I've got some request to focus on beka and Dylan, not that I mind that
much. so yeah this is about them, then we get back. I promise, more to
come.
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Beka and Dylan trumped through the corridors on the way to deck C. Their guests had already been there for a day and the crew was already suffering its grievances. So far 2 Ogami ships had come to collect the child and take the guards. Mercenaries and bounty hunters from all over 3 galaxies seemed to know where the Dovolo was. Andromeda hadn't detected any homing beacon, but it could have been in part because the Dovolo seemed to repair itself, smart ship. So it was now Beka and Dylan's job to go find it.
They didn't mind. It had been a long time since they had time alone, especially time together. They were still in the uncomfortable beginning stages though. They flirted and occasionally exchanged playful swats, but other than that not much had happened. Beka blamed it on their time situation and the fact that Dylan was such a little boy scout. Dylan blamed it on the time. Either way they now had serious time alone. Looking for a beacon that could potentially be the size of a holo novel on a ship twice the size of the Maru was going to take some time, Good.
"So, any idea how to find this thing?" Beka asked breaking the silence. Dylan hadn't even noticed they had made it to deck C. he was too rapped up in his own thoughts, had she said anything else?
"You know, I was really hoping you would be able to tell me." Dylan smiled, andromeda had shown him various images of what the tracker could look like, but not how to find it. He had thought that beak would know how to locate and disable things like this.
"Harper knows a lot more about it that me, maybe we should get him." beak smiled, offering Dylan a way to run away.
"NO" Dylan almost shouted it, which made beak tern to him with one of those looks on his face. "Harpers working on the slip stream core, and we really need that up and running. don't want to disturb him do we?" It was a lie, but she might go with it.
Beka crooked her eye brows, "Isn't the slip stream core fine? Since when does it need to be repaired?" Dylan acted as if he hadn't heard her, which she knew he had. he climbed up the cargo loading ramp into the back of the ship.
Repairs were still going on, but it wasn't andromeda that was doing the fixing. Little robots were scurrying around everywhere inside and outside the haul. Beka thought they were adorable (and wondered if she could steal a few for the Maru.), but when she leaned down to touch one, they all scampered into the shadows. How disappointing. For a moment, Beka just thought that they didn't like her, but then she saw the path of scurrying little bots running from Dylan. Ok so they were just shy. Beka Laughed as the machines welded then hid, then went back to welding when they thought the coast was clear.
They both walked through the main corridors of the Dovolo, Beka being very close to Dylan's ass, but he didn't mind. Several entrences branched off to other ends of the ship, some of which had a solid red light beam across the entrance. Dylan wondered what in the hell they were, but was quickly informed. On of the tinny critters had been inadvertently chased in front of them, while trying to find cover it had run into the crew quarters, which was shielded by the red light, and POP, it was fried. Nice way of restricting the bots movement.
The crew quarters seemed like the best place to look, seeing as how the bots probably would have destroyed the transmitter if they had found it. Dylan stepped aside to let beka go first, always the gentlemen. The crew quarters were big enough to hold at least 30 crewmembers, which is about what Beka had guessed. Yet only 2 rooms were occupied, the first one, obviously captain's quarters, was filled with a king size bed, pillows, rugs, and a stack of holo novels that almost filled an entire corner. Men's and women's clothing were haphazardly thrown into the hamper, or its surrounding area. Obviously Mr. Orleans and Ms. Ragnor were sleeping together, scandalous. Beka moved to pick up one of the books that lay on the bed. Shakespeare, in fact, as she looked around, many of the novels were Shakespeare. Well, at least they went for the classics.
Dylan was moving around the room, checking corners and whatnot, trying to look useful. Beka dropped the novel and moved to join him. It was painfully obvious that it wouldn't be hidden in someplace as obvious as a corner, but poor trusting Dylan always looked for the obvious. She had to laugh when Dylan started checking though the holo novels, inadvertently knocking the entire stack over.
"I really don't think its going to be there." Beka choked down her giggles. She didn't ever really giggle, but there was always a first.
"Ha ha, funny. Please help me fix this." Dylan wasn't at all pleased, and it wasn't the least bit funny that beka was laughing either.
Beka knelt beside him and started gathering the panels and tossing them into the pile. Dylan was concentrating on the task, but Beka couldn't help but think of other things. His usual common wealth uniform fit him perfectly, to perfectly, and left almost everything to the imagination. now, after 2 ogamies, and a hunt of a transmitter, Dylan had shed his jacket, leaving only a black sleeveless. His muscles were tightly formed, especially his biceps. He had been working out less now that Tyr was long gone, but it totally didn't show. It was obviously the work of lots of pushups, which held the potential for so many positions. No, bad Beka, stop thinking of the nasty with the Captain, especially in front of the Captain.
But, while still scolding herself, beka had unconsciously started to caress Dylans arm. He stoped rearranging the newly formed stack and stared. Was she aware of what she was doing? did it matter? Maybe.
"Um, Beka?" Dylan asked, confused.
His words brought her back to reality. She glanced at her hand, then quickly pulled it away. the blood rushed to her face and she had to look away.
"I.. I'm sorry" she stuttered it out, not really knowing what to do. she had just almost groped Dylan, and now she was just standing here, like and idiot, great.
Dylan smiled, both pleasantly and almost satisfied. If he was a cruel man he could drag it out of her, make her say it and break her heart. Of course he wouldn't do it, but he was in the position to. Instead he reached for her hand, which made her glance back at him. Now it was his turn to blush. He pulled her closer to him, but didn't force her. she willingly let him lead her, almost in a trance. She tilted her face up towards him as he leaned down. The kiss was mutual, starting slow at first, but as they both became more comfortable, they began more to explore.
They tongues fought for dominance, which Dylan one, temporarily. He pushed her up against the wall and allowed his mouth to memorize the position of her teeth. He suddenly felt her hands on his bear chest, and he hesitated. Beka took the moment to force his tongue out of her mouth and into his. She forced his mouth almost completely open and took the taste of him in. Her hands moved up his chest, while his stayed at her waist, what a gentlmen. she could take care of that.Her hands changed directions and headed towards his belt line. She reached his happy trail when he let out a yelp, but it wasn't a happy cry.
He pulled away from Beka and looked down at what had caused him to stop. On his leg was a puppy. well at least it looked like a puppy. He had never been to earth, but he had seen pictures of dogs. The little yellow mut growelled and clung to his pants. for such a small thing he did have really sharp teeth. Dylan stepped back and lifted the animal up.
" well, we had an audience."Dylan stated comfortable. Beka blushed and said nothing. she took the dog from Dylan and decollared it. a small chip that didn't quite match the rest flashed. Well they found the transmitter. Beka took the chip and crushed it under her foot.
"Mission Completed." and she left.
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Beka and Dylan trumped through the corridors on the way to deck C. Their guests had already been there for a day and the crew was already suffering its grievances. So far 2 Ogami ships had come to collect the child and take the guards. Mercenaries and bounty hunters from all over 3 galaxies seemed to know where the Dovolo was. Andromeda hadn't detected any homing beacon, but it could have been in part because the Dovolo seemed to repair itself, smart ship. So it was now Beka and Dylan's job to go find it.
They didn't mind. It had been a long time since they had time alone, especially time together. They were still in the uncomfortable beginning stages though. They flirted and occasionally exchanged playful swats, but other than that not much had happened. Beka blamed it on their time situation and the fact that Dylan was such a little boy scout. Dylan blamed it on the time. Either way they now had serious time alone. Looking for a beacon that could potentially be the size of a holo novel on a ship twice the size of the Maru was going to take some time, Good.
"So, any idea how to find this thing?" Beka asked breaking the silence. Dylan hadn't even noticed they had made it to deck C. he was too rapped up in his own thoughts, had she said anything else?
"You know, I was really hoping you would be able to tell me." Dylan smiled, andromeda had shown him various images of what the tracker could look like, but not how to find it. He had thought that beak would know how to locate and disable things like this.
"Harper knows a lot more about it that me, maybe we should get him." beak smiled, offering Dylan a way to run away.
"NO" Dylan almost shouted it, which made beak tern to him with one of those looks on his face. "Harpers working on the slip stream core, and we really need that up and running. don't want to disturb him do we?" It was a lie, but she might go with it.
Beka crooked her eye brows, "Isn't the slip stream core fine? Since when does it need to be repaired?" Dylan acted as if he hadn't heard her, which she knew he had. he climbed up the cargo loading ramp into the back of the ship.
Repairs were still going on, but it wasn't andromeda that was doing the fixing. Little robots were scurrying around everywhere inside and outside the haul. Beka thought they were adorable (and wondered if she could steal a few for the Maru.), but when she leaned down to touch one, they all scampered into the shadows. How disappointing. For a moment, Beka just thought that they didn't like her, but then she saw the path of scurrying little bots running from Dylan. Ok so they were just shy. Beka Laughed as the machines welded then hid, then went back to welding when they thought the coast was clear.
They both walked through the main corridors of the Dovolo, Beka being very close to Dylan's ass, but he didn't mind. Several entrences branched off to other ends of the ship, some of which had a solid red light beam across the entrance. Dylan wondered what in the hell they were, but was quickly informed. On of the tinny critters had been inadvertently chased in front of them, while trying to find cover it had run into the crew quarters, which was shielded by the red light, and POP, it was fried. Nice way of restricting the bots movement.
The crew quarters seemed like the best place to look, seeing as how the bots probably would have destroyed the transmitter if they had found it. Dylan stepped aside to let beka go first, always the gentlemen. The crew quarters were big enough to hold at least 30 crewmembers, which is about what Beka had guessed. Yet only 2 rooms were occupied, the first one, obviously captain's quarters, was filled with a king size bed, pillows, rugs, and a stack of holo novels that almost filled an entire corner. Men's and women's clothing were haphazardly thrown into the hamper, or its surrounding area. Obviously Mr. Orleans and Ms. Ragnor were sleeping together, scandalous. Beka moved to pick up one of the books that lay on the bed. Shakespeare, in fact, as she looked around, many of the novels were Shakespeare. Well, at least they went for the classics.
Dylan was moving around the room, checking corners and whatnot, trying to look useful. Beka dropped the novel and moved to join him. It was painfully obvious that it wouldn't be hidden in someplace as obvious as a corner, but poor trusting Dylan always looked for the obvious. She had to laugh when Dylan started checking though the holo novels, inadvertently knocking the entire stack over.
"I really don't think its going to be there." Beka choked down her giggles. She didn't ever really giggle, but there was always a first.
"Ha ha, funny. Please help me fix this." Dylan wasn't at all pleased, and it wasn't the least bit funny that beka was laughing either.
Beka knelt beside him and started gathering the panels and tossing them into the pile. Dylan was concentrating on the task, but Beka couldn't help but think of other things. His usual common wealth uniform fit him perfectly, to perfectly, and left almost everything to the imagination. now, after 2 ogamies, and a hunt of a transmitter, Dylan had shed his jacket, leaving only a black sleeveless. His muscles were tightly formed, especially his biceps. He had been working out less now that Tyr was long gone, but it totally didn't show. It was obviously the work of lots of pushups, which held the potential for so many positions. No, bad Beka, stop thinking of the nasty with the Captain, especially in front of the Captain.
But, while still scolding herself, beka had unconsciously started to caress Dylans arm. He stoped rearranging the newly formed stack and stared. Was she aware of what she was doing? did it matter? Maybe.
"Um, Beka?" Dylan asked, confused.
His words brought her back to reality. She glanced at her hand, then quickly pulled it away. the blood rushed to her face and she had to look away.
"I.. I'm sorry" she stuttered it out, not really knowing what to do. she had just almost groped Dylan, and now she was just standing here, like and idiot, great.
Dylan smiled, both pleasantly and almost satisfied. If he was a cruel man he could drag it out of her, make her say it and break her heart. Of course he wouldn't do it, but he was in the position to. Instead he reached for her hand, which made her glance back at him. Now it was his turn to blush. He pulled her closer to him, but didn't force her. she willingly let him lead her, almost in a trance. She tilted her face up towards him as he leaned down. The kiss was mutual, starting slow at first, but as they both became more comfortable, they began more to explore.
They tongues fought for dominance, which Dylan one, temporarily. He pushed her up against the wall and allowed his mouth to memorize the position of her teeth. He suddenly felt her hands on his bear chest, and he hesitated. Beka took the moment to force his tongue out of her mouth and into his. She forced his mouth almost completely open and took the taste of him in. Her hands moved up his chest, while his stayed at her waist, what a gentlmen. she could take care of that.Her hands changed directions and headed towards his belt line. She reached his happy trail when he let out a yelp, but it wasn't a happy cry.
He pulled away from Beka and looked down at what had caused him to stop. On his leg was a puppy. well at least it looked like a puppy. He had never been to earth, but he had seen pictures of dogs. The little yellow mut growelled and clung to his pants. for such a small thing he did have really sharp teeth. Dylan stepped back and lifted the animal up.
" well, we had an audience."Dylan stated comfortable. Beka blushed and said nothing. she took the dog from Dylan and decollared it. a small chip that didn't quite match the rest flashed. Well they found the transmitter. Beka took the chip and crushed it under her foot.
"Mission Completed." and she left.