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Hunt stood mute for several moments, unable to believe what he was seeing. Had Tyr lost his mind? He couldn't have known this woman for more than a standard day, tops. To make matters worse, Regina was adopted Jaguar, a Pride Dylan trusted about as far as he could space-walk without a suit.
"Tyr, what exactly are you doing?" Dylan's voice returned on a rush of anger.
"Why, waiting for your warm and heartfelt congratulations, of course." The sarcasm was thinly veiled, and the challenge was clear. Dylan could like it or lump it, and Tyr really didn't care which option Hunt chose.
Regina watched the two alpha males posture, realizing they must have had a delicately balanced relationship to work together without attempting to kill each other, one that had just tipped rather precariously. She didn't know enough about their regular interactions to help put things back on a more even footing, so she decided to redirect their attention. "There will be time enough for pleasantries later. Right now I need to use the comm. Someone wants me dead, remember?"
It got the reaction she desired from Tyr, who brushed by Dylan saying, "The comm is in the cockpit area."
Regina followed her mate down the hall, taking the opportunity to look around. She had not seen any of it the first time; all her attention had been focused elsewhere. It was very functional, obviously a salvage vessel. It showed signs of regular repairs, which was only to be expected in a ship of this age. Honestly, the engineer must be a genius to keep the vessel running, and parts must be a real bitch to find.
The cockpit area was more of the same blend of old and new equipment cobbled together. There was a pair of fuzzy dice hanging from a support beam over the pilot's chair, and Regina wondered who had hung them there. She smiled briefly at the swinging bit of whimsy before turning her attention to the station Tyr was standing over.
Anasazi moved over slightly, giving Regina room to join him. She leaned against him because she could, not because she needed more space, reveling in the fact that he was hers. She entered the local directory for the port and entered the personals section.
Tyr gave a small start of surprise as his wife entered the alternative dating section and accessed the account of a bisexual dominatrix named SisterMary, who's bio and image were rather graphic. SisterMary had a great many messages in the queue, but Regina only ran a virus check on the most recent one, from someone going by the name of BadKitty.
"Would you have looked here?" Regina asked cheerfully as Tyr stiffened beside her.
"No, I would not have. I assume BadKitty is Callisto?" Tyr conceded her point with good grace.
"You are correct. Now let's see what kind of intelligence she has for me." Regina said as the system registered the message as clean.
"Regina, our guest of honor has chosen to impart several pieces of information to us. Interestingly enough, the attack in the bar and the assault on our ship was organized with only one goal, to kill you. Do not return to the Boadicca. They have deployed nanobots coded from the DNA they retrieved from your blood, which have attached themselves to the hull. We can scour them from Boadicca's hide during lift-off, but that means you would need to find another way to reconnect with us. We simply don't have the equipment necessary to build counteragents on board."
Callisto paused for a moment, then her lips quirked up in a smile, "Not that Diane isn't trying. I think she's taking this very personally. Send a reply as soon as you get this, I will be waiting"
The viewscreen went black as the transmission ended, then a small menu appeared with several options. Regina hesitated over the panel, and then turned to Tyr, "When is the Maru planning to lift?"
"The last of the supplies are due to be loaded tomorrow. We had planned to leave the following morning, but that is hardly relevant. You are my wife now. Surely you don't think I am going to let you continue to place yourself in potentially hazardous situations?" Tyr asked, his tone grating a touch arrogant on feminine ears.
Dylan, having been engaged, winced. He knew that look. Regina was about to let Tyr have it with both barrels.
Hunt stood mute for several moments, unable to believe what he was seeing. Had Tyr lost his mind? He couldn't have known this woman for more than a standard day, tops. To make matters worse, Regina was adopted Jaguar, a Pride Dylan trusted about as far as he could space-walk without a suit.
"Tyr, what exactly are you doing?" Dylan's voice returned on a rush of anger.
"Why, waiting for your warm and heartfelt congratulations, of course." The sarcasm was thinly veiled, and the challenge was clear. Dylan could like it or lump it, and Tyr really didn't care which option Hunt chose.
Regina watched the two alpha males posture, realizing they must have had a delicately balanced relationship to work together without attempting to kill each other, one that had just tipped rather precariously. She didn't know enough about their regular interactions to help put things back on a more even footing, so she decided to redirect their attention. "There will be time enough for pleasantries later. Right now I need to use the comm. Someone wants me dead, remember?"
It got the reaction she desired from Tyr, who brushed by Dylan saying, "The comm is in the cockpit area."
Regina followed her mate down the hall, taking the opportunity to look around. She had not seen any of it the first time; all her attention had been focused elsewhere. It was very functional, obviously a salvage vessel. It showed signs of regular repairs, which was only to be expected in a ship of this age. Honestly, the engineer must be a genius to keep the vessel running, and parts must be a real bitch to find.
The cockpit area was more of the same blend of old and new equipment cobbled together. There was a pair of fuzzy dice hanging from a support beam over the pilot's chair, and Regina wondered who had hung them there. She smiled briefly at the swinging bit of whimsy before turning her attention to the station Tyr was standing over.
Anasazi moved over slightly, giving Regina room to join him. She leaned against him because she could, not because she needed more space, reveling in the fact that he was hers. She entered the local directory for the port and entered the personals section.
Tyr gave a small start of surprise as his wife entered the alternative dating section and accessed the account of a bisexual dominatrix named SisterMary, who's bio and image were rather graphic. SisterMary had a great many messages in the queue, but Regina only ran a virus check on the most recent one, from someone going by the name of BadKitty.
"Would you have looked here?" Regina asked cheerfully as Tyr stiffened beside her.
"No, I would not have. I assume BadKitty is Callisto?" Tyr conceded her point with good grace.
"You are correct. Now let's see what kind of intelligence she has for me." Regina said as the system registered the message as clean.
"Regina, our guest of honor has chosen to impart several pieces of information to us. Interestingly enough, the attack in the bar and the assault on our ship was organized with only one goal, to kill you. Do not return to the Boadicca. They have deployed nanobots coded from the DNA they retrieved from your blood, which have attached themselves to the hull. We can scour them from Boadicca's hide during lift-off, but that means you would need to find another way to reconnect with us. We simply don't have the equipment necessary to build counteragents on board."
Callisto paused for a moment, then her lips quirked up in a smile, "Not that Diane isn't trying. I think she's taking this very personally. Send a reply as soon as you get this, I will be waiting"
The viewscreen went black as the transmission ended, then a small menu appeared with several options. Regina hesitated over the panel, and then turned to Tyr, "When is the Maru planning to lift?"
"The last of the supplies are due to be loaded tomorrow. We had planned to leave the following morning, but that is hardly relevant. You are my wife now. Surely you don't think I am going to let you continue to place yourself in potentially hazardous situations?" Tyr asked, his tone grating a touch arrogant on feminine ears.
Dylan, having been engaged, winced. He knew that look. Regina was about to let Tyr have it with both barrels.
