Myitt's smile fades into a look of scrutinizing concern. "Resistance fighters on Earth?" she asks, but Ossanlin is already trotting through the cabin and down the Skimmer's ramp. "Hey, wait a minute!" She follows him, standing in the hatchway.
The reality of the situation starts to sink in, sending Tara's heart into her throat. "You mean...the Andalite resistance on Earth? Or...or human, or whatever the Peace Movement says they are? Why would Elayne do this?"
She starts at the sound of Dracon fire, not far off, and Myitt draws her own Dracon. As if in reply, Elayne's voice echoes through the wooded clearing, raging about following someone. The familiar rumble of a ship taking off almost, but not quite, drowns out her words.
Almost immediately afterward, Myitt recognizes Keshin's voice. That dapsen always shows up at the drop of a ****ing hat, she marvels to herself.
Of course, Static Shock was involved in all of this. Oh, if she could only get a good line of fire...
When Elayne runs up to the Skimmer's ramp, Myitt looks down at her, eyes narrowed. She lowers her Dracon, just slightly.
"And if I let you control the weapons system of this ship, you're really going to go after the creature you just signed all of our death warrants with?" she asks scathingly. "Destroying those resistance fighters...who knows what implications that could have on our timeline? Who knows if they are the ones who finally help us stop this war? You didn't seem to care, when you asked that Imperial filth to meddle with your own future."