"What is this? A holo soap opera, where two or more characters, just happen
to go to the same place one day despite the million to one odds?" John
asked sarcastically.
"So… what brings you here?" Rommie asked nervously. It was odd to see Dylan again. He wore his hair shorter than before and it was a lighter color. Tyr, for his part, looked the same.
"There is so much I want to tell him" Rommie thought to herself.
"We'd rather not say" Dylan said coolly. "thank you for rescuing us"
"Your welcome" was all Rommie could say without breaking into tears.
"Well, we gotta go now" Dylan's anger was starting to get to him.
And so Tyr and Dylan left.
This event had left Rommie kind of down, so John comforted her.
"Maybe you should try to patch things up with him."
" There's not much hope for that"
"It never hurts to try"
Rommie just put her head in John's shoulder.
That night, at the patio near their hotel, Tyr and Dylan were eating delivery Jidian food in silence.
"You're quiet." Tyr remarked.
" I'm not in the mood for talking" Dylan replied.
" You didn't serve much on your plate. Being part heavy gravity worlder, you need more food than that for strength"
"I didn't know you cared, Tyr"
"I care about you having enough strength so my survival won't be endangered."
"As always, the typical Nietzschean" Dylan replied sarcastically, and getting more annoyed.
" It seems that one of us is not in a good mood ever since we ran into a certain ship's avatar"
"Just drop it Tyr" Dylan practically yelled, as his anger at Rommie was starting to resurface.
" Are you sure you don' t want any more food?" Tyr asked as a way to change the subject.
"No, I don't"
Elsewhere, in the Drift, John and Rommie were doing their errand for Tun, where they saw the shop of a fortuneteller, who called herself, Mysterious Marilynn. The front had a green neon sign that said, "Get your fortunes told, 20 thrones".
"Why don't we go in?" John suggested. "Just for the fun of it. We deserve a break."
"Okay" Rommie decided to humor John.
"Welcome" a woman said.
"Thanks" John replied as he put down 20 thrones. The room was dark except for scented candles scattered about the small room with purple carpet. Mysterious Marilynn was a human female with black hair and green eyes. She wore a long orange skirt, and a yellow blouse. Also, her earrings were long and made from Kikian gold, which tended to be on the greenish –bluish side.
" You" she directed her comment to Rommie. " I sense anger and lack of forgiveness from someone who was close to you"
"She's good" John remarked.
"The bridge to his friendship might not be repairable."
Seeing Rommie's sadness, John asked "Hey, how about some happy fortunes"
"You two will have a very long, happy life together, despite some bumps along the way."
"Will we succeed in our mission?" John just had to know.
"Yes, but it will require you to cross a river despite the lack of an important bridge."
"You mean that we have to have help?" John asked sourly.
"Yes. From Captain Dylan Hunt. The problem is that he makes a connection between your love and his first officer"
They were both surprised, though Rommie was sad to hear that she was put in the same place as Rhade in Dylan's mind.
"How do you know these things?" John was curious.
"The Devine writes the script, I just recite the lines"
"Well, we have to go now. Thank you for everything."
Sensing Rommie sadness, John took her dancing and then they went into their hotel room. Once there, they found a note from Tun that said that he had to leave for reasons he could not explain.
" What are we to do?" John asked, "He probably didn't finish what we asked for."
"I don't know"
"Guess Mysterious Marilynn was right"
"Good for her" Rommie said sarcastically.
"I've got a great idea, as to getting Dylan to help us! I can disguise myself, and then ask for his help. I mean, he never knew what you wanted him to help us with, and he does like to help.
"You?? disguising yourself??"
"Well, he knows you too well and so you would be recognizable to him. I could just go to a good engineer for some cosmetic surgery."
"I don't want to deceive Dylan again" Rommie said simply. "There has to be another way"
"Well, we could have a friend of ours be the ones to ask him. That's not as deceitful. Or better yet, ask for his help anonymously, that's even less deceitful"
"Maybe, but Dylan might get suspicious of it. However, it's our best bet."
Two weeks after the Tyr and Dylan returned from their mission, Dylan got a private anonymous message asking for his help.
Later that day, Dylan told the others about the anonymous message.
"Whom could it be from?" Beka was curious.
"Maybe it's a trap" Tyr suggested.
"What's the reason for keeping it anonymous?" Beka agreed with Tyr that it was kind of suspicious that it would be sent anonymously.
"For the 'best interests of the mission' " Dylan answered.
"Where was it sent from?"
" Luna Drift"
"So, are we going to help?"
"I'm thinking about it" Dylan replied.
The next day, Dylan came to the command deck to announce his decision.
"So… what brings you here?" Rommie asked nervously. It was odd to see Dylan again. He wore his hair shorter than before and it was a lighter color. Tyr, for his part, looked the same.
"There is so much I want to tell him" Rommie thought to herself.
"We'd rather not say" Dylan said coolly. "thank you for rescuing us"
"Your welcome" was all Rommie could say without breaking into tears.
"Well, we gotta go now" Dylan's anger was starting to get to him.
And so Tyr and Dylan left.
This event had left Rommie kind of down, so John comforted her.
"Maybe you should try to patch things up with him."
" There's not much hope for that"
"It never hurts to try"
Rommie just put her head in John's shoulder.
That night, at the patio near their hotel, Tyr and Dylan were eating delivery Jidian food in silence.
"You're quiet." Tyr remarked.
" I'm not in the mood for talking" Dylan replied.
" You didn't serve much on your plate. Being part heavy gravity worlder, you need more food than that for strength"
"I didn't know you cared, Tyr"
"I care about you having enough strength so my survival won't be endangered."
"As always, the typical Nietzschean" Dylan replied sarcastically, and getting more annoyed.
" It seems that one of us is not in a good mood ever since we ran into a certain ship's avatar"
"Just drop it Tyr" Dylan practically yelled, as his anger at Rommie was starting to resurface.
" Are you sure you don' t want any more food?" Tyr asked as a way to change the subject.
"No, I don't"
Elsewhere, in the Drift, John and Rommie were doing their errand for Tun, where they saw the shop of a fortuneteller, who called herself, Mysterious Marilynn. The front had a green neon sign that said, "Get your fortunes told, 20 thrones".
"Why don't we go in?" John suggested. "Just for the fun of it. We deserve a break."
"Okay" Rommie decided to humor John.
"Welcome" a woman said.
"Thanks" John replied as he put down 20 thrones. The room was dark except for scented candles scattered about the small room with purple carpet. Mysterious Marilynn was a human female with black hair and green eyes. She wore a long orange skirt, and a yellow blouse. Also, her earrings were long and made from Kikian gold, which tended to be on the greenish –bluish side.
" You" she directed her comment to Rommie. " I sense anger and lack of forgiveness from someone who was close to you"
"She's good" John remarked.
"The bridge to his friendship might not be repairable."
Seeing Rommie's sadness, John asked "Hey, how about some happy fortunes"
"You two will have a very long, happy life together, despite some bumps along the way."
"Will we succeed in our mission?" John just had to know.
"Yes, but it will require you to cross a river despite the lack of an important bridge."
"You mean that we have to have help?" John asked sourly.
"Yes. From Captain Dylan Hunt. The problem is that he makes a connection between your love and his first officer"
They were both surprised, though Rommie was sad to hear that she was put in the same place as Rhade in Dylan's mind.
"How do you know these things?" John was curious.
"The Devine writes the script, I just recite the lines"
"Well, we have to go now. Thank you for everything."
Sensing Rommie sadness, John took her dancing and then they went into their hotel room. Once there, they found a note from Tun that said that he had to leave for reasons he could not explain.
" What are we to do?" John asked, "He probably didn't finish what we asked for."
"I don't know"
"Guess Mysterious Marilynn was right"
"Good for her" Rommie said sarcastically.
"I've got a great idea, as to getting Dylan to help us! I can disguise myself, and then ask for his help. I mean, he never knew what you wanted him to help us with, and he does like to help.
"You?? disguising yourself??"
"Well, he knows you too well and so you would be recognizable to him. I could just go to a good engineer for some cosmetic surgery."
"I don't want to deceive Dylan again" Rommie said simply. "There has to be another way"
"Well, we could have a friend of ours be the ones to ask him. That's not as deceitful. Or better yet, ask for his help anonymously, that's even less deceitful"
"Maybe, but Dylan might get suspicious of it. However, it's our best bet."
Two weeks after the Tyr and Dylan returned from their mission, Dylan got a private anonymous message asking for his help.
Later that day, Dylan told the others about the anonymous message.
"Whom could it be from?" Beka was curious.
"Maybe it's a trap" Tyr suggested.
"What's the reason for keeping it anonymous?" Beka agreed with Tyr that it was kind of suspicious that it would be sent anonymously.
"For the 'best interests of the mission' " Dylan answered.
"Where was it sent from?"
" Luna Drift"
"So, are we going to help?"
"I'm thinking about it" Dylan replied.
The next day, Dylan came to the command deck to announce his decision.