Unexpected News, part 8
In the end, the wedding its self was a bit of an anti-climax: Beka had been able to track down a Wayist friend of Rev Bem's who was willing to conduct the service, and it was held on Andromeda's observation deck. Dylan and Rommie both wore High Guard Dress-uniforms: Dylan a captains, Rommie a lieutenants. Tyr was dressed in his best suit, as was Harper. Beka and Trance, as bridesmaids, wore simple dresses. At Rommie's insistence, Andromeda's hologram gave her away; thou Harper had claimed that that honour should be his.
After the ceremony ended, Trance found Harper leaning against the wall, deep in thought, "Hay Harper, what's up?" The engineer sighed, "It's over: Any chance of Rommie deciding she loves me, over." Trance put an arm on her friends shoulder, "Be happy for them Harper." He nodded, "I am happy for them, but it still hurts."
He turned to Trance, "And whose idea was it to give a pregnant woman Tequila?" She looked him in the eye, "We both know that Rommie could drink rocket fuel and it wouldn't hurt the baby: She may be classed as a Cyborg now, but she still has the digestive system you built her." Harper laughed, "Sorry, just trying to get a rise out of you." Trance smiled, "Well you didn't."
Across the room, Tyr was trying to convince Beka to dance with him, "Look, it's a wedding, and it customary to dance." Beka shook her head, "Read my lip's Tyr: I don't dance!" Tyr grinned, "Then explain the FTA amateur dancing championship trophy you keep hidden on your ship, huh?" Beka froze, "How did you find that?" Tyr laughed, "Trance, the old Trance, showed it to me once." Beka's eyes went wide, "Why that little purple minx!" Tyr rested a hand on her shoulder, "One dance, and I'll forget I ever saw it." Beka nodded, "Deal."
Dylan and Rommie where already dancing when Tyr and Beka joined them. Grinning, Dylan lent down to whisper in his wife's ear, "I don't think he remember telling me, but back on the Drift, Tyr told he loves Beka." Rommie giggled, "Well, Beka told me she loves Tyr." Dylan laughed, "Well then, what are we supposed to do about it, Mrs Hunt?" Rommie smiled, "You're the first person to call me that: it sounds, right."
Dylan kissed her, "Have you decided what you're going to use as your first name?" Rommie blinked, "Well, if I call myself Andromeda, people will confuse me with the main AI, so it will have to be Rommie." Dylan smiled, "Well then, Rommie Hunt, here's to us." Rommie smiled, "To us."
TBC
In the end, the wedding its self was a bit of an anti-climax: Beka had been able to track down a Wayist friend of Rev Bem's who was willing to conduct the service, and it was held on Andromeda's observation deck. Dylan and Rommie both wore High Guard Dress-uniforms: Dylan a captains, Rommie a lieutenants. Tyr was dressed in his best suit, as was Harper. Beka and Trance, as bridesmaids, wore simple dresses. At Rommie's insistence, Andromeda's hologram gave her away; thou Harper had claimed that that honour should be his.
After the ceremony ended, Trance found Harper leaning against the wall, deep in thought, "Hay Harper, what's up?" The engineer sighed, "It's over: Any chance of Rommie deciding she loves me, over." Trance put an arm on her friends shoulder, "Be happy for them Harper." He nodded, "I am happy for them, but it still hurts."
He turned to Trance, "And whose idea was it to give a pregnant woman Tequila?" She looked him in the eye, "We both know that Rommie could drink rocket fuel and it wouldn't hurt the baby: She may be classed as a Cyborg now, but she still has the digestive system you built her." Harper laughed, "Sorry, just trying to get a rise out of you." Trance smiled, "Well you didn't."
Across the room, Tyr was trying to convince Beka to dance with him, "Look, it's a wedding, and it customary to dance." Beka shook her head, "Read my lip's Tyr: I don't dance!" Tyr grinned, "Then explain the FTA amateur dancing championship trophy you keep hidden on your ship, huh?" Beka froze, "How did you find that?" Tyr laughed, "Trance, the old Trance, showed it to me once." Beka's eyes went wide, "Why that little purple minx!" Tyr rested a hand on her shoulder, "One dance, and I'll forget I ever saw it." Beka nodded, "Deal."
Dylan and Rommie where already dancing when Tyr and Beka joined them. Grinning, Dylan lent down to whisper in his wife's ear, "I don't think he remember telling me, but back on the Drift, Tyr told he loves Beka." Rommie giggled, "Well, Beka told me she loves Tyr." Dylan laughed, "Well then, what are we supposed to do about it, Mrs Hunt?" Rommie smiled, "You're the first person to call me that: it sounds, right."
Dylan kissed her, "Have you decided what you're going to use as your first name?" Rommie blinked, "Well, if I call myself Andromeda, people will confuse me with the main AI, so it will have to be Rommie." Dylan smiled, "Well then, Rommie Hunt, here's to us." Rommie smiled, "To us."
TBC
