AN – Whee! This wrote fast, especially the last part. I guess I'm
able to write rambling talking to yourself better then, say, action? And I
realized why I do not adore Radu like almost every other girl in the SC
fandom. I can not write him, so any comments about on making him more in-
character would be very nice and very, very appreciated.
*One Week Later*
I prowled the hallways of the Christa, looking for something to do with attracting attention. The 'droids of the Christa had a bad habit of carting me back to the girls bunkroom. Most were mindless and boring, like the ones used back home. Yet, there was Thelma and 'Ris. To my understanding, 'Ris was the AI of the Christa. She, like the ship and Thelma, was both organic and mechanical. She was also a prig and disliked me. That didn't matter too much; I disliked her too. Thelma, on the hand, was remarkable in my opinion. She was deranged, like Saturnians, but sweet and helpful. At least, she answered my questions.
This looked promising. I quickly looked both ways, then darted into through a door.
"What are you doing here?" I blinked. The Andromedan, who I swore had wings, was sitting down at a desk, glaring at me. Apparently, I ducked into his study. Whoops.
"Food service. Do you want a snack? I'm really quick, I can get it here in less then two minutes." I smiled a bit at him, but was grimacing inside. Food service? Could I do no better?
"No, I don't need any food." He turned back to whatever he was looking at.
"Do you need anything else? Like…" What else could there be besides food? "Engineering stuff? Books? They have those in the cargo bay."
He kept his head down. "What do you want? A friend? Computer games? Uranusians don't do servant work often."
"You have such a high opinion of us." I said dryly. "Is that a yes on books?"
He looked at me thoughtfully. "Sit down. I needed a break anyway."
There was one chair in front of the desk. I decided to take that rather then sit on the floor, even if I seriously wanted to.
"Good. Now, we haven't been properly introduced. My name is Radu." He extended his hand. I assumed he wanted it shaken, but what do I know? Maybe he wanted it kissed. I shook it.
"Morrighan. What are you doing?"
"Writing a report. If I'm going back to the UPP, I have to be prepared."
"Why did you leave?" I asked.
"I had to." Well, could that be more vague?
"Why?"
"You're a very nosy girl. Now I see why 'Ris complains about you so much."
I smirked. "I try. When are the others going to wake up? I was up within a day."
"You were there for about two days. The rest of them had been there for significantly longer and are going to take longer to recover." He explained.
"Oh. Well, when are they going to recover? It's boring, being by myself and only being able to go to my bunkroom and the galley." Galley's a cool word.
"I would think you'd be sated."
"I once I have eaten and slept without anything to use my energy with, I got insomnia. And bored, can't forget bored. You don't want a bored Uranusian on your hands. Trust me." I attempted to look trustworthy.
Didn't seem to work. "Right. If I gave you homework, would you be satisfied?"
"No." Damn, I haven't even think about all the homework I missed. "What would you assign me?"
"I'd have to go through some of Miss. Davenports old notes. I'm sure something in there would work. That's about ten years worth of assignments." He clarified, probably for me. I would be worried if it was for himself.
"Something should be in there." I agreed. "But why not just give me free reign of the ship? I promise I won't break anything."
"No."
"Oh, come on. Is the Christa that delicate? I know you guys controlled it when you were younger then I am now!" Zeasean gave me the lowdown on Christa history, mostly from what he remember what Father had said before he left and notes he left behind. I assumed they were still in the cabinet Obbie created just for them, to keep prying eyes and fingers away.
"That's not the point." Radu's voice was firm, adult. It reminded me so much of 'Sean that I had a double reaction of wanting to cry and punching his lights out.
"Then what's the point? I want something to do. Hell, I'm so bored I'll even exercise! I'd rather be in school or dealing with Kurvew and I prefer that, this has to be pretty damn horrible!"
"You need to relax." How could he be so calm? I knew I looked posed to zap his ass. "Go back to the bunkroom, and I'll try to send some things for you to do."
I blinked. I could count the number of times on one hand that I've been dismissed, just dismissed, after having a temper tantrum. No threat of punishment alone was enough to shock me out of the mood I was running headlong into. "What?"
"You don't want 'Ris to find you here, do you? Now, go on." He waved me away. I stared at him for a few moments, then turned heel and left. When I was returning to the bunkroom, my head felt like it was in a daze.
However, once I entered the bunkroom, the daze disappeared. What the hell had just happened? I turned back to the door, but found it locked.
I had never taken Andromedans for the manipulative type. Guess I was going to have to change that stereotype during the time I should be sleeping.
Nearly every other species in the universe could not imagine how bored an Uranusian, or more specifically, a Denye, had to be to give insomnia. I wandered the bunkroom again, to find something I may have missed earlier.
Nothing new yet, maybe never. This Radu may have been lying about getting me something to do, even if it was homework. I did a few impatient jumps, then collapsed onto a soft circular chair that was purple outlined with gold. Out of all the chairs and beds lying around, this was easily the most comfortable. The only other thing worth of any value inside the room was placed next to the chair, on a nearby silver and black table. A computpad, filled with about two days worth of random Uranusian words and thoughts.
"I'm back from my latest break-out. I think I managed to stumble onto something useful, or at the very least interesting. An Andromedan is on the Christa, a golden-haired one. I don't think I've ever seen one with blond hair, but then I haven't met many in the first place. He seemed decent enough, but doesn't have much in the way of a temper. Didn't even raise his voice when I started getting pissed.
"Oddly enough, he reminds me of 'Sean. Especially the 'Sean that returned from the Stardogs. He seems so different now, but maybe it's me rather then him. How old was I when he left? Eight or nine, probably. Naïve, most definitely. So maybe it is me and I don't have such a great relationship with him. No wonder I'm so screwed up. At least Obbie's closer to my age, with the added bonus of acting like Dellen. Or maybe Dellen acts like Obbie, accounting age difference. Doesn't matter.
"I miss my friends, especially Dellen. He said he was going to get me some books on comparative anthropology with Rilgelians and, oddly, Spung. His sister works with Sira, which we managed to find out by chance and dumb luck. Either way, Rebanta, Dellen's sister, told him the book was brilliant and, I think, told him to make me read it. Something like that, this was over break while and he chats forever on the vid-phone and rambles on and on… kind of like what I'm doing now.
"I wanna go home. It's very simple, but Corvus deems me to suffer for some offense that I didn't know I did. It's like what I told Radu when I started to lose my temper: I'd rather deal with Kurvew then sit alone in a room, albeit a well-furnished room. Maybe it has to do with him. I'm the only one left home now, and he's always liked me the least. Get me out of the way, drive me insane, then have my family kill me or send me away for my own good. Uranusians are twisted like that.
"Not as twisted as Saturnians, I think. That race is one-and-all insane. Well, most of them are. Too smart for their own good without any proper way to use it. Proper way, of course, is electrocuting anything that pissed someone off. But maybe that was, again, just me. I seem to break and create rules at will. Oh well, everyone needs a hobby or ten. Mine just include debating and fighting.
"Think food's coming. Write back later, but I don't know about what. Later."
*One Week Later*
I prowled the hallways of the Christa, looking for something to do with attracting attention. The 'droids of the Christa had a bad habit of carting me back to the girls bunkroom. Most were mindless and boring, like the ones used back home. Yet, there was Thelma and 'Ris. To my understanding, 'Ris was the AI of the Christa. She, like the ship and Thelma, was both organic and mechanical. She was also a prig and disliked me. That didn't matter too much; I disliked her too. Thelma, on the hand, was remarkable in my opinion. She was deranged, like Saturnians, but sweet and helpful. At least, she answered my questions.
This looked promising. I quickly looked both ways, then darted into through a door.
"What are you doing here?" I blinked. The Andromedan, who I swore had wings, was sitting down at a desk, glaring at me. Apparently, I ducked into his study. Whoops.
"Food service. Do you want a snack? I'm really quick, I can get it here in less then two minutes." I smiled a bit at him, but was grimacing inside. Food service? Could I do no better?
"No, I don't need any food." He turned back to whatever he was looking at.
"Do you need anything else? Like…" What else could there be besides food? "Engineering stuff? Books? They have those in the cargo bay."
He kept his head down. "What do you want? A friend? Computer games? Uranusians don't do servant work often."
"You have such a high opinion of us." I said dryly. "Is that a yes on books?"
He looked at me thoughtfully. "Sit down. I needed a break anyway."
There was one chair in front of the desk. I decided to take that rather then sit on the floor, even if I seriously wanted to.
"Good. Now, we haven't been properly introduced. My name is Radu." He extended his hand. I assumed he wanted it shaken, but what do I know? Maybe he wanted it kissed. I shook it.
"Morrighan. What are you doing?"
"Writing a report. If I'm going back to the UPP, I have to be prepared."
"Why did you leave?" I asked.
"I had to." Well, could that be more vague?
"Why?"
"You're a very nosy girl. Now I see why 'Ris complains about you so much."
I smirked. "I try. When are the others going to wake up? I was up within a day."
"You were there for about two days. The rest of them had been there for significantly longer and are going to take longer to recover." He explained.
"Oh. Well, when are they going to recover? It's boring, being by myself and only being able to go to my bunkroom and the galley." Galley's a cool word.
"I would think you'd be sated."
"I once I have eaten and slept without anything to use my energy with, I got insomnia. And bored, can't forget bored. You don't want a bored Uranusian on your hands. Trust me." I attempted to look trustworthy.
Didn't seem to work. "Right. If I gave you homework, would you be satisfied?"
"No." Damn, I haven't even think about all the homework I missed. "What would you assign me?"
"I'd have to go through some of Miss. Davenports old notes. I'm sure something in there would work. That's about ten years worth of assignments." He clarified, probably for me. I would be worried if it was for himself.
"Something should be in there." I agreed. "But why not just give me free reign of the ship? I promise I won't break anything."
"No."
"Oh, come on. Is the Christa that delicate? I know you guys controlled it when you were younger then I am now!" Zeasean gave me the lowdown on Christa history, mostly from what he remember what Father had said before he left and notes he left behind. I assumed they were still in the cabinet Obbie created just for them, to keep prying eyes and fingers away.
"That's not the point." Radu's voice was firm, adult. It reminded me so much of 'Sean that I had a double reaction of wanting to cry and punching his lights out.
"Then what's the point? I want something to do. Hell, I'm so bored I'll even exercise! I'd rather be in school or dealing with Kurvew and I prefer that, this has to be pretty damn horrible!"
"You need to relax." How could he be so calm? I knew I looked posed to zap his ass. "Go back to the bunkroom, and I'll try to send some things for you to do."
I blinked. I could count the number of times on one hand that I've been dismissed, just dismissed, after having a temper tantrum. No threat of punishment alone was enough to shock me out of the mood I was running headlong into. "What?"
"You don't want 'Ris to find you here, do you? Now, go on." He waved me away. I stared at him for a few moments, then turned heel and left. When I was returning to the bunkroom, my head felt like it was in a daze.
However, once I entered the bunkroom, the daze disappeared. What the hell had just happened? I turned back to the door, but found it locked.
I had never taken Andromedans for the manipulative type. Guess I was going to have to change that stereotype during the time I should be sleeping.
Nearly every other species in the universe could not imagine how bored an Uranusian, or more specifically, a Denye, had to be to give insomnia. I wandered the bunkroom again, to find something I may have missed earlier.
Nothing new yet, maybe never. This Radu may have been lying about getting me something to do, even if it was homework. I did a few impatient jumps, then collapsed onto a soft circular chair that was purple outlined with gold. Out of all the chairs and beds lying around, this was easily the most comfortable. The only other thing worth of any value inside the room was placed next to the chair, on a nearby silver and black table. A computpad, filled with about two days worth of random Uranusian words and thoughts.
"I'm back from my latest break-out. I think I managed to stumble onto something useful, or at the very least interesting. An Andromedan is on the Christa, a golden-haired one. I don't think I've ever seen one with blond hair, but then I haven't met many in the first place. He seemed decent enough, but doesn't have much in the way of a temper. Didn't even raise his voice when I started getting pissed.
"Oddly enough, he reminds me of 'Sean. Especially the 'Sean that returned from the Stardogs. He seems so different now, but maybe it's me rather then him. How old was I when he left? Eight or nine, probably. Naïve, most definitely. So maybe it is me and I don't have such a great relationship with him. No wonder I'm so screwed up. At least Obbie's closer to my age, with the added bonus of acting like Dellen. Or maybe Dellen acts like Obbie, accounting age difference. Doesn't matter.
"I miss my friends, especially Dellen. He said he was going to get me some books on comparative anthropology with Rilgelians and, oddly, Spung. His sister works with Sira, which we managed to find out by chance and dumb luck. Either way, Rebanta, Dellen's sister, told him the book was brilliant and, I think, told him to make me read it. Something like that, this was over break while and he chats forever on the vid-phone and rambles on and on… kind of like what I'm doing now.
"I wanna go home. It's very simple, but Corvus deems me to suffer for some offense that I didn't know I did. It's like what I told Radu when I started to lose my temper: I'd rather deal with Kurvew then sit alone in a room, albeit a well-furnished room. Maybe it has to do with him. I'm the only one left home now, and he's always liked me the least. Get me out of the way, drive me insane, then have my family kill me or send me away for my own good. Uranusians are twisted like that.
"Not as twisted as Saturnians, I think. That race is one-and-all insane. Well, most of them are. Too smart for their own good without any proper way to use it. Proper way, of course, is electrocuting anything that pissed someone off. But maybe that was, again, just me. I seem to break and create rules at will. Oh well, everyone needs a hobby or ten. Mine just include debating and fighting.
"Think food's coming. Write back later, but I don't know about what. Later."