Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Andromeda characters and all the rest of
the standard disclaimer that you could find written better on other
stories. Haven't made it for profit so please don't sue.
Ghosts, nightmares and love.
~*~
They say beggars can't be choosy.
That all deepens on the choice.
Beka stepped out of the shower after finally being able to get her hair clean and getting rid of the smell. Sure it had taken almost an hour to get rid of them and the incessant feeling of dust, pollution and anything else that she believed covered her when she was on a planet, but it was worth it.
She was glad that one of the few things the Andromeda always had in great supply was fresh towels.
With a towel over her head trying to dry her hair, she was startled when she heard the voice.
"Do you feel better now?" the Holo Andromeda asked, materializing.
"Gees Rommie, could you knock or cough or something, before you appear like that." Beka stated after her fright.
"Sorry Beka. I'm just use to appearing in only Dylan or Harper's quarters and they're completely comfortable with it." She explained.
"It's OK. How's my washing going?" Beka asked wanting something to change into.
"I have some bad news on that front. I can't seem to get the stain or smell out." Andromeda replied feeling awkward that she hadn't been able to get the stain out. After all she had been able to clean anything her original crew including Dylan had thrown at her. Heck she'd even managed anything Harper had thrown her way, yet this stain stayed tough.
"What?"
"I'm sorry Beka it doesn't want to budge."
"So what, I'm going to have to walk around in a towel until Harper and your avatar come back."
"Well not unless you prefer it to the clothes one of my maintenance bots are bringing down."
"I thought we unloaded all the old crews clothing at Tarazed." Wondering what clothing she was talking about.
"We did, but I kept some dresses and uniforms for special occasions."
"You know I don't like dresses, especially pink frilly ones." Beka stated remembering the one time Rommie had made her wear a dress.
"That's why I'm spending down some uniforms and if they don't work I'm sure Harper won't mind if you borrowed some of his clothing while he's away." She restrained a cocky smile at her last suggestion.
"Not to offend either you or Harper, but most of the time both your styles aren't the best in the known worlds." Beka replied, the polite way of putting it would be to say Harper had a style of his own that truly did suit him and no one else. " I think I'd take Tyr up on his offer before trying to find something in Harper's closet."
" No offence taken. I'm a warship not a fashion designer. As for Harper's clothing I'd have to agree with you there."
~*~
No matter where you go bad pennies always turn up.
They stepped in and Rommie saw that her brief glance earlier was correct, it was a normal living room. Except for the fiber optic cameras hidden in the ceiling and one of the walls that were invisible to the human eye.
As Kay closed and locked the door, it was thicker than it should have been. Harper just continued to walk through the room towards the bedroom. Rommie didn't know what to think. In the back of her mind she wondered what Harper had gotten her into. But in the front of her mind she run escape scenarios and how long it would take to open the door.
Kay strode halfway across the room, then stopped and looked at Rommie. "Are you coming?"
Harper stuck his head back out of the bedroom. "Come on, the fun's back here."
Rommie started off again, but really not liking how things were going down. When she entered the bedroom she'd almost expected Harper to be on the bed, but instead had opened the closet and was stepping in. "Harper?" She asked making his name a question and raising her eyebrows.
"Oldest place to hind something. Well except under the bed. Speaking of which if you don't want to enter the closet I'm sure Kay wouldn't mind us using the bed." He waggled his eyebrows at her.
Kay shook her head, she knew he was nothing if not persistent and now at least there was this other woman that was the focus
She crossed her arms and looked disgusted. "HARPER! You know the chances of that don't you?"
Harper nodded. "There's an old Earth saying on these odds. 'Chances are piss poor and fuck all.'" He then raised his head and smiled. "But as Tyr drilled into me, 'Where there's life, there's hope.'"
"I'll have to talk to Tyr about teaching you things. Let's just get on with it." She took a few steps and was standing in the closet with Harper.
"Seeya on the way out." Kay said as she closed the doors.
As they stood there in the quite darkness Harper in little more than a whisper. "Hey Rom-doll this reminds me of an old earth game."
Rommie was about to reply when the back wall opened up. She turned to the opening and was amazed the place was huge. The first area was a bar, dimly lit, yet at least two stories high and very large. There was music blaring through speakers making it hard to hear anyone not too close if they were quite.
The bar was packed and the booths around the sides and on the second floor that were darker and were even more packed.
To the other side there was tables with small items and usual items you find at a market, but also computers that she assumed you could put your order on.
It was the next thing that truly amazed her and she made her assumption about the computers on. Behind the bar through two very big and solid doors was stores and stores of creates. Big ones, small ones, as far as she could see, and from the writing she could see parts for everything. There were even ships visible in there.
"Welcome to Smugglers Sale Yards. Best place in 50 systems to get parts. Just as long as you don't mind if they fell off the back of a landing pod." Harper gave a smile that he knew it was illegal but it was so good. "Come on, we'll check at the bar on who we should speak to."
Harper moved off like a kid in a candy store and Rommie quickly stepped into line with him. She could under stand his enthusiasm, after all this place contained two of his favorite things. Alcohol and things to tinker with.
They had past the first few darkened booths when it happened.
The whir of Gauss Guns coming to life. Both turned and saw 5 big men and a Nightsider standing there, all armed.
"Well Mr. Harper so good to see you again." Smiled the Nightsider.
"Gerentex." Harper replied bitterly. Gerentex's smile that looked more like a snarl grew bigger.
Rommie caught sight of Harper out of the corner of her eye and waited for his signal.
"Now." Harper said as he dived under a table for cover, while simultaneously pulling his gauss gun and firing. He managed to hit one while diving.
Rommie spun around and down to a crouching position while flicking out her Force Lance from behind her back and firing at the enemy.
The 4 flunkies left and Gerentex all dived for cover as well. All trying to return fire at their targets through the in coming bullets.
Everyone else in the bar took cover as well, in a quickness that suggested that they were not unaccustomed to fire fights. That was with the exception of a few pissed patrons who were too blind to know what was going on.
Rommie managed to hit one of the goons, but the rest were too well covered for her to get a good shot at from her position.
Harper and Gerentex were now trading shots with each other, leaving the rest to fight it out amongst themselves. 'Man, why don't any of my trips go nice and according to plan.' He thought.
Out of the corner of his eye Harper saw one of the flunkies moving into a position that would give him a clear shot at Harper. Knowing he didn't have much time and no chance of hiding from both of them, he did the one thing he could think of.
He dived straight at Gerentex firing. It might have looked and sounded insane but it put Gerentex in the goon's line of fire.
Gerentex dived to the side to get out of the way of the crazy mudfoot, but twisted to get try and get a shot at his attacker.
The next thing anyone knew Harper and Gerentex each had their guns pointed at the other's head.
"Hold your fire, or Rat Features gets it." Harper yelled to the to the remaining goons.
"In case you didn't realize Monkey brains, I have a gun to your head as well." Gerentex replied, giving a nasty look and getting one back.
"Hum. Do you feel something familiar going on here?"
~~ I hope you like it. I have planed for Gerentex to be in it for a few more chapters and maybe some other old charters as well, please tell me what you think.
Ghosts, nightmares and love.
~*~
They say beggars can't be choosy.
That all deepens on the choice.
Beka stepped out of the shower after finally being able to get her hair clean and getting rid of the smell. Sure it had taken almost an hour to get rid of them and the incessant feeling of dust, pollution and anything else that she believed covered her when she was on a planet, but it was worth it.
She was glad that one of the few things the Andromeda always had in great supply was fresh towels.
With a towel over her head trying to dry her hair, she was startled when she heard the voice.
"Do you feel better now?" the Holo Andromeda asked, materializing.
"Gees Rommie, could you knock or cough or something, before you appear like that." Beka stated after her fright.
"Sorry Beka. I'm just use to appearing in only Dylan or Harper's quarters and they're completely comfortable with it." She explained.
"It's OK. How's my washing going?" Beka asked wanting something to change into.
"I have some bad news on that front. I can't seem to get the stain or smell out." Andromeda replied feeling awkward that she hadn't been able to get the stain out. After all she had been able to clean anything her original crew including Dylan had thrown at her. Heck she'd even managed anything Harper had thrown her way, yet this stain stayed tough.
"What?"
"I'm sorry Beka it doesn't want to budge."
"So what, I'm going to have to walk around in a towel until Harper and your avatar come back."
"Well not unless you prefer it to the clothes one of my maintenance bots are bringing down."
"I thought we unloaded all the old crews clothing at Tarazed." Wondering what clothing she was talking about.
"We did, but I kept some dresses and uniforms for special occasions."
"You know I don't like dresses, especially pink frilly ones." Beka stated remembering the one time Rommie had made her wear a dress.
"That's why I'm spending down some uniforms and if they don't work I'm sure Harper won't mind if you borrowed some of his clothing while he's away." She restrained a cocky smile at her last suggestion.
"Not to offend either you or Harper, but most of the time both your styles aren't the best in the known worlds." Beka replied, the polite way of putting it would be to say Harper had a style of his own that truly did suit him and no one else. " I think I'd take Tyr up on his offer before trying to find something in Harper's closet."
" No offence taken. I'm a warship not a fashion designer. As for Harper's clothing I'd have to agree with you there."
~*~
No matter where you go bad pennies always turn up.
They stepped in and Rommie saw that her brief glance earlier was correct, it was a normal living room. Except for the fiber optic cameras hidden in the ceiling and one of the walls that were invisible to the human eye.
As Kay closed and locked the door, it was thicker than it should have been. Harper just continued to walk through the room towards the bedroom. Rommie didn't know what to think. In the back of her mind she wondered what Harper had gotten her into. But in the front of her mind she run escape scenarios and how long it would take to open the door.
Kay strode halfway across the room, then stopped and looked at Rommie. "Are you coming?"
Harper stuck his head back out of the bedroom. "Come on, the fun's back here."
Rommie started off again, but really not liking how things were going down. When she entered the bedroom she'd almost expected Harper to be on the bed, but instead had opened the closet and was stepping in. "Harper?" She asked making his name a question and raising her eyebrows.
"Oldest place to hind something. Well except under the bed. Speaking of which if you don't want to enter the closet I'm sure Kay wouldn't mind us using the bed." He waggled his eyebrows at her.
Kay shook her head, she knew he was nothing if not persistent and now at least there was this other woman that was the focus
She crossed her arms and looked disgusted. "HARPER! You know the chances of that don't you?"
Harper nodded. "There's an old Earth saying on these odds. 'Chances are piss poor and fuck all.'" He then raised his head and smiled. "But as Tyr drilled into me, 'Where there's life, there's hope.'"
"I'll have to talk to Tyr about teaching you things. Let's just get on with it." She took a few steps and was standing in the closet with Harper.
"Seeya on the way out." Kay said as she closed the doors.
As they stood there in the quite darkness Harper in little more than a whisper. "Hey Rom-doll this reminds me of an old earth game."
Rommie was about to reply when the back wall opened up. She turned to the opening and was amazed the place was huge. The first area was a bar, dimly lit, yet at least two stories high and very large. There was music blaring through speakers making it hard to hear anyone not too close if they were quite.
The bar was packed and the booths around the sides and on the second floor that were darker and were even more packed.
To the other side there was tables with small items and usual items you find at a market, but also computers that she assumed you could put your order on.
It was the next thing that truly amazed her and she made her assumption about the computers on. Behind the bar through two very big and solid doors was stores and stores of creates. Big ones, small ones, as far as she could see, and from the writing she could see parts for everything. There were even ships visible in there.
"Welcome to Smugglers Sale Yards. Best place in 50 systems to get parts. Just as long as you don't mind if they fell off the back of a landing pod." Harper gave a smile that he knew it was illegal but it was so good. "Come on, we'll check at the bar on who we should speak to."
Harper moved off like a kid in a candy store and Rommie quickly stepped into line with him. She could under stand his enthusiasm, after all this place contained two of his favorite things. Alcohol and things to tinker with.
They had past the first few darkened booths when it happened.
The whir of Gauss Guns coming to life. Both turned and saw 5 big men and a Nightsider standing there, all armed.
"Well Mr. Harper so good to see you again." Smiled the Nightsider.
"Gerentex." Harper replied bitterly. Gerentex's smile that looked more like a snarl grew bigger.
Rommie caught sight of Harper out of the corner of her eye and waited for his signal.
"Now." Harper said as he dived under a table for cover, while simultaneously pulling his gauss gun and firing. He managed to hit one while diving.
Rommie spun around and down to a crouching position while flicking out her Force Lance from behind her back and firing at the enemy.
The 4 flunkies left and Gerentex all dived for cover as well. All trying to return fire at their targets through the in coming bullets.
Everyone else in the bar took cover as well, in a quickness that suggested that they were not unaccustomed to fire fights. That was with the exception of a few pissed patrons who were too blind to know what was going on.
Rommie managed to hit one of the goons, but the rest were too well covered for her to get a good shot at from her position.
Harper and Gerentex were now trading shots with each other, leaving the rest to fight it out amongst themselves. 'Man, why don't any of my trips go nice and according to plan.' He thought.
Out of the corner of his eye Harper saw one of the flunkies moving into a position that would give him a clear shot at Harper. Knowing he didn't have much time and no chance of hiding from both of them, he did the one thing he could think of.
He dived straight at Gerentex firing. It might have looked and sounded insane but it put Gerentex in the goon's line of fire.
Gerentex dived to the side to get out of the way of the crazy mudfoot, but twisted to get try and get a shot at his attacker.
The next thing anyone knew Harper and Gerentex each had their guns pointed at the other's head.
"Hold your fire, or Rat Features gets it." Harper yelled to the to the remaining goons.
"In case you didn't realize Monkey brains, I have a gun to your head as well." Gerentex replied, giving a nasty look and getting one back.
"Hum. Do you feel something familiar going on here?"
~~ I hope you like it. I have planed for Gerentex to be in it for a few more chapters and maybe some other old charters as well, please tell me what you think.
