The Hunter, part 7
Dex was strapping himself into the pilots seat when Rommie sat at the weapons station beside him, "You know you don't have to do this Dex: you can stay behind." Dex shook his head, "And let you have all the fun? Look, I'm flattered that you're so concerned for me, but I'm not letting you or this ship out of my sight for one second: what would I do for a living if something happened to ether of you?" Rommie chuckled, "Keep that attitude up fly-boy and I'll clip your wings."
Tyr climbed through the hatch, a bag of gear in one hand, his Gauss Rifle in the other, "Can this crate even fly?" Rommie grabbed Dex before he could get out of his seat, "Watch it Uber, or I'll kick you out of the airlock during slipstream!" Tyr seemed shocked by the young man's reaction, then he smiled, "My apology's to both you and your ship Mr Wells: I should have learnt from my fiancée that insulting a pilots ship is never a good survival trait." Rommie blinked, "Beka?" Tyr smiled, "There is a lot you have missed in the three yours you've been away. That said, at times I envy you: you have all the freedom you're ever need, while I have to submit to the rules and laws of the Commonwealth."
"It can't be all that bad?" Dylan said as he closed the airlock behind him. The smile he gave Rommie as he sat down and strapped in made her head-spin: never a good thing just before a job. That was how she had to think of it: just another job. More dangerous then any she'd had before, but still just another job. The only problem was it was with Dylan! Seeing him again had brought back all the old feelings: the yearning for his touch, his smile, a kind word, anything!
Why did she still have these feelings for him? She could have deleted all her memories of him and her time on Andromeda, but she could never bring herself to do it. She concentrated on her screen as Dex requested clearance, "This is the Argo to flight control: requesting permission to depart." Beka's voice came back over the com-link, "Argo, this is command: you are cleared to go at this time. Good luck."
There was a slight jolt as the Argo left Andromeda's AG field and blasted free of the bigger ship. Dex swung the ship round and pointed it at the slipstream portal, "Anyone want to get off, now's the time to say so." There where no takers, and Dex smiled, "Don' say I didn't give you the chance!" Grinning like a madman, he took the ship into slipstream.
Rommie looked at her screen and sighed, "Dylan, can you please open the supply locker to your right." Dylan raised an eyebrow, but did as he was asked: with a thump, Trance fell to the deck, "Ouch! You didn't have to do that! You could have just asked me to come out you know!" Dylan rubbed his eyes wearily, "I won't even bother asking what you're doing here, and as it's too late for you to go back, you can sit down and strap yourself in!" Trance did as she was told without a word.
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Dex was strapping himself into the pilots seat when Rommie sat at the weapons station beside him, "You know you don't have to do this Dex: you can stay behind." Dex shook his head, "And let you have all the fun? Look, I'm flattered that you're so concerned for me, but I'm not letting you or this ship out of my sight for one second: what would I do for a living if something happened to ether of you?" Rommie chuckled, "Keep that attitude up fly-boy and I'll clip your wings."
Tyr climbed through the hatch, a bag of gear in one hand, his Gauss Rifle in the other, "Can this crate even fly?" Rommie grabbed Dex before he could get out of his seat, "Watch it Uber, or I'll kick you out of the airlock during slipstream!" Tyr seemed shocked by the young man's reaction, then he smiled, "My apology's to both you and your ship Mr Wells: I should have learnt from my fiancée that insulting a pilots ship is never a good survival trait." Rommie blinked, "Beka?" Tyr smiled, "There is a lot you have missed in the three yours you've been away. That said, at times I envy you: you have all the freedom you're ever need, while I have to submit to the rules and laws of the Commonwealth."
"It can't be all that bad?" Dylan said as he closed the airlock behind him. The smile he gave Rommie as he sat down and strapped in made her head-spin: never a good thing just before a job. That was how she had to think of it: just another job. More dangerous then any she'd had before, but still just another job. The only problem was it was with Dylan! Seeing him again had brought back all the old feelings: the yearning for his touch, his smile, a kind word, anything!
Why did she still have these feelings for him? She could have deleted all her memories of him and her time on Andromeda, but she could never bring herself to do it. She concentrated on her screen as Dex requested clearance, "This is the Argo to flight control: requesting permission to depart." Beka's voice came back over the com-link, "Argo, this is command: you are cleared to go at this time. Good luck."
There was a slight jolt as the Argo left Andromeda's AG field and blasted free of the bigger ship. Dex swung the ship round and pointed it at the slipstream portal, "Anyone want to get off, now's the time to say so." There where no takers, and Dex smiled, "Don' say I didn't give you the chance!" Grinning like a madman, he took the ship into slipstream.
Rommie looked at her screen and sighed, "Dylan, can you please open the supply locker to your right." Dylan raised an eyebrow, but did as he was asked: with a thump, Trance fell to the deck, "Ouch! You didn't have to do that! You could have just asked me to come out you know!" Dylan rubbed his eyes wearily, "I won't even bother asking what you're doing here, and as it's too late for you to go back, you can sit down and strap yourself in!" Trance did as she was told without a word.
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