Rommie
looked out across the busy concourse of the Drift and sighed: Trance had done
one of her disappearing acts, and Dylan had sent Rommie to find her. Trying to
find one purple alien in a busy Drift is far from easy.
She was
just about to check in with the Maru when a voice called out from behind her,
"Andromeda?" Rommie span round and gasped, "Orion?" before
her stood a tall, dark-haired man dressed in a worn High Guard uniform. He
smiled, "The one and only!" Rommie ran up to the man and hugged him,
"What are you doing here?" Orion pushed her away slightly, "Well,
I'm out on the rim, delivering cargo, that's what I do nowadays, and my captain
hears this crazy story about a Glorious Heritage Class Heavy Cruiser that has
been pulled from a black-hole and is setting out to re-build the Commonwealth. I
managed to persuade him to take a trip this way to see who it is. We dock here
today, only to find that said Cruiser is my old friend, the Andromeda
Ascendant." Rommie punched him on the shoulder, "Less of the old: Your
fifty years older than me!"
"You're
meant to be looking for Trance." Rommie turned round and found herself
looking at Tyr's chest. She looked up to his face, "Tyr, this is The
Shoulder of Orion, and old friend of mine. Orion, this is Tyr Anasazi, my new
tactical officer." Orion extended a hand, "Glad to meet you, Mr.
Anasazi." Try shook his head, "Another Avatar." He muttered
something under his breath as he walked off. Orion was confused, "Is it
something I said?" Rommie shook her head, "No: We had a run-in with
the Balance of Judgment a few months ago." Orion nodded, "Yes, I
heard: I knew him from before the fall. I was saddened to hear about his
insanity. You did the right thing you know: Gabriel would not blame you."
Rommie
nodded sadly, "Come, I want you to meet the rest of my crew."