Title: All Alone
Author: Amicitia (Aurora15@angelfire.com)
Rating: PG-13 ( There's a little bit of *touchy feely* in some future chapters, but not really in the first, and a little bit of swearing)
Summary: When the Andromeda visits a planet with a scattered past, Trance is arrested for the crimes of her people.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. Please don't sue, I'm a High School freshmen, I have to money.
Author's Notes: This is first fanfic period and I haven't had anyone beta read it yet, so please be nice. If you wanna download it, fix it, and e-mail it back to me, feel free. Oh, and I'm a Trance/Harper shipper, so of course, in my story there will be the beginning's of a relationship blossoming.
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The Andromeda had docked on the commerce station orbiting the planet of Plarisis. Dylan was meeting with the Plarisian Ambassador to discuss the Plarisian's signing the charter and joining the New Commonwealth.
The Plarisian's were a desert people, and Plarisis itself only had a water content of about 35%. But it also contained a powerful healing agent that was extremely hard to mind and it would add provoke other planets and systems to join if Plarisis were a part of the New Commonwealth. The race itself had almost grainy skin that seemed to match the very planet itself. And they had large water storage sacks hanging just below there jaw line for easy access, which made them speak as if their mouths were full, Dylan had to strain his ears to hear what the Ambassador was saying. They were not the most pleasant looking species. But then again, neither are the Magog.
"Plarisis used to inhabit a double planet system. But our sister planet of Rodana was destroyed approximately one hundred years ago by an alien force and we have been rebuilding what was destroyed from the blast since then. Because much of the debri from the explosion collided with our planets surface."
The Plarisian Ambassador explained their planet predicament to Dylan as they walked together down Andromeda's corridor's to the command deck.
"You're lucky the explosion didn't destroy Plarisis' orbit completely. How was Rodana destroyed." Dylan asked, he was a bit worried but didn't let it show on his face. If there was another race that could destroy a planet besides Andromeda and the Nietzschean's. They could have even more problems to deal with.
The Ambassador hung his head solemnly as if reluctant to talk about what had happened. He sighed as he depicted the destruction of his sister planet.
"Maybe a decade before Rodana was destroyed, our people made first contact with an unknown species that called themselves the Serilans. There planet was "off the beaten path" if you will and they had been traveling for some time trying to find planet with sentient beings.
He paused, as if he had to collect his thoughts as to how he was going to phrase what he was about to say.
"There ship was a generational one, there were approximately 30 elders from the original crew, maybe 20 adults, 25 some odd teenager's, 15 children, and several women on the ship were pregnant."
At this Dylan stopped, it was very rare to risk being pregnant in space, let alone give birth. The low gravity was dangerous to the fetus.
"They risked pregnancy in space?" He asked, trying to confirm his suspicions.
"They had altered each one of there physiologies at birth so that their children grew in pods for approximately 85 year, the pods protected the fetus from the danger's of space travel. While the mother's could continue about their work without the problems of pregnancy in their way."
"85 year?" Dylan asked, he had heard of long term pregnancies in some species but 85 years was a little much.
The Ambassador nodded his head. "Their average life-span was about 120 years. They would become pregnant at about age 15 and by the time there children were born, taught how to run the ship and then turn 15, it would be about time for the parents to die.
"So what happened to Rodana?" Dylan didn't want to wander from his original question.
"Captain...I think there is something you should know about the Serilans. They had...unnatural abilities."
Dylan stopped when he heard the edge in the Ambassador's voice.
"They had an uncanny ability to be able to see different outcomes and possibilities for the future. Precognition if you will."
They continued walking as the Ambassador continued. "Needless to say our scientists were very intrigued, if we could harness this races ability we could, theoretically...."
"Predict the future...." Dylan finished for him, not quite liking where this conversation was going.
"Precisely Captain. We asked the Serilans if we could perform brain scans on several members of their crew to determine the cause of their precognitive abilities, but they refused. Our government was not happy with their utter lack of gratitude for our help. So they told us to try to sway them to help us, and if they still wouldn't cooperate, then to use force."
Dylan turned and grabbed the Ambassador's arm, a look of shock written all over his face. "You enslaved them?"
The Ambassador's face was a mask, showing no emotion, no regret or shame. Nothing to persuade the Captain that he was sorry for what his race had done.
"Well Captain we couldn't very well let such a wonderful opportunity slip through our preverbal fingers now could we?" His face showed the features of a man telling a child the facts of life, as if this was common knowledge, and continued. "But that is not important, what is important is that they dared to runaway! They stole one of our prototype battle ships and escaped Rodana's orbit."
"Then how was Rodana destroyed?" Dylan thought he already knew the answer to that question, but he wanted to see the man next to him squirm with shame. He had never really been a revengeful man, except when Andromeda was involved. But the things this man's species had done to this race was unforgivable.
"About eight years later the Serilans returned, they had behind then an entire battalion of ships I'm assuming they brought along to help them, with the promise that they would give them some of our healing herbs. And they blew Rodana to hell! Three billion of my people died that day. And it has been taught to school children ever since that one day we will find them and make them pay!"
Dylan was restraining himself from attacking them man standing in front of him. How dare he be so arrogant. Dylan was beginning to re-think whether or not he wanted this man and his people to be a apart of the New Commonwealth.
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On the command deck of the Andromeda Ascendant, Harper and Trance were looking after the Andromeda while Tyr, Beka, and Rev were on the commerce station and Dylan was discussing diplomacy. They were completely unaware of the dialogue that was going on between their Captain and the planets Ambassador.
Harper was once again fixing the ever tiresome slipstream drive, that seemed to break everytime they docked somewhere where he could have a little fun. And Trance was watching over the sensor, which at the moment were doing nothing but sweeping back and forth. So instead he was swinging back and forth in the ships piloting chair playing with her hair.
Harper peeked out behind one of the access panels to the slipstream drive on Andromeda's command deck to see Trance suddenly stand up and start fiddling with her fingers nervously.
His sparkly purple friend had been acting strangely ever since they had entered Plarisian space, and had become even more stressed since they had entered Plarisis' orbit. She had refused to meet the Ambassador that the Plarisian Republic had sent to Andromeda and Dylan had had to make an excuse that she was ill. Personally he didn't blame her, the Plarisian's weren't exactly the most homely looking creatures in the galaxy.
As he watched Trance pace he leaned back and look at her from top to bottom appraisingly.
She was wearing tan shorts that cut off high along her thigh and a tight multi-colored tank top that accented her.......NO! He would not think of her that way! Trance was his best friend. But lately he had found himself being more and more attracted to her.
DAMN HIS STUPID MALE DRIVEN HORMONES!
Trance noticed Harper looking at her from his place on the floor of Andromeda's command deck. But she avoided eye contact with him for fear that he would see the termoil behind her emotional eyes.
Trance had never told anyone about her family, about her past. She was afraid that they would get caught in the crossfire between her and her past. And she would not, for any reason, let them get hurt because of her. It's why she had never really let the rest of the crew into the little forcefield she had put up around herself. But as she looked at Harper, and the longing that was hidden that was behind those beautiful blue eye's, her heart reached out to him.
She was finding it harder to deny her feelings for him. But she knew she had to. As much as she loved the rest of the crew, Harper held a special place in her heart. She could not loose him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a beeping sound from the sensor console. She hopped of the pilots chair and ran over to see what the cause of the alarm was.
"Uh...Harper....you better come look at this."
Harper's head snapped up at the sound of Trance's voice calling his name. He walked over to the console where Trance was standing to see what she was talking about. He soon realized that it was only a cargo ship leaving port from the planet's commerce station. He smiled at her innocence and nievety. It was rare in this day in age, one of the many reasons he loved her.........oh shit......he loved her.....this is not good, not good at all. Beka was gonna kill him.
"No worries Trance babe, it's just a supply ship leaving the station, you remember. The good old days on the Maru, performing salvage runs for the highest bitter. Those are just our kindred tryin to make a livin.
"That's all?" Trance looked at him with worried eyes.
"That's all." Harper reassured her. But do to his recent revelation he was suddenly very aware of how close he was to her. His arm was placed around her and down next to her hand on the sensor console. Which brought his chest very close to her back. He was tactfully trying to retreat so that he didn't freak her out when, to his great surprise, Trance leaned into his chest.
You should not be doing this, you should not be doing this!!!! Trance's mind screamed in protest against of her actions in the past several seconds.
But the close proximity had been too much for her and she had finally given into the emotions she had been feeling for the past couple months. She could no longer just be his friend, the tension between them was too strong. A small smile spread across her face as she realized he wasn't pulling back.
Harper slowly but deliberately placed his hand on hers and slowly ran his hand up her arm to rest just below her shoulder sending tingles throughout his body. He was using every ounce of will he had not to give into his raging hormones, spin her around and kiss her passionately.
Trance's tail flicked back and forth gleefully. But there little world was shattered as Dylan walked onto command. Apparently arguing with the Ambassador the Plarisis government had sent.
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Dylan walked onto command to see Harper and Trance standing by the sensor console looking rather tense. He brushed it off. He had other things to worry about. He had spent the past 20 minutes arguing with the Ambassador, trying to convince him that what they had done to the Serilans was wrong, and desperately wanted to change the subject. There was no getting through to him.
"Ambassador. You have already met my engineer, Seamus Harper. This is our science officer Trance Gemini.
The Ambassador looked up at the two young people in front of him. One was the young man he had met earlier, and the other was....."
"Captain! What is the meaning of this!"
"The meaning of what?"
"That girl! She is of the race that destroyed Rodana! Guards! To the command deck of the Andromeda now!"
"What are you doing Ambassador!?" Dylan asked, assuming his intimidating Captain role.
"This is Plarisis space Captain. That girl will atone for the crimes of her species!"
TO BE CONTINUED
Author: Amicitia (Aurora15@angelfire.com)
Rating: PG-13 ( There's a little bit of *touchy feely* in some future chapters, but not really in the first, and a little bit of swearing)
Summary: When the Andromeda visits a planet with a scattered past, Trance is arrested for the crimes of her people.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. Please don't sue, I'm a High School freshmen, I have to money.
Author's Notes: This is first fanfic period and I haven't had anyone beta read it yet, so please be nice. If you wanna download it, fix it, and e-mail it back to me, feel free. Oh, and I'm a Trance/Harper shipper, so of course, in my story there will be the beginning's of a relationship blossoming.
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The Andromeda had docked on the commerce station orbiting the planet of Plarisis. Dylan was meeting with the Plarisian Ambassador to discuss the Plarisian's signing the charter and joining the New Commonwealth.
The Plarisian's were a desert people, and Plarisis itself only had a water content of about 35%. But it also contained a powerful healing agent that was extremely hard to mind and it would add provoke other planets and systems to join if Plarisis were a part of the New Commonwealth. The race itself had almost grainy skin that seemed to match the very planet itself. And they had large water storage sacks hanging just below there jaw line for easy access, which made them speak as if their mouths were full, Dylan had to strain his ears to hear what the Ambassador was saying. They were not the most pleasant looking species. But then again, neither are the Magog.
"Plarisis used to inhabit a double planet system. But our sister planet of Rodana was destroyed approximately one hundred years ago by an alien force and we have been rebuilding what was destroyed from the blast since then. Because much of the debri from the explosion collided with our planets surface."
The Plarisian Ambassador explained their planet predicament to Dylan as they walked together down Andromeda's corridor's to the command deck.
"You're lucky the explosion didn't destroy Plarisis' orbit completely. How was Rodana destroyed." Dylan asked, he was a bit worried but didn't let it show on his face. If there was another race that could destroy a planet besides Andromeda and the Nietzschean's. They could have even more problems to deal with.
The Ambassador hung his head solemnly as if reluctant to talk about what had happened. He sighed as he depicted the destruction of his sister planet.
"Maybe a decade before Rodana was destroyed, our people made first contact with an unknown species that called themselves the Serilans. There planet was "off the beaten path" if you will and they had been traveling for some time trying to find planet with sentient beings.
He paused, as if he had to collect his thoughts as to how he was going to phrase what he was about to say.
"There ship was a generational one, there were approximately 30 elders from the original crew, maybe 20 adults, 25 some odd teenager's, 15 children, and several women on the ship were pregnant."
At this Dylan stopped, it was very rare to risk being pregnant in space, let alone give birth. The low gravity was dangerous to the fetus.
"They risked pregnancy in space?" He asked, trying to confirm his suspicions.
"They had altered each one of there physiologies at birth so that their children grew in pods for approximately 85 year, the pods protected the fetus from the danger's of space travel. While the mother's could continue about their work without the problems of pregnancy in their way."
"85 year?" Dylan asked, he had heard of long term pregnancies in some species but 85 years was a little much.
The Ambassador nodded his head. "Their average life-span was about 120 years. They would become pregnant at about age 15 and by the time there children were born, taught how to run the ship and then turn 15, it would be about time for the parents to die.
"So what happened to Rodana?" Dylan didn't want to wander from his original question.
"Captain...I think there is something you should know about the Serilans. They had...unnatural abilities."
Dylan stopped when he heard the edge in the Ambassador's voice.
"They had an uncanny ability to be able to see different outcomes and possibilities for the future. Precognition if you will."
They continued walking as the Ambassador continued. "Needless to say our scientists were very intrigued, if we could harness this races ability we could, theoretically...."
"Predict the future...." Dylan finished for him, not quite liking where this conversation was going.
"Precisely Captain. We asked the Serilans if we could perform brain scans on several members of their crew to determine the cause of their precognitive abilities, but they refused. Our government was not happy with their utter lack of gratitude for our help. So they told us to try to sway them to help us, and if they still wouldn't cooperate, then to use force."
Dylan turned and grabbed the Ambassador's arm, a look of shock written all over his face. "You enslaved them?"
The Ambassador's face was a mask, showing no emotion, no regret or shame. Nothing to persuade the Captain that he was sorry for what his race had done.
"Well Captain we couldn't very well let such a wonderful opportunity slip through our preverbal fingers now could we?" His face showed the features of a man telling a child the facts of life, as if this was common knowledge, and continued. "But that is not important, what is important is that they dared to runaway! They stole one of our prototype battle ships and escaped Rodana's orbit."
"Then how was Rodana destroyed?" Dylan thought he already knew the answer to that question, but he wanted to see the man next to him squirm with shame. He had never really been a revengeful man, except when Andromeda was involved. But the things this man's species had done to this race was unforgivable.
"About eight years later the Serilans returned, they had behind then an entire battalion of ships I'm assuming they brought along to help them, with the promise that they would give them some of our healing herbs. And they blew Rodana to hell! Three billion of my people died that day. And it has been taught to school children ever since that one day we will find them and make them pay!"
Dylan was restraining himself from attacking them man standing in front of him. How dare he be so arrogant. Dylan was beginning to re-think whether or not he wanted this man and his people to be a apart of the New Commonwealth.
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On the command deck of the Andromeda Ascendant, Harper and Trance were looking after the Andromeda while Tyr, Beka, and Rev were on the commerce station and Dylan was discussing diplomacy. They were completely unaware of the dialogue that was going on between their Captain and the planets Ambassador.
Harper was once again fixing the ever tiresome slipstream drive, that seemed to break everytime they docked somewhere where he could have a little fun. And Trance was watching over the sensor, which at the moment were doing nothing but sweeping back and forth. So instead he was swinging back and forth in the ships piloting chair playing with her hair.
Harper peeked out behind one of the access panels to the slipstream drive on Andromeda's command deck to see Trance suddenly stand up and start fiddling with her fingers nervously.
His sparkly purple friend had been acting strangely ever since they had entered Plarisian space, and had become even more stressed since they had entered Plarisis' orbit. She had refused to meet the Ambassador that the Plarisian Republic had sent to Andromeda and Dylan had had to make an excuse that she was ill. Personally he didn't blame her, the Plarisian's weren't exactly the most homely looking creatures in the galaxy.
As he watched Trance pace he leaned back and look at her from top to bottom appraisingly.
She was wearing tan shorts that cut off high along her thigh and a tight multi-colored tank top that accented her.......NO! He would not think of her that way! Trance was his best friend. But lately he had found himself being more and more attracted to her.
DAMN HIS STUPID MALE DRIVEN HORMONES!
Trance noticed Harper looking at her from his place on the floor of Andromeda's command deck. But she avoided eye contact with him for fear that he would see the termoil behind her emotional eyes.
Trance had never told anyone about her family, about her past. She was afraid that they would get caught in the crossfire between her and her past. And she would not, for any reason, let them get hurt because of her. It's why she had never really let the rest of the crew into the little forcefield she had put up around herself. But as she looked at Harper, and the longing that was hidden that was behind those beautiful blue eye's, her heart reached out to him.
She was finding it harder to deny her feelings for him. But she knew she had to. As much as she loved the rest of the crew, Harper held a special place in her heart. She could not loose him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a beeping sound from the sensor console. She hopped of the pilots chair and ran over to see what the cause of the alarm was.
"Uh...Harper....you better come look at this."
Harper's head snapped up at the sound of Trance's voice calling his name. He walked over to the console where Trance was standing to see what she was talking about. He soon realized that it was only a cargo ship leaving port from the planet's commerce station. He smiled at her innocence and nievety. It was rare in this day in age, one of the many reasons he loved her.........oh shit......he loved her.....this is not good, not good at all. Beka was gonna kill him.
"No worries Trance babe, it's just a supply ship leaving the station, you remember. The good old days on the Maru, performing salvage runs for the highest bitter. Those are just our kindred tryin to make a livin.
"That's all?" Trance looked at him with worried eyes.
"That's all." Harper reassured her. But do to his recent revelation he was suddenly very aware of how close he was to her. His arm was placed around her and down next to her hand on the sensor console. Which brought his chest very close to her back. He was tactfully trying to retreat so that he didn't freak her out when, to his great surprise, Trance leaned into his chest.
You should not be doing this, you should not be doing this!!!! Trance's mind screamed in protest against of her actions in the past several seconds.
But the close proximity had been too much for her and she had finally given into the emotions she had been feeling for the past couple months. She could no longer just be his friend, the tension between them was too strong. A small smile spread across her face as she realized he wasn't pulling back.
Harper slowly but deliberately placed his hand on hers and slowly ran his hand up her arm to rest just below her shoulder sending tingles throughout his body. He was using every ounce of will he had not to give into his raging hormones, spin her around and kiss her passionately.
Trance's tail flicked back and forth gleefully. But there little world was shattered as Dylan walked onto command. Apparently arguing with the Ambassador the Plarisis government had sent.
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Dylan walked onto command to see Harper and Trance standing by the sensor console looking rather tense. He brushed it off. He had other things to worry about. He had spent the past 20 minutes arguing with the Ambassador, trying to convince him that what they had done to the Serilans was wrong, and desperately wanted to change the subject. There was no getting through to him.
"Ambassador. You have already met my engineer, Seamus Harper. This is our science officer Trance Gemini.
The Ambassador looked up at the two young people in front of him. One was the young man he had met earlier, and the other was....."
"Captain! What is the meaning of this!"
"The meaning of what?"
"That girl! She is of the race that destroyed Rodana! Guards! To the command deck of the Andromeda now!"
"What are you doing Ambassador!?" Dylan asked, assuming his intimidating Captain role.
"This is Plarisis space Captain. That girl will atone for the crimes of her species!"
TO BE CONTINUED