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[rocketsgrownup]

A few hours after being carried to the infirmary by Simon and Kaylee, Beka woke up. She wasn't bleeding anymore, that was a good sign, however there was still a lack of her pointed haired, thick skulled engineer. Captain Beka Valentine could be thrown through a meat grinder and still ask what had happened to her crew

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[goaroundonce]

"Not in my last shift," says Tris -- or, rather, Tris' disembodied voice, as he is at present under one of the cots.

There's a loose screw somewhere, and he's on a mission to find it.

[rocketsgrownup]

Beka moved her head to look for the voice, "If you're really there and I'm not hallucinating, wave."

[goaroundonce]

A hand holding an empty syringe shoots up from under the cot, and holds up one finger in salute.

"Down here."

[rocketsgrownup]

"Ah," She went back to staring at the ceiling, content that she wasn't crazy, "And you are?"

[rocketsgrownup]

"Yeah, for the time being," God it was good to see him. They both looked like hell on legs, but at least they had pulses.

"How the hell did you get here? Hohne's machine backfire on you, too?"

[rocketsgrownup]

"Second year with Dylan..... Harper, I know that look. What aren't you telling me?"