ok, does anyone actually read these little authors notes at the top? Or am
I just kidding myself and writing these for no apparent reason?
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Beka put the Maru on auto pilot. They were maybe 4 hours away from the drift and she wanted a shower and a nap before they go there. She walked down the "hall", if you could call it that. It was more like a catwalk over a bunch of steaming objects. Beka kind of knew what they did, but since she had picked up Harper and he made so many modifications, she didn't know anything. It made her feel a little sad. Her baby was growing up and getting better and she really didn't know anything about it.
A Wheeble scurried past her and she let out a surprised little squeak, that's right Rebeka Valentine squeaked. God she hopped Anjel didn't hear that. Angrily she kicked the little red bug over the edge of the catwalk and watched as it fell into one of the machines bellow. She smiled with content until the bug reappeared, unharmed and fully functional. Durable little bastards.
She walked back to Anjel's room to tell her not to turn on any or the hot water because she was about to take a shower. She felt like she was giving the girl not only an opportunity to fuck with her, but also ideas. Great.
She knocked on the door and heard the distinct sound of the Overmen (a nietzschean band from the early commonwealth days.). She had stolen Beka's Music!! Oh now it was over.
Beka threw her shoulder into the door, which actually opened quite easily. Anjel had her back turned away from Beka and was surrounded by tools and make up. Automatic makeup appliers were scattered around in pieces. The music blared as Anjel banged her head and continued working.
Ok, this pissed her off. Not only had she stolen her music, but she was totally ignoring her. The chick was nietzschean; there was no way in hell that she couldn't hear Beka. Ok, maybe she didn't hear her walking in, but she had to hear the yelling. Beka gave up screaming over the music and reached for the Disk reader. She pressed the stop button and looked at Anjel. She continued to work.
Ok, now she was just being mean. Beka reached for the eject button, but Anjel's hand shot up and grabbed hers none to gently. "What are you doing?" Anjel asked calmly as she continued to work with one hand and hold Beka with the other.
"Don't come on my ship, take my music, wreck my make up, and then grab me and ask me what to do. Do you want to die?" Beka pulled her hand away rather roughly, brushing against the bone blades. The last one snapped easily off and began to twitch and writhe on the floor while Anjel's arm bled freely.
Anjel stopped what she was doing and immediately grabbed a discarded shirt that lay on the floor. She pressed it to her arm and looked up at Beka. Beka could see not only the pain, but concentration, and something else, pain. It wasn't physical pain, more a 'why did you hurt me' pain.
"The question is, do you want to die? Look I'm doing something. The music is mine, these makeup boxes I got from Trance's stuff, and they were about to get to a really good part in the song."
Beka said nothing, but she did reach down and pick up the bone blade that was still wiggling on the floor. She looked at the broken joint and the blood spurting out of the now severed limb.
"It's a prosthetic" Anjel explained, "Harper made it for me, and I just attached it like an hour ago. Thanks for ripping off some nerve endings too."
"Sorry" Beka said quietly as she handed the Bone spur back. Anjel set it on the ground next to a welder. She leaned over and reached in her bag to retrieve a skin mender.
She didn't look at Beka, but still spoke as she let the mender do its job. "You're lucky you know."
Beka didn't understand, "huh? What do ya mean?"
"Being born without bone blades." Anjel said lightly. Beka froze, how did she know?!
"What?" She played dumb, but she knew that her body had already given her away.
Anjel smiled as she flexed her new skin, "we'll talk later. How long till we get to the drift?"
Beka let her change the subject, "4 hours tops."
"Alright, I'll be ready by then." Anjel said as she put the bone blade in her bag and walked over to a closet to retrieve a pair of gauntlets and rags.
Beka suddenly became very uncomfortable. "Um, yeah. I'm going to take a shower-"
"Yeah,yeah, so don't use any hot water or the slip stream, or the power thrusters unless I want my ass hanging out the back the rest of the way there. Heard the speech before" Anjel laughed, "Or at least I will."
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Harper was scheming ways to get him back. No one messes with the Harper- Mister and gets away with it. On earth they had a word for it "pay back."
So what do you do to a nietzschean? Cut his life support. No, Andromeda would kill him. Suck out the air of his rooms? No there could be someone else there.
He heard Tammers walking down the corridors coming his way. He was actually singing, and he was pretty good at it. Of course Harper couldn't understand the all of the words, but it was something about sex, dieing, and drinking.
Harper got his own idea, sure it wasn't unique, in fact it was classic. But in a pinch the classics always work. Harper pushed himself up against the corner, As Tamerlane got closer, Seamus stopped breathing. OOOOOOOOOOO this was going to be fun!!
As Tammers got to him Harper jumped out from behind the corner and screamed. Tamerlane of course did exactly what a nietzschean would do when spooked and attacked, he fought back. Before Harper could land his jump Tammers had placed a solid punch to the little mans nose. Harper flew almost 20 feet and landed on his back.
He didn't pass out though; he lay almost paralyzed for a moment staring at the ceiling. Tammy came onto his view. the Nietzschean towered over him and laughed heartily.
"Amateur."
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Beka woke up from her nap about 20 minutes before they neared the drift. She lazily sat up and let the room focus before she cleared the sleep from her eyes. It was a good nap. She got out of bed and walked over to her dresser where her black jacket lay ready. She ran her fingers through her hair and checked herself in the mirror before putting the jacket on and leaving her bedroom.
Anjel sat in the pilot's chair. Well maybe it was Anjel. The person before her had red curly hair that was artfully done to hide her ears but still be pulled back. She wore what looked like one of Rev Bem's robes, but it was much smaller. When she came closer she could see that it was Trance's Wayist robe that she had gotten when she had gone through that stage. At the time, Beka thought she was just trying to fit in on the ship. It didn't work.
As she walked over the clanky catwalk Anjel turned. Her skin now had freckles and red eyes. Crimson red, like someone had dropped blood into them. The irises were Green, but there was no white in sight. Beka stopped dead in her tracks.
Anjel smiled a little, "yeah I thought the eyes were a little much too, but you don't have anything else here that I could use to block the retina scans with."
"You're a Wayist?" Beka crooked her eye brow.
"I utterly accept and appreciate all that the Universe wishes for me.And I trust that the Divine will guide me in all o my travels." Anjel said in a mock spiritual tone. Hell, Beka almost believed her.
Beka had to crack up at that, and so did Anjel.
"Ok, while we are here, my name is Tranquility. Don't laugh; it's the best thing I could come up with. We say nothing about Tammers, Me, Alex, and especially the Dovolo, ok?"
"Ok, why?" Beka asked as she traded places with Anjel so she was now sitting in the pilot's chair.
"I may have slightly blown this place to smithereens on accidents a few months back." Anjel said adorably.
Beka smiled remembering the dirt Harper had pulled up on her. "Anjel Domascus, Right?"
"Yep, and here they would skin me alive. I bet they've got some pretty nice wanted pictures up though." Anjel smiled as she put on her hood.
"Ok, then lets just get this over with."
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I don't think you guys actually read these last notes, so why do I even write them?
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Beka put the Maru on auto pilot. They were maybe 4 hours away from the drift and she wanted a shower and a nap before they go there. She walked down the "hall", if you could call it that. It was more like a catwalk over a bunch of steaming objects. Beka kind of knew what they did, but since she had picked up Harper and he made so many modifications, she didn't know anything. It made her feel a little sad. Her baby was growing up and getting better and she really didn't know anything about it.
A Wheeble scurried past her and she let out a surprised little squeak, that's right Rebeka Valentine squeaked. God she hopped Anjel didn't hear that. Angrily she kicked the little red bug over the edge of the catwalk and watched as it fell into one of the machines bellow. She smiled with content until the bug reappeared, unharmed and fully functional. Durable little bastards.
She walked back to Anjel's room to tell her not to turn on any or the hot water because she was about to take a shower. She felt like she was giving the girl not only an opportunity to fuck with her, but also ideas. Great.
She knocked on the door and heard the distinct sound of the Overmen (a nietzschean band from the early commonwealth days.). She had stolen Beka's Music!! Oh now it was over.
Beka threw her shoulder into the door, which actually opened quite easily. Anjel had her back turned away from Beka and was surrounded by tools and make up. Automatic makeup appliers were scattered around in pieces. The music blared as Anjel banged her head and continued working.
Ok, this pissed her off. Not only had she stolen her music, but she was totally ignoring her. The chick was nietzschean; there was no way in hell that she couldn't hear Beka. Ok, maybe she didn't hear her walking in, but she had to hear the yelling. Beka gave up screaming over the music and reached for the Disk reader. She pressed the stop button and looked at Anjel. She continued to work.
Ok, now she was just being mean. Beka reached for the eject button, but Anjel's hand shot up and grabbed hers none to gently. "What are you doing?" Anjel asked calmly as she continued to work with one hand and hold Beka with the other.
"Don't come on my ship, take my music, wreck my make up, and then grab me and ask me what to do. Do you want to die?" Beka pulled her hand away rather roughly, brushing against the bone blades. The last one snapped easily off and began to twitch and writhe on the floor while Anjel's arm bled freely.
Anjel stopped what she was doing and immediately grabbed a discarded shirt that lay on the floor. She pressed it to her arm and looked up at Beka. Beka could see not only the pain, but concentration, and something else, pain. It wasn't physical pain, more a 'why did you hurt me' pain.
"The question is, do you want to die? Look I'm doing something. The music is mine, these makeup boxes I got from Trance's stuff, and they were about to get to a really good part in the song."
Beka said nothing, but she did reach down and pick up the bone blade that was still wiggling on the floor. She looked at the broken joint and the blood spurting out of the now severed limb.
"It's a prosthetic" Anjel explained, "Harper made it for me, and I just attached it like an hour ago. Thanks for ripping off some nerve endings too."
"Sorry" Beka said quietly as she handed the Bone spur back. Anjel set it on the ground next to a welder. She leaned over and reached in her bag to retrieve a skin mender.
She didn't look at Beka, but still spoke as she let the mender do its job. "You're lucky you know."
Beka didn't understand, "huh? What do ya mean?"
"Being born without bone blades." Anjel said lightly. Beka froze, how did she know?!
"What?" She played dumb, but she knew that her body had already given her away.
Anjel smiled as she flexed her new skin, "we'll talk later. How long till we get to the drift?"
Beka let her change the subject, "4 hours tops."
"Alright, I'll be ready by then." Anjel said as she put the bone blade in her bag and walked over to a closet to retrieve a pair of gauntlets and rags.
Beka suddenly became very uncomfortable. "Um, yeah. I'm going to take a shower-"
"Yeah,yeah, so don't use any hot water or the slip stream, or the power thrusters unless I want my ass hanging out the back the rest of the way there. Heard the speech before" Anjel laughed, "Or at least I will."
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Harper was scheming ways to get him back. No one messes with the Harper- Mister and gets away with it. On earth they had a word for it "pay back."
So what do you do to a nietzschean? Cut his life support. No, Andromeda would kill him. Suck out the air of his rooms? No there could be someone else there.
He heard Tammers walking down the corridors coming his way. He was actually singing, and he was pretty good at it. Of course Harper couldn't understand the all of the words, but it was something about sex, dieing, and drinking.
Harper got his own idea, sure it wasn't unique, in fact it was classic. But in a pinch the classics always work. Harper pushed himself up against the corner, As Tamerlane got closer, Seamus stopped breathing. OOOOOOOOOOO this was going to be fun!!
As Tammers got to him Harper jumped out from behind the corner and screamed. Tamerlane of course did exactly what a nietzschean would do when spooked and attacked, he fought back. Before Harper could land his jump Tammers had placed a solid punch to the little mans nose. Harper flew almost 20 feet and landed on his back.
He didn't pass out though; he lay almost paralyzed for a moment staring at the ceiling. Tammy came onto his view. the Nietzschean towered over him and laughed heartily.
"Amateur."
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Beka woke up from her nap about 20 minutes before they neared the drift. She lazily sat up and let the room focus before she cleared the sleep from her eyes. It was a good nap. She got out of bed and walked over to her dresser where her black jacket lay ready. She ran her fingers through her hair and checked herself in the mirror before putting the jacket on and leaving her bedroom.
Anjel sat in the pilot's chair. Well maybe it was Anjel. The person before her had red curly hair that was artfully done to hide her ears but still be pulled back. She wore what looked like one of Rev Bem's robes, but it was much smaller. When she came closer she could see that it was Trance's Wayist robe that she had gotten when she had gone through that stage. At the time, Beka thought she was just trying to fit in on the ship. It didn't work.
As she walked over the clanky catwalk Anjel turned. Her skin now had freckles and red eyes. Crimson red, like someone had dropped blood into them. The irises were Green, but there was no white in sight. Beka stopped dead in her tracks.
Anjel smiled a little, "yeah I thought the eyes were a little much too, but you don't have anything else here that I could use to block the retina scans with."
"You're a Wayist?" Beka crooked her eye brow.
"I utterly accept and appreciate all that the Universe wishes for me.And I trust that the Divine will guide me in all o my travels." Anjel said in a mock spiritual tone. Hell, Beka almost believed her.
Beka had to crack up at that, and so did Anjel.
"Ok, while we are here, my name is Tranquility. Don't laugh; it's the best thing I could come up with. We say nothing about Tammers, Me, Alex, and especially the Dovolo, ok?"
"Ok, why?" Beka asked as she traded places with Anjel so she was now sitting in the pilot's chair.
"I may have slightly blown this place to smithereens on accidents a few months back." Anjel said adorably.
Beka smiled remembering the dirt Harper had pulled up on her. "Anjel Domascus, Right?"
"Yep, and here they would skin me alive. I bet they've got some pretty nice wanted pictures up though." Anjel smiled as she put on her hood.
"Ok, then lets just get this over with."
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I don't think you guys actually read these last notes, so why do I even write them?