BLA the Mouse: Thanx for reviewing! -On to more serious matters- I see your
point about it being a confusing first chapter. But hold on to your pants
'cus it gets even more confusing. What you read is the end of the story, in
the following chapters I'll explain the series of events that lead up to
that moment. I probably should have waited until I'd finished the story
before I'd posted it or had at least done a few more chapters but I'm v.
impatient. You're right. I should watch series four, but I don't think it's
being shown in England until September. So this is my own fantasy series
four or alternative reality, whatever you want to call it. Keep reading, I
hope by the time I've finished it makes sense, but if it's still bugging
you let me know and I'll keep it in mind if I do another story. Looking
back I don't really like the first chapter as much as I did when I was
writing it, but I'm still quite pleased with this one let me know what you
think. (Phew, I wrote a mini essay there!) -Love and peace -FF
P.S. I took out the bit in my summary that said series four sucked, as I
recognise the fact that I only have reviews to go on. However I reserve the
right to put it back if need be when I have seen it.
Prin 69: Big thank you for reviewing (, I have written another chapter after this one but it's left me with loose ends that need tying up, I might e-mail it to you, see if you have any ideas, if you don't mind of course. And I can't reiterate this enough; I love your stories, and if you let one arsehole get you down because he/she was talking bollocks, I ought to come over there and smack some sense into you, and him/her. More importantly don't even think about taking that story down until I find out how it ends or some one's going to get a poke in the eye! (Probably my sister, being most convenient, but the sentiment is still there!) -Love and peace - FF
1 Month Before D-day
"This isn't fun any more." Beka thought to herself as she stalked down the corridors, pistol in one hand poised to fire at anything that came round the corner.
"Beka!"
"Jeez Harper I almost shot you!" "Sorry Boss, What's going... look you can point that thing away from me now."
Beka deliberately lowered the gun very slowly making him pay for causing her to jump.
"What's going on any way? Rommie just told me to get to command before I bumped into you."
"Hmmm, lets see, well judging from the explosions and flashing lights, I'd say we're under attack. "
"I'd pretty much already jumped to that conclusion, where's Dylan?"
"Dylan is... preoccupied at the moment, helping senator...saski?"
"Saskia," Harper corrected glumly.
"That's the one, he was helping her settle into her quarters, and it's gonna take him awhile to get dressed again, bearing in mind he's gotta find all his clothes first."
"Oh freekin' wonderful, can't that man keep his sausage in the pan for five minutes."
"I take it you like your meat well done then," Beka said grinning as they rounded another corner.
"No, and neither does Dylan, that's the problem. With him spreading around his cooking oil all the time, I don't even get asked if I'm hungry."
"Don't worry Harper, your time will come," Beka said still grinning, "maybe Dylan could give you some cookery lessons."
"Why do you want cookery lessons?" Rhade asked, also on his way to command, joining in the conversation at the wrong time.
"Harper wants to impress the ladies." Beka said quickly before Harper could end the conversation, after all this was too good an opportunity to miss.
"Considering our current situation" Harper said through gritted teeth running a little faster "I think it might be best if we finish this conversation later, or better yet lets just end it now."
"I could help you" Rhade offered in the hope that this might help them reach a sort of concord and end the hostility both Harper and Beka seemed to have towards him. What ever he expected their reaction to be, this was not it. They had both started sniggering.
"No really, I'm a very good cook." He continued, but this only worsened the situation.
Poor guy thought Beka, the mature thing to do would be to explain and put him out of his misery... Oh well, maybe later. "Really Mr Rhade? See, a lot of guys say that, but in the end the girl is just not satisfied."
"I've never had any complaints before."
Beka had to bite her tongue to keep a straight face, "I take it you cook for women often then?"
"Not nearly as often as I'd like." He said smiling thinking he was being let in on the joke.
"There you go Harper, Rhade's got the same problem as you."
"Is it just me," Harper said loudly ignoring Beka "or does it seem to be taking us forever to get to command."
"Quit whining we're here now." Beka and Harper took up their usual positions on the command deck leaving Rhade standing in the doorway confused.
Another explosion shook the ship and right on cue Dylan appeared and began shouting orders.
"Out of the frying pan and into the fire." Beka muttered to Harper.
"What's so funny Harper?" Dylan asked shooting him a in case you hadn't noticed, we're getting the crap kicked out of us look.
"Nothing, Boss."
"Rommie, I don't recognise these weapons signatures, do we have an I.D of our assailant. " Rhade asked from the weapons console.
"Assailants" she corrected, "I'm detecting multiple ships. But I'm afraid I can't tell you any more, my scanners were damaged in the first missile barrage, they appeared from nowhere."
"Harper."
"On it." He said as he ran to fix it.
"Hang on," Beka called "I'm getting something...Oh CRAP, MAGOG!"
Prin 69: Big thank you for reviewing (, I have written another chapter after this one but it's left me with loose ends that need tying up, I might e-mail it to you, see if you have any ideas, if you don't mind of course. And I can't reiterate this enough; I love your stories, and if you let one arsehole get you down because he/she was talking bollocks, I ought to come over there and smack some sense into you, and him/her. More importantly don't even think about taking that story down until I find out how it ends or some one's going to get a poke in the eye! (Probably my sister, being most convenient, but the sentiment is still there!) -Love and peace - FF
1 Month Before D-day
"This isn't fun any more." Beka thought to herself as she stalked down the corridors, pistol in one hand poised to fire at anything that came round the corner.
"Beka!"
"Jeez Harper I almost shot you!" "Sorry Boss, What's going... look you can point that thing away from me now."
Beka deliberately lowered the gun very slowly making him pay for causing her to jump.
"What's going on any way? Rommie just told me to get to command before I bumped into you."
"Hmmm, lets see, well judging from the explosions and flashing lights, I'd say we're under attack. "
"I'd pretty much already jumped to that conclusion, where's Dylan?"
"Dylan is... preoccupied at the moment, helping senator...saski?"
"Saskia," Harper corrected glumly.
"That's the one, he was helping her settle into her quarters, and it's gonna take him awhile to get dressed again, bearing in mind he's gotta find all his clothes first."
"Oh freekin' wonderful, can't that man keep his sausage in the pan for five minutes."
"I take it you like your meat well done then," Beka said grinning as they rounded another corner.
"No, and neither does Dylan, that's the problem. With him spreading around his cooking oil all the time, I don't even get asked if I'm hungry."
"Don't worry Harper, your time will come," Beka said still grinning, "maybe Dylan could give you some cookery lessons."
"Why do you want cookery lessons?" Rhade asked, also on his way to command, joining in the conversation at the wrong time.
"Harper wants to impress the ladies." Beka said quickly before Harper could end the conversation, after all this was too good an opportunity to miss.
"Considering our current situation" Harper said through gritted teeth running a little faster "I think it might be best if we finish this conversation later, or better yet lets just end it now."
"I could help you" Rhade offered in the hope that this might help them reach a sort of concord and end the hostility both Harper and Beka seemed to have towards him. What ever he expected their reaction to be, this was not it. They had both started sniggering.
"No really, I'm a very good cook." He continued, but this only worsened the situation.
Poor guy thought Beka, the mature thing to do would be to explain and put him out of his misery... Oh well, maybe later. "Really Mr Rhade? See, a lot of guys say that, but in the end the girl is just not satisfied."
"I've never had any complaints before."
Beka had to bite her tongue to keep a straight face, "I take it you cook for women often then?"
"Not nearly as often as I'd like." He said smiling thinking he was being let in on the joke.
"There you go Harper, Rhade's got the same problem as you."
"Is it just me," Harper said loudly ignoring Beka "or does it seem to be taking us forever to get to command."
"Quit whining we're here now." Beka and Harper took up their usual positions on the command deck leaving Rhade standing in the doorway confused.
Another explosion shook the ship and right on cue Dylan appeared and began shouting orders.
"Out of the frying pan and into the fire." Beka muttered to Harper.
"What's so funny Harper?" Dylan asked shooting him a in case you hadn't noticed, we're getting the crap kicked out of us look.
"Nothing, Boss."
"Rommie, I don't recognise these weapons signatures, do we have an I.D of our assailant. " Rhade asked from the weapons console.
"Assailants" she corrected, "I'm detecting multiple ships. But I'm afraid I can't tell you any more, my scanners were damaged in the first missile barrage, they appeared from nowhere."
"Harper."
"On it." He said as he ran to fix it.
"Hang on," Beka called "I'm getting something...Oh CRAP, MAGOG!"