Gaheris Rhade had resigned himself to a somber fate- he had to betray his captain. His best friend. Somewhere in the back of his mind Dylan Hunt had crossed the borders from friend to extended ideological family; they came from opposing views but Dylan's ideals gave him conflict and a constant drive for improvement. It was only that for as intelligent as Gaheris was, he was also blindly in favor of his people. The same traits that he cursed among the High Guard, their inability to see the threat of the Magog because of their loyalty to the Commonwealth state, he unfortunately was susceptible to.

He didn't realize that he wasn't supporting his real family. He was a tragedy in the making.

But he wasn't a tragedy yet. He hadn't made the final move to betray his captain. He had still been dropping hints to him, in hopes that he would catch on that the Commonwealth's allies were less than pleased and that brute force would not be necessary.

And then suddenly? A bridge he wasn't used to. One with seats that weren't just the pilot's.

He startled in his sudden place, eyes going wide. To his credit, he did't react more than that. He just turned smoothly, examining unfamiliar surroundings and unfamiliar uniforms, his hand loosely near his force lance and his bone blades flared because, predictably, he was suspecting the worst.

"Where is this?" he demanded calmly, though in a voice more boyish than would be expected of a man of his size. "Where am I?"