This wud havta b dat longest part so far but dats cuz da first lil scene was rly short. Plus I had ta get da next scene out cuz I luv it n I need ta hear wat yall tink :) so review ppl! plz *sad puppy dog face*
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Andromeda took it upon herself to monitor Trance carefully from the moment she stepped aboard. Since her first result-less bio-scan, she had spent months trying to figure out the enigmatic girl only to learn two minor things; her eating habits and her sleeping patterns. The latter being the reason she watched Trance now with growing concern. She followed Trance as she busied herself in Med Deck. She'd been here almost all night and Andromeda knew for a fact that there was never that much work to do in Med Deck.
"Trance?" Her holographic counterpart appeared in the middle of the room. Trance stopped taping keys on a console and glanced up.
"Hey, Andromeda. What can I do for you?" Trance smiled at the ship. She liked Andromeda. She was simple, direct and the easiest to get along with. And what made Trance like her even more was that she never once treated her differently. Even after...she couldn't bring herself to finish the thought.
"Are you alright?" Andromeda wanted to ask but she knew Trance would either evade the question or give a generic answer. "How's that list of yours coming?"
"Almost done. Why? Do you need it?" She asked turning back to the console.
"Not right away. I was just checking up on you." She couldn't help the concern on her face and in her voice.
"Aw, that really sweet Andromeda." Trance grinned.
The holograph actually blushed. Something she'd never been able to do before. That is until Harper gave her a few minor upgrades. "I'm worried about you."
"Well that's really not necessary. I'm fine." Trance tried to qualm the Andromeda. In truth she wasn't fine but that was something she had to deal with on her own.
"Are you sure? You haven't been sleeping and I thought..."
"Andromeda you know I don't sleep much."
"True, but on average you sleep every 4 to 5 days. It's been 8." Andromeda explained.
Trance smiled sweetly. "Been studying me have you?"
Embarrassment flushed her cheeks, another one of her new upgrades. "I have. I'm sorry if that offends you. My avatar warned me it was a violation of privacy."
"No, no. It's okay. You're a curious person. It's understandable."
Andromeda frowned. "I'm not a person. I'm a warship, a machine."
"To me you're a friend." At Trance's words the Andromeda's holographic face light up in a huge smile. Trance mirrored her, "Thank you for your concern Andromeda, but I'm fine."
"Ok but if you're having trouble sleeping I can recommend a sleeping pill. Works wonders on Dylan."
"I'm sure." Trance smiled reassuringly. "But I don't need it. I'm ok, really I am."
"I'll get out of your way then." She nodded her head and vanished.
The moment she did Trance's smile fell. She sighed and leaned against the console. She hated lying to Andromeda but she knew she had to. A thought crossed her mind. She quickly saved her work and left.
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Tyr strode down the hall with one destination in mind, the training room. After Dylan had informed him that they were all taking a few days off, he needed to take out his frustrations. Did Dylan not realize that there was a World Ship somewhere out there in the midst of getting repaired?
The man was incompetent. There's no time for a vacation. We need to mount our forces. The last time we encountered the World Ship we barely all made it out alive. Dylan knows this yet still he indulges with this vacation idea. Tyr had tried to get out of it but Dylan cheerfully informed him that there was no choice. An order! Dylan ordered him to participate in this absurd ritual. What irked him the most was that he had to follow such an order.
Tyr picked up his pace, wanting nothing more then to pummel the Captain but settling for a punching bag. He turned a final corner and stopped in his tracks. He raised an eyebrow at the curious phenomenon in front of him. He slowly stepped into the room not wishing to interrupt. Taking a seat on one of the many benches he watched with piqued interest as the young alien bounced around the punching bag.
Trance attacked the bag with a fever Tyr had never noticed in her. She was swift and controlled. It surprised him. It was the complete opposite of what she used to be. He remembered trying to teach her so many months ago. He could tell that she was obviously experienced.
"You're flawed." He spoke loudly and laughed inwardly when the girl squealed.
Trance fumbled and grabbed the bag. She glared at Tyr as the bag stilled. "What was that?"
"Your technique, it's flawed." He informed her not fazed by her glare. What did faze him was when she started to chuckle and returned back to the bag. She tried to hit it but her laughter took over and she had to lean on the bag for support.
"Why are you laughing." It wasn't question but more of a demand for information.
Trance started to laugh harder and grabbed her water bottle taking a huge swig. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she turned to Tyr. "It's ironic." Capping the bottle she turned back to the bag. Still chuckling softy she started in on the bag.
"Not that I care, but what do you find ironic?" He feigned uncaring.
Rolling her eyes she stopped the bag again and looked Tyr directly in the eye. "You."
Tyr's eyebrow rose again. "Why? Because I pointed out that your method is riddled with holes?"
Trance smirked, "Yeah."
"Explain," he demanded.
"Well, when you take into consideration that you're the one who taught me my 'technique' it becomes very ironic." She spoke with a mischievous and all knowing look on her face.
He stared at her with disbelief. "It appears I'm not a very good teacher."
"Wanna test that theory?" The look on her face could only be described as impish.
"I'd rather not."
Trance grabbed her bottle and took another sip. "You too honorable to fight a girl, Tyr?" She taunted. "I thought Nietzscheans embraced women warriors?"
"We do..."
Trance interrupted him, "So then what it is? You don't like to fight petite females?"
Tyr glared at her with annoyance, "No. I don't like to fight drunken, petite females."
"Oh c'mon that's no, wait, how did you..." She stuttered then glanced down at the bottle in her hand. "Oh." Looking back at Tyr she whispered, "The smell." Tyr nodded his head curtly. "Busted," she chuckled, then shrugged her shoulders. She offered him the bottle but he declined.
"I only drink hard liquor," he informed her.
"Then you'll like this." She pushed the bottle into his hand.
He looked at it suspiciously, "What is it?"
"Just something I conjured up a long time ago." She hopped up on a counter, "You'll like it, trust me."
Glancing distrustfully at Trance he brought the bottle to his nose. Sniffing it, he jerked at the powerful scent it gave off. Trance giggled and waited impatiently for him to test it. Tyr tipped the bottle, allowing some of the fiery liquid to pass his lips. The moment he swallowed, he started to cough wildly. Trance laughed louder.
"You should...see...your face!" She cried through her laughter. "Your eyes are all squinty!"
Tyr shuttered and glanced at the bottle, "What the hell is this?"
"You like?"
Tyr nodded his head taking another swig, causing the same reaction. Trance beamed and laughed again. "You've got sour face," she mused. Tyr glared at her, "Don't worry you'll get used to it. No more sour face." She giggled. Tyr smirked for a second then offered the bottle back. She waved him off, grabbing another water bottle. He shrugged, taking another sip. He shuddered, enjoying the feel of the slight buzz that was taking over his mind.
Trance took a long swig from her own bottle. Tyr watched with amazement when she didn't react like he did. Trance caught his confused look, "I'm used to it."
"What ever happened to the girl who couldn't understand why people chose to poison their own bodies willingly?" Tyr leaned back into a wall, letting the haze take over.
"She figured it out," Trance answered vaguely, leaning back herself. Tyr's loud chuckle startled her. She grinned at him. "You have a nice smile, you should do it more often."
"Shut up girl," he snapped, standing up and moving to wrap his hands.
"No and I won't take it back either. If you don't like that you can kick my sober, petite, female ass tomorrow, AFTER my hangover." She spoke seriously taking another sip.
"Deal," he answered, pounding the bag.
Trance jumped at the viciousness. She leaned forward on her hands, "So why'd you come down here?"
"Dylan," he growled out through clenched teeth as he pounded the bag again.
"Ah." She nodded her head. Taking a sip, "What'd he do now?"
"The man," he punched the bag, "has lost," and again with more force, "his mind!" he jabbed at the bag, the force vibrating up to the ceiling and down the walls. Trance giggled at the feeling. "What are you giggling at?" Tyr glared.
Trance gulped. "Nothing," she squeaked.
Tyr scoffed and hit the bag again. He continued venting. "He's devised this absurd idea of us all taking some leave at some degenerate planet called Essenti'al IV."
"Wha? When did this happen?" Her words slightly slurred.
"Sometime between Dylan's growing retardation and dwindling reliability," Tyr snapped.
"It can't be that bad. We can just stay on board and work." Trance wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea either. She didn't think she could handle having to socialize with the others.
"No we can't." Tyr forgot about the punching bag and grabbed his water bottle. "Our 'noble' Captain has made the 'vacation' mandatory." Trance's eyes widened. "My thought exactly."
"What a jackass," Trance grumbled.
Tyr laughed, "You should swear more often, it suits you." He hopped up next to Trance on the counter. Trance gave him a weird look and he laughed again. "Don't worry child. I'm drunk, not crazy."
"Sure fooled me," she mumbled. A comfortable silence settled over them.
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Gimpy,
Peace.
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Andromeda took it upon herself to monitor Trance carefully from the moment she stepped aboard. Since her first result-less bio-scan, she had spent months trying to figure out the enigmatic girl only to learn two minor things; her eating habits and her sleeping patterns. The latter being the reason she watched Trance now with growing concern. She followed Trance as she busied herself in Med Deck. She'd been here almost all night and Andromeda knew for a fact that there was never that much work to do in Med Deck.
"Trance?" Her holographic counterpart appeared in the middle of the room. Trance stopped taping keys on a console and glanced up.
"Hey, Andromeda. What can I do for you?" Trance smiled at the ship. She liked Andromeda. She was simple, direct and the easiest to get along with. And what made Trance like her even more was that she never once treated her differently. Even after...she couldn't bring herself to finish the thought.
"Are you alright?" Andromeda wanted to ask but she knew Trance would either evade the question or give a generic answer. "How's that list of yours coming?"
"Almost done. Why? Do you need it?" She asked turning back to the console.
"Not right away. I was just checking up on you." She couldn't help the concern on her face and in her voice.
"Aw, that really sweet Andromeda." Trance grinned.
The holograph actually blushed. Something she'd never been able to do before. That is until Harper gave her a few minor upgrades. "I'm worried about you."
"Well that's really not necessary. I'm fine." Trance tried to qualm the Andromeda. In truth she wasn't fine but that was something she had to deal with on her own.
"Are you sure? You haven't been sleeping and I thought..."
"Andromeda you know I don't sleep much."
"True, but on average you sleep every 4 to 5 days. It's been 8." Andromeda explained.
Trance smiled sweetly. "Been studying me have you?"
Embarrassment flushed her cheeks, another one of her new upgrades. "I have. I'm sorry if that offends you. My avatar warned me it was a violation of privacy."
"No, no. It's okay. You're a curious person. It's understandable."
Andromeda frowned. "I'm not a person. I'm a warship, a machine."
"To me you're a friend." At Trance's words the Andromeda's holographic face light up in a huge smile. Trance mirrored her, "Thank you for your concern Andromeda, but I'm fine."
"Ok but if you're having trouble sleeping I can recommend a sleeping pill. Works wonders on Dylan."
"I'm sure." Trance smiled reassuringly. "But I don't need it. I'm ok, really I am."
"I'll get out of your way then." She nodded her head and vanished.
The moment she did Trance's smile fell. She sighed and leaned against the console. She hated lying to Andromeda but she knew she had to. A thought crossed her mind. She quickly saved her work and left.
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Tyr strode down the hall with one destination in mind, the training room. After Dylan had informed him that they were all taking a few days off, he needed to take out his frustrations. Did Dylan not realize that there was a World Ship somewhere out there in the midst of getting repaired?
The man was incompetent. There's no time for a vacation. We need to mount our forces. The last time we encountered the World Ship we barely all made it out alive. Dylan knows this yet still he indulges with this vacation idea. Tyr had tried to get out of it but Dylan cheerfully informed him that there was no choice. An order! Dylan ordered him to participate in this absurd ritual. What irked him the most was that he had to follow such an order.
Tyr picked up his pace, wanting nothing more then to pummel the Captain but settling for a punching bag. He turned a final corner and stopped in his tracks. He raised an eyebrow at the curious phenomenon in front of him. He slowly stepped into the room not wishing to interrupt. Taking a seat on one of the many benches he watched with piqued interest as the young alien bounced around the punching bag.
Trance attacked the bag with a fever Tyr had never noticed in her. She was swift and controlled. It surprised him. It was the complete opposite of what she used to be. He remembered trying to teach her so many months ago. He could tell that she was obviously experienced.
"You're flawed." He spoke loudly and laughed inwardly when the girl squealed.
Trance fumbled and grabbed the bag. She glared at Tyr as the bag stilled. "What was that?"
"Your technique, it's flawed." He informed her not fazed by her glare. What did faze him was when she started to chuckle and returned back to the bag. She tried to hit it but her laughter took over and she had to lean on the bag for support.
"Why are you laughing." It wasn't question but more of a demand for information.
Trance started to laugh harder and grabbed her water bottle taking a huge swig. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she turned to Tyr. "It's ironic." Capping the bottle she turned back to the bag. Still chuckling softy she started in on the bag.
"Not that I care, but what do you find ironic?" He feigned uncaring.
Rolling her eyes she stopped the bag again and looked Tyr directly in the eye. "You."
Tyr's eyebrow rose again. "Why? Because I pointed out that your method is riddled with holes?"
Trance smirked, "Yeah."
"Explain," he demanded.
"Well, when you take into consideration that you're the one who taught me my 'technique' it becomes very ironic." She spoke with a mischievous and all knowing look on her face.
He stared at her with disbelief. "It appears I'm not a very good teacher."
"Wanna test that theory?" The look on her face could only be described as impish.
"I'd rather not."
Trance grabbed her bottle and took another sip. "You too honorable to fight a girl, Tyr?" She taunted. "I thought Nietzscheans embraced women warriors?"
"We do..."
Trance interrupted him, "So then what it is? You don't like to fight petite females?"
Tyr glared at her with annoyance, "No. I don't like to fight drunken, petite females."
"Oh c'mon that's no, wait, how did you..." She stuttered then glanced down at the bottle in her hand. "Oh." Looking back at Tyr she whispered, "The smell." Tyr nodded his head curtly. "Busted," she chuckled, then shrugged her shoulders. She offered him the bottle but he declined.
"I only drink hard liquor," he informed her.
"Then you'll like this." She pushed the bottle into his hand.
He looked at it suspiciously, "What is it?"
"Just something I conjured up a long time ago." She hopped up on a counter, "You'll like it, trust me."
Glancing distrustfully at Trance he brought the bottle to his nose. Sniffing it, he jerked at the powerful scent it gave off. Trance giggled and waited impatiently for him to test it. Tyr tipped the bottle, allowing some of the fiery liquid to pass his lips. The moment he swallowed, he started to cough wildly. Trance laughed louder.
"You should...see...your face!" She cried through her laughter. "Your eyes are all squinty!"
Tyr shuttered and glanced at the bottle, "What the hell is this?"
"You like?"
Tyr nodded his head taking another swig, causing the same reaction. Trance beamed and laughed again. "You've got sour face," she mused. Tyr glared at her, "Don't worry you'll get used to it. No more sour face." She giggled. Tyr smirked for a second then offered the bottle back. She waved him off, grabbing another water bottle. He shrugged, taking another sip. He shuddered, enjoying the feel of the slight buzz that was taking over his mind.
Trance took a long swig from her own bottle. Tyr watched with amazement when she didn't react like he did. Trance caught his confused look, "I'm used to it."
"What ever happened to the girl who couldn't understand why people chose to poison their own bodies willingly?" Tyr leaned back into a wall, letting the haze take over.
"She figured it out," Trance answered vaguely, leaning back herself. Tyr's loud chuckle startled her. She grinned at him. "You have a nice smile, you should do it more often."
"Shut up girl," he snapped, standing up and moving to wrap his hands.
"No and I won't take it back either. If you don't like that you can kick my sober, petite, female ass tomorrow, AFTER my hangover." She spoke seriously taking another sip.
"Deal," he answered, pounding the bag.
Trance jumped at the viciousness. She leaned forward on her hands, "So why'd you come down here?"
"Dylan," he growled out through clenched teeth as he pounded the bag again.
"Ah." She nodded her head. Taking a sip, "What'd he do now?"
"The man," he punched the bag, "has lost," and again with more force, "his mind!" he jabbed at the bag, the force vibrating up to the ceiling and down the walls. Trance giggled at the feeling. "What are you giggling at?" Tyr glared.
Trance gulped. "Nothing," she squeaked.
Tyr scoffed and hit the bag again. He continued venting. "He's devised this absurd idea of us all taking some leave at some degenerate planet called Essenti'al IV."
"Wha? When did this happen?" Her words slightly slurred.
"Sometime between Dylan's growing retardation and dwindling reliability," Tyr snapped.
"It can't be that bad. We can just stay on board and work." Trance wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea either. She didn't think she could handle having to socialize with the others.
"No we can't." Tyr forgot about the punching bag and grabbed his water bottle. "Our 'noble' Captain has made the 'vacation' mandatory." Trance's eyes widened. "My thought exactly."
"What a jackass," Trance grumbled.
Tyr laughed, "You should swear more often, it suits you." He hopped up next to Trance on the counter. Trance gave him a weird look and he laughed again. "Don't worry child. I'm drunk, not crazy."
"Sure fooled me," she mumbled. A comfortable silence settled over them.
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Gimpy,
Peace.