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[He wakes in the pod confused and disoriented. He fell asleep in his cabin on the Andromeda, and the next thing he knows he's in a dark, alien ship. It isn't the first time he's been kidnapped, but the complete lack of guards is perplexing, as is the fact that he still has his weapon. He quickly finds the exit and explores around the ship. There's clear signs of a recent fight. That doesn't bode well, but he can't wander out here alone forever. He decides to try to make contact with whoever brought him to this place.]

I’m Captain Dylan Hunt of the Commonwealth System starship Andromeda Ascendant. Whoever's in charge here, I mean you no harm. I’d just like to talk, find out where I am and how I got here. [And, if he's lucky, how to get back to where he came from. He has a crew to protect and a Commonwealth to re-found.]

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[ZOMG! After hell day he's far too pleased to hear that voice. He turns on the video.]

Captain. I'm currently in the local settlement, but I can come and get you.

[Serious stern puppy, but happy puppy Nietzschean.]

[Cue a positively Shakespearean case of mistaken identity. Dylan's first thought is that this must be Telemachus Rhade. Because Gaheris Rhade is dead. He sighs in relief. He and Telemachus aren't exactly friends, but they parted on fairly amiable terms and with what Dylan hopes is mutual respect.]

Boy, is it good to see a familiar face. Do you know who brought us here or what they want?

I'm not entirely certain, but we are in hostile territory. Once you exit the ship, you should see a dome in the distance. It was responsible for an attack against us and the local residents.

[None the wiser for the moment. Just seems like Dylan to him.]

But the residents of the dome aren't responsible, they only regard us as a threat. The ship seems to have been here for a considerable period of time, and whoever operated the ship is the culprit. Though they may be long dead, and I don't know that anyone here has the technological capacity to access the ship's systems yet.

[Dylan stands near the ship's entrance and looks towards the dome.]

I see it. They attacked the natives? Their own people? [Dylan frowns. He doesn't like societies that show such a lack of concern for the welfare of their own.]

How far away is the settlement?

[...And Dylan notices that Telemachus' uniform...isn't the right uniform. That's the uniform of a High Guard Commander, not a Home Guard Admiral. He feels a sinking dread in the pit of his stomach, although he can't articulate why yet. His intuition has picked up on what logic insists is impossible.]

[Dylan's intuition is a terrible, troublesome and incredibly sensitive and accurate thing. Like an improbable divining rod for unlikely facts.]

They attacked the ship. They didn't care who was in the area. And they were especially hostile towards anyone that wanted into the dome.

You should be able to see it. There's a bombed out hotel the majority of people have been staying in, though some have remained aboard the ship. Life support systems are still non-functional, as far as I've been informed.

[He's getting up to go outside to wait on Dylan. He misses their subvocal communicators working, that would make this easier. He even almost reaches up to touch his neck and barely manages not to.]

I'll start walking that way and meet you half-way. We should maintain communication silence unless there's an emergency, that way we can stay more alert to our surroundings.

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[Just a little amused here]

Unfortunately, I'm quite certain they mean you harm.

[Thanks to Rhade, Dylan knows a little bit about the sitution, although not much. It figures that he couldn't get stranded on a friendly planet. Just once, it'd be nice.]

That happens to me a lot.

Are you one of the locals?

Far from it. I awoken within the ship like many others.

How many others? Does anyone have a count?

Twenty that I have seen for myself.

[Wing has had better days. He's collared and much much worse for wear: his white armor is splotched with char from missile strikes. But still, he's trying. All the more reason now for them to unite.]

We're trying to figure that out, Captain Dylan Hunt. But I'm afraid at the moment we might have larger problems.

[That...is one big robot. It's like if one of Andromeda's outer hull defense drones started talking to him. But the instant Wing speaks it's obvious that he isn't a mere drone. The AIs Dylan is used to usually look more human, but it's clear that Wing is a sentient.]

I heard. The attack from the dome. Has anyone started organizing a defense strategy in case they attack again?

Not that I know of. But I've been...a bit indisposed.

You're injured. [It's half-statement, half-question.]

I'm afraid I don't have my engineer with me. [Harper would have had a field day fixing up this guy.] But if there's anything I can do to help, I will.

Yes. From the attack on the ship.

[He nods.] I would appreciate any help you can give. I can't fly like this and until I can...I am less effective.

[But that's beside the point.]

Are you well? I've heard the ship's systems are unstable.

I made it through all in one piece. Better than the people involved in the battle, from the looks of it. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help then. [He doesn't think that one person would have turned the tide one way or another, but he still feels guilty that people were hurt and he was nearby and unable to prevent it.]

What do you need? The High Guard is ready to assist. [He smiles self-deprecatingly.] All one of me.

"No apology." Wing smiles, "I'm glad that we preserved the ship well enough for you to awaken. We need all the assistance we can get." The smile fades. "Because they will be back."

"We need to get the ship stabilized. Power grid, life support. It needs to be habitable. Many have moved to the Old City, but that doesn't consider those in the pods. They need protection. Or at least a chance."

A wry shrug. "I am the only of the Knights, here, as well."

Dylan hates to leave a man down, even if that man is an AI, but from the sounds of things Dylan might be of more help elsewhere. Stabilizing the ship so the people in the remaining pods and seeing to the protection of the survivors. Still, he wishes he could do more.

"Do you know if there are any engineers around? Anyone who could help you with your repairs?"

"None that I know of. Not that my systems would be familiar to them." A shrug. "I have autorepair, but it will be slow."

It's a fine line he's trying to draw: it's not the newcomer's fault or problem, his injuries, after all. He is alive, while those in the pods may soon not be.

"Stabilizing the ship may be the greater priority. It must hold clues as to why we were chosen."

Dylan has to make a choice. It sounds like the AI's condition isn't critical, however, whereas the situation with the ship might soon be.

"Repairs to the ship come first then." He closes his eyes in a moment of regret.

"I'm sorry. If I can help after the ship's been stabilized, I will."

"Yes. The ship is more important. It is hope, for all of us."

No regrets, Dylan Hunt. It's the same decision Wing would have made.

"And I shall do my best to at least serve as lookout."

If he's a large, attractive target to the Authorities, he might as well use that to their advantage.

Commander Shepard, Normandy SR-2.

And the authorities don't talk, Captain. They just shoot.

So I've heard, Commander.

Has anyone organized a defense strategy since the first attack? I doubt they're going to just give up and leave us alone.

No, but I'm working on it. Telford, too, if you're looking for who to get in touch with.

Good. I'm heading to the nearby settlement. Maybe the three of us, and any other military or former military personnel should put our heads together and get organized.

You read my mind.

Speaking of shooting, though--tell me they at least dragged you in armed. [Because the more people have their own guns, the less people eye hers.]

I'm armed. The charge is limited unless I can find a compatible energy source here, but if I'm careful it should last long enough for me to either find a way to charge it or find something else.

It's better than nothing. [And a lot of the people around here have nothing.]

I'll see what I can do about pulling together some sort of military brainpool, and I'll get in touch.

I can't argue with that.

We'll talk later, then. Captain Hunt out.

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