"If you have trouble remembering who you are, you might have Trance check
you for a light amnesia.", Dylan looked worried for a short second before
noticing Rommie's smile. Dylan's response came after a few moments "I feel
I've let you down since...", looking in her eyes "Rommie, I want you to
know, I am your heart. It's been some time but, I always will be.". As if
Dylan timed it, the massive doors to command slid open in front of the two.
Rommie stood back as Dylan stepped into command. It wasn't the answer she
expected, but she had been puzzled by the way Dylan behaved lately.
Dylan walked over to the captains station and Rommie followed. "Oh, no. C'mon, I thought you two were starting to lighten up", Beka said noting the uniforms as she turned to fill Dylan in. He ignored her last statement "So how's the battle going?". "Am yes Dylan", that brought her back to what she originally wanted to tell him, "the Wrath of Achilles is heavily damaged and we've lost the Twelve Centuries". Rommie gasped unwillingly, Dylan looked down at her and quickly wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "However, the good news is that the worldship retreated, the Twelve Centuries dropped her slipstream drive onto that thing just before she was destroyed.". At Dylan's relieved expression Tyr said "What's wrong with the ship?". Dylan was searching for words as Rommie answered "The captain noticed a malfunction in Nova Containment, we were half finished as Beka called". "Hey Boss, why didn't you just tell me? I'll have the problem sorted out in no time." Harper called from the opposite end of command. Rommie looked up at Dylan hoping he'd take on where she left. "Um, Mr. Harper." the words were spread out long and the pauses between them even longer giving himself time to think. "back in the old days, Nova weapons were strictly between a captain and his ship." Dylan's uncomfortable look didn't help in making his words sound convincing. Considering, Harper didn't respond. Dylan stepped away from his station and headed towards the hatch. "I'm going to finish those repairs". As he headed down the corridors again he relieved to get away from them like that, but wished he could comfort Rommie, she'd already lost too many friends.
Rommie felt guilt, her gaze was fixed on the screen ahead of her but she felt her blank expression behind that. She just hoped nobody would notice. If she had been more persistent, she could have argued Dylan into fighting, she could have saved the Twelve Centuries. Rommie just wanted to get away from the people gathered in command - her family, but at the moment she felt like being alone. "I'll go over the reports in my quarters" Rommie said excusing herself.
Leaving command she plodded through the corridors. After entering her quarters she sacked down on the sofa, pulling her feet up to her. Rommie didn't want to think of anything, but thoughts of the Twelve Centuries didn't give her the peace she aspired, and memories of ships she'd seen destroyed were present. The Tenfold Path, the Renewed Valour, the Pax and Gabriel. The last memory hit her like a missile. Rommie curled up on the sofa fighting the tears and the moment itself.
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Dylan walked over to the captains station and Rommie followed. "Oh, no. C'mon, I thought you two were starting to lighten up", Beka said noting the uniforms as she turned to fill Dylan in. He ignored her last statement "So how's the battle going?". "Am yes Dylan", that brought her back to what she originally wanted to tell him, "the Wrath of Achilles is heavily damaged and we've lost the Twelve Centuries". Rommie gasped unwillingly, Dylan looked down at her and quickly wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "However, the good news is that the worldship retreated, the Twelve Centuries dropped her slipstream drive onto that thing just before she was destroyed.". At Dylan's relieved expression Tyr said "What's wrong with the ship?". Dylan was searching for words as Rommie answered "The captain noticed a malfunction in Nova Containment, we were half finished as Beka called". "Hey Boss, why didn't you just tell me? I'll have the problem sorted out in no time." Harper called from the opposite end of command. Rommie looked up at Dylan hoping he'd take on where she left. "Um, Mr. Harper." the words were spread out long and the pauses between them even longer giving himself time to think. "back in the old days, Nova weapons were strictly between a captain and his ship." Dylan's uncomfortable look didn't help in making his words sound convincing. Considering, Harper didn't respond. Dylan stepped away from his station and headed towards the hatch. "I'm going to finish those repairs". As he headed down the corridors again he relieved to get away from them like that, but wished he could comfort Rommie, she'd already lost too many friends.
Rommie felt guilt, her gaze was fixed on the screen ahead of her but she felt her blank expression behind that. She just hoped nobody would notice. If she had been more persistent, she could have argued Dylan into fighting, she could have saved the Twelve Centuries. Rommie just wanted to get away from the people gathered in command - her family, but at the moment she felt like being alone. "I'll go over the reports in my quarters" Rommie said excusing herself.
Leaving command she plodded through the corridors. After entering her quarters she sacked down on the sofa, pulling her feet up to her. Rommie didn't want to think of anything, but thoughts of the Twelve Centuries didn't give her the peace she aspired, and memories of ships she'd seen destroyed were present. The Tenfold Path, the Renewed Valour, the Pax and Gabriel. The last memory hit her like a missile. Rommie curled up on the sofa fighting the tears and the moment itself.
TBC