Disclaimer: I do not own Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda, Tribune Entertainment and Majel Roddenberry do. Madison however is my character that I made up, so if you want to use her for any reason, please ask.
Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda
"Madison"
Chapter 1
"Well, in the interest of possibly being a part of your Commonwealth I would like to offer you a gift," Lyseaus told the captain of the Andromeda.
"What kind of gift?"
"You may pick one of my slaves to do with as you please," he told Dylan Hunt.
"I'm afraid that I can't take your gift. Taking it would go against the principles of the Commonwealth," Dylan told Lyseaus.
"Well, I suppose you can't go against your principles, but the gift is yours if you change your mind."
"Thank you, but I won't."
"As you wish."
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"Ready to leave?" Beka asked Dylan as she jumped into the pilot's seat.
"Yes, there's nothing more we can do here. Take us out Beka," Dylan told her.
"Wait!" Andromeda told them and everyone froze in place. "There's an incoming transmission, it's Lyseaus."
"On screen," Dylan told her.
"I just wanted to wish you good luck and we are happy that you respect our culture."
"Well thank you and you're welcome...I think," Dylan told him confused. Lyseaus' face disapeared from the screen and Beka engaged slipstream. Andromeda was soon far from Lyseaus' planet to find another planet to recruit into the new Commonwealth.
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Bright blue eyes, shut tight. The child sleeps happily for the first time, she didn't have to worry about sleeping through a shift in the mine and being punished for it. She slept so peacefully. Her dark brown, curly, medium length hair framed her dirt covered face. She was curled up in her dirty rags, for the first time in her life she had been given a pillow and blanket. Clean clothing would be harder to sneak in. She hated keeping secrets, but what other choice did she have? The little girl was only five years old and orphaned. She had been used as slave labor for as long as they most possibly could. She looked so happy even though she looked like hell, physically and probably mentally. What had they done to her? How could they harm children? How long could she keep the secret before they found out? Would they let me keep her or would they make me return her to the hell I found her? Would I be punished for saving this precious child?
The bright blue eyes fluttered open and looked at the angel who had saved her. The child sat up and held the blanket around herself, clutching it. She was afraid that it would be taken away from her. "Who are you?" the child asked.
"My name is Rommie," she told the child. "What's your name?"
"Ma-Madison, my name is Madison. What happened?"
"Lyseaus told us we could pick one of his slaves. My captain denied his offer, but I could not let such a small child be forced to do labor that would kill you before long."
"You picked me? Why?"
"I didn't have long to choose, and I imagined that you could be my child."
"You would want me as your child?" Madison asked.
"Yes."
"Thank you, for rescuing me." Madison hugged Rommie and Rommie held onto the child. They stayed like that for minutes until the child's arms went limp, the child was asleep.
"Dylan and Andromeda will be so mad! But I couldn't just leave her there to die!" Rommie told herself as she cradled the sleeping child in her arms and began to cry. "I want to keep her!" Rommie cried, "maybe Harper could help me? He could help me with Andromeda's internal sensors," Rommie told herself, she had calmed herself down. "Harper won't tell anyone, not even Dylan or Beka! Harper will do anything for me!"
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Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda
"Madison"
Chapter 1
"Well, in the interest of possibly being a part of your Commonwealth I would like to offer you a gift," Lyseaus told the captain of the Andromeda.
"What kind of gift?"
"You may pick one of my slaves to do with as you please," he told Dylan Hunt.
"I'm afraid that I can't take your gift. Taking it would go against the principles of the Commonwealth," Dylan told Lyseaus.
"Well, I suppose you can't go against your principles, but the gift is yours if you change your mind."
"Thank you, but I won't."
"As you wish."
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"Ready to leave?" Beka asked Dylan as she jumped into the pilot's seat.
"Yes, there's nothing more we can do here. Take us out Beka," Dylan told her.
"Wait!" Andromeda told them and everyone froze in place. "There's an incoming transmission, it's Lyseaus."
"On screen," Dylan told her.
"I just wanted to wish you good luck and we are happy that you respect our culture."
"Well thank you and you're welcome...I think," Dylan told him confused. Lyseaus' face disapeared from the screen and Beka engaged slipstream. Andromeda was soon far from Lyseaus' planet to find another planet to recruit into the new Commonwealth.
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Bright blue eyes, shut tight. The child sleeps happily for the first time, she didn't have to worry about sleeping through a shift in the mine and being punished for it. She slept so peacefully. Her dark brown, curly, medium length hair framed her dirt covered face. She was curled up in her dirty rags, for the first time in her life she had been given a pillow and blanket. Clean clothing would be harder to sneak in. She hated keeping secrets, but what other choice did she have? The little girl was only five years old and orphaned. She had been used as slave labor for as long as they most possibly could. She looked so happy even though she looked like hell, physically and probably mentally. What had they done to her? How could they harm children? How long could she keep the secret before they found out? Would they let me keep her or would they make me return her to the hell I found her? Would I be punished for saving this precious child?
The bright blue eyes fluttered open and looked at the angel who had saved her. The child sat up and held the blanket around herself, clutching it. She was afraid that it would be taken away from her. "Who are you?" the child asked.
"My name is Rommie," she told the child. "What's your name?"
"Ma-Madison, my name is Madison. What happened?"
"Lyseaus told us we could pick one of his slaves. My captain denied his offer, but I could not let such a small child be forced to do labor that would kill you before long."
"You picked me? Why?"
"I didn't have long to choose, and I imagined that you could be my child."
"You would want me as your child?" Madison asked.
"Yes."
"Thank you, for rescuing me." Madison hugged Rommie and Rommie held onto the child. They stayed like that for minutes until the child's arms went limp, the child was asleep.
"Dylan and Andromeda will be so mad! But I couldn't just leave her there to die!" Rommie told herself as she cradled the sleeping child in her arms and began to cry. "I want to keep her!" Rommie cried, "maybe Harper could help me? He could help me with Andromeda's internal sensors," Rommie told herself, she had calmed herself down. "Harper won't tell anyone, not even Dylan or Beka! Harper will do anything for me!"
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