"Oh my God! Oh my God! He really did it. I killed him! He's dead!" Rommie
screamed in horror while jumping up and down.
"But didn't you want to kill him?" Harper asked. "I mean before when you took Beka's gun, isn't that what you were going to do?"
Rommie ceased her jumping around, much to Rev's relief, as it was making him slightly sick watching her.
"Well, yes, I supposed I did want to kill him." She said. "But just because I wanted to kill him doesn't mean I wanted him to die."
"Huh?" Dylan, Beka, Trance, Rev, Harper, and Andromeda all said at once.
"Never mind." Rommie said exasperated.
"Hold on. I am detecting something in space." Andromeda said.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! It's his poor little dead body. I just know it. I killed him. Waaaaaaaaahhhh!!" Rommie cried.
"Would you shut up?" Andromeda yelled. "I can not believe I am that annoying. We apologize to all of you for our behavior. We should not act the way she is acting as it is unbecoming to an officer of the Commonwealth such as myself."
"Huh?" replied Dylan, Beka, Harper, Rommie, and Trance.
"Ha, Ha, Ha!" laughed Rev. "I understood her! I understood her!" he chanted while doing a victory dance.
"Anyway," Andromeda replied looking at Rev askance, "as I was saying before I interrupted myself, I have detected Tyr, alive, just outside the Maru. He seems to be wearing an EVA suit as well as a safety harness."
"That jerk!" Rommie said indignantly. "I AM going to kill him for scaring me like that."
"No, you aren't." Trance said shaking her finger in Rommie's face. "That is what started this in the first place."
"No, Dylan started this when he brought that stupid worm back here." Rommie said.
"Hey, it wasn't his fault." Beka said. "It was just a stupid accident."
"Yeah!" Dylan said. "I was just a stupid accident."
"You can say that again." Harper mumbled.
"AH-HUM!" Andromeda said, clearing her throat. "We are receiving another message from Tyr. This one is a live transmission."
Everyone turned toward the screen. There in front of them, alive and well, was their own beloved Tyr Anasazi.
"I still want to kill him." Rommie muttered under her breath.
"Rommie, my love, I thought long and hard about what I could do to impress you. At first when you asked me to jump out of an airlock, I was devastated. Then I realized you only wanted a display of my bravery and courage. I know that as a powerful warship, you probably don't find feats of strength and fighting skills very impressive. Therefore, I am going to demonstrate my more artistic skills. Now, for your viewing pleasure, I am going to perform a space ballet." He said as he began prancing and leaping through space. He turned a pirouette and then did a little curtsey. The effect was somewhat marred by the EVA suit.
"Well, isn't that cute?" Rommie asked with a grin. Looking around she noticed she was alone. "Hey, where did everyone go?" she asked.
"I believe they all went to the bathrooms." Andromeda replied, looking a little green herself.
"Humph, no one appreciates art anymore." Rommie sniffed. Turning back to the screen she watched Tyr, occasionally clapping her hands when he did something truly artistic.
"But didn't you want to kill him?" Harper asked. "I mean before when you took Beka's gun, isn't that what you were going to do?"
Rommie ceased her jumping around, much to Rev's relief, as it was making him slightly sick watching her.
"Well, yes, I supposed I did want to kill him." She said. "But just because I wanted to kill him doesn't mean I wanted him to die."
"Huh?" Dylan, Beka, Trance, Rev, Harper, and Andromeda all said at once.
"Never mind." Rommie said exasperated.
"Hold on. I am detecting something in space." Andromeda said.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! It's his poor little dead body. I just know it. I killed him. Waaaaaaaaahhhh!!" Rommie cried.
"Would you shut up?" Andromeda yelled. "I can not believe I am that annoying. We apologize to all of you for our behavior. We should not act the way she is acting as it is unbecoming to an officer of the Commonwealth such as myself."
"Huh?" replied Dylan, Beka, Harper, Rommie, and Trance.
"Ha, Ha, Ha!" laughed Rev. "I understood her! I understood her!" he chanted while doing a victory dance.
"Anyway," Andromeda replied looking at Rev askance, "as I was saying before I interrupted myself, I have detected Tyr, alive, just outside the Maru. He seems to be wearing an EVA suit as well as a safety harness."
"That jerk!" Rommie said indignantly. "I AM going to kill him for scaring me like that."
"No, you aren't." Trance said shaking her finger in Rommie's face. "That is what started this in the first place."
"No, Dylan started this when he brought that stupid worm back here." Rommie said.
"Hey, it wasn't his fault." Beka said. "It was just a stupid accident."
"Yeah!" Dylan said. "I was just a stupid accident."
"You can say that again." Harper mumbled.
"AH-HUM!" Andromeda said, clearing her throat. "We are receiving another message from Tyr. This one is a live transmission."
Everyone turned toward the screen. There in front of them, alive and well, was their own beloved Tyr Anasazi.
"I still want to kill him." Rommie muttered under her breath.
"Rommie, my love, I thought long and hard about what I could do to impress you. At first when you asked me to jump out of an airlock, I was devastated. Then I realized you only wanted a display of my bravery and courage. I know that as a powerful warship, you probably don't find feats of strength and fighting skills very impressive. Therefore, I am going to demonstrate my more artistic skills. Now, for your viewing pleasure, I am going to perform a space ballet." He said as he began prancing and leaping through space. He turned a pirouette and then did a little curtsey. The effect was somewhat marred by the EVA suit.
"Well, isn't that cute?" Rommie asked with a grin. Looking around she noticed she was alone. "Hey, where did everyone go?" she asked.
"I believe they all went to the bathrooms." Andromeda replied, looking a little green herself.
"Humph, no one appreciates art anymore." Rommie sniffed. Turning back to the screen she watched Tyr, occasionally clapping her hands when he did something truly artistic.