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"So, we're vacation bound?" Harper asked as he followed Rommie to command deck.
"For the forth time yes! We are all vacation bound!" Rommie grumbled. She sped up, trying to get away from him.
"Sweet!" He rubbed his hands together, thinking up fun things to do. It was then that he realized he'd never even heard of Essenti'al IV. "Rommie, wait up!" He tried to catch up with the avatar.
"Harper!" she grumbled.
"I'm not gonna ask again so don't get your relays in a bunch. I just wanna know what Essenti'al IV is like," he explained, walking along side her.
Rommie shrugged, "What do you want to know?"
"What's there to do, vacation wise?"
"I'm not really sure Harper. The planet's namely classified as a sanctuary." They walked into command together.
"A sanctuary?" He shrugged. "Cool," Harper walked over to the far wall. He removed a panel and placed it on the floor softly.
"Wait, sanctuary?" Beka's eyes widened. "As in lots of wild life and bad weather?"
Dylan chuckled, "All weather is bad to you but yeah it's a sanctuary."
"Yay," Beka mumbled sarcastically.
"What are you working on?" Dylan called over to Harper.
"Huh?" He glanced at Dylan than at the exposed circuitry. "Oh umm, I'm still looking for that phantom transmission of Rommie's."
"It's not a phantom transmission Harper. I detected it." Rommie argued.
"Down girl," he called with his head in the panel. Rommie glared.
"Oh, if looks could kill," Beka mused, snickering.
"Rommie, ETA?" Dylan asked.
"An estimated hour and 30 minutes," she informed him, not having to glance down at her console.
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Tyr glanced down at the sleeping woman leaning against his chest, his arm around her waist. Her chest rose and fell softly. He was amazed at how surreal she looked. How contrasting she was in peaceful sleep. The chip that had somehow firmly implanted itself onto her shoulder was nowhere to be seen.
Last night's events came back to him. He still couldn't quiet grasp how he had come to be in the situation at hand. One of the last things he could remember was Trance challenging him to drinking contest and winning. He blushed with shame at the memory of him passing out on the golden girl after only half a bottle.
Movement at his side nudged him back into reality. He watched as Trance stirred than snuggled deeper into his side. He rolled his eyes. Was she ever going to wake? He pondered pushing her off the bench and onto the floor. It'd be crude but effective. Trance moaned and Tyr watched as she opened then closed her eyes quickly. Groaning she tried to hide from the light. It was then that she realized that it wasn't her pillow she was hiding in. She stiffened and tilted her head up, peeking through squinted eyes.
"Hey." she whispered trying to sit up. Tyr gripped her arm and helped her.
"Good morning." He whispered back.
"Is it morning?" she grumbled, holding her head in her hands.
Tyr shrugged, "More than likely."
She gasped when she tried to open her eyes again. "Lights 1/8." The lights dimmed and she sighed with relief. She gave Tyr a sideways glance, "How long have you been up?"
"Not long." He mumbled, leaning forward.
"Oh." she trailed off. Her embarrassment at the situation was evident. Moaning, she stood up. Dots swarmed her vision and her stomach lurched. "Oh god," she mumbled before falling forward. Tyr reached out quickly and grabbed her by the waist. He pulled her close, not trusting his own stability.
"Thanks." Trance glanced up at him then straightened herself.
Tyr let go. He frowned at her continuing lack of balance. He grimaced as pain shot through his head. Never again was he going to have a drinking contest with her. Never.
"Does your head hurt as bad as mine does?" Trance mumbled the question as she moved to lean against a wall. Her stomach churned and she felt its contents rise up and into her throat. She quickly swallowed.
Tyr nodded his head slowly, "If not worse." He stumbled to his feet. "Andromeda! Time?" he called out.
"10:08am." The two flinched at Andromeda's loud voice.
"How come no one woke us?" Trance demanded calmly.
"I figured you'd want too keep last night to yourselves." She spoke softly, having realized their sensitivity to sound.
Trance smiled with relief and gratitude. "Thanks Andromeda."
"No problem." There was a pause. "I should inform you that we'll be in orbit of Essenti'al IV in an hour and eleven minutes."
"Understood," Tyr spoke, glancing at Trance.
Trance leaned more heavily on the wall. The one downside to drinking was now taking liberties with her senses. She looked at Tyr with a half smiled. It fell quickly when she saw the scowl on his face.
"We speak of this to no one, understood?" The tone in Tyr's voice left no room for argument.
Trance just rolled her eyes and sauntered out. "Whatever."
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TBC
Gimpy, Peace.
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"So, we're vacation bound?" Harper asked as he followed Rommie to command deck.
"For the forth time yes! We are all vacation bound!" Rommie grumbled. She sped up, trying to get away from him.
"Sweet!" He rubbed his hands together, thinking up fun things to do. It was then that he realized he'd never even heard of Essenti'al IV. "Rommie, wait up!" He tried to catch up with the avatar.
"Harper!" she grumbled.
"I'm not gonna ask again so don't get your relays in a bunch. I just wanna know what Essenti'al IV is like," he explained, walking along side her.
Rommie shrugged, "What do you want to know?"
"What's there to do, vacation wise?"
"I'm not really sure Harper. The planet's namely classified as a sanctuary." They walked into command together.
"A sanctuary?" He shrugged. "Cool," Harper walked over to the far wall. He removed a panel and placed it on the floor softly.
"Wait, sanctuary?" Beka's eyes widened. "As in lots of wild life and bad weather?"
Dylan chuckled, "All weather is bad to you but yeah it's a sanctuary."
"Yay," Beka mumbled sarcastically.
"What are you working on?" Dylan called over to Harper.
"Huh?" He glanced at Dylan than at the exposed circuitry. "Oh umm, I'm still looking for that phantom transmission of Rommie's."
"It's not a phantom transmission Harper. I detected it." Rommie argued.
"Down girl," he called with his head in the panel. Rommie glared.
"Oh, if looks could kill," Beka mused, snickering.
"Rommie, ETA?" Dylan asked.
"An estimated hour and 30 minutes," she informed him, not having to glance down at her console.
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Tyr glanced down at the sleeping woman leaning against his chest, his arm around her waist. Her chest rose and fell softly. He was amazed at how surreal she looked. How contrasting she was in peaceful sleep. The chip that had somehow firmly implanted itself onto her shoulder was nowhere to be seen.
Last night's events came back to him. He still couldn't quiet grasp how he had come to be in the situation at hand. One of the last things he could remember was Trance challenging him to drinking contest and winning. He blushed with shame at the memory of him passing out on the golden girl after only half a bottle.
Movement at his side nudged him back into reality. He watched as Trance stirred than snuggled deeper into his side. He rolled his eyes. Was she ever going to wake? He pondered pushing her off the bench and onto the floor. It'd be crude but effective. Trance moaned and Tyr watched as she opened then closed her eyes quickly. Groaning she tried to hide from the light. It was then that she realized that it wasn't her pillow she was hiding in. She stiffened and tilted her head up, peeking through squinted eyes.
"Hey." she whispered trying to sit up. Tyr gripped her arm and helped her.
"Good morning." He whispered back.
"Is it morning?" she grumbled, holding her head in her hands.
Tyr shrugged, "More than likely."
She gasped when she tried to open her eyes again. "Lights 1/8." The lights dimmed and she sighed with relief. She gave Tyr a sideways glance, "How long have you been up?"
"Not long." He mumbled, leaning forward.
"Oh." she trailed off. Her embarrassment at the situation was evident. Moaning, she stood up. Dots swarmed her vision and her stomach lurched. "Oh god," she mumbled before falling forward. Tyr reached out quickly and grabbed her by the waist. He pulled her close, not trusting his own stability.
"Thanks." Trance glanced up at him then straightened herself.
Tyr let go. He frowned at her continuing lack of balance. He grimaced as pain shot through his head. Never again was he going to have a drinking contest with her. Never.
"Does your head hurt as bad as mine does?" Trance mumbled the question as she moved to lean against a wall. Her stomach churned and she felt its contents rise up and into her throat. She quickly swallowed.
Tyr nodded his head slowly, "If not worse." He stumbled to his feet. "Andromeda! Time?" he called out.
"10:08am." The two flinched at Andromeda's loud voice.
"How come no one woke us?" Trance demanded calmly.
"I figured you'd want too keep last night to yourselves." She spoke softly, having realized their sensitivity to sound.
Trance smiled with relief and gratitude. "Thanks Andromeda."
"No problem." There was a pause. "I should inform you that we'll be in orbit of Essenti'al IV in an hour and eleven minutes."
"Understood," Tyr spoke, glancing at Trance.
Trance leaned more heavily on the wall. The one downside to drinking was now taking liberties with her senses. She looked at Tyr with a half smiled. It fell quickly when she saw the scowl on his face.
"We speak of this to no one, understood?" The tone in Tyr's voice left no room for argument.
Trance just rolled her eyes and sauntered out. "Whatever."
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TBC
Gimpy, Peace.