Yeah yeah yeah, I know, it's been a while. But I haven't had much time,
with work and all. Anyway, no one cares about that stuff, let's get back to
the story.
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Beka woke up late, really late. She groggily opened her eyes and glanced at the nightstand clock. It took her a few minutes to actually clear her vision enough to see the numbers, and even more minutes to figure out what they meant. Damnit, she was 3 hours late already, and by the time she got dressed, she might as well have missed her entire shift.
She rolled over in bed to bury her head in the pillows. Maybe she could just go back to sleep and pretend it had never happened. She grabbed the pillow from the other side of the bed and stacked it on the first. Unceremoniously, Beka plopped her face into the fabric. It smelled good. Nice smell, she sniffed once more, good smell, she stopped breathing for a moment, Dylan smell!
She threw her head up and looked around the room. The memories of last night came flooding back. Dylan was holding her and she was sobbing like a pathedic wench. Did he stay the night? He had to or else why would his scent be all over the pillows? Did she have sex with him? She really wouldn't put it past herself, but still it was Dylan; good little Boy Scout gentlemen Dylan.
Well, he was gone now. But that really didn't matter much at the moment. What did matter was beka had to pee before her bladder ruptured.
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Back in hanger 7, some one else was also waking up. Anjel was still very tired and very sore, but the tank actually did better than nano bots. She was out of the liquid and back into her familiar dragorian flannel sheets. It was fun to just lay in bed, snuggling into the sheets. It was extra fun if no one expected you to do anything else for a few days. Anjel rolled to her side and prepared to go back to sleep when she heard it, breathing. Tamerlanes breathing was much slower and deeper as if every breath could be his last so he had to take the most oxygen as possible. Stupid paranoid nietzschean. This was calm slow, but still very shallow and relaxed. Damnit, she didn't want to fight anything right now.
Without appearing to totally wake up, or even open her eyes, Anjel retrieved the blaster from under her pillow and trained I before the intruder knew what hit them. Opening her eyes though, she relaxed, it was only Captain Hunt. He sat in the plush overstuffed chiar across the room. He was relaxed and smiling, despite having a weapon aimed I his general direction. Anjel however was not so pleased.
"I reopened wounds for you? Ah" she let out an annoyed little gesture as she tired to sit up, which didn't work.
Dylan laughed, "well, my apologies Mrs. Anasazi."
Anjel smiled at this, "So ya figured it out? Oh god you have no idea how complicated it gets."
Dylan sobered," So how are you feeling?"
"I hurt", Anjel whispered almost pathetically.
"That's not a very nietzschean thing to say."
"Yeah well, I leave the Overman stuff to the pure bred nietzscheans. Besides, if you were going to hurt me I'm pretty sure you would have done it by now."
For some reason Dylan really liked this kid, even though she was a smart ass. But he had been dealing with Harper for over 4 years, what was one more Harper? At least until they decided to pull out, which Dylan actually hoped was not too soon. It was refreshing to have someone on board who didn't follow orders well, or take his word for everything. Anjel herself almost reminded him of Beka when she first came aboard.
Remembering his business aboard the Dovolo, other than checking up on Anjel, Dylan removed a plexi from his jacket. He stood and handed it to Anjel. "We received a transmission from a scout ship a few hours ago for you; you seem to be a very popular person."
Anjel grinned bitterly, "Popular yet infamous. These things are never good news if they ask for me. Have you gone over this yet?"
"No, Andromeda does not go through private transmission of personal or guests."
"Well that's nice." Anjel sounded genuinely surprised.
She handed it back to Dylan who obligingly placed it in the room's data analyzer. After a few second of checking for viruses and what not a hologram appeared in the corner of the room on top of the stack of holo novels. It was a woman, possible late 30s, wearing the crown of an alpha and a platinum double helix.
"Well hello, lady alpha." Anjel spoke to the hologram even though she knew it would not respond.
The woman moved across the room, pacing. "I see you are doing well, my little one. I hope Tamerlane is doing the same."
Anjel interjected, "This is defiantly pre recorded."
The woman continued, "News travels quickly in the universe. I understand that the alpha Kodiak has tracked your ship past our borders. We were afraid that we had lost you for a while. I understand that you have taken refuge with a high guard ship, and I would like you to extend my gratitude to the Captain in advance."
Dylan was a little confused. "Advance?"
Anjel was frowning, "She's on her way towards us now."
The woman stopped pacing and directly faced Anjel, "I am glad that my confidence in you was not misplaced Anjelicia. I am well pleased to hear that my son is still alive. However, I feel it would be best if Alexander was brought to a safer place. I have the utmost confidence in your ability to protect him, but it would be wiser if the Kodiak Alpha did not know his whereabouts. I will be with you shortly to discuss this further, Kala Out."
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Beka woke up late, really late. She groggily opened her eyes and glanced at the nightstand clock. It took her a few minutes to actually clear her vision enough to see the numbers, and even more minutes to figure out what they meant. Damnit, she was 3 hours late already, and by the time she got dressed, she might as well have missed her entire shift.
She rolled over in bed to bury her head in the pillows. Maybe she could just go back to sleep and pretend it had never happened. She grabbed the pillow from the other side of the bed and stacked it on the first. Unceremoniously, Beka plopped her face into the fabric. It smelled good. Nice smell, she sniffed once more, good smell, she stopped breathing for a moment, Dylan smell!
She threw her head up and looked around the room. The memories of last night came flooding back. Dylan was holding her and she was sobbing like a pathedic wench. Did he stay the night? He had to or else why would his scent be all over the pillows? Did she have sex with him? She really wouldn't put it past herself, but still it was Dylan; good little Boy Scout gentlemen Dylan.
Well, he was gone now. But that really didn't matter much at the moment. What did matter was beka had to pee before her bladder ruptured.
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Back in hanger 7, some one else was also waking up. Anjel was still very tired and very sore, but the tank actually did better than nano bots. She was out of the liquid and back into her familiar dragorian flannel sheets. It was fun to just lay in bed, snuggling into the sheets. It was extra fun if no one expected you to do anything else for a few days. Anjel rolled to her side and prepared to go back to sleep when she heard it, breathing. Tamerlanes breathing was much slower and deeper as if every breath could be his last so he had to take the most oxygen as possible. Stupid paranoid nietzschean. This was calm slow, but still very shallow and relaxed. Damnit, she didn't want to fight anything right now.
Without appearing to totally wake up, or even open her eyes, Anjel retrieved the blaster from under her pillow and trained I before the intruder knew what hit them. Opening her eyes though, she relaxed, it was only Captain Hunt. He sat in the plush overstuffed chiar across the room. He was relaxed and smiling, despite having a weapon aimed I his general direction. Anjel however was not so pleased.
"I reopened wounds for you? Ah" she let out an annoyed little gesture as she tired to sit up, which didn't work.
Dylan laughed, "well, my apologies Mrs. Anasazi."
Anjel smiled at this, "So ya figured it out? Oh god you have no idea how complicated it gets."
Dylan sobered," So how are you feeling?"
"I hurt", Anjel whispered almost pathetically.
"That's not a very nietzschean thing to say."
"Yeah well, I leave the Overman stuff to the pure bred nietzscheans. Besides, if you were going to hurt me I'm pretty sure you would have done it by now."
For some reason Dylan really liked this kid, even though she was a smart ass. But he had been dealing with Harper for over 4 years, what was one more Harper? At least until they decided to pull out, which Dylan actually hoped was not too soon. It was refreshing to have someone on board who didn't follow orders well, or take his word for everything. Anjel herself almost reminded him of Beka when she first came aboard.
Remembering his business aboard the Dovolo, other than checking up on Anjel, Dylan removed a plexi from his jacket. He stood and handed it to Anjel. "We received a transmission from a scout ship a few hours ago for you; you seem to be a very popular person."
Anjel grinned bitterly, "Popular yet infamous. These things are never good news if they ask for me. Have you gone over this yet?"
"No, Andromeda does not go through private transmission of personal or guests."
"Well that's nice." Anjel sounded genuinely surprised.
She handed it back to Dylan who obligingly placed it in the room's data analyzer. After a few second of checking for viruses and what not a hologram appeared in the corner of the room on top of the stack of holo novels. It was a woman, possible late 30s, wearing the crown of an alpha and a platinum double helix.
"Well hello, lady alpha." Anjel spoke to the hologram even though she knew it would not respond.
The woman moved across the room, pacing. "I see you are doing well, my little one. I hope Tamerlane is doing the same."
Anjel interjected, "This is defiantly pre recorded."
The woman continued, "News travels quickly in the universe. I understand that the alpha Kodiak has tracked your ship past our borders. We were afraid that we had lost you for a while. I understand that you have taken refuge with a high guard ship, and I would like you to extend my gratitude to the Captain in advance."
Dylan was a little confused. "Advance?"
Anjel was frowning, "She's on her way towards us now."
The woman stopped pacing and directly faced Anjel, "I am glad that my confidence in you was not misplaced Anjelicia. I am well pleased to hear that my son is still alive. However, I feel it would be best if Alexander was brought to a safer place. I have the utmost confidence in your ability to protect him, but it would be wiser if the Kodiak Alpha did not know his whereabouts. I will be with you shortly to discuss this further, Kala Out."