Ty everyone for the awesome reveiws. I luv em. And Demonic Angel im glad ur enjoyin my annoyances lol. Makes me feel all tingly inside LOL neway... sorry for the shortness, I hav a lot more written but I like sendin em out scene by scene, makes my chances o getting more reviews and annoying more ppl higher. Special thx again to Sherry hu has once again left for Moscow, grrr. O well shell b bak. So on to the story, enjoy n review plz :) I liv for it.
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Up, down. Up, down. With a flick of his wrist the baseball went up. Then down it came again with a soft slap against Dylan's palm. He stared intently at the ball, controlling its every move with skill. With the ball in mid air, the door chimed, but Dylan's concentration never faltered and he caught it gain with ease.
"Come." He called, turning to the door. Up. Down.
"Sir." Rommie entered and came to stand before his desk. Dylan tossed the ball to her. She caught it with one hand.
"Nice catch." Dylan praised her leaning back in his chair.
Rommie smirked and tossed it back. Dylan's arms shot up instinctively. "Same to you."
"Little warning next time." Dylan scolded playfully, placing the ball on its stand.
"Where's the fun in that?" she smirked
Dylan chuckled, "Report?"
Rommie handed him a flexi ten sat down. "All system checks are complete. Harper's in the middle of making repairs on my slipstream. His list of supplies is all on there. There are a lot."
"Is that gonna be a problem?" Dylan asked glancing over the flexi.
"Shouldn't be too much of one. We have the resources to get almost everything on the list, though Mr. Harper did take the liberty of outlining the things that are necessary." Rommie explained.
Dylan's brow raised, "Sparky Cola?"
Rommie laughed, "Yeah, apparently without it I wouldn't be able to function properly." Rommie sobered and continued with her report. "Tyr and Beka both submitted lists of their own but they're mostly personal items that they'll be paying for."
"And Trance?"
"Nothing yet, I was going to catch up with her later."
"Ok." Dylan sighed and put the flexi down. "How's my crew?"
"Physically they're all fine, though Trance did inform me that Harper is fending off a small flu." She frowned. "Dylan, morale is extremely low."
"I know." His face fell along with his shoulders. "I don't know what to do," he confessed.
"Maybe some leave is in order, sir?" Rommie offered.
Dylan nodded his head, "I was thinking of that. We could definitely all use a few days off."
"This supply run could be a perfect opportunity." He gave her a confused look so she clarified. "Instead of just sending the Maru to Essenti'al IV, we could all go. Take those few days off."
Dylan smiled, "That's a great idea, Rommie. I'll inform them. We're done here?"
"Yes sir." Rommie nodded and stood up. "I'm setting a course for Essenti'al IV." Rommie informed him as she sent the coordinates to the ship's navigations. Her nose scrunched. "That's odd."
"What is it?" Dylan leaned forward.
"I'm detecting an unidentified signal." She paused staring off into space. "I can't believe I didn't catch it before."
"What kind of signal is it?" he asked, standing up.
"I don't know, it's encrypted. It's strong." She frowned as she tried to locate it. "I can't pin point where it's coming from." She glanced at Dylan, "I'm being deflected."
Dylan watched as she stared off into space. His arms shot out to grab her when she stumbled back. "Rommie?"
"Whoa," she gasped looking up at Dylan.
"What happened?" he asked, helping her stand up straight.
"It pushed me out f my own matrix," she mumbled in anger.
"How's that possible?"
"It's not... Harper." She opened a com link to Harper. When she didn't get a response she tried again with more force in her voice.
"I'm kinda busy Rom-doll so make it quick." Harper's annoyed voice finally responded.
"I need you to check my systems. Look for any anomalies." Rommie glanced at Dylan his face mimicking her confusion.
Harper sighed, "Can you be more specific?"
"Look for any unusual transmissions," she clarified.
There was a long pause of silence till Harper spoke again. "There's nothing there Rommie. What's this about?"
"What?" Rommie gave Dylan a shocked glance then looked for herself. She sifted through her own matrix. Her mouth dropped, "It's gone." She reaffirmed Harper's statement.
"What's gone?" Harper's annoyance grew. He had work to do, a lot of it.
"There was an encrypted signal that I couldn't get at." She let out a frustrated grunt.
"Well there's nothing there. Maybe you imagined it." Harper theorized. He just wanted to get this over with so he could do his work. Which in other words meant brood over a certain golden female.
Rommie rolled her eyes. "I'm a warship, I don't imagine things."
"Harper, look for any residuals in Andromeda's matrix, then report back." Dylan ordered him.
"Boss there's nothing there and I'm really busy right now." Harper whined.
"Harper," he sternly replied.
"Okay, Okay. I'll get right on it," he grumbled. "Harper out."
Dylan shook his head with a smile. He took a fleeting glance at Rommie and noticed the perturbed look on her face. He stepped closer his hand warmly clasping her shoulder. "We're going to figure this out."
"I don't doubt that. It was really odd. All I got from my scans was that it came from somewhere in the ship. I don't know where or even what it was." She sat down dejectedly. "I wouldn't have even noticed it if I hadn't set in our course."
"I'm sure it was nothing." Dylan tried to reassure him.
"Yeah, an encrypted nothing with a highly advanced defense system..." she mumbled.
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Gimpy,
Peace love and all that crap heh.
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Up, down. Up, down. With a flick of his wrist the baseball went up. Then down it came again with a soft slap against Dylan's palm. He stared intently at the ball, controlling its every move with skill. With the ball in mid air, the door chimed, but Dylan's concentration never faltered and he caught it gain with ease.
"Come." He called, turning to the door. Up. Down.
"Sir." Rommie entered and came to stand before his desk. Dylan tossed the ball to her. She caught it with one hand.
"Nice catch." Dylan praised her leaning back in his chair.
Rommie smirked and tossed it back. Dylan's arms shot up instinctively. "Same to you."
"Little warning next time." Dylan scolded playfully, placing the ball on its stand.
"Where's the fun in that?" she smirked
Dylan chuckled, "Report?"
Rommie handed him a flexi ten sat down. "All system checks are complete. Harper's in the middle of making repairs on my slipstream. His list of supplies is all on there. There are a lot."
"Is that gonna be a problem?" Dylan asked glancing over the flexi.
"Shouldn't be too much of one. We have the resources to get almost everything on the list, though Mr. Harper did take the liberty of outlining the things that are necessary." Rommie explained.
Dylan's brow raised, "Sparky Cola?"
Rommie laughed, "Yeah, apparently without it I wouldn't be able to function properly." Rommie sobered and continued with her report. "Tyr and Beka both submitted lists of their own but they're mostly personal items that they'll be paying for."
"And Trance?"
"Nothing yet, I was going to catch up with her later."
"Ok." Dylan sighed and put the flexi down. "How's my crew?"
"Physically they're all fine, though Trance did inform me that Harper is fending off a small flu." She frowned. "Dylan, morale is extremely low."
"I know." His face fell along with his shoulders. "I don't know what to do," he confessed.
"Maybe some leave is in order, sir?" Rommie offered.
Dylan nodded his head, "I was thinking of that. We could definitely all use a few days off."
"This supply run could be a perfect opportunity." He gave her a confused look so she clarified. "Instead of just sending the Maru to Essenti'al IV, we could all go. Take those few days off."
Dylan smiled, "That's a great idea, Rommie. I'll inform them. We're done here?"
"Yes sir." Rommie nodded and stood up. "I'm setting a course for Essenti'al IV." Rommie informed him as she sent the coordinates to the ship's navigations. Her nose scrunched. "That's odd."
"What is it?" Dylan leaned forward.
"I'm detecting an unidentified signal." She paused staring off into space. "I can't believe I didn't catch it before."
"What kind of signal is it?" he asked, standing up.
"I don't know, it's encrypted. It's strong." She frowned as she tried to locate it. "I can't pin point where it's coming from." She glanced at Dylan, "I'm being deflected."
Dylan watched as she stared off into space. His arms shot out to grab her when she stumbled back. "Rommie?"
"Whoa," she gasped looking up at Dylan.
"What happened?" he asked, helping her stand up straight.
"It pushed me out f my own matrix," she mumbled in anger.
"How's that possible?"
"It's not... Harper." She opened a com link to Harper. When she didn't get a response she tried again with more force in her voice.
"I'm kinda busy Rom-doll so make it quick." Harper's annoyed voice finally responded.
"I need you to check my systems. Look for any anomalies." Rommie glanced at Dylan his face mimicking her confusion.
Harper sighed, "Can you be more specific?"
"Look for any unusual transmissions," she clarified.
There was a long pause of silence till Harper spoke again. "There's nothing there Rommie. What's this about?"
"What?" Rommie gave Dylan a shocked glance then looked for herself. She sifted through her own matrix. Her mouth dropped, "It's gone." She reaffirmed Harper's statement.
"What's gone?" Harper's annoyance grew. He had work to do, a lot of it.
"There was an encrypted signal that I couldn't get at." She let out a frustrated grunt.
"Well there's nothing there. Maybe you imagined it." Harper theorized. He just wanted to get this over with so he could do his work. Which in other words meant brood over a certain golden female.
Rommie rolled her eyes. "I'm a warship, I don't imagine things."
"Harper, look for any residuals in Andromeda's matrix, then report back." Dylan ordered him.
"Boss there's nothing there and I'm really busy right now." Harper whined.
"Harper," he sternly replied.
"Okay, Okay. I'll get right on it," he grumbled. "Harper out."
Dylan shook his head with a smile. He took a fleeting glance at Rommie and noticed the perturbed look on her face. He stepped closer his hand warmly clasping her shoulder. "We're going to figure this out."
"I don't doubt that. It was really odd. All I got from my scans was that it came from somewhere in the ship. I don't know where or even what it was." She sat down dejectedly. "I wouldn't have even noticed it if I hadn't set in our course."
"I'm sure it was nothing." Dylan tried to reassure him.
"Yeah, an encrypted nothing with a highly advanced defense system..." she mumbled.
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Gimpy,
Peace love and all that crap heh.