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Beka quickly maneuvered the Maru into landing position and both her and Dylan sprinted off it and out of the door. Or tried to. The door didn't open as they came upon it so both Dylan and Beka ran into the door and ended up flat on the ground.
"Andromeda? Open the door, now!" Dylan yelled, rubbing his nose.
"Who dere?" [Who's there?] A young voice asked from a nearby speaker.
"Andromeda?" Dylan repeated, this time sounding more baffled than annoyed.
"Stop sayin' my name! What'cha want? I's bein' busy!" [Stop saying my name! What do you want? I'm busy!] The voice sounded indignant.
Dylan cursed under his breath and keyed the manual opening code on the keypad, hoping that this day wouldn't get any worse.
- ~ -
When Beka and Dylan finally arrived onto the bridge it looked like the scene of a war. Chibi-Trance was sleeping in the 'Stream chair, Chibi-Tyr was calmly playing with two knives in a corner, and Chibi-Rommie was staring at a corner of the vid-screen; Chibi-Harper was nowhere in sight.
Beka cursed under her breath, ran over to the corner, and took the two knives from Tyr. Tyr looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes and began to sniff. Two seconds later he was silently crying while still staring at her with big, watery eyes. Beka, after a moment's hesitation, shook her head and her finger at him. "No sharp objects, mister."
Meanwhile, Dylan was staring from Rommie, to Tyr, to Trance, and back to Rommie. A light turned on in his head and he spun to face the door of the bridge. "Andromeda, where's Harper?" He asked, forgetting that she was. . . not herself at the moment.
"Hawpew? He fixing my swipsteam dwive! He vewy helpfuls." [Harper? He's fixing my slipstream drive! He's very helpful.] The childish voice said with a slight giggle.
Dylan ran out of the bridge, thanking his lucky stars that the door actually opened this time, and headed toward Engineering.
- ~ -
The first ting Dylan noticed when he reached Engineering was that it was the only area of the ship that wasn't any more trashed than usual.
Unfortunately, it was like that every other day of the week.
The second thing he noticed was the abnormal banging coming from the slipstream drive. "Mr. Harper?" Dylan called out, taking no caution to hide the annoyance in his tone.
A muffled yelp was heard from the drive and the banging immediately stopped.
"Harper!" Dylan all but yelled, glaring at the drive. A small, ruffled, and terrified Harper scrambled out from inside the drive and stood in front of Dylan at attention.
"Yes siw." [Yes sir.] Harper said softly, staring at the air two feet above Dylan's head.
Dylan's eyes widened slightly. "Harper?" He asked, the anger gone from his tone.
"I-I's din't means to, I's din't." [I didn't mean to, I didn't.] Harper said in a small voice, sounding even more afraid.
"You didn't mean to do what?" Dylan asked, millions of problems running through his head: More 'stream troubles, the original problem with the drive, the vid incident, and the. . . problem consisting of four mini- crew members.
Harper blinked, looking no less terrified. "I's dunno, you's maaad, I musta done sometin' w'ong." [I don't know, you're maaad, I must have done something wrong.]
Dylan was saved from finding a reply to that statement as Rommie's childish voice interrupted. "Hawpew fixeded it! Yay!" [Harper fixed it! Yay!] Suddenly an almost imperceptible hum started and the ship lurched upwards. Then downwards. Then upwards again. "Whee!" Rommie giggled from the loudspeakers.
"Andromeda? What in the world do you think you're doing?" Dylan yelled, trying very hard not to fall on Harper, or just plain fall.
"'Dis is funfun! Wha's da matta' wit' you? Spoilspowt!" [This is fun! What's the matter with you? Spoilsport!]
Harper, despite himself, was grinning slightly, and nearly burst out laughing. The ship did another quick bounce up and down and a small click was heard overhead.
"Dylan? What are you doing down there, and can you stop it right now?" Beka asked, sounding exasperated. A tiny wail, from Trance, and a steady list of possible problems and solutions, from Rommie, could be heard in the background. A small sniffle quickly showed that Tyr hadn't quite gotten over Beka taking his knives.
"I'm not doing anything. It's Rommie, she seems to be. . ." Dylan paused, searching for the correct term, "hyper." He sighed. "This is going to be a long day."
- ~ -
Beka quickly maneuvered the Maru into landing position and both her and Dylan sprinted off it and out of the door. Or tried to. The door didn't open as they came upon it so both Dylan and Beka ran into the door and ended up flat on the ground.
"Andromeda? Open the door, now!" Dylan yelled, rubbing his nose.
"Who dere?" [Who's there?] A young voice asked from a nearby speaker.
"Andromeda?" Dylan repeated, this time sounding more baffled than annoyed.
"Stop sayin' my name! What'cha want? I's bein' busy!" [Stop saying my name! What do you want? I'm busy!] The voice sounded indignant.
Dylan cursed under his breath and keyed the manual opening code on the keypad, hoping that this day wouldn't get any worse.
- ~ -
When Beka and Dylan finally arrived onto the bridge it looked like the scene of a war. Chibi-Trance was sleeping in the 'Stream chair, Chibi-Tyr was calmly playing with two knives in a corner, and Chibi-Rommie was staring at a corner of the vid-screen; Chibi-Harper was nowhere in sight.
Beka cursed under her breath, ran over to the corner, and took the two knives from Tyr. Tyr looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes and began to sniff. Two seconds later he was silently crying while still staring at her with big, watery eyes. Beka, after a moment's hesitation, shook her head and her finger at him. "No sharp objects, mister."
Meanwhile, Dylan was staring from Rommie, to Tyr, to Trance, and back to Rommie. A light turned on in his head and he spun to face the door of the bridge. "Andromeda, where's Harper?" He asked, forgetting that she was. . . not herself at the moment.
"Hawpew? He fixing my swipsteam dwive! He vewy helpfuls." [Harper? He's fixing my slipstream drive! He's very helpful.] The childish voice said with a slight giggle.
Dylan ran out of the bridge, thanking his lucky stars that the door actually opened this time, and headed toward Engineering.
- ~ -
The first ting Dylan noticed when he reached Engineering was that it was the only area of the ship that wasn't any more trashed than usual.
Unfortunately, it was like that every other day of the week.
The second thing he noticed was the abnormal banging coming from the slipstream drive. "Mr. Harper?" Dylan called out, taking no caution to hide the annoyance in his tone.
A muffled yelp was heard from the drive and the banging immediately stopped.
"Harper!" Dylan all but yelled, glaring at the drive. A small, ruffled, and terrified Harper scrambled out from inside the drive and stood in front of Dylan at attention.
"Yes siw." [Yes sir.] Harper said softly, staring at the air two feet above Dylan's head.
Dylan's eyes widened slightly. "Harper?" He asked, the anger gone from his tone.
"I-I's din't means to, I's din't." [I didn't mean to, I didn't.] Harper said in a small voice, sounding even more afraid.
"You didn't mean to do what?" Dylan asked, millions of problems running through his head: More 'stream troubles, the original problem with the drive, the vid incident, and the. . . problem consisting of four mini- crew members.
Harper blinked, looking no less terrified. "I's dunno, you's maaad, I musta done sometin' w'ong." [I don't know, you're maaad, I must have done something wrong.]
Dylan was saved from finding a reply to that statement as Rommie's childish voice interrupted. "Hawpew fixeded it! Yay!" [Harper fixed it! Yay!] Suddenly an almost imperceptible hum started and the ship lurched upwards. Then downwards. Then upwards again. "Whee!" Rommie giggled from the loudspeakers.
"Andromeda? What in the world do you think you're doing?" Dylan yelled, trying very hard not to fall on Harper, or just plain fall.
"'Dis is funfun! Wha's da matta' wit' you? Spoilspowt!" [This is fun! What's the matter with you? Spoilsport!]
Harper, despite himself, was grinning slightly, and nearly burst out laughing. The ship did another quick bounce up and down and a small click was heard overhead.
"Dylan? What are you doing down there, and can you stop it right now?" Beka asked, sounding exasperated. A tiny wail, from Trance, and a steady list of possible problems and solutions, from Rommie, could be heard in the background. A small sniffle quickly showed that Tyr hadn't quite gotten over Beka taking his knives.
"I'm not doing anything. It's Rommie, she seems to be. . ." Dylan paused, searching for the correct term, "hyper." He sighed. "This is going to be a long day."
- ~ -