"Why did you bring her on my ship without telling me?"
"I uh...didn't mean to have her stay long"
"Did the nebula aliens ask you to bring her?"
"Yeah"
"Why?"
"Look, boss, do I ask you about every private conversation you have? No! I don't think so"
"This is different, you are bringing someone on my ship, who hasn't been cleared and could pose a threat"
"She's not a threat! Just don't give her any weapons"
"Harper, why is she here?" Dylan was getting impatient.
"I'm not telling. Look, the sooner I can work with her, the sooner she can leave"
Dylan just sighed.
"Look, Dylan, you are always asking us to trust you. How about returning the favor, huh?"
"I need to know who she is and why she is on my ship"
"I'll tell ya why? Cause I transported her here"
Dylan just sighed again.
"Come on Dylan, she'll be gone before ya know it."
"I demand answers, Harper"
"Whatever!" he replied with annoyance, and left his office.
"Harper! We're not done with our talk!"
As soon as he left, HoloAndromeda appeared.
"I could prevent him from seeing the prisoner if you want" she said.
"It's okay. I'll get my information in other ways."
The next day, Molly came to visit.
"I thought they broke up" Harper remarked to Beka, as they were walking down the hall, side by side. "How come I didn't find out until today that she was coming?"
"Well, they rekindled their passion over mail" Beka responded "You should get out of the machine shop more often."
As it turned out, Molly would be taking some time off to be with Dylan. Meanwhile, Harper was busily trying to get the Romulan woman to cooperate with him, but to no avail. However, there were repairs to be made.
One day his shift had ended a while ago and he decided to relax by drinking some beer at the mess hall, when Molly came to join him.
"Hey what's up?" he asked her.
"Not much" she seemed serious.
"Something wrong?"
"Dylan and I.. are fighting a bit"
"Well there is that generational difference" Harper joked, trying to cheer her up. "He is old enough to be your ancestor."
Molly just laughed.
"I know!" Harper had an idea let's combine two of my favorite activates: Yoshidoedoe, and drinking."
"Sounds good. Does the loser or winner of a round do the drinking?"
"The loser"
So, they played, with Harper winning some and Molly winning some. Soon, they were both rather drunk.
"I'm gonna go get some caffeine, as I have work to do soon"
So, she got up, but she, in drunken clumsiness on her way to get caffeine, landed in Harper's lap, and in that moment when she was kissing Harper on the mouth, Dylan came in and saw them.
"What the hell??" Dylan demanded and Molly jumped off Harper's lap, like a cat who just heard a horn go off near its ear.
"Dylan.. I can explain" Molly was feeling very guilty, and got sobered up fast.
"Save it!"
"It's not what it looks like.....!" Harper exclaimed.
" Enough!" Dylan exclaimed. "So, did the Nebula aliens tell you to do this? Uh?"
"Come on Dylan..." Harper was trying to put a word in edge wise.
Dylan just put on his blank face and starting to walk away.
Molly chased after him, but then stopped as she remembered that it would be better if Dylan had time alone.
Feeling awkward, they both made excuses and went their separate ways. An hour later, Harper decided to go see Dylan to get things straight. He did not want him to think of him as someone who would betray Dylan.
"Andromeda, where's Dylan?"
"In his quarters with my avatar. I don't think that he wants to talk with you right now"
"He will when he hears what I have to say."
So, he contacted Dylan when he was in front of the latter's room.
"Dylan I need to talk to you"
There was no answer.
"Come on Dylan, don't be like that"
"Dylan?? Dylan??? Come on. Are you listening?" He knew that he had cut of the comm, so he quickly fixed it, so not even Rommie could cut it.
"Dylan?? Come on! I'm not leaving until you let me explain." Harper knew now that Dylan was ignoring him. "If you don't answer me, I'm gonna sing!"
"Enough!" Dylan exclaimed with great force and anger. "Say what you have to say, and leave!"
"Look, it was an accident. Molly was trying to get some caffeine, and fell into my lap, cause we both had a little too much to drink"
"You expect me to believe that?" Dylan asked angrily over the comm. He had only listened to what Harper had to say because he wanted to get rid of him..
"Yeah. Come one Dylan, I may be a babe-addict, but I would never take babe of a friend"
Dylan did not answer.
"Dylan?? Come on!"
"I have things to attend to. We'll talk later" Dylan answered
Suddenly, Andromeda said, "Dylan, there is a call for you,"
"Put it in my quarters."
So, Harper, disappointed that he could not convince Dylan, decided to go back to the machine shop, when, he was in the white room.
"The mission with the two worlds must be put on hold" the Dylan prophet said.
"Why?"
"We have our reasons" Trance prophet answered cryptically.
"What about the pointy eared babe?" Harper wished that she and he could make a 'cosmic connection'
"Leave her where she is" it was the Dylan prophet again, commanding him to do this.
"But Dylan is not going to agree to her being there"
"The Harper must keep her here for as long as necessary" it was now the Rommie prophet talking.
"Let me guess" Harper was starting to more or less get the pattern of the nebula aliens. "You have another mission for me" he said sighing.
"The Harper must teach others" it was the Rommie prophet again.
"I can't teach!"
"The Harper must teach others by writing a book"
"A book?? I'm an engineer, not an author.
"The Harper's life can be a source of wisdom" said the Trance prophet
"Not many would agree with you there" Harper replied.
"We request that the Harper write an autobiography" remarked the Dylan prophet.
"No one's gonna read it!"
"Books, especially, holo-books make money" it was the Beka prophet appearing for the first time that day.
"I know, but mine wouldn't, unless maybe you guys had mind controlling powers"
"The Harper's book will not require mind control." it was the Rommie prophet again.
Harper did not like the idea of writing a book, as his skill lay with technical matters.
While he did, for a time have plans to do a video autobiography, especially when he made his device to destroy all those Nietzchean ships at Witchhead Nebula, he never meant to write a book, especially, about his life on Earth; to do this would mean resurfacing painful memories.
"Look, guys, I don't want to write a book about my life, okay?"
"If the Harper writes and makes money off a book regarding his slavery, it will be a blow against his slavers" Said the Trance prophet. "And it will show the injustices of Nietzchean slavery"
Harper thought about this and couldn't help but agree with this. He may not agree with the teaching side of things, but he liked what the Trance prophet said.
After what seemed like seconds later, he was back at the ship, and went to his quarters to think about what the Trance prophet said. The idea of making money
Two days of thinking later, Harper thought that he'd give it a try. It would not be easy, but he would write about his time on Earth on part of his autobiography.
So, he started to make some attempts.
"Once upon a time..." he started, then erased on the flexi. Sighing, he tried to think of a way to begin his autobiography.
"It was yet another sucky winter on Earth the day that Seamus Zelasny Harper was born...." This beginning seemed to show some promise, in Harper's eyes.
After several attempts to fix the first passable,beginning sentence he had, he came up with something decent, and from there writing about his childhood, and stop before he would have to write about his parents' death. So, after a cursory look at what he wrote, he felt good and went to see Tyr the next day.
"Hey Tyr!" he said as he saw the man pumping iron in one of the ship's exercise rooms. He was laying down lifting two relatively small dumb bells.
"What is it boy?" Tyr did not like to be interupted, as he was in a middle of a set.
"I decided to write my autobiography and I would like you to help me with it"
"Boy, I have better things to do than to help you in your exercise in vanity" He was still slowing moving his arms and the dumbells at the same pace he was before Harper came in.
"This from the guy who works out at all hours?" Harper had a copy of the first chatper, in a flexi.
"Why don't you ask Dylan?" Tyr asked facetiously.
"You know why"
"It's never good to go after the mate of a leader, whose good graces you are ataining to obtain"
"Come on Tyr, she's the one who kissed me!"
"Oh yes" Tyr said, with a smile "Both of you were intoxicated, and she just accidentally fell and kissed you"
"I would never do that to Dylan!" Harper was getting indignant"
"Frankly I am not concerned" Tyr said matter-of-factly.
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"I uh...didn't mean to have her stay long"
"Did the nebula aliens ask you to bring her?"
"Yeah"
"Why?"
"Look, boss, do I ask you about every private conversation you have? No! I don't think so"
"This is different, you are bringing someone on my ship, who hasn't been cleared and could pose a threat"
"She's not a threat! Just don't give her any weapons"
"Harper, why is she here?" Dylan was getting impatient.
"I'm not telling. Look, the sooner I can work with her, the sooner she can leave"
Dylan just sighed.
"Look, Dylan, you are always asking us to trust you. How about returning the favor, huh?"
"I need to know who she is and why she is on my ship"
"I'll tell ya why? Cause I transported her here"
Dylan just sighed again.
"Come on Dylan, she'll be gone before ya know it."
"I demand answers, Harper"
"Whatever!" he replied with annoyance, and left his office.
"Harper! We're not done with our talk!"
As soon as he left, HoloAndromeda appeared.
"I could prevent him from seeing the prisoner if you want" she said.
"It's okay. I'll get my information in other ways."
The next day, Molly came to visit.
"I thought they broke up" Harper remarked to Beka, as they were walking down the hall, side by side. "How come I didn't find out until today that she was coming?"
"Well, they rekindled their passion over mail" Beka responded "You should get out of the machine shop more often."
As it turned out, Molly would be taking some time off to be with Dylan. Meanwhile, Harper was busily trying to get the Romulan woman to cooperate with him, but to no avail. However, there were repairs to be made.
One day his shift had ended a while ago and he decided to relax by drinking some beer at the mess hall, when Molly came to join him.
"Hey what's up?" he asked her.
"Not much" she seemed serious.
"Something wrong?"
"Dylan and I.. are fighting a bit"
"Well there is that generational difference" Harper joked, trying to cheer her up. "He is old enough to be your ancestor."
Molly just laughed.
"I know!" Harper had an idea let's combine two of my favorite activates: Yoshidoedoe, and drinking."
"Sounds good. Does the loser or winner of a round do the drinking?"
"The loser"
So, they played, with Harper winning some and Molly winning some. Soon, they were both rather drunk.
"I'm gonna go get some caffeine, as I have work to do soon"
So, she got up, but she, in drunken clumsiness on her way to get caffeine, landed in Harper's lap, and in that moment when she was kissing Harper on the mouth, Dylan came in and saw them.
"What the hell??" Dylan demanded and Molly jumped off Harper's lap, like a cat who just heard a horn go off near its ear.
"Dylan.. I can explain" Molly was feeling very guilty, and got sobered up fast.
"Save it!"
"It's not what it looks like.....!" Harper exclaimed.
" Enough!" Dylan exclaimed. "So, did the Nebula aliens tell you to do this? Uh?"
"Come on Dylan..." Harper was trying to put a word in edge wise.
Dylan just put on his blank face and starting to walk away.
Molly chased after him, but then stopped as she remembered that it would be better if Dylan had time alone.
Feeling awkward, they both made excuses and went their separate ways. An hour later, Harper decided to go see Dylan to get things straight. He did not want him to think of him as someone who would betray Dylan.
"Andromeda, where's Dylan?"
"In his quarters with my avatar. I don't think that he wants to talk with you right now"
"He will when he hears what I have to say."
So, he contacted Dylan when he was in front of the latter's room.
"Dylan I need to talk to you"
There was no answer.
"Come on Dylan, don't be like that"
"Dylan?? Dylan??? Come on. Are you listening?" He knew that he had cut of the comm, so he quickly fixed it, so not even Rommie could cut it.
"Dylan?? Come on! I'm not leaving until you let me explain." Harper knew now that Dylan was ignoring him. "If you don't answer me, I'm gonna sing!"
"Enough!" Dylan exclaimed with great force and anger. "Say what you have to say, and leave!"
"Look, it was an accident. Molly was trying to get some caffeine, and fell into my lap, cause we both had a little too much to drink"
"You expect me to believe that?" Dylan asked angrily over the comm. He had only listened to what Harper had to say because he wanted to get rid of him..
"Yeah. Come one Dylan, I may be a babe-addict, but I would never take babe of a friend"
Dylan did not answer.
"Dylan?? Come on!"
"I have things to attend to. We'll talk later" Dylan answered
Suddenly, Andromeda said, "Dylan, there is a call for you,"
"Put it in my quarters."
So, Harper, disappointed that he could not convince Dylan, decided to go back to the machine shop, when, he was in the white room.
"The mission with the two worlds must be put on hold" the Dylan prophet said.
"Why?"
"We have our reasons" Trance prophet answered cryptically.
"What about the pointy eared babe?" Harper wished that she and he could make a 'cosmic connection'
"Leave her where she is" it was the Dylan prophet again, commanding him to do this.
"But Dylan is not going to agree to her being there"
"The Harper must keep her here for as long as necessary" it was now the Rommie prophet talking.
"Let me guess" Harper was starting to more or less get the pattern of the nebula aliens. "You have another mission for me" he said sighing.
"The Harper must teach others" it was the Rommie prophet again.
"I can't teach!"
"The Harper must teach others by writing a book"
"A book?? I'm an engineer, not an author.
"The Harper's life can be a source of wisdom" said the Trance prophet
"Not many would agree with you there" Harper replied.
"We request that the Harper write an autobiography" remarked the Dylan prophet.
"No one's gonna read it!"
"Books, especially, holo-books make money" it was the Beka prophet appearing for the first time that day.
"I know, but mine wouldn't, unless maybe you guys had mind controlling powers"
"The Harper's book will not require mind control." it was the Rommie prophet again.
Harper did not like the idea of writing a book, as his skill lay with technical matters.
While he did, for a time have plans to do a video autobiography, especially when he made his device to destroy all those Nietzchean ships at Witchhead Nebula, he never meant to write a book, especially, about his life on Earth; to do this would mean resurfacing painful memories.
"Look, guys, I don't want to write a book about my life, okay?"
"If the Harper writes and makes money off a book regarding his slavery, it will be a blow against his slavers" Said the Trance prophet. "And it will show the injustices of Nietzchean slavery"
Harper thought about this and couldn't help but agree with this. He may not agree with the teaching side of things, but he liked what the Trance prophet said.
After what seemed like seconds later, he was back at the ship, and went to his quarters to think about what the Trance prophet said. The idea of making money
Two days of thinking later, Harper thought that he'd give it a try. It would not be easy, but he would write about his time on Earth on part of his autobiography.
So, he started to make some attempts.
"Once upon a time..." he started, then erased on the flexi. Sighing, he tried to think of a way to begin his autobiography.
"It was yet another sucky winter on Earth the day that Seamus Zelasny Harper was born...." This beginning seemed to show some promise, in Harper's eyes.
After several attempts to fix the first passable,beginning sentence he had, he came up with something decent, and from there writing about his childhood, and stop before he would have to write about his parents' death. So, after a cursory look at what he wrote, he felt good and went to see Tyr the next day.
"Hey Tyr!" he said as he saw the man pumping iron in one of the ship's exercise rooms. He was laying down lifting two relatively small dumb bells.
"What is it boy?" Tyr did not like to be interupted, as he was in a middle of a set.
"I decided to write my autobiography and I would like you to help me with it"
"Boy, I have better things to do than to help you in your exercise in vanity" He was still slowing moving his arms and the dumbells at the same pace he was before Harper came in.
"This from the guy who works out at all hours?" Harper had a copy of the first chatper, in a flexi.
"Why don't you ask Dylan?" Tyr asked facetiously.
"You know why"
"It's never good to go after the mate of a leader, whose good graces you are ataining to obtain"
"Come on Tyr, she's the one who kissed me!"
"Oh yes" Tyr said, with a smile "Both of you were intoxicated, and she just accidentally fell and kissed you"
"I would never do that to Dylan!" Harper was getting indignant"
"Frankly I am not concerned" Tyr said matter-of-factly.
TBC