Please don't let this be 11 - Reasons and resurrections
A/N: I only got one review for the last chapter didn't you guys like it (, still I'm not deterred on I go. But, seriously I would like to hear what you think of my next story idea, which I put at the end of the last chapter.
Trance sat in her room on Andromeda, they were safe now she told herself, but still she felt uneasy, and visions of Dylan's death assaulted her mind. Her gift to see futures was still lost to her, she was too confused to make sense of anything; she saw Dylan die the images were still on instant replay in her mind, and she couldn't stop them even seeing Dylan alive and well would not stop the images.
The thought stuck her that if Dylan really was dead who was wearing his face? Could it really be that he wasn't dead? She wanted to believe that but she had seen how sick Dylan was before they took him away even Rommie had said he would die soon without treatment; that with the images see saw of him lying unmoving on the floor made a convincing picture.
Thinking of Rommie brought fresh tears to her eyes, this future was turning out worse than her last and this time there was nothing she could do to stop it. So Trance did the only thing that she could think of, she cried, the tears streaming on endlessly.
Andromeda could see Trance crying on her sensors and she wanted to help to say something comforting, but she could think of no comfort, she to wanted to cry herself, but she didn't even have that luxury in his form, only her avatar could do that. Andromeda felt a coolant pipe explode, but she didn't care any more, part of her was already absent and broken what did another matter.
Beka after having filled her stomach in the kitchen, went to her quarters and sat on her bed the doors swished closed behind her and suddenly she started to panic she could feel her heart racing, she didn't want to be here it was too small "Andromeda open the doors" she called desperate, but there was now response and the doors remained closed. Panicked Beka huddled on her bed and pulled her knees to her chest "please open the doors" she pleaded, but the doors stayed closed. Suddenly she found herself bolting for the door, her legs moving of there own accord, and breathing a sigh of relief when the doors swished open and permitted her access to the ships lengthy and spacious corridors.
So Beka wandered around the ships corridors exhausted, but unwilling to go back to her room.
Tyr had spent over two hours working out but it had done nothing to stop calm his mind so instead he decided to go for a run. While on his third lap of the ship he ran into Beka who was still wandering around he acknowledged her but continued on his run. On his Tenth lap of the ship Tyr was beginning to tire he decided his quarters would be his final destination, on his way there he bumped into Beka again this time he stopped had she been walking the corridors all this time? He wondered. She looked exhausted and he said as much he offered to accompany her back to her room, for a second he though she would refuse, but then she nodded and fell into step with him.
When they reached her room he noticed her hesitation to enter although she stepped thought the doors; he bid her goodnight and was about to leave when the expression on her face stopped him, she was afraid, he could smell it, for a second he looked down on her, her fear was weakness, but then after all she had been though a little fear was perhaps not unexpected she was after all only human she had proved her self strong when it was needed, perhaps now was the time to cave into those fears.
He stepped into the room he was unsure why but he felt compelled to comfort her. When the doors closed and he noticed her eyes dart towards them he understood what she feared. Perhaps of all them she had suffered worst with that cage they had stuck her in like an animal. A little claustrophobia was an understandable human reaction he supposed.
An idea struck him and he marched out the doors careful to keep close enough to the doors that they would not shut; he pulled a large panel off the wall, it could be easily fixed later he thought, and again stepped though the doors this time slotting the panel though the door way preventing the doors from closing more than half way. He observed her reaction and noticed she seemed calmer so he bid her good night stepping though the half open door way. Over the few extra steps to his room he noticed that his restless mind had finally calmed down enough to permit sleep.
Dylan also was unable to rest a million thoughts running endlessly around his mind. He was desperately trying to make sense of what happened to them but he failed at every turn only ending up with more questions. Who did this to them and Why? What horrors had the others suffered whilst he had been separated?
Dylan's memory was patchy in places but he remembered being taken away barely conscious, he remembered waking just long enough to hear Rommie saying he was close to death. When they came for him Dylan was sure his captures were determined to make sure he didn't dally on his death bed, and were planning to speed things along, but instead they healed his wounds just to beat him half way to death again.
Those screens Dylan saw too with Harper were bothering him, they were being watched, they had been locked in cages and studied. Just the thought of it made him shiver it was against everything the commonwealth stood for.
Then Dylan's thoughts turned again to Rommie, Harper was working on her now he only hoped that the damage was not irreparable, he couldn't face loosing her, things would never be the same with out her. He cursed Harper for giving her that perfect humanoid body and he cursed himself for allowing himself to get so close to her.
Harper sat in the machine shop Rommie laid out carefully on the cot; he was too afraid to look at her for fear he might find she was really gone, but fear that he might fail her buy wasting precious time in which she could be saved , won out and Harper went to her.
He bent over her and gently stroked her hair "I'll save you" he whispered to her inert form he only hoped he could.
So Harper picked up his scanner and ran it over Rommie's body it gave him no answers so he tried a new tact still no answers, so Harper used his super genius brain to think of everything he could. All his scans told him that all systems were working perfectly though clearly they weren't. Then a small blip showed up on her memory scan, her memory was degrading, but Harper could find no cause. The process was slow but if Harper couldn't stop the degrading it would continue till Rommie had no memory of herself or anyone else or even anything else.
They could always re down load Andromeda's personality again providing of course Harper could find out what was wrong. But Rommie would never be the same again she had grown so much since Harper had built her, and become different from her ship self, she would loose all that; in essence she would lose who she was.
Despite his best efforts Harper could not find a solution or even the problem he tried everything. "Rom Doll, I don't know what else to do babe." He cried in desperation. "I just don't know what else to do" he repeated barley above a whisper.
A tear rolled down his face and fell onto Rommie when it made contact Harper swore she moved then fell still again like the plug had just been pulled he thought. "Hey, it couldn't be that simple" he declared to what ever god may have been listening, how could he have only just had that thought, it was so simple, it should have been the first thing he checked, a glimmer of hope spread though him, but then he scolded himself it was so obvious it really was unlikely still it was worth a try.
Harper connected her to the ships power supply and held his breath tying not to be to hopeful. Rommie's eyes flicked open "YES!" he cried scooping her up in a hug before she could even register what had happened. Rommie looked around clearly confused "we though wed lost you" Harper stated hugging her even tighter she returned the embrace.
A/N I was gona leave you hanging ending his chapter with the first sentence of the last paragraph, as punishment for not reviewing, but decided not to be that cruel for some reason ( I plan to conclude this story with the next chapter; then I'll start my next epic adventure. Hope you like it.
A/N: I only got one review for the last chapter didn't you guys like it (, still I'm not deterred on I go. But, seriously I would like to hear what you think of my next story idea, which I put at the end of the last chapter.
Trance sat in her room on Andromeda, they were safe now she told herself, but still she felt uneasy, and visions of Dylan's death assaulted her mind. Her gift to see futures was still lost to her, she was too confused to make sense of anything; she saw Dylan die the images were still on instant replay in her mind, and she couldn't stop them even seeing Dylan alive and well would not stop the images.
The thought stuck her that if Dylan really was dead who was wearing his face? Could it really be that he wasn't dead? She wanted to believe that but she had seen how sick Dylan was before they took him away even Rommie had said he would die soon without treatment; that with the images see saw of him lying unmoving on the floor made a convincing picture.
Thinking of Rommie brought fresh tears to her eyes, this future was turning out worse than her last and this time there was nothing she could do to stop it. So Trance did the only thing that she could think of, she cried, the tears streaming on endlessly.
Andromeda could see Trance crying on her sensors and she wanted to help to say something comforting, but she could think of no comfort, she to wanted to cry herself, but she didn't even have that luxury in his form, only her avatar could do that. Andromeda felt a coolant pipe explode, but she didn't care any more, part of her was already absent and broken what did another matter.
Beka after having filled her stomach in the kitchen, went to her quarters and sat on her bed the doors swished closed behind her and suddenly she started to panic she could feel her heart racing, she didn't want to be here it was too small "Andromeda open the doors" she called desperate, but there was now response and the doors remained closed. Panicked Beka huddled on her bed and pulled her knees to her chest "please open the doors" she pleaded, but the doors stayed closed. Suddenly she found herself bolting for the door, her legs moving of there own accord, and breathing a sigh of relief when the doors swished open and permitted her access to the ships lengthy and spacious corridors.
So Beka wandered around the ships corridors exhausted, but unwilling to go back to her room.
Tyr had spent over two hours working out but it had done nothing to stop calm his mind so instead he decided to go for a run. While on his third lap of the ship he ran into Beka who was still wandering around he acknowledged her but continued on his run. On his Tenth lap of the ship Tyr was beginning to tire he decided his quarters would be his final destination, on his way there he bumped into Beka again this time he stopped had she been walking the corridors all this time? He wondered. She looked exhausted and he said as much he offered to accompany her back to her room, for a second he though she would refuse, but then she nodded and fell into step with him.
When they reached her room he noticed her hesitation to enter although she stepped thought the doors; he bid her goodnight and was about to leave when the expression on her face stopped him, she was afraid, he could smell it, for a second he looked down on her, her fear was weakness, but then after all she had been though a little fear was perhaps not unexpected she was after all only human she had proved her self strong when it was needed, perhaps now was the time to cave into those fears.
He stepped into the room he was unsure why but he felt compelled to comfort her. When the doors closed and he noticed her eyes dart towards them he understood what she feared. Perhaps of all them she had suffered worst with that cage they had stuck her in like an animal. A little claustrophobia was an understandable human reaction he supposed.
An idea struck him and he marched out the doors careful to keep close enough to the doors that they would not shut; he pulled a large panel off the wall, it could be easily fixed later he thought, and again stepped though the doors this time slotting the panel though the door way preventing the doors from closing more than half way. He observed her reaction and noticed she seemed calmer so he bid her good night stepping though the half open door way. Over the few extra steps to his room he noticed that his restless mind had finally calmed down enough to permit sleep.
Dylan also was unable to rest a million thoughts running endlessly around his mind. He was desperately trying to make sense of what happened to them but he failed at every turn only ending up with more questions. Who did this to them and Why? What horrors had the others suffered whilst he had been separated?
Dylan's memory was patchy in places but he remembered being taken away barely conscious, he remembered waking just long enough to hear Rommie saying he was close to death. When they came for him Dylan was sure his captures were determined to make sure he didn't dally on his death bed, and were planning to speed things along, but instead they healed his wounds just to beat him half way to death again.
Those screens Dylan saw too with Harper were bothering him, they were being watched, they had been locked in cages and studied. Just the thought of it made him shiver it was against everything the commonwealth stood for.
Then Dylan's thoughts turned again to Rommie, Harper was working on her now he only hoped that the damage was not irreparable, he couldn't face loosing her, things would never be the same with out her. He cursed Harper for giving her that perfect humanoid body and he cursed himself for allowing himself to get so close to her.
Harper sat in the machine shop Rommie laid out carefully on the cot; he was too afraid to look at her for fear he might find she was really gone, but fear that he might fail her buy wasting precious time in which she could be saved , won out and Harper went to her.
He bent over her and gently stroked her hair "I'll save you" he whispered to her inert form he only hoped he could.
So Harper picked up his scanner and ran it over Rommie's body it gave him no answers so he tried a new tact still no answers, so Harper used his super genius brain to think of everything he could. All his scans told him that all systems were working perfectly though clearly they weren't. Then a small blip showed up on her memory scan, her memory was degrading, but Harper could find no cause. The process was slow but if Harper couldn't stop the degrading it would continue till Rommie had no memory of herself or anyone else or even anything else.
They could always re down load Andromeda's personality again providing of course Harper could find out what was wrong. But Rommie would never be the same again she had grown so much since Harper had built her, and become different from her ship self, she would loose all that; in essence she would lose who she was.
Despite his best efforts Harper could not find a solution or even the problem he tried everything. "Rom Doll, I don't know what else to do babe." He cried in desperation. "I just don't know what else to do" he repeated barley above a whisper.
A tear rolled down his face and fell onto Rommie when it made contact Harper swore she moved then fell still again like the plug had just been pulled he thought. "Hey, it couldn't be that simple" he declared to what ever god may have been listening, how could he have only just had that thought, it was so simple, it should have been the first thing he checked, a glimmer of hope spread though him, but then he scolded himself it was so obvious it really was unlikely still it was worth a try.
Harper connected her to the ships power supply and held his breath tying not to be to hopeful. Rommie's eyes flicked open "YES!" he cried scooping her up in a hug before she could even register what had happened. Rommie looked around clearly confused "we though wed lost you" Harper stated hugging her even tighter she returned the embrace.
A/N I was gona leave you hanging ending his chapter with the first sentence of the last paragraph, as punishment for not reviewing, but decided not to be that cruel for some reason ( I plan to conclude this story with the next chapter; then I'll start my next epic adventure. Hope you like it.