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Tell me you love me / never a quite day
The day was a quite one that in itself was worrying; no day on Andromeda was ever quite. Harper was in machine shop 17 a thumping noise could be heard outside, inside loud music was blaring, by some rare miracle Harper had no repairs to do so he was working on one of his pet projects, what it was he wasn't quite sure himself, just the product of his bored mind the equivalent of doodling for anyone else.
Beka was in her room on the Maru reading novels.
Trance was in hydroponics tending to her plants, something which she had long neglected in the future but was now getting back into it.
Tyr was surprise, surprise working out, keeping his body the perfect male specimen.
Dylan was using the opportunity to catch up on his paperwork, filing reports and all those other things he didn't have time to do or if he thought about it the inclination, those things he hated and left till he had a pile of flexi's so high it was overwhelming. Dylan picked up the next flexi despite the pile of flexi's which he'd already dealt with the pile that still needed his attention did not seemed to have shrunken in the slightest.
Dylan groaned but still continued to read the flexi in his hand it was a note from Harper who wanted to go to some science conference next week the request was already a week old Dylan was surprised Harper had not already enquired about it he knew how much the young man enjoyed these events. In fact he was surprised Harper had taken the time to fill out a request form as protocol rather than simply asking, impressed by this he added this thumb print authorising the leave.
Dylan carefully stacked the flexi on his complete pile and again contemplated the 'to do' pile this time he threw his head on the desk defeatedly, he the great high guard captain, was no match for the pile of never ending paperwork he got up and left to shot some hoops giving the paperwork one last seething glare before the doors closed behind him.
Andromeda the all seeing all knowing AI had of course seen her captains frustration; while Dylan was shooting hoops she sent her avatar to help Dylan with the never ending pile; there were of course something's that could be authorised only by the captain those she left in a neat pile the rest she worked on till the pile was considerably smaller and even she could take no more. Rommie left the captains office and contemplated what to do next. The choice however was taken out of her hands.
The ship rocked under an explosion, remember there was never a quite day here. Red alert claxons went off and Andromeda gave the order for all hands to report to command as Dylan head for command he wondered shouldn't he be the one to give that order? Another blast hit the ship, this one sent Dylan flying and then crashing head first into the wall were he slumped to the ground unconscious.
Beka rounded the corner and almost run straight into Dylan she bent to check his pulse relived when she felt its steady beat, she craned her neck to examine his inquiries but the ship rocked again, she stood and made her way to command. Dylan would not be happy if she let his ship get blown up, in fact neither would she since not only was she on it, but also almost everyone else she cared about including the ship itself.
Bursting though the doors to command Beka asked for a report while engaging evasive manovers. Tyr was second on command firing on the enemy ships before Beka had even acknowledged his presence "keep up the good work" she called over her shoulder just before Harper stumbled into command Trance a few paces behind him both quickly took up their posts.
"Anybody know who these guys are?" asked Beka; Trance answered "Their the Keldaran's, they like to shoot at anything that gets within firing range" "Great" muttered Beka under her breath. "Then lets get out of here. Harper, slipstreams down it could use a little of that magic of yours" "sure thing, Boss" Harper replied. "Hey.where's Dylan, shouldn't he kind of be here?" Harper asked noting his absence. "Dylan's been injured. Andromeda please have some bots take him to med deck." Trance went to leave "Trance I need you here for the moment, we cant help Dylan if were all dead. Help Tyr with tactical and weapons." Trance helped Tyr as ordered doing almost a good a job as Tyr himself, he was impressed.
"Harper, we need those engines now" Beka cried "I'm working on it!" was her response. Followed by a cry of "there done".
Beka engaged the drive and they were gone. "Trance are they likely to follow us?" she asked "No" came her reply "Keldaran's only fire on ships that drift into their firing range, their to lazy to actively seek out targets." "Good" replied Beka "Then please head down to med deck and nurse our stricken captain back to health." Trance not needing to be told twice was already half way out the doors.
With the crisis over everyone went back to what they were doing before except Harper who went to finish repairs from the attack and Trance who was of course in med deck tending to the injured captain.
Trance healed Dylan quickly as the damage was not that bad, and within half an hour Dylan was heading back to his office to file a report on the attack; Trance having filed him in on what happened. While part of him was angry for having missed the fight part of him was also proud that his crew could cope so well with out him.
When Dylan arrived at his office he stared at the desk in amazement the 'to do' pile seemed to have been halved maybe a break was all I needed he thought to himself the pile can not have been as bad as I thought. Refreshed Dylan quickly finished the task and once again order was restored to his desk the 'to do' pile nothing but a fading nightmare. He called a droid to deliver the final flexi's to the appropriate crewmembers. He also called Andromeda to tell Harper he could go to the conference as he would undoubtedly lose the flexi long before he read it.
Andromeda knowing her avatar had nothing better to do sent Rommie in person to tell Harper. Rommie gave Harper the good news, delighted at this he turned round and hugged her, she found herself reluctant to break the embrace in fact she felt compelled to move closer to Harper but resisted the weird urge confused, and instead stepped away.
Harper was still grinning and the look of Happiness on his face made Rommie smile too Harper looked so sweet and yet so sexy too. Wow were did that thought come from thought Rommie, then it hit her, she was in love with Harper, somehow the emotion had just crept up on her. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to kiss him and confess her feelings, but before she could act another thought hit her: the thought that he might not feel the same, sure he made seductive overtures to her all the time but he was like that with every women wasn't he? It was just his way.
Rommie noticed Harper staring at her oddly and realised she must have a weird expression on her face. "Rom Doll, are you ok?" he asked "I'm fine" she added before making her excuses and hurrying off. Harper was left wondering what had just happened that look on her face, the way she looked at him with. lust? Love? Longing? No it can't be he thought why would she want me? No I must be mistaken "Harper, your crazy" he told himself and went back to post battle repairs.
End of part 1
To be continued in part 2.
Tell me you love me / never a quite day
The day was a quite one that in itself was worrying; no day on Andromeda was ever quite. Harper was in machine shop 17 a thumping noise could be heard outside, inside loud music was blaring, by some rare miracle Harper had no repairs to do so he was working on one of his pet projects, what it was he wasn't quite sure himself, just the product of his bored mind the equivalent of doodling for anyone else.
Beka was in her room on the Maru reading novels.
Trance was in hydroponics tending to her plants, something which she had long neglected in the future but was now getting back into it.
Tyr was surprise, surprise working out, keeping his body the perfect male specimen.
Dylan was using the opportunity to catch up on his paperwork, filing reports and all those other things he didn't have time to do or if he thought about it the inclination, those things he hated and left till he had a pile of flexi's so high it was overwhelming. Dylan picked up the next flexi despite the pile of flexi's which he'd already dealt with the pile that still needed his attention did not seemed to have shrunken in the slightest.
Dylan groaned but still continued to read the flexi in his hand it was a note from Harper who wanted to go to some science conference next week the request was already a week old Dylan was surprised Harper had not already enquired about it he knew how much the young man enjoyed these events. In fact he was surprised Harper had taken the time to fill out a request form as protocol rather than simply asking, impressed by this he added this thumb print authorising the leave.
Dylan carefully stacked the flexi on his complete pile and again contemplated the 'to do' pile this time he threw his head on the desk defeatedly, he the great high guard captain, was no match for the pile of never ending paperwork he got up and left to shot some hoops giving the paperwork one last seething glare before the doors closed behind him.
Andromeda the all seeing all knowing AI had of course seen her captains frustration; while Dylan was shooting hoops she sent her avatar to help Dylan with the never ending pile; there were of course something's that could be authorised only by the captain those she left in a neat pile the rest she worked on till the pile was considerably smaller and even she could take no more. Rommie left the captains office and contemplated what to do next. The choice however was taken out of her hands.
The ship rocked under an explosion, remember there was never a quite day here. Red alert claxons went off and Andromeda gave the order for all hands to report to command as Dylan head for command he wondered shouldn't he be the one to give that order? Another blast hit the ship, this one sent Dylan flying and then crashing head first into the wall were he slumped to the ground unconscious.
Beka rounded the corner and almost run straight into Dylan she bent to check his pulse relived when she felt its steady beat, she craned her neck to examine his inquiries but the ship rocked again, she stood and made her way to command. Dylan would not be happy if she let his ship get blown up, in fact neither would she since not only was she on it, but also almost everyone else she cared about including the ship itself.
Bursting though the doors to command Beka asked for a report while engaging evasive manovers. Tyr was second on command firing on the enemy ships before Beka had even acknowledged his presence "keep up the good work" she called over her shoulder just before Harper stumbled into command Trance a few paces behind him both quickly took up their posts.
"Anybody know who these guys are?" asked Beka; Trance answered "Their the Keldaran's, they like to shoot at anything that gets within firing range" "Great" muttered Beka under her breath. "Then lets get out of here. Harper, slipstreams down it could use a little of that magic of yours" "sure thing, Boss" Harper replied. "Hey.where's Dylan, shouldn't he kind of be here?" Harper asked noting his absence. "Dylan's been injured. Andromeda please have some bots take him to med deck." Trance went to leave "Trance I need you here for the moment, we cant help Dylan if were all dead. Help Tyr with tactical and weapons." Trance helped Tyr as ordered doing almost a good a job as Tyr himself, he was impressed.
"Harper, we need those engines now" Beka cried "I'm working on it!" was her response. Followed by a cry of "there done".
Beka engaged the drive and they were gone. "Trance are they likely to follow us?" she asked "No" came her reply "Keldaran's only fire on ships that drift into their firing range, their to lazy to actively seek out targets." "Good" replied Beka "Then please head down to med deck and nurse our stricken captain back to health." Trance not needing to be told twice was already half way out the doors.
With the crisis over everyone went back to what they were doing before except Harper who went to finish repairs from the attack and Trance who was of course in med deck tending to the injured captain.
Trance healed Dylan quickly as the damage was not that bad, and within half an hour Dylan was heading back to his office to file a report on the attack; Trance having filed him in on what happened. While part of him was angry for having missed the fight part of him was also proud that his crew could cope so well with out him.
When Dylan arrived at his office he stared at the desk in amazement the 'to do' pile seemed to have been halved maybe a break was all I needed he thought to himself the pile can not have been as bad as I thought. Refreshed Dylan quickly finished the task and once again order was restored to his desk the 'to do' pile nothing but a fading nightmare. He called a droid to deliver the final flexi's to the appropriate crewmembers. He also called Andromeda to tell Harper he could go to the conference as he would undoubtedly lose the flexi long before he read it.
Andromeda knowing her avatar had nothing better to do sent Rommie in person to tell Harper. Rommie gave Harper the good news, delighted at this he turned round and hugged her, she found herself reluctant to break the embrace in fact she felt compelled to move closer to Harper but resisted the weird urge confused, and instead stepped away.
Harper was still grinning and the look of Happiness on his face made Rommie smile too Harper looked so sweet and yet so sexy too. Wow were did that thought come from thought Rommie, then it hit her, she was in love with Harper, somehow the emotion had just crept up on her. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to kiss him and confess her feelings, but before she could act another thought hit her: the thought that he might not feel the same, sure he made seductive overtures to her all the time but he was like that with every women wasn't he? It was just his way.
Rommie noticed Harper staring at her oddly and realised she must have a weird expression on her face. "Rom Doll, are you ok?" he asked "I'm fine" she added before making her excuses and hurrying off. Harper was left wondering what had just happened that look on her face, the way she looked at him with. lust? Love? Longing? No it can't be he thought why would she want me? No I must be mistaken "Harper, your crazy" he told himself and went back to post battle repairs.
End of part 1
To be continued in part 2.