"How much longer now?" Beka asked while lying on the bed in medical.
"Twenty five hours and thirteen minutes for you. Twenty nine hours and forty three minutes for me." Rommie replied from the next bed.
"Okay." Beka said with a deep sigh.
A little bit later:
"So now how long?" Beka asked.
"Twenty five hours and nine minutes for you. Twenty nine hours and thirty nine minutes for me." was the reply.
"Thanks."
"Sure, no problem."
And still a little bit later:
"Now how long?"
"Twenty five hours…" Rommie started but was interrupted by the door opening.
Both women immediately closed their eyes tight and pretended to still be sleeping. Rommie even tried to affect a slight snoring sound to lend credibility to the act.
"Relax, it's just me." Harper said, coming into the room.
"Did they follow you?" Beka demanded.
"No, you are safe for now. Trance has them in hydroponics trying to reason with them." He said with a grin.
"Reason with them about what?" Beka asked jumping off the bed and facing Harper with a grimace.
"Well," Harper said running his fingers through his hair, "do you want the bad news or the worse news?"
"Give us the bad news first." Beka sighed.
"Trance caught Dylan sending invitations for the wedding and the reception that is going to follow to all the leaders of the Commonwealth members." He said after taking a couple steps backwards.
Beka drew her gun and turned toward the door. "I will be right back. I am just going to kill him now." She said as simply as if she were stating what she was having for lunch.
"You can't." Rommie said sympathetically. "He is still my captain and I am afraid I can't allow you to do it. I really am sorry though."
"You never let me have any fun." Beka whined sticking out her bottom lip and pouting.
"Okay." Harper said looking a little distressed at having the two of them acting this way. "So maybe we should just skip the worse news."
"No, you better go ahead and tell us and get it over with." Beka said.
Harper backed all the way up to the door just in case Rommie decided to go the 'kill the messenger' route first. Very quickly he said, "Trance also caught Tyr inviting the Nietzscheans, ALL of them."
Rommie cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. After a moment, she gently reached over and took the gun from Beka's hand. She began moving toward the door with an evil grin on her face.
"Rommie, stop!" Beka ordered.
"But Beka, he invited the NEITZSCHEANS!" Rommie said.
"I don't care; if I can't have any fun neither can you. And it's no fair for you to use internal defenses either."
Throwing the gun down in disgust, Rommie stalked back over to her bed. "Fine! See if I care." She said.
With a sigh Beka also laid back down.
"So how much longer now?" she asked.
"Twenty four hours and forty nine minutes for you. Twenty nine hours and nineteen minutes for me."
Harper just shook his head and left as quickly as he could.
"Twenty five hours and thirteen minutes for you. Twenty nine hours and forty three minutes for me." Rommie replied from the next bed.
"Okay." Beka said with a deep sigh.
A little bit later:
"So now how long?" Beka asked.
"Twenty five hours and nine minutes for you. Twenty nine hours and thirty nine minutes for me." was the reply.
"Thanks."
"Sure, no problem."
And still a little bit later:
"Now how long?"
"Twenty five hours…" Rommie started but was interrupted by the door opening.
Both women immediately closed their eyes tight and pretended to still be sleeping. Rommie even tried to affect a slight snoring sound to lend credibility to the act.
"Relax, it's just me." Harper said, coming into the room.
"Did they follow you?" Beka demanded.
"No, you are safe for now. Trance has them in hydroponics trying to reason with them." He said with a grin.
"Reason with them about what?" Beka asked jumping off the bed and facing Harper with a grimace.
"Well," Harper said running his fingers through his hair, "do you want the bad news or the worse news?"
"Give us the bad news first." Beka sighed.
"Trance caught Dylan sending invitations for the wedding and the reception that is going to follow to all the leaders of the Commonwealth members." He said after taking a couple steps backwards.
Beka drew her gun and turned toward the door. "I will be right back. I am just going to kill him now." She said as simply as if she were stating what she was having for lunch.
"You can't." Rommie said sympathetically. "He is still my captain and I am afraid I can't allow you to do it. I really am sorry though."
"You never let me have any fun." Beka whined sticking out her bottom lip and pouting.
"Okay." Harper said looking a little distressed at having the two of them acting this way. "So maybe we should just skip the worse news."
"No, you better go ahead and tell us and get it over with." Beka said.
Harper backed all the way up to the door just in case Rommie decided to go the 'kill the messenger' route first. Very quickly he said, "Trance also caught Tyr inviting the Nietzscheans, ALL of them."
Rommie cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. After a moment, she gently reached over and took the gun from Beka's hand. She began moving toward the door with an evil grin on her face.
"Rommie, stop!" Beka ordered.
"But Beka, he invited the NEITZSCHEANS!" Rommie said.
"I don't care; if I can't have any fun neither can you. And it's no fair for you to use internal defenses either."
Throwing the gun down in disgust, Rommie stalked back over to her bed. "Fine! See if I care." She said.
With a sigh Beka also laid back down.
"So how much longer now?" she asked.
"Twenty four hours and forty nine minutes for you. Twenty nine hours and nineteen minutes for me."
Harper just shook his head and left as quickly as he could.