasped as the information sunk in. He looked at the burning suns, and felt Trance's knowing eyes on him. She was keeping something from him.
"Trance, is there anything else!" Dylan asked, as he watched Trance shuffle her feet. "Well, there is some good news, and some bad news. The good news is that when...that man, who is called Fradie, went to slip stream, he actually got to the known worlds."
Dylan looked up, then yelled exasperatedly, "That's the good news! I don't think I want to hear the bad news!" Trance shook her head, then continued. "I'm not done yet. By successfully piloting back to the known worlds, he has made a...rift. It is slowly sucking the rest of Seefra back to the known worlds. So, the rest of Seefra will be saved, and us with it."
Dylan held his aching head in his hands as he asked for the bad news. "Well, while it did make a rift for Seefra, it also made a 'time rift'. People and places can interchange. The past is being blended with the future, and the present is in the middle. Also, other dimensions are 'blending'. It's not supposed to."
Dylan had no idea why it was so important, but he trusted the sound in Trance's voice. "Okay, so what do we do?" Dylan asked.
"Wait to get pulled back."
"How is the times getting mixed up?" Dylan asked, still trying to make sense of it all. "The worlds, and people, are being drawn to the rift. If it successfully reaches the rift, the present time planet will be replaced by a present or future planet, or worse, a parallel dimension."
Dylan stopped trying to understand. "You will understand later. Once we get to the other side, we can del with that...and finding the rest of your crew."
