The Hunter, part 24
Rommie straightened her uniform as the last of the officers boarded the Argo for the trip down to New St. Petersburg. Dylan had, for reasons of his own, assigned her and Dex to transport duties. It was less then ideal, but they didn't have a choice: the only cargo being run was weaponry, and nether of them was cleared for that. So they where stuck running engineers and supply officers from ship to planet and back.
She tried not to hear the snide remarks and insults made about her and her relationship with Dylan, tried not to get upset by the things people said as they passed her in the corridors. She had been assigned to work details, but after an incident with a nano-welder, she had been reassigned to transport.
Dex hit a few controllers, "Ok everyone, better strap yourselves in: there is a high-pressure system moving in on the landing field, and it's going to be a bit of a bumpy ride today." The passengers tightened their straps, and the Argo left Andromeda's hanger deck. As Dex had promised, the trip down to the planet was bumpy, and several of the passengers made use of the sick- bags provided.
The Argo finally landed, and Rommie opened the airlock to let the passengers out. As there was no one waiting to go up, they got a brake. Rommie sat down in a chair and rubbed her eyes, "I swear to god Dex, I'm beginning to regret this!" The pilot looked at her, "What where the options again? Oh yes, that's right: Spend the rest of your life regretting what might have happened between you and Captain Hunt? Letting him come down here on his own, probably getting killed in the proses? Shooting him on Kingfisher? Spending 10-years in prison? Not a lot to choose from."
Rommie smiled, "Why do you have to be so philosophical all the time?" Dex shrugged, "It comes from spending so much time in space: you get a lot of time to think when you're costing between slip-portals." Rommie shock her head, "It's just difficult dealing with all the crap the rest of the crew give me: half of it's because I was the ships Avatar, and I went rouge, and half is because I'm sleeping with Dylan."
Dex was about to reply when a man in a High Guard Captains uniform stepped through the hatch, "I need to get up to the Honour in Victory ASAP!" Rommie helped him strap in as Dex radioed for clearance. The Argo's powerful engines rumbled as the small ship shot up through the atmosphere to the High Guard fleet. No sooner had they docked then their passenger was out of the airlock and away.
Dex took the Argo back out into space and turned to Rommie, "Look, I think we're onto a good thing here, but you give the word, and I'll get us out of here: must of our stuff is still onboard, and the fuel tanks are almost full. It's up to you Boss."
TBC
Rommie straightened her uniform as the last of the officers boarded the Argo for the trip down to New St. Petersburg. Dylan had, for reasons of his own, assigned her and Dex to transport duties. It was less then ideal, but they didn't have a choice: the only cargo being run was weaponry, and nether of them was cleared for that. So they where stuck running engineers and supply officers from ship to planet and back.
She tried not to hear the snide remarks and insults made about her and her relationship with Dylan, tried not to get upset by the things people said as they passed her in the corridors. She had been assigned to work details, but after an incident with a nano-welder, she had been reassigned to transport.
Dex hit a few controllers, "Ok everyone, better strap yourselves in: there is a high-pressure system moving in on the landing field, and it's going to be a bit of a bumpy ride today." The passengers tightened their straps, and the Argo left Andromeda's hanger deck. As Dex had promised, the trip down to the planet was bumpy, and several of the passengers made use of the sick- bags provided.
The Argo finally landed, and Rommie opened the airlock to let the passengers out. As there was no one waiting to go up, they got a brake. Rommie sat down in a chair and rubbed her eyes, "I swear to god Dex, I'm beginning to regret this!" The pilot looked at her, "What where the options again? Oh yes, that's right: Spend the rest of your life regretting what might have happened between you and Captain Hunt? Letting him come down here on his own, probably getting killed in the proses? Shooting him on Kingfisher? Spending 10-years in prison? Not a lot to choose from."
Rommie smiled, "Why do you have to be so philosophical all the time?" Dex shrugged, "It comes from spending so much time in space: you get a lot of time to think when you're costing between slip-portals." Rommie shock her head, "It's just difficult dealing with all the crap the rest of the crew give me: half of it's because I was the ships Avatar, and I went rouge, and half is because I'm sleeping with Dylan."
Dex was about to reply when a man in a High Guard Captains uniform stepped through the hatch, "I need to get up to the Honour in Victory ASAP!" Rommie helped him strap in as Dex radioed for clearance. The Argo's powerful engines rumbled as the small ship shot up through the atmosphere to the High Guard fleet. No sooner had they docked then their passenger was out of the airlock and away.
Dex took the Argo back out into space and turned to Rommie, "Look, I think we're onto a good thing here, but you give the word, and I'll get us out of here: must of our stuff is still onboard, and the fuel tanks are almost full. It's up to you Boss."
TBC