Harper checked everything one last time. According to Tyr, Raa was able to keep one small line connected to the Beagle’s main computer. Staring at the three he chose, he smiled. "Well, I’ll see you three in a second."

Harper watched as his top three engineers jacked into the Beagle. Sighing, he slipped the jack in and fell back.

"Hey guys, let’s hurry this up and get back to our bodies. I want this damn war over with so that I can do the sex thing." Harper laughed and opened the first file. It was time to trash Onnika’s plans.

* * *

Onnika stared at her computers as they tried to tell her that they were all dead of radiation poisoning and that it was a balmy 62 degrees at the same time. Screaming, she leaned over her console. "Fire, I want the Andromeda blown out of my space!"

"But Mistress, the Ancestor..." The main fire control tech hesitated.

"I don’t care about the damned Ancestor, I’ll make another Dylan just like I made a Rhade." Onnika strode over to the tech and threw him out of his seat. Leaning over the console, she fired two missiles at Andromeda. Both impacted. Grinning, she opened two special ports on the Beagle’s outer surface.

"I’ll kill you, Ancestor. Come a little closer and I’ll show you how to use a Nova bomb." Onnika snarled

Behind her several of her fire crew gathered together.

* * *

"Rommie open a channel to Onnika and to the Beagle." Dylan shouted.

"Yes, Captain." Rommie hesitated. "Channel open."

"Onnika! Stop this now. I know you have modified the ports to fire Nova bombs but do you realize that if you use one of them on us, it will kill everyone within this solar system. Including your daughter."

Onnika appeared on the screen. "I can create another. I’ve modified these bombs, they are neater, surgicial weapons. You will land and give the ship to me."

"I can’t do that Onnika. Rommie and I have a mission to make sure the Magog never take over this galaxy or any other."

"Then die, Ancestor." She sneered and cut the transmission. Snarling she reached for the firing control.

* * *

"Tyr, we have trouble. Onnika has just opened two ports on the Beagle’s outer surface. They are different than most. These have been modified to fire surface to air Nova bombs. Tyr, if she uses that on us, it will destroy this system, the Beagle, and Andromeda." Ma’ctor said over the intercom. "Tyr, she is not sane. This, as Harper would say, so does not act Nietzy. We can’t out run it. And we just recorded three slipstream portals opening up behind us. We’re in trouble."

Tyr growled. Waving to his three, he ran for the boat bays. "Andromeda, do we have any fighters ready?"

"Yes Tyr, but they don’t know how to fly them." Rommie appeared next to him.

"They only need to know forward, back, right, left, and fire. I refuse to let them shoot at our back." Turning to his recruits, he grinned. "Let’s go!

* * *

Dylan watched as four fighters launched. They were the only ones they could spare for this fight. If they lost...

"Ma’ctor?"

"Yes, Dylan?"

"Do we even have a chance? Should we just give up?"

"Captain, not only do we have a chance but we will win. Those ships come closer, I’m getting identification now... and I think Tyr is in for a surprise when he gets there. Those ships are from Tazenda. They are High Guard."

Beka laughed as she swung the Andromeda around for an attack, "YEEEHAAAA!"

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