A/N: drum roll, here it is! The re-written chapter 3!
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Mixed Up, Chapter Three
Once again tremors shook Voyager and the Andromeda,
"Andromeda! What was that?" Dylan yelled, scrambling to his feet after being thrown to the floor of the Command Deck
"The 'wormhole' is back captain, still off our port-bow."
Another wave rocked the ship, and it seemed they were getting stronger, "Get the others up here!"
It was the day after the dinner in the mess hall and still only 5 o'clock in the morning (ship time), nobody else was up and the Away Team had gone back to Voyager long ago the previous day. Dylan had been reviewing the data again, unable to sleep with a problem to solve.
"They're on their way, although Beka and Harper weren't happy about it." Came the AI's voice, resounding around the 'Deck.
"We'' they'll have to live with a few hours less sleep won't they?" he grunted, forcing himself into the slipstream chair.
Behind him the Beka strode through the main doors just behind Tyr and Rev Bem commenting, "Wow -you really are a bad flyer, aren't ya."
This isn't my bad flying, it's the wormhole again/ Beka, Tyr -weapons; Rev, Trance," the latter whom had skipped in a brief moment before, "man the sensors. Harper -" Harper was nowhere to be seen, "Where's Harper?"
"On his way. Captain, Voyager is hailing." Answered Rommie as she walked in to man another station, "Audio only."
"Open a channel." Said Dylan as the Andromeda lurched to the left at an extreme angle.
"Andromeda, this is the same wormhole that bought us here," Janeways voice crackled over the com channel, like something's interfering with the signal, mused Dylan with mild alarm, he did not allow it to show in his reply,
"We figured that."
"We're re - ing. ips . oming -" The transmission flared with white noise and terminated before Janeway could finish.
"Captain Janeway? Voyager, come in! Rommie can you restore the connection?"
At her station Rommie paused for a moment before answering, "Negative, something is jamming every frequency."
At that Harper walked in, still tying his tool belt around his waist, and headed straight for the station connected to engineering, Tyr, however, was not pleased with his late arrival and proceeded to growl at him. "How lovely of you to join us Little Man." Harpers' only response was a smirk.
Dylan spared the pair a withering glance as he attempted to stabilize Andromeda again. "Harper, can you find out what's jamming the frequencies?"
"Sure thing Boss-Man."
Harper tapped into Andromeda manipulating sub-routines here picking out discrepancies there with ease of practice. The discrepancies however, were in actual fact as hard to find as needles in the proverbial haystack, to anybody but Harper. Usually Rommie would have been able to do this, but she was busy with the attack, and this was a delicate process. After minutes of work he frowned. He wasn't really getting anywhere, just going around in circles. What he needed to do was to go deeper. Way deeper. Reaching into his belt he pulled out the jack, connected it to the socket, sat on the floor, and pushed the said jack into the neural port that allowed him to connect to computers. For a brief second a flash of pain encompassed his body as it connected with the Andromeda and the energy that made it run, and then it was peaceful. Harper felt everything, was aware of everything: the droids; Trance's plants in the Hydroponics Bay; Bekas raised heartbeat; Trances increased breathing; Dylans raised heartbeat; Revs seemingly eternal calmness; Tyrs control over his body's reactions; Rommie responding to both Dylans and her main cores instructions; the Voyager beside them; the wormhole surging with waves again, waves that were still increasing in intensity; the frequency blaring through, the frequency! Harper reached out with Andromeda's sensors, there it was. Harper poured over the feedback he was getting -far more, far quicker than he would normally be capable of in his own body and mind. It was possible, nothings impossible for a genius though. He was setting to work on the very problem when he noticed it. The jamming wasn't just for that purpose. Belatedly he realised this, pain overwhelmed his senses and everything went black.
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On the edge of his vision Dylan saw Harper jack into Andromeda, his body becoming limp as all consciousness left his body and was transferred through the lead and port in his neck. They should be able to contact Janeway soon; meanwhile there were more important things on hand, like keeping everybody in one piece. For the moment Tyr and Beka weren't needed, but instincts told him that they would be soon. And very rarely were his instincts wrong. Minutes dragged on and Harper was still unmoving and Andromeda was rocked increasingly violently. Rommie faltered and collapsed. And they were plunged into darkness.
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POST A/N: what do you think? I know it took so long, but I hated what was the last chapter 3 was like -it beyond sucked, and I like this one much better! I know I don't deserve any reviews for keeping ya'll waiting for so long, but could you anyway? They really help, probably more than you know!
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Mixed Up, Chapter Three
Once again tremors shook Voyager and the Andromeda,
"Andromeda! What was that?" Dylan yelled, scrambling to his feet after being thrown to the floor of the Command Deck
"The 'wormhole' is back captain, still off our port-bow."
Another wave rocked the ship, and it seemed they were getting stronger, "Get the others up here!"
It was the day after the dinner in the mess hall and still only 5 o'clock in the morning (ship time), nobody else was up and the Away Team had gone back to Voyager long ago the previous day. Dylan had been reviewing the data again, unable to sleep with a problem to solve.
"They're on their way, although Beka and Harper weren't happy about it." Came the AI's voice, resounding around the 'Deck.
"We'' they'll have to live with a few hours less sleep won't they?" he grunted, forcing himself into the slipstream chair.
Behind him the Beka strode through the main doors just behind Tyr and Rev Bem commenting, "Wow -you really are a bad flyer, aren't ya."
This isn't my bad flying, it's the wormhole again/ Beka, Tyr -weapons; Rev, Trance," the latter whom had skipped in a brief moment before, "man the sensors. Harper -" Harper was nowhere to be seen, "Where's Harper?"
"On his way. Captain, Voyager is hailing." Answered Rommie as she walked in to man another station, "Audio only."
"Open a channel." Said Dylan as the Andromeda lurched to the left at an extreme angle.
"Andromeda, this is the same wormhole that bought us here," Janeways voice crackled over the com channel, like something's interfering with the signal, mused Dylan with mild alarm, he did not allow it to show in his reply,
"We figured that."
"We're re - ing. ips . oming -" The transmission flared with white noise and terminated before Janeway could finish.
"Captain Janeway? Voyager, come in! Rommie can you restore the connection?"
At her station Rommie paused for a moment before answering, "Negative, something is jamming every frequency."
At that Harper walked in, still tying his tool belt around his waist, and headed straight for the station connected to engineering, Tyr, however, was not pleased with his late arrival and proceeded to growl at him. "How lovely of you to join us Little Man." Harpers' only response was a smirk.
Dylan spared the pair a withering glance as he attempted to stabilize Andromeda again. "Harper, can you find out what's jamming the frequencies?"
"Sure thing Boss-Man."
Harper tapped into Andromeda manipulating sub-routines here picking out discrepancies there with ease of practice. The discrepancies however, were in actual fact as hard to find as needles in the proverbial haystack, to anybody but Harper. Usually Rommie would have been able to do this, but she was busy with the attack, and this was a delicate process. After minutes of work he frowned. He wasn't really getting anywhere, just going around in circles. What he needed to do was to go deeper. Way deeper. Reaching into his belt he pulled out the jack, connected it to the socket, sat on the floor, and pushed the said jack into the neural port that allowed him to connect to computers. For a brief second a flash of pain encompassed his body as it connected with the Andromeda and the energy that made it run, and then it was peaceful. Harper felt everything, was aware of everything: the droids; Trance's plants in the Hydroponics Bay; Bekas raised heartbeat; Trances increased breathing; Dylans raised heartbeat; Revs seemingly eternal calmness; Tyrs control over his body's reactions; Rommie responding to both Dylans and her main cores instructions; the Voyager beside them; the wormhole surging with waves again, waves that were still increasing in intensity; the frequency blaring through, the frequency! Harper reached out with Andromeda's sensors, there it was. Harper poured over the feedback he was getting -far more, far quicker than he would normally be capable of in his own body and mind. It was possible, nothings impossible for a genius though. He was setting to work on the very problem when he noticed it. The jamming wasn't just for that purpose. Belatedly he realised this, pain overwhelmed his senses and everything went black.
***
On the edge of his vision Dylan saw Harper jack into Andromeda, his body becoming limp as all consciousness left his body and was transferred through the lead and port in his neck. They should be able to contact Janeway soon; meanwhile there were more important things on hand, like keeping everybody in one piece. For the moment Tyr and Beka weren't needed, but instincts told him that they would be soon. And very rarely were his instincts wrong. Minutes dragged on and Harper was still unmoving and Andromeda was rocked increasingly violently. Rommie faltered and collapsed. And they were plunged into darkness.
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POST A/N: what do you think? I know it took so long, but I hated what was the last chapter 3 was like -it beyond sucked, and I like this one much better! I know I don't deserve any reviews for keeping ya'll waiting for so long, but could you anyway? They really help, probably more than you know!