WOOHOO! Fanfiction.net is FINALLY back up! Would have had this uploaded yesterday, but couldn't. *shrugs* This is the final part of this fic. Thanks goes to everyone who r & r. :D
Dylan sat in his quaters thinking. Today was the day everyone felt like him. Would they have the major urge to restore the Commonwealth? Would they feel the grief over his lost love Sarah?
He sighed. Well, it was time to face the music.
Walking onto the Command Deck, Dylan stopped dead in his tracks. Harper, Tyr, and Beka were all in Highguard Uniforms.
"Umm...did I miss something?"
"No, Captain Hunt. We all just really understood what the Highguard is. We can't believe how we didn't understand before!" Beka said, saluting.
Dylan fell on his ass. Beka just saluted....and called him CAPTAIN HUNT! This was too much.
"Captain? What's wrong?" Harper jumped up from the console he was working on and rushed over to Dylan. "Captain Hunt? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm...fine." Dylan took the offered hand, and stood up.
"I got the slipdrive working. Took a bit of muscle, but it's purring like a kitten now." Harper grinned a bit. He wondered how a scrawny nobody like him could work on the Andromeda. 'Dylan, that's how. Duh.' Harper shook his head. He knew he was under the power of the curse, but it was too hard to resist. The rational part of his mind told him as soon as this was over, he was going to burn this uniform and scrub himself in alcohol afterwards.
"That's great Harper. Andromeda, are we ready to give the Rustarians a little visit?"
"Yes Captain. The slipdrive is fixed an-......Captain, 10 enemy ships just exited slipstream and they're headed toward us."
"Try to hail them." Tyr spoke up from the weapons console.
Dylan went cross eyed. TYR said to HAIL enemy ships?! Okay, this curse was getting to HIM now!
"They're not responding to hails. They're firing."
"Tyr! Defense missiles NOW!"
"Firing."
The crew waited to see what damage the missiles would cause. They watched as the missiles hit the enemy ship....and nothing happened.
"Missiles were blocked. They apparently have a very strong shield."
"Find out how to get past that shield. Tyr, keep firing to find a weak spot. Beka, pilot around the ship to find the engines." Dylan ordered.
"Captain, I've found a way to get passed the shield. It seems they are maximizing the front shield when we fire. If you take a small slipfighter, you can fly it around and slip under the back shield when it weakens."
The crew paused for a minute, then all yelled at once "I have an idea!"
"No, I have an idea. You're all having my idea because of the curse. Therefore, I will tell my idea." Dylan said. 'Gee, could you make any less sense than you just did?' He thought.
Beka raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, what we do is have Harper pilot the fighter behind the ship." Dylan paused to see what Beka would say about Harper going into a dangerous mission.
"What? Harper can do it! It's for the good of the Commonwealth, and it's your order. I'm not dissobeying you." Beka said.
Dylan made a funny face. This was definitely getting to be too much.
"Anyway, like I was saying. Harper will pilot the slipfighter. Tyr, you'll fire on the enemy ship. Beka will pilot the Andromeda so we're right in front of their front shield. Harper can go in and fire on their engines."
Everyone nodded, and Harper set off for the slipfighter.
"Harper, be careful."
Harper nodded at Dylan, and took off.
Beka aligned the Andromeda straight in front of the ship, while Tyr pounded them with missile after missile. After a while, they could visibly notice the back shield getting weaker.
"Harper, go in now!"
They watched as the small ship piloted under the shield, and proceeded to blow the engines to bits. The whole ship shook, then as one, exploded.
"HARPER!!!!" Beka yelled.
"Right here, safe and sound." Harper called over the comm unit.
"Whew."
"Another enemy destroyed in the name of the Commonwealth. You know Dylan, I'm very glad to be a part of this crew. I can't believe I didn't see before how the Commonwealth is so great! Well, was so great. But it will BE great again-"
"Harper, shut up!" Dylan said.
"Yes Captain Hunt." Harper replied meekly.
Harper pulled the slipfighter back into the Andromeda, and was suddenly free of the curse. It was like an automatic "pop".
"YES! I'm FREEEE! YES!" Harper danced around while stripping out of the Highguard uniform. He got down to his pants, which he pulled off except for the bottom legs.
"I'm FR-" *THUD* Harper tripped over the pant legs and landed on his face. "ow."
"Harper, report to Command. NOW!" Dylan said over the comm.
"Great." Harper looked down at himself clad only in boxers......with little smiley faces on them. "I'll just run to my quarters for a second Dylan-"
"No! NOW Harper!" Dylan interrupted.
"BUT!"
"NOW!!!!"
"Aw crap." Harper cursed.
Arriving in Command Deck he saw the Rustarian Leader on the vidscreen.
"I see your engineer still hasn't learned any manners." The leader tsked.
"Harper....what happened to your clothes?" Dylan sighed. He felt like banging his head on the wall.
"Uh.....I lost them in the battle?"
"Ooook."
Tyr and Beka hung on to each other laughing while Harper glared and tried his best to cover himself up.
"So, how has the last few days been Captain Hunt?" The leader asked.
"It's been.......interesting to say in the least."
"Ah. And have you learned anything?"
'Besides I now don't trust my crew and I'm glad I'm male?' Dylan thought. Out loud he said "Yes, my crew and I have come to understand each other better."
Saying this made Beka and Tyr laugh even harder, and Harper was now turning beet red.
"Oh. Your ship has been kind enough to send us the vids she recorded of you and your crew during the entire time. We would like to watch them, and learn more about each of you." Dylan could swear he could hear the other Rustarians laughing in the background.
"Yes. All in the name of the Commonwealth." Dylan and the crew sent a silent glare at Andromeda, who shrugged.
"Captain Hunt, I believe we are about ready to sign the Commonwealth. Oh, and congratulations on defeating our Sim Ship. No one has been able to before."
"Sim ship? You mean that wasn't a real enemy?!" Dylan exclaimed.
"No, of course not. But, we will give you the technology that was on that ship. Once we sign on of course."
"Of course." Dylan sighed.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some...vids to watch. Good day Captain Hunt."
"Good day."
The connection ended, and Dylan started wacking his head on the console.
Harper turned and ran for his room, now completely red.
Beka and Tyr hung on to each other for dear life trying to bring air into their laughing bodies.
Andromeda just sighed. All in a days...or few days...work for the Commonwealth crew.
Dylan sat in his quaters thinking. Today was the day everyone felt like him. Would they have the major urge to restore the Commonwealth? Would they feel the grief over his lost love Sarah?
He sighed. Well, it was time to face the music.
Walking onto the Command Deck, Dylan stopped dead in his tracks. Harper, Tyr, and Beka were all in Highguard Uniforms.
"Umm...did I miss something?"
"No, Captain Hunt. We all just really understood what the Highguard is. We can't believe how we didn't understand before!" Beka said, saluting.
Dylan fell on his ass. Beka just saluted....and called him CAPTAIN HUNT! This was too much.
"Captain? What's wrong?" Harper jumped up from the console he was working on and rushed over to Dylan. "Captain Hunt? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm...fine." Dylan took the offered hand, and stood up.
"I got the slipdrive working. Took a bit of muscle, but it's purring like a kitten now." Harper grinned a bit. He wondered how a scrawny nobody like him could work on the Andromeda. 'Dylan, that's how. Duh.' Harper shook his head. He knew he was under the power of the curse, but it was too hard to resist. The rational part of his mind told him as soon as this was over, he was going to burn this uniform and scrub himself in alcohol afterwards.
"That's great Harper. Andromeda, are we ready to give the Rustarians a little visit?"
"Yes Captain. The slipdrive is fixed an-......Captain, 10 enemy ships just exited slipstream and they're headed toward us."
"Try to hail them." Tyr spoke up from the weapons console.
Dylan went cross eyed. TYR said to HAIL enemy ships?! Okay, this curse was getting to HIM now!
"They're not responding to hails. They're firing."
"Tyr! Defense missiles NOW!"
"Firing."
The crew waited to see what damage the missiles would cause. They watched as the missiles hit the enemy ship....and nothing happened.
"Missiles were blocked. They apparently have a very strong shield."
"Find out how to get past that shield. Tyr, keep firing to find a weak spot. Beka, pilot around the ship to find the engines." Dylan ordered.
"Captain, I've found a way to get passed the shield. It seems they are maximizing the front shield when we fire. If you take a small slipfighter, you can fly it around and slip under the back shield when it weakens."
The crew paused for a minute, then all yelled at once "I have an idea!"
"No, I have an idea. You're all having my idea because of the curse. Therefore, I will tell my idea." Dylan said. 'Gee, could you make any less sense than you just did?' He thought.
Beka raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, what we do is have Harper pilot the fighter behind the ship." Dylan paused to see what Beka would say about Harper going into a dangerous mission.
"What? Harper can do it! It's for the good of the Commonwealth, and it's your order. I'm not dissobeying you." Beka said.
Dylan made a funny face. This was definitely getting to be too much.
"Anyway, like I was saying. Harper will pilot the slipfighter. Tyr, you'll fire on the enemy ship. Beka will pilot the Andromeda so we're right in front of their front shield. Harper can go in and fire on their engines."
Everyone nodded, and Harper set off for the slipfighter.
"Harper, be careful."
Harper nodded at Dylan, and took off.
Beka aligned the Andromeda straight in front of the ship, while Tyr pounded them with missile after missile. After a while, they could visibly notice the back shield getting weaker.
"Harper, go in now!"
They watched as the small ship piloted under the shield, and proceeded to blow the engines to bits. The whole ship shook, then as one, exploded.
"HARPER!!!!" Beka yelled.
"Right here, safe and sound." Harper called over the comm unit.
"Whew."
"Another enemy destroyed in the name of the Commonwealth. You know Dylan, I'm very glad to be a part of this crew. I can't believe I didn't see before how the Commonwealth is so great! Well, was so great. But it will BE great again-"
"Harper, shut up!" Dylan said.
"Yes Captain Hunt." Harper replied meekly.
Harper pulled the slipfighter back into the Andromeda, and was suddenly free of the curse. It was like an automatic "pop".
"YES! I'm FREEEE! YES!" Harper danced around while stripping out of the Highguard uniform. He got down to his pants, which he pulled off except for the bottom legs.
"I'm FR-" *THUD* Harper tripped over the pant legs and landed on his face. "ow."
"Harper, report to Command. NOW!" Dylan said over the comm.
"Great." Harper looked down at himself clad only in boxers......with little smiley faces on them. "I'll just run to my quarters for a second Dylan-"
"No! NOW Harper!" Dylan interrupted.
"BUT!"
"NOW!!!!"
"Aw crap." Harper cursed.
Arriving in Command Deck he saw the Rustarian Leader on the vidscreen.
"I see your engineer still hasn't learned any manners." The leader tsked.
"Harper....what happened to your clothes?" Dylan sighed. He felt like banging his head on the wall.
"Uh.....I lost them in the battle?"
"Ooook."
Tyr and Beka hung on to each other laughing while Harper glared and tried his best to cover himself up.
"So, how has the last few days been Captain Hunt?" The leader asked.
"It's been.......interesting to say in the least."
"Ah. And have you learned anything?"
'Besides I now don't trust my crew and I'm glad I'm male?' Dylan thought. Out loud he said "Yes, my crew and I have come to understand each other better."
Saying this made Beka and Tyr laugh even harder, and Harper was now turning beet red.
"Oh. Your ship has been kind enough to send us the vids she recorded of you and your crew during the entire time. We would like to watch them, and learn more about each of you." Dylan could swear he could hear the other Rustarians laughing in the background.
"Yes. All in the name of the Commonwealth." Dylan and the crew sent a silent glare at Andromeda, who shrugged.
"Captain Hunt, I believe we are about ready to sign the Commonwealth. Oh, and congratulations on defeating our Sim Ship. No one has been able to before."
"Sim ship? You mean that wasn't a real enemy?!" Dylan exclaimed.
"No, of course not. But, we will give you the technology that was on that ship. Once we sign on of course."
"Of course." Dylan sighed.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some...vids to watch. Good day Captain Hunt."
"Good day."
The connection ended, and Dylan started wacking his head on the console.
Harper turned and ran for his room, now completely red.
Beka and Tyr hung on to each other for dear life trying to bring air into their laughing bodies.
Andromeda just sighed. All in a days...or few days...work for the Commonwealth crew.