Trance knew the others wouldn't know the difference between her day clothes and her night ones, so she rushed out in her pajamas. Her mind kept repeating one thing: Tyr had been in her room! Her cheeks burned purple with embarrassment. She was just glad it had been the Nietzschean. The others would have asked questions, been alarmed or fascinated with her surroundings, but Tyr wasn't interested in things like that. Harper and Dylan and Rev however, were. Maybe Beka as well. But there was no time to dwell on that. She was late! Now that she thought about it, she had never overslept before. Trance made a note to ask Harper if those "dulce de leches" they had last night always made a person so sleepy.
When Trance hurried in Dylan paused and nodded toward his young officer, then finished his lecture on Tiraun customs. The alien species had very strict social rules, and he did not want anyone making a faux pas around the soon-to-be Commonwealth members. "Trance, Rommie, I want you two to come with me." Trance was a little wary of going down to the strange planet, but felt she needed to make up for this morning.
"Sure, Dylan. Should I bring anything? Food? Weapons?"
"I'm sure that won't be necessary," Andromeda answered for him. "The Tirauns are a very simple people. Quite primitive."
"That's not very nice. Just because they're a little behind, doesn't mean they won't catch up! Now, when do we go?"
Dylan gave her a smile. "Right now. That is, if Harper's fixed the space module."
"Right. About that…I haven't exactly gotten around to it yet." The crew gave him a look. "Okay! Okay! I'll go fix it. Of course, I'll need a little music, maybe a snack…" Harper started off to the kitchen. Beka intercepted him and turned him around, escorting him towards the rear deck. "But Beka! It's so boring! I'm a genius. This is like, stuff for the androids to do! I mean…" His voice trailed off when they exited the room.
The others dispersed, and Trance walked around, looking for something to do. There was a book she had been meaning to read. Harper had given it to her. What was it called? Oh yes. "Green Eggs and Ham." She skipped off, humming to herself.
When Trance hurried in Dylan paused and nodded toward his young officer, then finished his lecture on Tiraun customs. The alien species had very strict social rules, and he did not want anyone making a faux pas around the soon-to-be Commonwealth members. "Trance, Rommie, I want you two to come with me." Trance was a little wary of going down to the strange planet, but felt she needed to make up for this morning.
"Sure, Dylan. Should I bring anything? Food? Weapons?"
"I'm sure that won't be necessary," Andromeda answered for him. "The Tirauns are a very simple people. Quite primitive."
"That's not very nice. Just because they're a little behind, doesn't mean they won't catch up! Now, when do we go?"
Dylan gave her a smile. "Right now. That is, if Harper's fixed the space module."
"Right. About that…I haven't exactly gotten around to it yet." The crew gave him a look. "Okay! Okay! I'll go fix it. Of course, I'll need a little music, maybe a snack…" Harper started off to the kitchen. Beka intercepted him and turned him around, escorting him towards the rear deck. "But Beka! It's so boring! I'm a genius. This is like, stuff for the androids to do! I mean…" His voice trailed off when they exited the room.
The others dispersed, and Trance walked around, looking for something to do. There was a book she had been meaning to read. Harper had given it to her. What was it called? Oh yes. "Green Eggs and Ham." She skipped off, humming to herself.