Ahh, man, all the lovely reviews! I feel so damn touched! Really I do! You have no idea as to how much I lve you guys and considering I've only been watching the show for like, a week when I wrote, 'I am death'! though…I haven't found my muse yet…what is one?! Do I have to feed it or something?! Lol

Anyhow, I am changing the style abit. Please forgive me if anyone finds it confusing. If there's a prob, then email me and I will try to explain it to them personally.

Enjoy

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Every morning, just a little after 06.00, I will wake and hear the rhythmic pounding of my friends feet as they race by my room. If I listen really hard, I can hear what they say.

Not that I want to. All they talk about is how they're gonna beat each other or Tyr telling the D-Man that the idea for a Commonwealth is stupid.

I hate it, why don't they go on some other route round the ship? Why the hell do the two always go round and past my room? Didn't they realise that the Harper needs his rest?

If I was in charge of the most amazing warship in the galaxy, I wouldn't go running around like a headless chicken every morning. I would at least wait until I had loaded myself with caffeine.

Even then, I'd still be pushed to actually go and do something constructive. I mean, the ship has some major pulling power with the fine looking babes out there.

So, imagine my surprise when…ah wait. That's for later. But as you are probably guessing, the Harper got caught with his pants down. Hell, so did Dylan and Tyr but it's not what your thinking.

Trust me on that. If nothing else in this woeful tale.

I can feel the peaceful morning sleep that I usually don't have finally drifting away. My body now yells, saying that if I don't get some caffeine within the next three seconds, my head will explode. Who knew caffeine withdrawal could be so fun? Next time, I'll try Flash. Easier to deal with the cravings.

Not that I'd know. Me being poor, ickle Harper. 'Mom' tells me to stay at least a million miles away from the stuff. Though, she gets to play with it. Another big people joke.

Next time Tyr calls me an ankle biter, I'll nano weld his nuts to the floor. I don't mean the metal ones in his chain mail shirt either.

Mom…Beka. She can be a right pain in the ass. 'No Harper. Stay here.' 'I'm taking Harper with me, I'm not letting him die here.'

Doesn't she know that I am old enough to make my own mind as to whether I wanna go get myself killed?!

That's when I hear her voice. Not anyone I know but I can hear it. The soft, gentle, really annoying voice.

Ahh, see, I bet that got your attention. Now, who's she I hear ya cry out. That's the later part of the story. I'm going to tell you the long boring, how we got to where I'm telling you about how we got here. If that makes any sense to you.

You probably have another question on your mind right now too. Like, where is Rommie?

Well, Rommie, the ship I made flesh, is standing right behind me. Watching every move I make. She…alright, I programmed her to do that. But it really isn't my fault. I have to do this.

Damn…why is life so bad? I didn't do Flash when I was a kid, I stayed away from bad men. I survived Magog and the lovely Nietzschean raids on the lovely hell hole that is earth.

Her usually expressive eyes, which I do admit proudly that I made, are blank. Like someone took a really big magnet and ran it over her AI Systems. I haven't killed her but I've hid her program so my new employer won't find her. Thing is, I don't know where she is.

The reason will come later but, why don't you watch a little vid? My head is killing me and I really do need my rest.

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Dylan Hunt, captain of the Commonwealth ship, the Andromeda strolled lazily down his corridor. An equally lazy smile on his good looking features. Everything was going fairly well. They hadn't had a problem for over a month and had he been a superstitious man, he would have been fearful.

Tyr though had tried to dampen his high spirits by telling him that things were bound to go wrong. It was the way of the beast and the universe to do that do good people.

But did Captain Dylan Hunt listen to doomsayers?

Not in a week of Sundays.

The one thing that he'd never be able to do is, beat Tyr. Every morning the two would go for their morning run around the ship and every day, he got his ass whupped. Tyr had this thing for cheating, although, he would never admit outright that he would. He'd simply offer him a smug, 'It's only cheating if you get caught.'

This morning though, had been a new one for the captain and the Nietzschean. Dylan had almost won. He was a few feet away from actually winning the circuit when Trance stepped out with her little plant.

He crashed into her, making her drop the fragile little plant over the deck. The young purple alien looked absolutely horrified and then told them that they shouldn't be running in the corridor, especially near the hydroponics bay. Tyr was roaring with laughter a few meters away from him. He'd never been so embarrassed in his life.

Well, there was that one time when Harper had gotten a little too drunk and had rewired Dylan's shower. Harper refused to show his face for the best part of a week until the captain had stopped seeing red. The resident genius had wired the shower to give out red food dye whenever the he went for a shower.

He wouldn't of minded, well, he would of but not to the same degree. He had a prospective Commonwealth member to impress and showing up with a red face and hair, certainly didn't really bowl over too well.

The incident brought a smile to his face, he was always impressed with the ingenuity of the young man. He still hadn't told him how he got past the security code and gained access to Dylan's room. Rommie was at a loss as to how he had rewired the shower systems.

The smile was wiped from his face as the ship was bathed in the blue battle colour lights.

"So much for the lucky streak," he said aloud.

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Chapter 2 up and dusted! Enjoy kids!