By: M14Mouse
Trance's POV
Why? When there is a dim of hope, it disappears. Why? Why do they keep on coming? No matter, how many I shoot down. The chances are disappearing in front of my very eyes. They are going to die. Dylan, Harper, Roomie, and Tyr. Beka will and act like she once was. What of me? I will be without my friends . . . my family. I will be lost and fail to make the perfect future. I hear only half of what Dylan and Beka are talking. I heard it before and heard a million times in my nightmares.
Beka is going to take the Nova bomb and drop it into the portal. She will drop the bomb to soon and we will become a memory. Beka will become a zombie of her form self. I wish to scream, cry, and laugh at the depressing thoughts of the future. Tyr remains watchfully at the enemy. He has not talk much during the fighting and almost he seems to be thinking.
"What is really our chances of survival if Beka drop the bomb, Trance?" Tyr said.
"So slim that even I cannot see everyone coming out of this..alive." I said as I continue to fire at the enemy. Why is Tyr asking this? Didn't he hear me when I was talking to Dylan?
"Then perhaps, if someone would company Beka? How are our chances then?" Tyr said as his eyes seem to be glue to the screen. For a moment, I thought my mouth was going to drop. In other future, Tyr dies aboard Andromeda. Like the warrior he is, Tyr dies a fighter.
"I don't know. I only see something bad is going to happen." I said. For a long moment, they were silent between us. Finally, Tyr's eyes tore away from the screen. His glance turn toward me then at Captain Hunt and Beka. "I would die before I let my enemy take me. If what you saying is true, then I am a bystander to my fate and my death. But I know this, Beka would never make a mistake as for the one you told us. Something must had happen on the Maru. I will go and prevent her from dropping the bomb too soon. If I must, I will drop the bomb myself. For the sake of our survial and our future." Tyr said as he walks away from his post.
I want so much to run up and hug him. Thanking him for seeing what, I did not see.
"You have One and 2,978,044 chance, Tyr." I said strongly. I refuse to break down in front of him. In this moment, I will be strong. He turns to me for a moment and almost swear he was going to smile. A second later, the moment was gone and he walk away.
One and 2,978,044 chance.
Beginning to like the odds already.
The End
Tyr's POV--In Life, There Is No Bystanders
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