You guys don't mind ff7 making an appearance do you? Nah, you all are so cool. I don't own the game, square soft does and gene roddenberry owns the tv show. dang it

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"The name of the vessel is called 'The One Winged Angel,'" Rommie suppressed the memory of the once great ship. The thought of allowing another ship to be erased…no, murdered, in front of her was too much. The Commonwealth had her killed.

Beka frowned, "You knew her?"

"No," the ship focused her sensors on the once friendly ship, lying to the organic, "I'll try to contact her."

The bridge doors opened and out of them ran in Dylan. His face slightly red and out of breath. Mentally he thought about having the engineer look at the gravity systems. He was never this heavy.

"What's going on?" he ordered.

Beka nodded to the screen and the black ship in front of them, "Looks like we have Rommie's inbred cousin there."

Andromeda rolled her dark eyes, the Angel wasn't inbred. She had been a fine ship. It was tragic that her death had been ordered, never would the galaxy see a ship as honourable.

Andromeda's captain recognized the ship. He'd been ordered that if he located her, was to destroy on sight. The ship had taken on a life of it's own. Very much like the Balance of Power. Although, The One Winged Angel's avatar had gone on the killing spree. Claiming that he was the one true ruler of the universe before beheading the ship's captain and half of the crew.

It was a tragic way to end such a fine battle ship but when warriors became monsters…you had to draw the line.

Rommie's voice returned back to the present, "Dylan, she isn't responding. I think…that shot was just responsive."

"Responsive or not, I wanna know as to why she is still able to fire her weapons," Dylan stood beside the blonde captain. He placed a hand on the side of the chair, "Back us away. Easy."

The blonde made a noise of disgust. Dylan mentally rolled his eyes, she would never like his plans all the time. Especially when she didn't understand his reasons for them.

"Why? No one's home. We could salvage her," Beka argued from her sitting position.

Dylan's voice became hard, a voice he rarely used when talking to his new crew, "Expect the remnants of the AI."

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Alright, this next part is not what happened on the ship. I mean, why would it? Mind you, the name, The One winged angel for a ship's name is something of a bad omen.

Don't other angels have two? Ya know? The good little ones that go and do the whole granting wishes thing?

I like Rommie, I really like her….and it kills me to see what I've done to her. Seeing her mindless and blank like that…ah crap. My life sucks.

Anyhow, just wait til I plug in my data port and I'll give you the security vids to watch for The One Winged Angel.

Yeah, one thing you'll want to know is that, the Angel has a male avatar and she is a female ship. Very Freudian thing going on here.

Yeah, I know this story is supposed to be about me trying to destroy the universe and it is. Trust me…god, it makes me sound like I am trying to win some contest.

I'm not.

Though to look at me you wouldn't think I'm such a big hero or warrior but, as my old man used to say, 'Ya gotta watch out for the small ones.'

I'm Seamus Zelazny Harper, the engineer of both the Andromeda and the Maru. I have saved us all from the brink of death every second week. Though, who'd of thought that I would be the one that they would have to save it from…………..

……………oops. Sorry, forget I said that. I'm just freaking out now.

Hey, here we go. I now have the files and hey presto!

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Her avatar watched in amusement as his ship all but screamed at the Andromeda Ascendant. He walked over quietly to the command chair and elegantly jumped in.

"Angel…do you recognize the ship out there?" he softly asked, a smile played just as softly on his lips.

"Yes. She should have been lost to the ages," the female personality of the ship answered. Her voice hard and annoyed.

"So should we but nightmares have a bad habit of creeping up on people when they least expect," the avatar replied. He felt his ship arm her weapons and target the unsuspecting Andromeda.

He rolled his green eyes, "Do we really have to fire on her?"

"She watched as they tried to erase me!" she screamed, "What would you do? Hold hands and start singing camp songs?"

Her avatar smiled fully and pinched his nose, "Actually, yes."

Angel's hologram appeared beside him. She placed her hands on her slender hips and stared at him. Her purple hair fell to the small of her back and barely moved when she shook her head.

"We are not making friends," she hissed.

"If you would let me finish," her avatar turned his chair to face her, "I would of said, 'Yes, to gain their trust and once I had that. I would then deliver the swift wrath like judgement I thought appropriate."

The ship knew what the judgement would be. A swift beheading.

I always love the old favourites. They never go out of style, he span round in his chair laughing, long silver strands escaping from the loose clasp that had been clipped.

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I do apologize. But so far, I think it's going ok. It makes sense…right? And I love the people who review! Big hugs!