Disclaimer: Off to the merry first chapter you go.
Author's note: - so guess where I wrote the, yup that's right, geography. Amazing how looking through an exam paper will make you want to write an angst filled Harper fic ;)
MEGA thank you for all the wonderful comments, you guys and dolls are great :D
Chapter 6
Well, well, well, here I am in med deck. Again. I should just move my belongings here as I probably spend more time here than in my quarters.
Stupid tear. I should be use to this. I have after all been infested, electrocuted, fallen, been slammed against walls, beat up…Not only do I amaze other people with the numbers of times I've risked my neck, I amaze myself. Oh yeah, how could I forget the time I got brain fried and jeger…
My dataport. The amazing little piece of machinery that has allowed me to impress the socks off perseids, that is if they wear socks, if not, I impressed something off them. The little metallic disk that I persuaded Beka to allow me to get…ok so I made her sign a contract when we both got a little too drunk after a successful deal on the Maru, so sue me.
But I have never regretted getting it done, and no matter how Beak resisted before hand, I know she is glad I got it done as it opened up so many possibilities that a mud foot from Drago-Kazov Uber Land theme park like me could never have dreamt of.
And now it's going to kill me.
I know, I know, positive thinking! The glass is half full!
Bull shit. I know dataport technology; I know the ins and outs of it. I know that if it gets damaged as bad as Trance was trying not to say, it's near impossible to fix. And IF the patient does some how miraculously survive, they are most likely going to be left with worse brain damage than when they went in. To make it just the all the more cosier, if the damaged is not fixed then it continues to advance till one day you're brain dead. Nice way to go. Oh, and you're also left with a useless hunk of metal on your neck.
And to make this Disney story complete, there's my left leg. Oh look, there comes Harper, the guy with the dud dataport and the mangle leg! Already hard enough to get girls as it is.
So it's safe to say that I can kiss my surf board and hover board good bye. Probably my job as well, an engineer with a broken dataport and can't get around the ship isn't going to be much use.
AND to make this personal torture ten times worse they're probably going to cut off my supply of sparky cola as well…and I'm talking to myself. Well, nothing different there.
"Harper, just to let you know, the perseid ship has landed in the launch bay and should be here in a few minutes." Andromeda announces.
Oh look, my life just got better.
TBC
I know, it's even shorter than usual, don't kill me! ;) Probably won't get much updating done for a while what with higher exams and multiple viewings of the matrix reloaded ;) But I'll try getting a chapter here and there, but I won't have geography to write it in ;)