Beka walked through the corridors of deck C, like she did everyday. Things
had started to calm down, finally, but it left her with a sense of anxiety.
After Tyr left, Beka had submerged herself in her work and in Dylan's
common wealth ideas. It was a way for her to cope. She loved Tyr, there was
no hiding that, but she knew that they would never happen. He had betrayed
them all, especially her. Beka still couldn't comprehend how he could hurt
her like he did. But he had, and there was no changing it, damn
Nietzschean. At first it was easy to not think about it, the common wealth
was in a state of emergency and Dylan needed her more than ever. It was
easy to get caught up in all of the madness.
She passed hanger deck 5 and gazed lovingly at the Maru. No matter how many times Dylan called it a big bag of bolts; it had always com through for her. She had a sudden urge to run into the shit, lock the hatch, hide and finish her halo novels. Sure Dylan would be pissed, royally, and he would probably have Rommie suck the oxygen out of the Maru, but it was worth it. Besides if Rommie got to be a pill there was always privacy mode. It could work.
Of course it was the same plan she had thought about every day for the past 3 weeks. Leave the Andromeda, leave everything and everyone; the easy out. She knew she could do it. If need be she could maneuver the Maru away from the andromeda in slip stream.
"No, Stop with the independent thinking. NOW!"
The last word actually was spoken, and it was loud enough to get Rommies attention. Andromeda appeared behind Beka, who was to caught up in thought to notice. It was times like these the Ai truly enjoyed her holographic self.
"Doing something, Captain Valentine?"
Beka jumped, literally jumped, half panicking as if Rommie had read her thoughts. Could she do that? Maybe, but she did have a knack for prying. Gotta get out of here girl.
"Damn it Andromeda! I told you to stop that a freaking million times!"
"Actually it's been 97 times to date, unless you could the interjection 'God damnit Rommie!' at which point its been 239 times." Andromeda smirked.
This wasn't making Beka any happier. "What do you want?" She really didn't mean to be snappy, but she was, so what?
Still smirking at her ability to get under her CO's skin, Rommie reported. "Dylan needs you on the bridge, and I though I would inform you that you are already 20 minutes late for your shift, you are not in the proper attire to meet the visiting than royalty, and you missed last nights girl talk. We are not happy."
"Good to know someone's keeping track." Beka whispered to herself (even though she knew that Andromeda would hear it) as she grudgingly walked off to the bridge. It really was a long walk, now why couldn't andromeda have elevators?
**************************************************************************** **************** Dylan was annoyed; no he was down right pissed. The Than Prince was more then a royal ass hole and Dylan was contemplating weather it would be acceptable to lock him in his quarters. The Prince could not comprehend Tyr Anasazi's relationship with the crew. Despite all Tyr had put them through, he had also risked his life many times to save them. Tyr was an arrogant, pompous, childish realist; but despite all of that, he had been a good friend, even if he was lying the whole time.
"Sorry I'm late Captain. I was held up trying to fix something in my quarters." Thank You Beka! Dylan was overjoyed to see the woman, especially in her usual attire, complete with leather pants and a holy shirt. Definitely not formal attire, definitely perfect. Dylan disengaged himself from the prince to rush for the safety of Beka.
"If you will excuse me Lord Tajok, I have to go over a few coordinates with my CO."
"We will continue our discussion, I trust, Captain?" the prince's voice was almost female. How do you tell the difference in Than though, really?
Casually stalking to Beka, who had seated herself in the pilot's chair, Dylan Couldn't help but smile. "Your late Captain Valentine." Dylan whispered in Beka's ear.
"I just save your butt, and you know it." Beka whispered back in the same fashion. The casual flirting had escalated over the past few weeks, but neither participant seemed to mind, especially Dylan.
Trance barged in on Beka's single moment of bliss with one of her usual announcements. "Something is emerging out of slips stream, and its coming very fast."
"Onscreen." Dylan gave his usual order. He likes the simple things, he wondered if anyone noticed.
She passed hanger deck 5 and gazed lovingly at the Maru. No matter how many times Dylan called it a big bag of bolts; it had always com through for her. She had a sudden urge to run into the shit, lock the hatch, hide and finish her halo novels. Sure Dylan would be pissed, royally, and he would probably have Rommie suck the oxygen out of the Maru, but it was worth it. Besides if Rommie got to be a pill there was always privacy mode. It could work.
Of course it was the same plan she had thought about every day for the past 3 weeks. Leave the Andromeda, leave everything and everyone; the easy out. She knew she could do it. If need be she could maneuver the Maru away from the andromeda in slip stream.
"No, Stop with the independent thinking. NOW!"
The last word actually was spoken, and it was loud enough to get Rommies attention. Andromeda appeared behind Beka, who was to caught up in thought to notice. It was times like these the Ai truly enjoyed her holographic self.
"Doing something, Captain Valentine?"
Beka jumped, literally jumped, half panicking as if Rommie had read her thoughts. Could she do that? Maybe, but she did have a knack for prying. Gotta get out of here girl.
"Damn it Andromeda! I told you to stop that a freaking million times!"
"Actually it's been 97 times to date, unless you could the interjection 'God damnit Rommie!' at which point its been 239 times." Andromeda smirked.
This wasn't making Beka any happier. "What do you want?" She really didn't mean to be snappy, but she was, so what?
Still smirking at her ability to get under her CO's skin, Rommie reported. "Dylan needs you on the bridge, and I though I would inform you that you are already 20 minutes late for your shift, you are not in the proper attire to meet the visiting than royalty, and you missed last nights girl talk. We are not happy."
"Good to know someone's keeping track." Beka whispered to herself (even though she knew that Andromeda would hear it) as she grudgingly walked off to the bridge. It really was a long walk, now why couldn't andromeda have elevators?
**************************************************************************** **************** Dylan was annoyed; no he was down right pissed. The Than Prince was more then a royal ass hole and Dylan was contemplating weather it would be acceptable to lock him in his quarters. The Prince could not comprehend Tyr Anasazi's relationship with the crew. Despite all Tyr had put them through, he had also risked his life many times to save them. Tyr was an arrogant, pompous, childish realist; but despite all of that, he had been a good friend, even if he was lying the whole time.
"Sorry I'm late Captain. I was held up trying to fix something in my quarters." Thank You Beka! Dylan was overjoyed to see the woman, especially in her usual attire, complete with leather pants and a holy shirt. Definitely not formal attire, definitely perfect. Dylan disengaged himself from the prince to rush for the safety of Beka.
"If you will excuse me Lord Tajok, I have to go over a few coordinates with my CO."
"We will continue our discussion, I trust, Captain?" the prince's voice was almost female. How do you tell the difference in Than though, really?
Casually stalking to Beka, who had seated herself in the pilot's chair, Dylan Couldn't help but smile. "Your late Captain Valentine." Dylan whispered in Beka's ear.
"I just save your butt, and you know it." Beka whispered back in the same fashion. The casual flirting had escalated over the past few weeks, but neither participant seemed to mind, especially Dylan.
Trance barged in on Beka's single moment of bliss with one of her usual announcements. "Something is emerging out of slips stream, and its coming very fast."
"Onscreen." Dylan gave his usual order. He likes the simple things, he wondered if anyone noticed.