Title: Starlight, Starlight
Chapter 3: The Quiet Times
Author: Steven Quinlan
Disclaimer: I own them all....Psych! However the plot is mine
Archives: Let me know where, but otherwise feel free to archive
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From Beka Valentine's Point-of-view
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Some say violence is the last refuge of the incompetent, I believe it is the first refuge of the righteous
Alose Sendrakin
Captain of the Nietzschean Starship Empire's End
8819 CY
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"Maru, this is Dylan, please say again?" What? Does Dylan think I have all day to discuss things with him. I grimace as I pull out a force lance from the Maru's armory, I also take a pair of concussion grenades and a single flashbang with an armstrap holster.
Bless Tyr for always wanting a usefull weapon within arms reach. He spent two weeks going over the Maru's armory and upgrading it with various weapons. I'm not sure I want to know where he got them, I don't care, right now i'm just glad they are there.
I stalk back over to the control panel and flip on the communications.
"I'll make this quick, I have a friend to rescue. We were outside Dorvaths medical clinic when three Nietzscheans jumped me and Harper, while two of them were giving me this bloody lip and black eye you can see, the third beat Harper down and carried him of. Now i'm going to find him!"
Damn straight I am, Harper isn't just my Engineer, he's my friend, but moreover he's my responsibility, and I won't let anyone hurt him anymore. If that bothers Dylan then he can just take his complaints and shove them where even Rommie won't find them
As I wait for a reprimand I continue to strap weapons to my belt. My coat should cover most of them. The screen flickers as Tyr joins the debate. He looks at me with those intense eyes...stay focusssed Valentine.
"Wait for us, I can be on the surface in twenty minutes"
I smile at that. Tyr may not like Harper overly much, but by now he probably considers him part of our little dysfunctional family, and Tyr is very protective of his family.
Heck, I don't like Harper all the time, he's annoying, way to hyper and has a two track mind. One dirty track and a spare in case it gets broken, but he is family to me. He's the annoying kid brother you'd love to smack, but who you would hate for something to happen to.
"Fine, then start looking as soon as you land, I'll have a twenty minute headstart on you."
"You do realise that taking that sort of weaponry into the Kendran drift will cause trouble if you are caught"
"Yes!" Tell me something I don't know. I'm carrying enough armorments to start a small war, especially now that I've put on one of Tyr's shoulde sheaths. The man does build very conmplete weapons belts.
Tyr gives me a wolfish grin, "Good, then I will join you in twenty minutes." As he signs off I shake my head. He may be a Nietzschean, but he sure is an odd one.
As I walk out of the Maru, I realise what I hate most about Harper being missing. As much as I am annoyed when Harper let's his mouth run, I've become used to hearing him talk. Ever since he lost his eyes, he's talked less, and had far more venom in his voice than he should.
I hate these quiet times, when Harper is gone or sick, when I can't shake my head in exasperation as he goes on about his latest gadget, or how much sparky cola he drinks, or how Trance is a purple babe, or whatever.
He's my friend, and I want him back. Nietzscheans, when I find you, you are going to wish your daddy's hadn't been such perfect specimens. Watch out Kendran drift, Beka Valentine is coming in.
Chapter 3: The Quiet Times
Author: Steven Quinlan
Disclaimer: I own them all....Psych! However the plot is mine
Archives: Let me know where, but otherwise feel free to archive
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From Beka Valentine's Point-of-view
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Some say violence is the last refuge of the incompetent, I believe it is the first refuge of the righteous
Alose Sendrakin
Captain of the Nietzschean Starship Empire's End
8819 CY
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"Maru, this is Dylan, please say again?" What? Does Dylan think I have all day to discuss things with him. I grimace as I pull out a force lance from the Maru's armory, I also take a pair of concussion grenades and a single flashbang with an armstrap holster.
Bless Tyr for always wanting a usefull weapon within arms reach. He spent two weeks going over the Maru's armory and upgrading it with various weapons. I'm not sure I want to know where he got them, I don't care, right now i'm just glad they are there.
I stalk back over to the control panel and flip on the communications.
"I'll make this quick, I have a friend to rescue. We were outside Dorvaths medical clinic when three Nietzscheans jumped me and Harper, while two of them were giving me this bloody lip and black eye you can see, the third beat Harper down and carried him of. Now i'm going to find him!"
Damn straight I am, Harper isn't just my Engineer, he's my friend, but moreover he's my responsibility, and I won't let anyone hurt him anymore. If that bothers Dylan then he can just take his complaints and shove them where even Rommie won't find them
As I wait for a reprimand I continue to strap weapons to my belt. My coat should cover most of them. The screen flickers as Tyr joins the debate. He looks at me with those intense eyes...stay focusssed Valentine.
"Wait for us, I can be on the surface in twenty minutes"
I smile at that. Tyr may not like Harper overly much, but by now he probably considers him part of our little dysfunctional family, and Tyr is very protective of his family.
Heck, I don't like Harper all the time, he's annoying, way to hyper and has a two track mind. One dirty track and a spare in case it gets broken, but he is family to me. He's the annoying kid brother you'd love to smack, but who you would hate for something to happen to.
"Fine, then start looking as soon as you land, I'll have a twenty minute headstart on you."
"You do realise that taking that sort of weaponry into the Kendran drift will cause trouble if you are caught"
"Yes!" Tell me something I don't know. I'm carrying enough armorments to start a small war, especially now that I've put on one of Tyr's shoulde sheaths. The man does build very conmplete weapons belts.
Tyr gives me a wolfish grin, "Good, then I will join you in twenty minutes." As he signs off I shake my head. He may be a Nietzschean, but he sure is an odd one.
As I walk out of the Maru, I realise what I hate most about Harper being missing. As much as I am annoyed when Harper let's his mouth run, I've become used to hearing him talk. Ever since he lost his eyes, he's talked less, and had far more venom in his voice than he should.
I hate these quiet times, when Harper is gone or sick, when I can't shake my head in exasperation as he goes on about his latest gadget, or how much sparky cola he drinks, or how Trance is a purple babe, or whatever.
He's my friend, and I want him back. Nietzscheans, when I find you, you are going to wish your daddy's hadn't been such perfect specimens. Watch out Kendran drift, Beka Valentine is coming in.