The Hunter, part 26
"You better call Dylan: I think she's coming round at last!" Harper's voice penetrated the fog that filled Rommie's mind. She slowly opened her eyes, "What happened?" Trances concerned face appeared above her, "There was a, well, they're calling it an 'incident' at the moment: when you came back through the slip-portal, the Wrath of Achilles fired at the Argo. They hit you a few times before Dylan could stop them."
Rommie sat up slowly, "I'm surprised he bothered: he's all but ignored me the past couple of days." Trance looked confused, "I thought the two of you where searing quarters?" Rommie looked at her, "Apart from that." Trance nodded, understanding, "Oh, well, he's been down here pretty much continually since they brought you and Dex onboard." Rommie blinked, "Where is Dex?"
Trance's face fell, "He's in medical: he got pretty badly banged up: the pilots chair broke loss from the floor and he hit the bulkhead quite hard. He's been in a coma since then." Rommie stood up and grabbed her jacket, "Out of my way." Harper blocked her path, "Where do you think you're going?" Rommie looked at him, her eyes hard, "To kill the Wrath of Achilles' tactical officer."
"That would be a bad idea." Interrupted Dylan from the door, a look of relief on his face, "But I'm glad to see you're back on your feet: it's been two days." Rommie looked at him, "We need to talk. In privet." Taking the hint, Trance and Harper left them alone in the machine shop. Dylan closed the hatch, "Andromeda, engage privacy mode." The AI's voice came back from the speaker by the door, "Privacy mode engaged." Dylan turned to Rommie, "What do we need to talk about?"
Rommie laughed, shaking her head, "How about the fact that, apart from when we're in bed, you've all but ignored me since I took the deal the admiralty offered me!" Dylan was taken aback, "I thought that if I distanced myself from you in public it would make it easier for you to work with the rest of the crew!" Rommie smiled sarcastically, "Well it didn't work! Most of the crew just ignore me, while the others spend their entire free time making- up snide remarks and insults: some of the things I've been called aver the last few days would make a dock-worker blush!"
Dylan's face fell, "I'm sorry about that: if there was anything I could do about that, I would. But I can't. Anyway, your little 'going after the Magog ship to stop it reporting back' stunt seams to have endured you to most of the crew: we had to place guards outside to keep people from pestering Harper while he worked on you." He put his arms around Rommie and kissed her, "I'm sorry if you feel that I've been ignoring you lately, but there are a few people who would like to see you melted down for scrap: you kind of embarrassed the Admiralty with the ease you escaped after we got back from New St. Petersburg."
Rommie rested her head on his shoulder, "I'm sorry, it's not your fault: I'm just not used to having to take orders after so long away."
TBC
"You better call Dylan: I think she's coming round at last!" Harper's voice penetrated the fog that filled Rommie's mind. She slowly opened her eyes, "What happened?" Trances concerned face appeared above her, "There was a, well, they're calling it an 'incident' at the moment: when you came back through the slip-portal, the Wrath of Achilles fired at the Argo. They hit you a few times before Dylan could stop them."
Rommie sat up slowly, "I'm surprised he bothered: he's all but ignored me the past couple of days." Trance looked confused, "I thought the two of you where searing quarters?" Rommie looked at her, "Apart from that." Trance nodded, understanding, "Oh, well, he's been down here pretty much continually since they brought you and Dex onboard." Rommie blinked, "Where is Dex?"
Trance's face fell, "He's in medical: he got pretty badly banged up: the pilots chair broke loss from the floor and he hit the bulkhead quite hard. He's been in a coma since then." Rommie stood up and grabbed her jacket, "Out of my way." Harper blocked her path, "Where do you think you're going?" Rommie looked at him, her eyes hard, "To kill the Wrath of Achilles' tactical officer."
"That would be a bad idea." Interrupted Dylan from the door, a look of relief on his face, "But I'm glad to see you're back on your feet: it's been two days." Rommie looked at him, "We need to talk. In privet." Taking the hint, Trance and Harper left them alone in the machine shop. Dylan closed the hatch, "Andromeda, engage privacy mode." The AI's voice came back from the speaker by the door, "Privacy mode engaged." Dylan turned to Rommie, "What do we need to talk about?"
Rommie laughed, shaking her head, "How about the fact that, apart from when we're in bed, you've all but ignored me since I took the deal the admiralty offered me!" Dylan was taken aback, "I thought that if I distanced myself from you in public it would make it easier for you to work with the rest of the crew!" Rommie smiled sarcastically, "Well it didn't work! Most of the crew just ignore me, while the others spend their entire free time making- up snide remarks and insults: some of the things I've been called aver the last few days would make a dock-worker blush!"
Dylan's face fell, "I'm sorry about that: if there was anything I could do about that, I would. But I can't. Anyway, your little 'going after the Magog ship to stop it reporting back' stunt seams to have endured you to most of the crew: we had to place guards outside to keep people from pestering Harper while he worked on you." He put his arms around Rommie and kissed her, "I'm sorry if you feel that I've been ignoring you lately, but there are a few people who would like to see you melted down for scrap: you kind of embarrassed the Admiralty with the ease you escaped after we got back from New St. Petersburg."
Rommie rested her head on his shoulder, "I'm sorry, it's not your fault: I'm just not used to having to take orders after so long away."
TBC