Chapter 6
Bridge
"Dylan we have a visual," stated Rommie
"Enhance," replied Dylan distractedly
He couldn't help but stare at Becka. Her hair was jet black with red tips.
The other members of the crew had the same problem. Harper was staring openmouthed Tyr was pretending not to notice, Trance as looking at her curiously, and Andromeda herself Seemed not to care at all. (Who was she to talk she had blue hair)
"Dylan," Rommie asked sounding impatient.
"Sorry Rommie," he replied "I was distracted."
This earned him an angry glare from Becka.
"I said the distress signal seems to be coming from a Nietchzean vessel, docked with the original ship, Well what's left of it anyway?" Rommie related
"How come we didn't see it before?" asked Tyr suspiciously
"It must have been obscured by the original ship when we first came by here." Rommie explained
"Yeah, and the distress call could have been overridden by the other ship's." added Harper
"I still think it could be a trap," Tyr responded matter of factly
"I agree with Tyr," interjected Becka "I think we should either leave it or even better, blow it up,"
This brought Trance into the conversation.
"I think blowing it up might be a bit extreme Becka, there could be innocent survivors." Trance challenged
"Trance, there is no such thing as an innocent survivor, and there probably aren't any anyway," Becka sighed
The rest of the crew were slightly shocked, Becka wasn't usually this cynical.
Becka looked around.
"What?" she asked "They could all be dead, surely you've thought of that?" she added
Before Trance could reply Dylan intervened.
"Becka, as long as there is a chance of survivors, we must try and mount a rescue." He placated
"Fine, whatever just don't come looking for help when whomever or whatever you rescue tries to kill you and blow up the ship." Becka tossed this out before she stormed angrily from the room.
"What was that all about?" inquired Harper worriedly
"I'm not quite sure Harper," replied Dylan
An hour later
Great just great. Not only had the andromeda located the damn Nietchzean patrol ship, they had found A survivor. Damn Kinestis Primean, she should have made sure he was dead. But damn he was tough. Not only had he tracked her across half a galaxy, and almost captured her, he had survived the destruction of his ship And his men.
Added to this, was the fact that the rest of the crew were starting to suspect something was amiss. Dylan especially. That man was to astute for his own good. Though it did seem that he paid his first officer a bit more attention than the other Crew members. Maybe there was something there to be exploited. She would check it out later. If there was a later. In the Mean time she would have to deal with..
Her thoughts were interrupted.
"Becka are you talking to yourself?" asked a curious mechanic
"What.. Err, yeah, just thinking out loud," she hastily replied
"Tell me, Harper how much did you hear?" she asked trying to act casual.
"Not much," he replied "just something about dealing with it." He looked at he carefully.
He to had noticed how weird she had been acting.
She let out a relieved sigh, he hadn't heard anything major.
She smiled. "Just thinking about stuff, nothing important."
"So, what's Harper?" she asked still smiling
Harper blinked, surprised by her sudden mood change.
"just thought you should know that the prisoner, according to Trance, will be fine. He should regain consciousness soon. Thought you might like to be there." He replied still cautious
"Sure, Ok, I'll be right there." Becka replied
"Good." He replied "By the way Becka, don't take this the wrong way, but what's with the hair?"
it was Becka's turn to blink.
"I just thought, that it needed change, I mean it's been blonde for ages and I've got these great nano probes I may as well use them." She reasoned
Harper still looked skeptical.
Becka started to get defensive.
"You no what Harper I'm feeling tired, I might just catch a few zzzz's," yawned Becka
After a few seconds Harper decided to let it go.
"Ok Becka see you later," he sighed
"See you Harper," she turned away.
"Yeah later," he muttered as he left "hopefully you'll be more yourself."
He left.
Bridge
"Dylan we have a visual," stated Rommie
"Enhance," replied Dylan distractedly
He couldn't help but stare at Becka. Her hair was jet black with red tips.
The other members of the crew had the same problem. Harper was staring openmouthed Tyr was pretending not to notice, Trance as looking at her curiously, and Andromeda herself Seemed not to care at all. (Who was she to talk she had blue hair)
"Dylan," Rommie asked sounding impatient.
"Sorry Rommie," he replied "I was distracted."
This earned him an angry glare from Becka.
"I said the distress signal seems to be coming from a Nietchzean vessel, docked with the original ship, Well what's left of it anyway?" Rommie related
"How come we didn't see it before?" asked Tyr suspiciously
"It must have been obscured by the original ship when we first came by here." Rommie explained
"Yeah, and the distress call could have been overridden by the other ship's." added Harper
"I still think it could be a trap," Tyr responded matter of factly
"I agree with Tyr," interjected Becka "I think we should either leave it or even better, blow it up,"
This brought Trance into the conversation.
"I think blowing it up might be a bit extreme Becka, there could be innocent survivors." Trance challenged
"Trance, there is no such thing as an innocent survivor, and there probably aren't any anyway," Becka sighed
The rest of the crew were slightly shocked, Becka wasn't usually this cynical.
Becka looked around.
"What?" she asked "They could all be dead, surely you've thought of that?" she added
Before Trance could reply Dylan intervened.
"Becka, as long as there is a chance of survivors, we must try and mount a rescue." He placated
"Fine, whatever just don't come looking for help when whomever or whatever you rescue tries to kill you and blow up the ship." Becka tossed this out before she stormed angrily from the room.
"What was that all about?" inquired Harper worriedly
"I'm not quite sure Harper," replied Dylan
An hour later
Great just great. Not only had the andromeda located the damn Nietchzean patrol ship, they had found A survivor. Damn Kinestis Primean, she should have made sure he was dead. But damn he was tough. Not only had he tracked her across half a galaxy, and almost captured her, he had survived the destruction of his ship And his men.
Added to this, was the fact that the rest of the crew were starting to suspect something was amiss. Dylan especially. That man was to astute for his own good. Though it did seem that he paid his first officer a bit more attention than the other Crew members. Maybe there was something there to be exploited. She would check it out later. If there was a later. In the Mean time she would have to deal with..
Her thoughts were interrupted.
"Becka are you talking to yourself?" asked a curious mechanic
"What.. Err, yeah, just thinking out loud," she hastily replied
"Tell me, Harper how much did you hear?" she asked trying to act casual.
"Not much," he replied "just something about dealing with it." He looked at he carefully.
He to had noticed how weird she had been acting.
She let out a relieved sigh, he hadn't heard anything major.
She smiled. "Just thinking about stuff, nothing important."
"So, what's Harper?" she asked still smiling
Harper blinked, surprised by her sudden mood change.
"just thought you should know that the prisoner, according to Trance, will be fine. He should regain consciousness soon. Thought you might like to be there." He replied still cautious
"Sure, Ok, I'll be right there." Becka replied
"Good." He replied "By the way Becka, don't take this the wrong way, but what's with the hair?"
it was Becka's turn to blink.
"I just thought, that it needed change, I mean it's been blonde for ages and I've got these great nano probes I may as well use them." She reasoned
Harper still looked skeptical.
Becka started to get defensive.
"You no what Harper I'm feeling tired, I might just catch a few zzzz's," yawned Becka
After a few seconds Harper decided to let it go.
"Ok Becka see you later," he sighed
"See you Harper," she turned away.
"Yeah later," he muttered as he left "hopefully you'll be more yourself."
He left.