Tears that fall
By: bluespace
Disclaimer: own nothing. Wish I did.
A/n: takes place in the AU of the 'what if's'. The one that brought us the new and improved Trance. So what exactly is that like anyways?
"Darkness brings out the worst in men.
It's when his fears take shape and nightmares are formed.
Its when hidden monsters come out to feast and horrifying creations roam.
It's when a mans mind turns on him to play tricks in the shadows.
It is indeed where terror is born."
(Written on a ghetto wall, South New Chicago)
~~~~1~~~~1~~~~
The deck shook as another missile hit home. It was really time to get out of here, but with large sections of crew missing, namely them all, it was really impossible to do so.
Andromeda pulled up her hologram and allowed it to stand impatiently on the bridge tapping her foot. If they weren't back soon she would just leave, there was nothing else to be done, but she would be very put out.
None of this would have happened if Trance hadn't insisted bad things would happen if they didn't arrive at this place at this time. As far as Andromeda was concerned, bad things had already happened, and things really couldn't get much worse.
Just as she was about to pull anchor, as it were, and high tail it out of there, Beka raced on to the bridge. Her cybernetic implants and meca outer shell casing gleamed in the emergency lights as she braced herself at the slipstream controls. The testy ship was going to ask were everyone else happened to be, when a cranky and winded Harper, a purple Trance, and a disoriented Rommie shot on to command.
"Is everyone accounted for?" Beka asked as a side thought as she readied the ship for slipstream.
The ship thought on it, searching internally. She located Rigger on deck five and Alabaster dazedly roaming deck three.
"Yes." She simply replied.
"Fine, we're outta here." And with a push forward on the controls, and a slight shaking of the decks, the good ship Andromeda fled the distortions that had drawn it to this place in the first place.
~~~~1~~~~1~~~~
"So purple again, huh?"
Trance looked uneasily at Harper. These were not the people that she knew. These were the people the other she knew, the ones that had been formed by her mistakes. No wonder the transformation had occurred prematurely.
"Yeah, I changed." She replied. She wasn't sure who she needed to make aware of the situation. Normally she would seek out Dylan, but she had a feeling she wouldn't find him, Or Tyr for that matter. If they were here she had no doubt that they would be on the bridge, and they weren't so she assumed they weren't here, like on the cosmic level.
To her short and vague response, Harper merely nodded. Usually he would prod her for an answer more to the point, trying every angle he could. Or he would distrust her silence till he thought she would brake and tell him just to regain his confidence. He was good at that one.
Now he just went back to repairing whatever system was located under the panel he had just opened.
Beck was talking to Andromeda's hologram, planning out their next destination, and Rommie was sitting on the floor Indian style, waiting for something it seemed.
"Hydro spanner." Harpers said simply from were he knelt beside the open wall. Trance wasn't sure what response he wanted, but he obviously didn't get it because he yelled the next time, not angrily, just louder. "Hydro spanner!"
The yell seemed to pop Rommie out of whatever trance she had been in, and she moved to the pile of tools across the room and returned with what Harper needed. She then took a military stance near him, evidently waiting for her next assignment.
That wasn't right. Nothing here seemed right. What decisions did she make that could turn in to this?
A/N: more to come?
By: bluespace
Disclaimer: own nothing. Wish I did.
A/n: takes place in the AU of the 'what if's'. The one that brought us the new and improved Trance. So what exactly is that like anyways?
"Darkness brings out the worst in men.
It's when his fears take shape and nightmares are formed.
Its when hidden monsters come out to feast and horrifying creations roam.
It's when a mans mind turns on him to play tricks in the shadows.
It is indeed where terror is born."
(Written on a ghetto wall, South New Chicago)
~~~~1~~~~1~~~~
The deck shook as another missile hit home. It was really time to get out of here, but with large sections of crew missing, namely them all, it was really impossible to do so.
Andromeda pulled up her hologram and allowed it to stand impatiently on the bridge tapping her foot. If they weren't back soon she would just leave, there was nothing else to be done, but she would be very put out.
None of this would have happened if Trance hadn't insisted bad things would happen if they didn't arrive at this place at this time. As far as Andromeda was concerned, bad things had already happened, and things really couldn't get much worse.
Just as she was about to pull anchor, as it were, and high tail it out of there, Beka raced on to the bridge. Her cybernetic implants and meca outer shell casing gleamed in the emergency lights as she braced herself at the slipstream controls. The testy ship was going to ask were everyone else happened to be, when a cranky and winded Harper, a purple Trance, and a disoriented Rommie shot on to command.
"Is everyone accounted for?" Beka asked as a side thought as she readied the ship for slipstream.
The ship thought on it, searching internally. She located Rigger on deck five and Alabaster dazedly roaming deck three.
"Yes." She simply replied.
"Fine, we're outta here." And with a push forward on the controls, and a slight shaking of the decks, the good ship Andromeda fled the distortions that had drawn it to this place in the first place.
~~~~1~~~~1~~~~
"So purple again, huh?"
Trance looked uneasily at Harper. These were not the people that she knew. These were the people the other she knew, the ones that had been formed by her mistakes. No wonder the transformation had occurred prematurely.
"Yeah, I changed." She replied. She wasn't sure who she needed to make aware of the situation. Normally she would seek out Dylan, but she had a feeling she wouldn't find him, Or Tyr for that matter. If they were here she had no doubt that they would be on the bridge, and they weren't so she assumed they weren't here, like on the cosmic level.
To her short and vague response, Harper merely nodded. Usually he would prod her for an answer more to the point, trying every angle he could. Or he would distrust her silence till he thought she would brake and tell him just to regain his confidence. He was good at that one.
Now he just went back to repairing whatever system was located under the panel he had just opened.
Beck was talking to Andromeda's hologram, planning out their next destination, and Rommie was sitting on the floor Indian style, waiting for something it seemed.
"Hydro spanner." Harpers said simply from were he knelt beside the open wall. Trance wasn't sure what response he wanted, but he obviously didn't get it because he yelled the next time, not angrily, just louder. "Hydro spanner!"
The yell seemed to pop Rommie out of whatever trance she had been in, and she moved to the pile of tools across the room and returned with what Harper needed. She then took a military stance near him, evidently waiting for her next assignment.
That wasn't right. Nothing here seemed right. What decisions did she make that could turn in to this?
A/N: more to come?