Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, moving on.
Author's Notes (AN): BOOM BABY! I'm baaaack. I would firstly like to apologize to the following nice young lads who have reviewed this fic in the hopes that I would continue it:
Dawn N,
szhisimine (one of my fav authors),
Claire,
Aimless,
Shaz (my good buddy and beta reader),
Mary Rose (who always leaves such great reviews),
Harper's Pixie,
Sparky Cola 1,
and Shakia.
I'm sorry. I can't promise that I won't go on hiatus again, but I'll promise to always come back. Just consider the break to be like the summer time when they only play re-runs. Now, on with the fic!
The Part That is Said to be Fourth: Sheep Go to Heaven, Goats Go to Hell
The shot hit Trance square in the chest and she fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. Tyr walked to her still body and kneeled down to check her pulse. Satisfied that she was in fact dead this time he stood up and walked out of command.
Andromeda's holographic image appeared before the fallen Trance. "Trance, are you alive?"
Trance didn't move.
"Trance, Harper needs your help. I know that you're special somehow...not real. I saw you come back before, before you changed. Please, Trance, if you don't help us I don't think that anyone can."
Trance's body jerked sharply and she sat up suddenly. She took a gulp of air and turned to Andromeda. "Andromeda?"
"Trance-"Andromeda was cut short.
"-Beka!" Trance ran to where Beka lay nearby and began checking her stats quickly.
Beka's eyes fluttered open. "What happened?"
Andromeda spoke first. "Tyr has been compromised. He knocked you all out and then walked off command. He is currently in Conference Room A talking with the Magog."
"Magog? Why haven't they taken us yet?"
"Unknown. They have split into three units of twenty. I believe they are looking for something. They broke through the door of the engine room, but, evidently, didn't discover what they are searching for."
Dylan suddenly sat up still holding his bleeding nose. "Any theories as to what it might be?"
"No, I told Harper that he needs to stop playing Scrabble and help you all and he refused. I just asked him to show me why." She looked at Trance, but didn't mention the fact that she had just not been there.
"Where is Tyr?"
"He's on deck 17 leading one of the Magog groups."
"And Mr. Harper?"
"Harper is in Conference Room A. Privacy mode has been engaged. Emergency access codes have been disabled due to the compromise of the ship's command personnel. It shouldn't take to long for him to show me."
"Open a one way communication as soon as you're through."
"Com link established."
"Mr. Harper, who you kindly tell me what you're doing holed up in my conference room?"
Andromeda inclined her head again and raised her eyebrows. "Privacy mode disengaged. Level one lock down authorization acting Chief Engineer Seamus Harper engaged on all entry ways."
"Um...playing a friendly game of Scrabble? And also kicking Magog butt which wouldn't be needed if we didn't have a stupid, backstabbing Uber on board anyway like I told you all to begin with, but does anyone listen to me? I don't know, does anyone ever listen to you, Seamus. Sadly no, Mr. Harper, they don't. Which if they did it would save everyone a lot of pain, misery, heartache, and not to mention embarrassment when I have to tell them yet again 'I told ya' so.' If only life were just that simple."
Beka rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Seamus, we've got bigger problems."
"Bigger problems is right. Like having mister big, dark, and brainwashed coming towards ya' with a really big gun that I'm glad I don't have to see up close."
"Dylan, Tyr's brainwaves are rapidly fluctuating between 7mh and 70 mh, he has been brainwashed."
"Well look at that, and I was just being sarcastic." Harper said on the still open com.
Dylan sighed. "Andromeda close communications."
"Hey-!"
"-Com link closed."
"Alright, people, let's try to win this time."
Beka rolled her eyes again. "Like we weren't trying last time."
Trance suddenly ran towards the door. She looked back. "I think maybe it would be best if I took care of this." She opened the door and ran to the panel on the other side. Dylan ran for the door as it began to close. It closed just before he reached it.
"Security lock out level one acting Chief Medical Officer Trance Gemini. Quarantine lock out codes engaged."
Beka looked up at Dylan. "She has quarantine codes?"
"She is the medical officer and it might have been needed."
"So what do we do?"
"There's no way to bypass that lock out. It'd probably take Harper a week to crack it."
"So we sit here?"
"Andromeda, tell me she's winning."
Next Chapter: What did Harper show to Andromeda? Will Trance win the fight against Tyr? Tune in next time.
Author's Notes (AN): BOOM BABY! I'm baaaack. I would firstly like to apologize to the following nice young lads who have reviewed this fic in the hopes that I would continue it:
Dawn N,
szhisimine (one of my fav authors),
Claire,
Aimless,
Shaz (my good buddy and beta reader),
Mary Rose (who always leaves such great reviews),
Harper's Pixie,
Sparky Cola 1,
and Shakia.
I'm sorry. I can't promise that I won't go on hiatus again, but I'll promise to always come back. Just consider the break to be like the summer time when they only play re-runs. Now, on with the fic!
The Part That is Said to be Fourth: Sheep Go to Heaven, Goats Go to Hell
The shot hit Trance square in the chest and she fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. Tyr walked to her still body and kneeled down to check her pulse. Satisfied that she was in fact dead this time he stood up and walked out of command.
Andromeda's holographic image appeared before the fallen Trance. "Trance, are you alive?"
Trance didn't move.
"Trance, Harper needs your help. I know that you're special somehow...not real. I saw you come back before, before you changed. Please, Trance, if you don't help us I don't think that anyone can."
Trance's body jerked sharply and she sat up suddenly. She took a gulp of air and turned to Andromeda. "Andromeda?"
"Trance-"Andromeda was cut short.
"-Beka!" Trance ran to where Beka lay nearby and began checking her stats quickly.
Beka's eyes fluttered open. "What happened?"
Andromeda spoke first. "Tyr has been compromised. He knocked you all out and then walked off command. He is currently in Conference Room A talking with the Magog."
"Magog? Why haven't they taken us yet?"
"Unknown. They have split into three units of twenty. I believe they are looking for something. They broke through the door of the engine room, but, evidently, didn't discover what they are searching for."
Dylan suddenly sat up still holding his bleeding nose. "Any theories as to what it might be?"
"No, I told Harper that he needs to stop playing Scrabble and help you all and he refused. I just asked him to show me why." She looked at Trance, but didn't mention the fact that she had just not been there.
"Where is Tyr?"
"He's on deck 17 leading one of the Magog groups."
"And Mr. Harper?"
"Harper is in Conference Room A. Privacy mode has been engaged. Emergency access codes have been disabled due to the compromise of the ship's command personnel. It shouldn't take to long for him to show me."
"Open a one way communication as soon as you're through."
"Com link established."
"Mr. Harper, who you kindly tell me what you're doing holed up in my conference room?"
Andromeda inclined her head again and raised her eyebrows. "Privacy mode disengaged. Level one lock down authorization acting Chief Engineer Seamus Harper engaged on all entry ways."
"Um...playing a friendly game of Scrabble? And also kicking Magog butt which wouldn't be needed if we didn't have a stupid, backstabbing Uber on board anyway like I told you all to begin with, but does anyone listen to me? I don't know, does anyone ever listen to you, Seamus. Sadly no, Mr. Harper, they don't. Which if they did it would save everyone a lot of pain, misery, heartache, and not to mention embarrassment when I have to tell them yet again 'I told ya' so.' If only life were just that simple."
Beka rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Seamus, we've got bigger problems."
"Bigger problems is right. Like having mister big, dark, and brainwashed coming towards ya' with a really big gun that I'm glad I don't have to see up close."
"Dylan, Tyr's brainwaves are rapidly fluctuating between 7mh and 70 mh, he has been brainwashed."
"Well look at that, and I was just being sarcastic." Harper said on the still open com.
Dylan sighed. "Andromeda close communications."
"Hey-!"
"-Com link closed."
"Alright, people, let's try to win this time."
Beka rolled her eyes again. "Like we weren't trying last time."
Trance suddenly ran towards the door. She looked back. "I think maybe it would be best if I took care of this." She opened the door and ran to the panel on the other side. Dylan ran for the door as it began to close. It closed just before he reached it.
"Security lock out level one acting Chief Medical Officer Trance Gemini. Quarantine lock out codes engaged."
Beka looked up at Dylan. "She has quarantine codes?"
"She is the medical officer and it might have been needed."
"So what do we do?"
"There's no way to bypass that lock out. It'd probably take Harper a week to crack it."
"So we sit here?"
"Andromeda, tell me she's winning."
Next Chapter: What did Harper show to Andromeda? Will Trance win the fight against Tyr? Tune in next time.