Some days, it's hard staying calm like a High Guard captain is supposed to do in the face of adversity.
But he does his best, letting out a long breath as he slips into the seat next to Lieutenant Bashir.
"Thank you, Lieutenant." Just because there aren't any other High Guard officers around to show the courtesy due between officers doesn't mean he's forgotten it.
Lieutenant Bashir at least seems amiable enough, and willing to talk openly without playing the sort of games he might expect from Trance if it had been her he'd seen when he'd walked into this place. And, at first, Dylan can follow what he's saying; it's weird, but his whole life's been weird since Hephaistos. He's been back in time, trapped in time, had bits of the past and the future apparently randomly appearing on his spaceship.
A being taking people from different times and places and collecting them aboard a ship is up there is strange as hell, but given the evidence of his eyes, he's going to have to believe it. For now.
Until he has a chance to find Trance and talk to her about it. For whatever answers he might or might not get out of her.
Dylan leans forward, hands clasped and forearms in their High Guard uniform bracers pressed against the table.
"I don't follow, Lieutenant. There's never been anything else like the Commonwealth."
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But he does his best, letting out a long breath as he slips into the seat next to Lieutenant Bashir.
"Thank you, Lieutenant." Just because there aren't any other High Guard officers around to show the courtesy due between officers doesn't mean he's forgotten it.
Lieutenant Bashir at least seems amiable enough, and willing to talk openly without playing the sort of games he might expect from Trance if it had been her he'd seen when he'd walked into this place. And, at first, Dylan can follow what he's saying; it's weird, but his whole life's been weird since Hephaistos. He's been back in time, trapped in time, had bits of the past and the future apparently randomly appearing on his spaceship.
A being taking people from different times and places and collecting them aboard a ship is up there is strange as hell, but given the evidence of his eyes, he's going to have to believe it. For now.
Until he has a chance to find Trance and talk to her about it. For whatever answers he might or might not get out of her.
Dylan leans forward, hands clasped and forearms in their High Guard uniform bracers pressed against the table.
"I don't follow, Lieutenant. There's never been anything else like the Commonwealth."