Rev Bem walked down the silent halls of the Andromeda Ascendant. They had made it back to their own time-line, but the journey had left the vessel in discord. A tension palpable to all the residents of the massive warship. A situation that was not good for all involved and Rev felt complied, if not obliged, to do some small thing to help those involved. He himself had had to question the actions of the Divine. He held faith that it was the Divine’s intention, the journey they had taken, but the damage inflicted onto so many good souls left him wondering as to the full design behind the mass killing.
His feet carried him to the familiar door of the captain’s quarters. Politely, Rev hit the door’s page and waited till there was a soft hiss of it’s opening.
Dylan Hunt was where the Magog expected him to be, standing in front of his view port window, hands clasped behind his back, brow dark and brooding.
"Come to offer me words of wisdom and enlightenment?" he asked.
Rev nodded slightly at the sharp words. He knew that Dylan’s sarcasm did not stem from any animosity toward the Magog, but from the anguish in his own heart.
"If it is my ability to do so," Rev answered calmly, coming alongside the tall human. Dylan let out a gusting breath and shook his head so slightly.
"I am legend," he murmured cryptically. Rev raised a heavy brow, but Dylan was silent for a moment, then sighed again.
"It’s a book. A very old book by a fellow named Richard Matheson. On earth, a disease ravages the planet, but one man finds himself immune from the plague and survives its passing. Afterwards, what he finds is a nightmare come true. Humanity is gone, in it’s place is a vampiric culture of blood feeding night dwellers. So, he goes and starts killing all the vampires for the sake of humanity. It isn’t till the end that he learns that, to the ones he’s killing, to the culture he is trying to destroy, that he is their worst nightmare. That he is the one they tell horror stories about, and that he is their darkest legend. Then he realizes, his war for humanity is nothing more then a lone man’s last insane attempt to cling to what he remembers, because memories are all he has.” Dylan took in a deep breath. “I have become that nightmare. I am legend amongst the Nietzscheans as the Angel of Death come to their empire. And I played the role willingly. I did it willingly."
Rev was silent, contemplating Dylan’s words. He understood the point the High Guard Commander was getting at. That in his fight for his fallen Commonwealth he had become a legend of darkness to his enemies who he now wanted to make his allies.
"But, was there any hope in the story of this lone human achieving his goal?" Rev asked softly.
Dylan pursed his lips.
"No, he was the last of his kind. There were no more humans. Humans as he knew them."
"Ahh... then the comparison is not exact. For there is still hope for your Commonwealth. There are still humans and humanity and in that there is hope. A hope that could not exists if the Nietzschean fleet was not decimated as time dictated," Rev said serenely, seeing some more of the Divine’s will show itself in his words. Yes, that was what this battle was about. Giving hope, not to the present, but to the future. For what hope would there had been if the Nietzscheans did achieve their goal and rule the universe?
"Hope? After this, I have to wonder," Dylan sighed.
Rev studied his human friend, for he did consider Dylan Hunt his friend. For a moment he mused at that, how many Magog cold make such a claim? But that was a contemplation for another time. For now, the pain of the damage Dylan had inflicted on the Nietzschean was heavy on his friend’s heart, and it was his duty to try and help. As a priest and as a friend.
"You are not alone in this, Dylan. We all played our part in this grand scheme. From Trance’s ‘accidentally’ bringing us to that timeline to me manning the scans and telling you the moment the Nietzschean were their weakest."
"But I am the one who gave the order," Dylan argued.
"An order that had to be given, or, our time, as we know it, would have been altered. I know you.. rebel at the thought of fate, but in this, Dylan, I truly believe that the Divine guided your own actions for the greater good," Rev told him calmly.
"Where can there be a greater good in the slaughter of one hundred thousand Nietzscheans?" it was almost desperate, the demand, Dylan trying to find some reason. Then the human shook his head. "Don’t answer that, I already know."
Rev smiled slightly. Dylan had had this argument with himself earlier. If the Nietzschean ruled the universe, their cruel control and iron rule would strangle any chance of hope. But, with things in their current chaotic state, hope had a chance to bloom in the hearts and minds of all species that sought a better way.
"Then take solace in the greater good you have done, Dylan, and do not condemn yourself for the lost of life that it took to achieve it. For now, time is as it should be and no one power controls the universe. In this climate hope and unity can prevail where there is only despair and chaos. This would not be so under the tyrannical hand of the Nietzschean. I think even Tyr has seen this."
"How can he forgive me for this?" Dylan asked softly.
"I do not believe with Tyr, it is so much a matter of forgiveness. He is Nietzschean. To him, it means you only won and the Nietzschean lost. He can both hate and respect you for that. No, the question is can he forgive himself for not trying his best to stop it? For letting you be the Angel of Death as legend told. I think now being on the outside of his people has given him an insight into their ways, and he is not entirely happy with what he sees."
Dylan smiled slightly. "He is not the only one who’s had their eyes opened."
Rev nodded. "And through such enlightenment we can hope to achieve understanding."
Dylan looked down thoughtfully at the Magog.
"I wish I had your faith. Your unquestioning belief in your god."
Rev chuckled. "Oh, my faith is not without questions. I will admit I had great doubts as to the course the Divine had set us on, but now, I see the rightness... no.. not rightness, but the necessity of our actions, and the effect they had on the future. I hope you too can see the future for what it will be, given your sacrifice."
"My sacrifice? I’m not the one who died."
"No, but you are the one that killed, and that can demand more of us sometimes then our lives. For a good man, it is a wound upon the soul," Rev said simply. Dylan was silent, head dropping down, he nodded.
"Yea... I understand that," he murmured. Rev looked compassionately and patted the large man’s arm.
"Remember, all wounds do heal, Dylan. Even the deepest ones."
"But deep wounds take time, Rev. They do take time," Dylan countered. Rev nodded, seeing acceptance and understanding in his friend. It was better then the brooding confusion.
"That they do," he agreed. "I will leave you to your recovery." The last words were meant to be light and they elicited a smile from the human.
"Thanks, Rev. For being a shoulder to lean on," Dylan told him. Rev smiled benignly, but felt himself glow. This was why he had entered the priesthood. At first, he thought it was to make up for the sins of his kind, but now he knew it was because there was a joy like no other in helping others.
"Do not be afraid to lean on us, Dylan. We, perhaps are not a well trained high guard command, but we are your friends," Rev said simply.
That brought a chuckle from the large man.
"Yes, that I’m learning. It is.. hard to shed the old ways of command. But.. I am trying."
Rev nodded. "And succeeding. Have faith, you are succeeding."
Dylan nodded and turned his gaze back to the stars, but no longer were the pale blue eyes so dark and pain-filled. Rev silently departed. Dylan would wrestle with his demons awhile longer, but for now the seed of acceptance had been planted and would grow.
Quietly, in an unrushed pace, the Magog monk made it to the observation deck where Tyr Anasazi had been haunting the shadows. For a moment, he watched the hulking Nietzschean, but did not enter. He well knew Tyr would accept no consolation right now. Would listen to no other beings words on his actions or inaction’s. Such was the way of Tyr’s people. Strong and solitary in all things, including their pain.
Out in the hall, the Magog contemplated his next stop. Tyr and Dylan had been the most obvious victims of the mission they had just undergone, but Rev suspect there was another distressed soul on his ship.
He smiled.
His ship. How quickly he had come to think of the Andromeda as his ship. As his home in the stars, spreading the word of hope. Yes, it was a fine place to be, these sculptured halls and brightly lit corridors. Corridors that led him down to the machine shop. The heart and soul of engineering. A place Seamus Harper had claimed for his own.
The small human was what Rev considered his greatest success. Harper having no reason to tolerate the very presence of the Magog, but accepting Rev as a friend despite the death of members of his very own family at the hands of his people.
Deaths, in a way, the young man had just guaranteed with the destruction of the Nietzscheans. His hatred of them even surpassing his hatred of the Magog. So much hostility and anger... Rev hated to see it in Harper. The young engineer was almost mischievously vibrant. Such dark emotions seemed so wrong in such a good man.
Rev found Harper niched in the opening of an access corridor, back propped against one wall, knees drawn up and tossing a mini-cam absently in his hands.
"I hope I am not intruding?" Rev called politely. Harper started, the camera juggling in his hands as he fought not to drop it in his surprise.
"Huh, what, no. I was just, sort of.. sorting out the next.. repairs," Harper bumbled for words, then sighed.
"Man, I really suck at lying, sometimes," he grumbled with a friendly glare. Rev smiled. Harper did. Badly so. Not that this was a bad thing.
"Whatcha need?" the human now asked, looking expectantly at him.
"I was going to ask you the same question," Rev replied.
Harper let out a snort. "Me? I got what I wanted. A whole bunch of dead Nietzschean scum," the statement came out with forced bravado. The thin smile on Harper’s lips not coming anywhere near his eyes.
"You do not appear... happy," Rev commented lightly.
Harper turned from him, fiddling with something. "Course I’m happy," he argued.
"Ahh... You are right. You really are a bad liar sometimes," Rev chuckled.
Harper glared up at him. "You know, I don’t have to justify my actions to anyone," he spat, launching up and pacing over to a worktable where he fiddled with another something.
"I did not ask you to justify anything," Rev told him. "Unless, you feel justification is needed?"
Harper didn’t say anything, slender shoulders clenching.
"They had it coming. They’re ruthless bastards, every one of them," the words were bitten and sharp, but the human’s posture told Rev another story. One not of satisfaction, but despair.
"Yes." The Magog nodded, pacing up behind Harper. "Yes, the Nietzschean are aggressive and ruthless. It is their way... but is it yours?"
Harper said nothing, shoulders tightening more. Rev sighed. Dylan had to deal with the enormity of deaths inflicted on his enemy; Tyr had to deal with the vast slaughter of his people, and Harper had to come to terms with his hatred.
&qutoYou do not find peace in the death of the Nietzscheans," Rev did not so much ask, but stated.
"They deserved it," Harper countered weakly. "For what they were going to do."
"For what they were going to do, still do, to the Commonwealth," Rev commented, then studied his friend’s back.
"Do you feel justice was done?" Rev asked simply. For a moment, Harper didn’t move, then his shoulders slumped and he shook his head.
"Justice had nothing to do with it," he muttered softly.
"Ahh.. so this was about revenge," Rev said knowingly. "Revenge is always a bitter pill to swallow." When there was no reply, Rev carefully laid one clawed hand on Harper’s shoulder, mindful of the young humans reactions.
"Revenge has not brought the satisfaction you thought it would?"
Harper didn’t move, then looked up at nothing. "No. No it didn’t."
"What has it brought you?" Rev pressed.
Harper shook his head and turned, leaning against the work bench.
"I don’t know. I watched those ships buying it, one by one and thought I would feel happy, thrilled that I, Seamus Harper saved mankind from the Nietzscheans."
"And...?" Rev prompted.
"And I realized, I didn’t really save anyone. The Commonwealth will still bite it and the Earth will still be invaded by the Magog and raided by the Nietzscheans. All I did was wax a whole lot of people who hadn’t really done anything yet."
Rev watched with compassion as Harper glared at his own hands.
"I’ve never done that... I mean, I’ve done things that have gotten people killed. Things I did to protect me, or the others, but never..."
"You have never killed without provocation," Rev supplied.
Harper nodded. "Yea."
"That is a good thing, Seamus. I know you have a great deal of anger in you, and you have every right to be angry, but one should never find solace in killing. Sometimes it is necessary for the greater good, sometimes it is necessary for defense, but it is something that one should never enjoy. Finding enjoyment in the ending of life makes our own lives less worth living."
"Nice words, but words don’t really mean a lot," Harper muttered.
"Words mean what we want them to mean. Whether we use to them to speak the truth or to lie is always decided here," Rev tapped a claw against Harper’s chest.
The young human looked at him then sighed.
"I can’t help hating them... The Nietzscheans, the Magog," he said softly.
"I know," Rev assured. "I have never asked you not to hate them, I just ask for you not to become one of them."
"No worries about that. I’m hardly commando killer material," Harper chuckled, gesturing toward his slight frame.
Rev did not let himself be distracted by the depreciative remark. "We all have the ability to kill without mercy. Whether we are strong or weak. But it is our conscious that keeps us from taking that step over the line. Going from one who seeks justice, to one who simply seeks death."
Harper studied him for a moment, eyes stormy.
"You think I’ve stepped over that line?"
Rev shook his head. "No. If you had, you would not be questioning your actions. That, more than anything, reassures me that you have not stepped over that line."
"Wish I found that comforting," Harper sighed.
"Perhaps you should not look so much for comfort, but for reason. In truth, nothing has changed from the past we knew. We were simply an active part of it."
"Still..." Harper let the sentence die.
"Still, it does not make the reality of that killing any easier to accept?"
Harper nodded.
"No. No, very few things make killing acceptable in the hearts of good people," Rev said softly. "We cannot change what has happened, Seamus, we can only learn all we can from it, and trust in the Divine to lead us on a true and righteous path."
"You make it sound so easy," Harper groused.
Rev laughed. "It has been my experience that with humans, nothing is easy."
That got him a lopsided smirk. "Hey, that’s my species you’re picking on."
Rev just nodded and smiled, knowing Harper took no offense. "And one I find infinite enjoyment in observing."
"Well, you sure got yourself an interesting selection of specimens to watch," Harper sighed, and Rev nodded. He did indeed. Ducking his head, the engineer gestured vaguely toward the access tube.
"I better get to work. We didn’t come out exactly unscathed," Harper muttered.
"No. We did not," Rev agreed. In more way than one they hadn’t.
Harper went to the tunnel, paused and kind of looked back at him.
"Hey, Rev.... Thanks," Harper said softly.
Rev bowed his head in acceptance. He said nothing, knowing the moment awkward for his friend. He did not want to make him uncomfortable. With a half smile, Harper disappeared into the tunnel and the Magog monk took his leave. Harper, like Dylan, would need time to come to terms, but he felt his words had been true and would help them in their acceptance. Perhaps, if he mediated hard enough, he could think of a way to help Tyr. It was a worthy cause to consider and he decided to follow through, heading toward his quarters.
Rev smiled slightly as he looked around the ship he walked through. Yes, perhaps they had gone through a moment of darkness, all of them, but he felt they were little wiser, a little stronger now from what they had experienced. And he had more faith now then ever of the righteousness of this cause. Rev smiled and nodded to himself, finding a sense of peace come from this troubling adventure. Yes. Their path would be demanding and hard, but the rewards would be infinite, like the Divine himself.