Echoes of future past, part 17
Dylan leaned back in his chair, drained by what had turned into a very long day: not long after Bolivar had arrived with a fleet of ship's from over a dozen Nietzschean prides, a second fleet, this time numbering in the thousands, had arrived from San-Ska-Re. The Than commander had been a bit hesitant at allying himself with Nietzscheans, but had been talked round in the end.
After that, he had spent several hours going over Ryan's revised plan with the others, trying to turn it into something that might really work. This had not been helped by the coldness that existed between Beka and Tyr, even after Ryan and spoken to the two of them. But at lest they where talking again. After several hours of brainstorming they had all become tired, and Dylan had called it a night, telling them to come back the next day.
Rommie stood behind him and started to rub his shoulders, "You should try to relax Dylan: stress is not good for you." Dylan smiled, looking up at her, "If it's so bad for me, why is this the first time you've given me a neck-rub?" Rommie kissed him on the forehead, "Because this is the first time you've needed one since we started sleeping together: before now it would have been inappropriate." Dylan laughed, "Yet another advantage of being in a relationship. I'd offer to give you a neck rub, but I don't think it would work on you." Rommie smiled, "There are other things you could do." Dylan grinned, pulling her down on the chair arm, "Like what?"
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Dylan's arm reached out from under the sheets and swatted the alarm clock, sending it crashing to the floor, but not silencing it. His hand groped around the area below his bed until he found it and hit the snooze button. He looked at the screen, and then turned it the right way up. Could it really be morning already? He normally woke before the alarm went off: How much sleep had he gotten?
His ears picked up the sound of running water, and the feeling of fullness coming from his bladder increased ten-fold. He claimed out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. He opened the door and was hit by a wall of steam. He waved it out of the way with his hand before attempting to venture deeper into the room. His sleep-heavy eyes slowly brought things into focus, and he wondered for a second if he was still asleep and dreaming: Rommie stood in the shower, washing her hair. Dylan coughed gently, and, turning the water off, she looked round, "I was wondering when you where going to wake up."
Dylan smiled, "I didn't get a lot of sleep now did I." Rommie smiled, "Well you have no one to blame but yourself for that." Dylan tried to grin, but it turned into a yawn, "I didn't see you complaining." Rommie smiled, "Well get yourself sorted out: I thing I've found a way to take out the point- singularity cannon and get away again."
TBC
Dylan leaned back in his chair, drained by what had turned into a very long day: not long after Bolivar had arrived with a fleet of ship's from over a dozen Nietzschean prides, a second fleet, this time numbering in the thousands, had arrived from San-Ska-Re. The Than commander had been a bit hesitant at allying himself with Nietzscheans, but had been talked round in the end.
After that, he had spent several hours going over Ryan's revised plan with the others, trying to turn it into something that might really work. This had not been helped by the coldness that existed between Beka and Tyr, even after Ryan and spoken to the two of them. But at lest they where talking again. After several hours of brainstorming they had all become tired, and Dylan had called it a night, telling them to come back the next day.
Rommie stood behind him and started to rub his shoulders, "You should try to relax Dylan: stress is not good for you." Dylan smiled, looking up at her, "If it's so bad for me, why is this the first time you've given me a neck-rub?" Rommie kissed him on the forehead, "Because this is the first time you've needed one since we started sleeping together: before now it would have been inappropriate." Dylan laughed, "Yet another advantage of being in a relationship. I'd offer to give you a neck rub, but I don't think it would work on you." Rommie smiled, "There are other things you could do." Dylan grinned, pulling her down on the chair arm, "Like what?"
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Dylan's arm reached out from under the sheets and swatted the alarm clock, sending it crashing to the floor, but not silencing it. His hand groped around the area below his bed until he found it and hit the snooze button. He looked at the screen, and then turned it the right way up. Could it really be morning already? He normally woke before the alarm went off: How much sleep had he gotten?
His ears picked up the sound of running water, and the feeling of fullness coming from his bladder increased ten-fold. He claimed out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. He opened the door and was hit by a wall of steam. He waved it out of the way with his hand before attempting to venture deeper into the room. His sleep-heavy eyes slowly brought things into focus, and he wondered for a second if he was still asleep and dreaming: Rommie stood in the shower, washing her hair. Dylan coughed gently, and, turning the water off, she looked round, "I was wondering when you where going to wake up."
Dylan smiled, "I didn't get a lot of sleep now did I." Rommie smiled, "Well you have no one to blame but yourself for that." Dylan tried to grin, but it turned into a yawn, "I didn't see you complaining." Rommie smiled, "Well get yourself sorted out: I thing I've found a way to take out the point- singularity cannon and get away again."
TBC
