Harper
I don't like it, not one little bit. Strangers on board. Rommie and me, we don't need anyone else.
Hot babes among them. Huh. They wouldn't want me, those High 'and Mighty' Guard officers.
I can see the way they look at me. Wearing their perfect uniforms, boots shining so bright you could see your face in them.
What do they see when they look in their superior way.
"Who's the funny little geek?" One of them actually said that. Her friend laughed. Don't know what hurt more, the words or the laughter.
No I don't like it, no way.
Andromeda/Holo Rommie/Rommie avatar
We love this; it's like the old days. We have a crew again. We're sure Dylan is happy about it. What's a Captain without a crew? We do think he should wear his uniform though. We have it ready for him every morning but he won't put it on. We wonder if there's something wrong. He doesn't seem to want to confide in us about it.
We see the way his new crew snap to attention when he passes, the Maru crew don't do that, have never done that. He deserves the respect but he does he want it now?
Tyr
I am amused. Some of them are scared of me. I know the signs. A room that I enter is suddenly vacated. I go to workout and they leave the gym. I relish the feeling of superiority that genetic fate has bestowed upon me.
I stalk the corridors, giving them no peace. I go out of my way to meet up with them and see their discomfort.
I looked into the eyes of one of them today and what I saw bothered me. I saw pity. I have no need of pity; I am Tyr Anasazi, of the Kodiak pride.
Beka
They worry me. What if he decides to make one of them First Officer instead of me? They've had the training; they have the military aura that I lack. Will I be disappointed or relieved?
Perhaps I should sneak away on the Maru, take Harper and Trance with me. Seamus is unhappy I know his feelings as well as I know my own. Trance is enigmatic as usual.
Would he miss me, miss us? He has a Commonwealth crew now. Tyr thinks that I am insecure. Beka Valentine, insecure? I laugh but the laughter has a hollow ring to it.
Trance
They are curious about me; none of them have ever seen my like before. That's hardly a surprise. I feel their eyes on me all the time; I hear their whispered theories. They discuss me as if I am not a real, living, breathing entity.
Of course I'm not but they don't know that, nor do the old crew, although they have almost worked it out.
I give the impression of being a slightly ditzy, very beautiful golden girl. If only they knew the truth. I hug my secret to me. It gives me great pleasure to see their confusion.
Dylan
I have my crew now; it's what I wanted. Why then am I not content. A couple of years ago it was my dream to repopulate my ship with proper officers. Men and women who would give me the respect a High Guard captain demands. I missed the order and routine. Not any more, I'm not the same man I was two years ago. I've changed, evolved. I no longer wear my uniform, I know that Rommie is concerned, but I don't know how to explain my feelings to her.
Too late, two of the saddest words in any language.
I don't like it, not one little bit. Strangers on board. Rommie and me, we don't need anyone else.
Hot babes among them. Huh. They wouldn't want me, those High 'and Mighty' Guard officers.
I can see the way they look at me. Wearing their perfect uniforms, boots shining so bright you could see your face in them.
What do they see when they look in their superior way.
"Who's the funny little geek?" One of them actually said that. Her friend laughed. Don't know what hurt more, the words or the laughter.
No I don't like it, no way.
Andromeda/Holo Rommie/Rommie avatar
We love this; it's like the old days. We have a crew again. We're sure Dylan is happy about it. What's a Captain without a crew? We do think he should wear his uniform though. We have it ready for him every morning but he won't put it on. We wonder if there's something wrong. He doesn't seem to want to confide in us about it.
We see the way his new crew snap to attention when he passes, the Maru crew don't do that, have never done that. He deserves the respect but he does he want it now?
Tyr
I am amused. Some of them are scared of me. I know the signs. A room that I enter is suddenly vacated. I go to workout and they leave the gym. I relish the feeling of superiority that genetic fate has bestowed upon me.
I stalk the corridors, giving them no peace. I go out of my way to meet up with them and see their discomfort.
I looked into the eyes of one of them today and what I saw bothered me. I saw pity. I have no need of pity; I am Tyr Anasazi, of the Kodiak pride.
Beka
They worry me. What if he decides to make one of them First Officer instead of me? They've had the training; they have the military aura that I lack. Will I be disappointed or relieved?
Perhaps I should sneak away on the Maru, take Harper and Trance with me. Seamus is unhappy I know his feelings as well as I know my own. Trance is enigmatic as usual.
Would he miss me, miss us? He has a Commonwealth crew now. Tyr thinks that I am insecure. Beka Valentine, insecure? I laugh but the laughter has a hollow ring to it.
Trance
They are curious about me; none of them have ever seen my like before. That's hardly a surprise. I feel their eyes on me all the time; I hear their whispered theories. They discuss me as if I am not a real, living, breathing entity.
Of course I'm not but they don't know that, nor do the old crew, although they have almost worked it out.
I give the impression of being a slightly ditzy, very beautiful golden girl. If only they knew the truth. I hug my secret to me. It gives me great pleasure to see their confusion.
Dylan
I have my crew now; it's what I wanted. Why then am I not content. A couple of years ago it was my dream to repopulate my ship with proper officers. Men and women who would give me the respect a High Guard captain demands. I missed the order and routine. Not any more, I'm not the same man I was two years ago. I've changed, evolved. I no longer wear my uniform, I know that Rommie is concerned, but I don't know how to explain my feelings to her.
Too late, two of the saddest words in any language.