Harper walked onto the Obs deck and sat down on one of the benches.
Running his hands over his face, he replayed the events of the last few
minutes. 'What am I going to do? I go from no women to two women in a
mater of just a few minutes. All right Seamus, think about this logically.
Uh, I think I need to talk to somebody.'
"Rommie?" He called into the silence of the room.
"Yes Harper?" She asked, her voice filling the silent room.
"Is Dylan awake?"
"Yes, he's just heading to bed."
"Just?"
"He was with Holly."
"Oh. Is he with her now?"
"No."
"Tell his to put a hold on the sleep thing for a bit, I need to talk to him."
"I'll tell him you're on your way."
"Thanks."
Then he left the room and headed for Dylan's quarters.
"Shi....."
"Over inflated rubber duck."
Lauren and Tyr had been at it since Harper left. Tyr would try to say something and Lauren would cut him off by calling him some weird name.
"Chi...."
"Tyr, I can't help it if those of inferior."
"What?"
"Where did I kick you?"
"Grrrrr!!"
Everyone in command (except Tyr and Lauren) began to laugh, even Rommie.
"Rommie, how long until I can go?" Lauren asked, completely ignoring Tyr (for the moment).
"Still two hours Lauren."
"Damn. Well, if you need me I'll be in the hall, plotting."
"Plotting what?" Rev asked curiously.
"It's a surprise." Rommie said.
"How do you know?" Tyr asked thoughtfully.
"Call it warships intuition." Rommie replied. Lauren flashed Rommie a smile before walking up the ramp to the door, but before leaving, she turned around, leaned on the rail in front of her, and looked menacingly at Tyr.
"I'll get you my pretty, and your little guns too." She (Lauren) said in her best 'wicked witch of the west' voice. Then she turned around and left.
"Oh, you are in for it now Tyr." Maggie told him.
"In for what?" He asked un-amused.
"Well, you see, Lauren may not be one hundred percent Neitzchean, and there may be no way in hell that she could beat you in hand to hand combat, but she is the most brilliant person you'll ever meet." Chelsey informed him.
"What does that mean?" Rev asked curiously.
"She is going to make Tyr's life a living hell." Maggie supplied.
Harper sat on Dylan's black sued couch with a cup of coffee. Dylan sat in a leather chair next to him with his own cup of coffee.
"So Harper, what did you want to talk to me about?" Dylan asked breaking the silence.
"Well, you know Isa and I are close right." (Harper)
"Close? I barely ever see you two apart." (Dylan)
"Yeah, well, you know how close Lauren and I are too, right?" (Harper)
"Yeah. Harper what are you getting at?" (Dylan)
"Well, when I was in command I heard Lauren say that she loved me." (Harper)
"Oh, wow." (Dylan)
"You're telling me." (Harper)
"Do you have feelings for her?" (Dylan)
"Lauren?" (Harper)
"Yes." (Dylan)
"Well, honestly, yeah. I think I do." (Harper)
"What are you going to do?" (Dylan)
"I was hoping that you might be able to help me with that." (Harper)
"Harper...." (Dylan)
"Just listen will yah." (Harper)
"Alright." (Dylan)
"Okay." (Harper)
"So, how about we do a pro's and con's list for the two of them." (Dylan)
"Okay, let's start with con's first, cause there more fun." (Harper)
"Alright, which one? Lauren or Isa?" (Dylan)
"Isa." (Harper)
"Alright, Rommie will you please make a list of what Harper says for our list." (Dylan)
"Yes sir." The A.I. replied.
"Whenever you're ready Harper." (Dylan)
"Well, I don't really know where to begin. I haven't known her that long."
"That's a con." (Dylan)
"Uh, she seems a little, oh I don't know, uh, like she's not really able to hold her own."
"Okay."
"I can't think of anything else."
"Alright, we'll go with Lauren."
"Well, she's half Neitzchean, Tyr hates her, and hell I think almost everybody hates her."
"Alright. Pro's."
"Isa is sweet, funny, smart, kind, creative, gorgeous, and she loves me."
"And Lauren?"
"Lauren's brilliant, resourceful, tough, caring, compassionate; even to people who hate her. Um, she's extremely beautiful, she holds her own, won't let anybody push her around, she's a great person, and she loves me too."
"So?"
"I think I'm gonna have to think about this some more."
"Alright."
"Night Dylan."
"Good night Mr. Harper."
Harper gave Dylan a weak smile before leaving the room, headed for his own.
"Rommie?" He called into the silence of the room.
"Yes Harper?" She asked, her voice filling the silent room.
"Is Dylan awake?"
"Yes, he's just heading to bed."
"Just?"
"He was with Holly."
"Oh. Is he with her now?"
"No."
"Tell his to put a hold on the sleep thing for a bit, I need to talk to him."
"I'll tell him you're on your way."
"Thanks."
Then he left the room and headed for Dylan's quarters.
"Shi....."
"Over inflated rubber duck."
Lauren and Tyr had been at it since Harper left. Tyr would try to say something and Lauren would cut him off by calling him some weird name.
"Chi...."
"Tyr, I can't help it if those of inferior."
"What?"
"Where did I kick you?"
"Grrrrr!!"
Everyone in command (except Tyr and Lauren) began to laugh, even Rommie.
"Rommie, how long until I can go?" Lauren asked, completely ignoring Tyr (for the moment).
"Still two hours Lauren."
"Damn. Well, if you need me I'll be in the hall, plotting."
"Plotting what?" Rev asked curiously.
"It's a surprise." Rommie said.
"How do you know?" Tyr asked thoughtfully.
"Call it warships intuition." Rommie replied. Lauren flashed Rommie a smile before walking up the ramp to the door, but before leaving, she turned around, leaned on the rail in front of her, and looked menacingly at Tyr.
"I'll get you my pretty, and your little guns too." She (Lauren) said in her best 'wicked witch of the west' voice. Then she turned around and left.
"Oh, you are in for it now Tyr." Maggie told him.
"In for what?" He asked un-amused.
"Well, you see, Lauren may not be one hundred percent Neitzchean, and there may be no way in hell that she could beat you in hand to hand combat, but she is the most brilliant person you'll ever meet." Chelsey informed him.
"What does that mean?" Rev asked curiously.
"She is going to make Tyr's life a living hell." Maggie supplied.
Harper sat on Dylan's black sued couch with a cup of coffee. Dylan sat in a leather chair next to him with his own cup of coffee.
"So Harper, what did you want to talk to me about?" Dylan asked breaking the silence.
"Well, you know Isa and I are close right." (Harper)
"Close? I barely ever see you two apart." (Dylan)
"Yeah, well, you know how close Lauren and I are too, right?" (Harper)
"Yeah. Harper what are you getting at?" (Dylan)
"Well, when I was in command I heard Lauren say that she loved me." (Harper)
"Oh, wow." (Dylan)
"You're telling me." (Harper)
"Do you have feelings for her?" (Dylan)
"Lauren?" (Harper)
"Yes." (Dylan)
"Well, honestly, yeah. I think I do." (Harper)
"What are you going to do?" (Dylan)
"I was hoping that you might be able to help me with that." (Harper)
"Harper...." (Dylan)
"Just listen will yah." (Harper)
"Alright." (Dylan)
"Okay." (Harper)
"So, how about we do a pro's and con's list for the two of them." (Dylan)
"Okay, let's start with con's first, cause there more fun." (Harper)
"Alright, which one? Lauren or Isa?" (Dylan)
"Isa." (Harper)
"Alright, Rommie will you please make a list of what Harper says for our list." (Dylan)
"Yes sir." The A.I. replied.
"Whenever you're ready Harper." (Dylan)
"Well, I don't really know where to begin. I haven't known her that long."
"That's a con." (Dylan)
"Uh, she seems a little, oh I don't know, uh, like she's not really able to hold her own."
"Okay."
"I can't think of anything else."
"Alright, we'll go with Lauren."
"Well, she's half Neitzchean, Tyr hates her, and hell I think almost everybody hates her."
"Alright. Pro's."
"Isa is sweet, funny, smart, kind, creative, gorgeous, and she loves me."
"And Lauren?"
"Lauren's brilliant, resourceful, tough, caring, compassionate; even to people who hate her. Um, she's extremely beautiful, she holds her own, won't let anybody push her around, she's a great person, and she loves me too."
"So?"
"I think I'm gonna have to think about this some more."
"Alright."
"Night Dylan."
"Good night Mr. Harper."
Harper gave Dylan a weak smile before leaving the room, headed for his own.