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Summary: In chapter one, Harper delivers a very disturbing message. In chapter two, Rommie talks to Dylan about it (and Dylan loses his lunch). In chapter three, Rommie talks to Tyr about the message. Surprisingly enough, Tyr is the most helpful, and advises Rommie to respond and string the Prime Minister along. Then we had an interlude in which Harper hacks a medical scan from the Nazbulian computers.
A/N: I know, I know. I can't add. But still, here's another chapter anyway. A bit more And on with the story...
Chapter Four – In which Rommie has a chat with the Prime Minister
Rommie – Why are we doing a live conversation again?
Tyr – It gives us a chance to evaluate his response and adjust our approach accordingly. That's the purpose of the links. [holds up modified fighter helmet] With a live conversation, we can warn you off a topic if he responds poorly or tell you to press on if the vitals are positive.
Harper – Besides, I've already hacked us an access to the Nazbulian Capital Building.
Rommie – I'm sure the hack itself more than made up for your troubles, Harper. The absolute obscenity...
Harper – Come on, Rom-doll, I'm only human.
Dylan - Rommie, are you sure you want to do this? If you don't, I've no problem. We don't need the NTF. The Commonwealth can go along fine without them.
Rommie - No, Captain. It's okay. Harper?
Harper - Yeah, Rom-doll. Remember, men are visual creatures. Know what I mean?
Rommie - I'm not putting on a private little show for you, Harper, and you'd better not try anything funny with that camera.
Harper - Rom-doll, I'm hurt. I really am.
Rommie - Harper, has anybody ever mentioned what a Marie droid's welding pincers can do to human flesh?
Harper - Hey, uh don't you wanna dress a bit more ... fashionably than that?
Tyr - He's right for once. The Prime Minister lusts for you. You should take advantage of his infatuation.
Beka – A little skin doesn't hurt, Rommie.
Trance - You know, you should let Rommie make her own decisions. Do you want to?
Rommie - [pause] Yes. Why not? For the Commonwealth...
Dylan - Please don't let yourself get pressured into this, Rommie.
Harper - [rubs hands and adjusts the camera] hehe...
Rommie exits, then enters again wearing something shorter at the bottom and lower at the top. However, this should be tasteful, i.e., something that would not violate school dress codes.
Harper - Aww...
Rommie - [stares stiffly ahead for a moment]
Marie droid enters.
Harper - Did I say something? Must be my stomach. You know how it gets when I don't feed it properly.
Beka – Harper
Harper – Right, boss. Anytime you're ready, Rom-doll.
Tyr – Remember: Insinuate. Hint. Do not state directly.
Rommie – I'm ready.
Harper – Y'know that zipper in the front of that tunic? It does work, Rom-doll, and you can pull it down – erp! Rolling!
Rommie – My dear Ayraon, how nice it is to speak to you again.
A/N: PM is Prime Minister, okay? I was too lazy to type it all out and besides, it's way, way too long. Also, if anybody other than the Prime Minister and Rommie speak, they're doing it over the radio. Rommie and the Prime Minister do not stop talking for them. Btw, Rommie, being an android, can speak and radio at the same time.
PM – And to what do I owe the pleasure of another meeting, Ma'am?
Rommie – [smiling blandly] I received your message.
Harper – Look at his heart race. [snicker] He's a very naughty boy, isn't he?
Trance – And those hormones. I do believe Rommie has placed the man into a state of sexual arousal.
Tyr – Good. His lust will blind him.
PM – Oh? I hope it isn't too much trouble.
Rommie – Oh, none at all. One of the perks of being an AI.
Harper – Rom-doll, I think he was talking about the actual offer.
Rommie – [over radio] No...really?
PM – Well, Andromeda --
Rommie – Please. Call me Rommie.
Pm – Of course. Rommie. I trust I find you in good health.
Rommie – Simply wonderful. Uh, although this treaty is taking up almost all of my time, it's not very taxing, really.
PM – Doesn't your captain handle most of the paperwork?
Rommie – Yes, but I usually do a lot of the research. And, of course, he always needs me to find synonyms and local phrases and such when he writes up his speeches and treaties. Utter busywork. It's cluttering up all of my time.
PM – I'm so – so sorry to hear that.
Tyr – This man seems to have an affection for your leg. When you crossed your right over your left, his heartbeat jumped.
Harper – Told you, Rom-doll.
Rommie – I do wish I had more spare time to enjoy myself. [over radio] Gotcha Tyr. How's this?
Harper – I'll just zoom in –
Rommie – [over radio] Don't you dare!
Tyr – Good, good. Trance – His eyeballs are bulging. Fascinating. PM – I'm so sorry to hear that. Perhaps I could do something...
Rommie – Oh, I'd be so grateful.
Trance – Well, she's certainly got his attention.
PM – I'll get right on it, Rommie. Until next time.
Rommie – Goodbye, Ayraon.
Tyr – It could have been better.
Harper – I think you did wonderfully, Rom-doll.
Rommie – Harper!
Harper – What? What did I do?
A/N: Yeah, this isn't really a very good conversation. But I'm not used to writing this sort of thing. Just maintaining these 'sexual undertones' is really difficult. Anyway, review please! Three more reviews and Rommie agonizes over her actions to Harper.