Chapter 4
Andromeda
"Ready for slipstream Dylan?" shouted Becka Valentine, the ships pilot and second in command.
"Alright Becka go!" replied Dylan
The crew were so busy preparing that they didn't notice the black mist seep into the cock pit.
"Prepare for slipstream everyone." Added Becka
Luckily for the ships crew Slipstream only lasted a few seconds, they still hadn't quite used to the feel of it.
No sooner had they entered then Becka was yelling
"Exiting Slipstream." And it was all over.
But just as Becka said these words she was overcome with darkness.
As it only lasted a few seconds, nobody noticed the sudden attack of dizziness.
"Becka you alright." Inquired Dylan
Well maybe no one.
"Fine Dylan, just fine,"
And for a brief second her eyes glowed black.
"Are you sure you're alright Becka?" Dylan was still slightly worried about his first officer.
Who at this moment wasn't even listening.
"Sorry Dylan what did you say?" she had been deep in thought.
"I said are you alright," he repeated you're not acting like yourself."
"You have no idea," she muttered
"Pardon?"
"I said I'm fine, I just have a bit of headache that's all," even to herself she sounded defensive.
"I'm going to go lie down for a while."
"Ok sorry, hope you feel better." Replied a concerned Captain
Becka's quarters, an hour later
--She had to think of a plan. She was a fugitive, hunted like a dog by those damn Nietzcheans. But they hadn't caught her, a least not yet anyway. She had to get away from here. It was just lucky that her host had the means to do just that.
This Ship, Andromeda was perfect.
The nietzchean's wouldn't find her here. And even if they did, this ship could and would easily defend her "first officer" against those savages.
After she had been found aboard the Stockade she had tried to get away. And since this required the acquisition of a new host, she had had to kill her old one.
That was her only real weakness, once she possessed a host, the only way to leave them was through their death. And since she couldn't kill herself she had had to find another way. The explosion had done the job perfectly.
She would just have to make sure she wasn't found.
Besides she like this host. She was strong, resourceful and was reasonably attractive, she also many useful skills such the ability to command a pilot a starship and from what she could gather she wasn't a bad fighter either.
And most importantly of all, she had the trust and respect of her crew. The same couldn't be said for her last host.
Yes, she like her current situation a lot.
This chapter a bit longer. Thanks everyone for your review they really helped. Tell me if you want this to be a shipper (romance)
Andromeda
"Ready for slipstream Dylan?" shouted Becka Valentine, the ships pilot and second in command.
"Alright Becka go!" replied Dylan
The crew were so busy preparing that they didn't notice the black mist seep into the cock pit.
"Prepare for slipstream everyone." Added Becka
Luckily for the ships crew Slipstream only lasted a few seconds, they still hadn't quite used to the feel of it.
No sooner had they entered then Becka was yelling
"Exiting Slipstream." And it was all over.
But just as Becka said these words she was overcome with darkness.
As it only lasted a few seconds, nobody noticed the sudden attack of dizziness.
"Becka you alright." Inquired Dylan
Well maybe no one.
"Fine Dylan, just fine,"
And for a brief second her eyes glowed black.
"Are you sure you're alright Becka?" Dylan was still slightly worried about his first officer.
Who at this moment wasn't even listening.
"Sorry Dylan what did you say?" she had been deep in thought.
"I said are you alright," he repeated you're not acting like yourself."
"You have no idea," she muttered
"Pardon?"
"I said I'm fine, I just have a bit of headache that's all," even to herself she sounded defensive.
"I'm going to go lie down for a while."
"Ok sorry, hope you feel better." Replied a concerned Captain
Becka's quarters, an hour later
--She had to think of a plan. She was a fugitive, hunted like a dog by those damn Nietzcheans. But they hadn't caught her, a least not yet anyway. She had to get away from here. It was just lucky that her host had the means to do just that.
This Ship, Andromeda was perfect.
The nietzchean's wouldn't find her here. And even if they did, this ship could and would easily defend her "first officer" against those savages.
After she had been found aboard the Stockade she had tried to get away. And since this required the acquisition of a new host, she had had to kill her old one.
That was her only real weakness, once she possessed a host, the only way to leave them was through their death. And since she couldn't kill herself she had had to find another way. The explosion had done the job perfectly.
She would just have to make sure she wasn't found.
Besides she like this host. She was strong, resourceful and was reasonably attractive, she also many useful skills such the ability to command a pilot a starship and from what she could gather she wasn't a bad fighter either.
And most importantly of all, she had the trust and respect of her crew. The same couldn't be said for her last host.
Yes, she like her current situation a lot.
This chapter a bit longer. Thanks everyone for your review they really helped. Tell me if you want this to be a shipper (romance)