Authors note: this story takes place during series one, after Star-Crossed,
but before It Makes A Lovely Light.
Out of love for you. (Part 11)
Dylan watched as the FTA ship's finished off the Restors. Tyr sent wave after wave of missiles into the Restor shipyard, systematically destroying the structure. Harper returned from the depths of Andromeda's mind, "Well boss, Andromeda says it's up to Rommie here to tell you." Dylan nodded, "Ok then." He grabbed Rommie's arm and frog-marched her from command.
As soon as they reached Dylan's quarters, he summand Andromeda's hologram, "You two have a lot of explaining to do!" Rommie took a step forward, "It was all my doing. She didn't know anything about it till after the Restors had taken over." Dylan shook his head, "Don't give me that shit! You're the same person, how could she not have known?" Andromeda shrugged, "After Gabriel died, I didn't want to pry: When Harper crated my humanoid-body, he made here an individual. She has all the emotions of a regular human, including grief." The hologram started to pace the room, "I'm a Warship, and I found it easier to cope if I partitioned-off all my emotions to her. She had to deal with my guilt over Gabriel's death, as well as her own."
Rommie nodded, her eyes fixed on the deck, "I blamed the Restors for Gabriel's death, and wanted to make them pay. I contacted the FTA, and offered to lure the remains of the Restor fleet into a trap. I pretended to go AWOL, and told them that I was operating under instructions from the Balance of Judgment. They said that if I delivered the Andromeda to them, they'd stand and fight the FTA." Dylan placed his hands on Rommie's shoulders, "Why didn't you come to me with this plan?"
Rommie looked at him, tires filling her eyes, "I needed to look real. If you or any of the others had acted any other way, the Restors would have smelt a trap and ether ran or attacked. Neither would have resulted in their complete destruction." Dylan pulled her close, holding her tight, "I understand Rommie. I can't condone your actions, but I understand why."
Out of love for you. (Part 11)
Dylan watched as the FTA ship's finished off the Restors. Tyr sent wave after wave of missiles into the Restor shipyard, systematically destroying the structure. Harper returned from the depths of Andromeda's mind, "Well boss, Andromeda says it's up to Rommie here to tell you." Dylan nodded, "Ok then." He grabbed Rommie's arm and frog-marched her from command.
As soon as they reached Dylan's quarters, he summand Andromeda's hologram, "You two have a lot of explaining to do!" Rommie took a step forward, "It was all my doing. She didn't know anything about it till after the Restors had taken over." Dylan shook his head, "Don't give me that shit! You're the same person, how could she not have known?" Andromeda shrugged, "After Gabriel died, I didn't want to pry: When Harper crated my humanoid-body, he made here an individual. She has all the emotions of a regular human, including grief." The hologram started to pace the room, "I'm a Warship, and I found it easier to cope if I partitioned-off all my emotions to her. She had to deal with my guilt over Gabriel's death, as well as her own."
Rommie nodded, her eyes fixed on the deck, "I blamed the Restors for Gabriel's death, and wanted to make them pay. I contacted the FTA, and offered to lure the remains of the Restor fleet into a trap. I pretended to go AWOL, and told them that I was operating under instructions from the Balance of Judgment. They said that if I delivered the Andromeda to them, they'd stand and fight the FTA." Dylan placed his hands on Rommie's shoulders, "Why didn't you come to me with this plan?"
Rommie looked at him, tires filling her eyes, "I needed to look real. If you or any of the others had acted any other way, the Restors would have smelt a trap and ether ran or attacked. Neither would have resulted in their complete destruction." Dylan pulled her close, holding her tight, "I understand Rommie. I can't condone your actions, but I understand why."
