Ack…sorry for the long wait. Damn muses…(looks over to cid, Vincent, dante and harper) have me writing all sorts this weather. Really annoying. I'm glad that ya'll still like this fic and I promise to update more but I usually update one of my fics anyhow….
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Angel dragged Beka's unconscious form slowly down the corridor, cursing in every known language ever heard by mankind. She threw in a few knew ones she'd learned over the years in as well.
It would just be her luck to find that Sephiroth had a short battery lifespan. He never ever charged the small thing, they both figured that he would never have to. The silver haired avatar never left the safe confines of the ship.
She began mentally checking Harper's mind, looking for anything that could help her in her mad schemes. It helped having the small engineer cowering in the recesses of his mind.
She hadn't even thought about using his own fears against him until now. This young man had whole lifetime of fears kicking around inside of him, including some very interesting information. The entire Commonwealth library, just waiting to be accessed by some one smart enough.
Ohh…very interesting. Look what I have, Angel smiled slowly, You can build Nova bombs! At least I won't have to worry about finding them.
She felt nothing as she gazed coolly at the older blonde's cheek. An ugly looking bruise was forming. The captain could of gotten away with few injuries, why had she tried to talk to her? Why wasn't she following the set program for organics?
Run at the first hint of trouble, save one's own skin before saving others.
It seemed like Captain Valentine was very much like her former captain, one Parasindy. Attractive, quick, loyal…anger flooded her mind, bringing back memories of her former captain.
She would have the same revenge, kill Beka the same way she did her old Commonwealth captain! Controlling Sephiroth would be near impossible now but, once in a while, even she enjoyed getting her hands dirty.
"You know, I did ask you nicely to leave," Angel muttered, "but no…you had to get the stupid idea that he was still yours. Surely the fact that he looks like death warmed up didn't ring bells?"
The words she spoke, how they felt when she said them was bizarre. Not the way she imagined they would sound like or feel.
Humans looked so much simpler to the outside observer but controlling one was like flying through slipstream. Difficult if you weren't used to it.
If she was a sane little warship, she would of found it fascinating. A chance to ponder how things worked in the universe and a chance to experience a little bit of humanity.
Harper's hand throbbed in pain as she pulled a little harder on Beka, grunting as the Maru's captain was heavier than she looked.
"I always thought blondes weighed less…all they have in their heads is air," Angel grumbled, she found that she missed being able to change her own air colour. Her current favourite colour being the nice purple shade she had chosen.
It took her a few minutes to get the Maru's captain to the ship's brig, panting as she dragged the form in. Quickly she glanced over to the still form of Tyr, raising an eyebrow as she didn't expect the drug to be that powerful.
"Men who can't shake off a simple sedative, men with glass fists and women with steel jaws," Angel muttered, "What is the universe coming to?"
She straightened, rubbing her back. How can humans deal with the constant pains? Her stomach growled in…something. She rubbed Harper's stomach, wondering as to what was wrong.
"Humans…such frail beings," she frowned, trying to figure out the feeling but ended up searching Harper's mind for the closest feeling.
Oh…hunger. That's right…they need to get food every few hours, Angel shrugged.
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Dylan jogged down the corridor, thanking Tyr for all the races he'd been forced into. his reaction time was getting faster all the time. It unnerved him not to hear Rommie's footsteps in sync with his.
The ship's other avatars weren't even milling around, they stood like Rommie, motionless and lifeless. His ship felt like a tomb. Something bad was going to happen.
It felt like the ship had been infested with magogs once more and they had stopped drumming. That's when hell would unleash it's dogs, the deafening silence and then the pounding of their feet as they raced towards you.
He shook his head, clearing it of all unwanted thoughts. He still had nightmares about that day, Harper had apologized profusely for accessing Rommie's back up file but there was still a small part of Dylan who hated him.
"Tyr?" Andromeda had sent the man down to the medical bay first as he was the closest but had he received the message before she went offline?
No answer, not that he really expected one. Tyr wouldn't tell you where he went, he'd just sneak up on you and kill you if you were his enemy.
To Dylan's surprise he found that the med doors were slowly trying to be prised open. He spotted purple finger tips poking out of the small gap that had been opened.
"Trance?" Dylan called, "That you?"
Stupid question. Who else on the ship was purple? He chided himself for asking the obvious.
"Dylan!" the purple one exclaimed, "Are you okay? What's going on?
Your guess is probably better than mine right now Trance, Dylan thought mentally.
"I don't know but I thought you might," he replied, "How's Harper?"
Trance fell silent as Dylan stood in front of the door and attempted to prise the door open. She could see the strain on his face as he grunted in effort. She looked away for a long second, looking for an answer.
"I…something is very wrong with Harper Dylan," she finally admitted, "I think something bad happened over on the other ship."
Dylan stopped pulling against the doors and looked at Trance's clear eye, "What do you mean something bad happened?"
A sick thud was heard as Trance watched in horror as Dylan fell to the side, "Means an angel has fallen from grace."
Trance watched as Harper flashed by her, she pushed against the door, trying to open the stubborn things.
"Stop!" she cried out, "Harper! He's your friend!"
"Friend?!" Harper laughed, "Please, don't make me laugh."
Trance turned round and searched franticly in the med bay for something she could use as leverage and prise the door open with. Nothing seemed strong enough to do the task.
"Harper, please. Think about what your doing," she called, could she reason with this person?
Dylan could hear Trance's perfectly reasonable voice slowly clear in his head, the light friendliness in it replaced with concern and worry. His head spinning round like a carousel at a fairground. God, how he longed for the easier days when stuff like this never happened.
"Harper?" Dylan said groggily as he struggled up to his feet.
"What?" the word was accompanied by a sharp kick to his stomach, sending him back down to the deck.
Dylan blinked through tears and his own hazy vision to see a very ill looking Harper tower above him. What in the Devine's name was going on in his ship? This wasn't his Mister Harper, not his chief engineer.
That bastard Sephiroth lied to me, Dylan growled mentally, when I get my hands on him, his life won't be worth jack.
Something caused Harper to stop a second attack on the downed captain, the young blonde smiled.
"Tell you what, I've set a bomb in the brig. If you can disarm it within the next 5 minutes, your friends can live. If not…well, they won't," Harper said in a playful tone, "Starting from now."
Dylan gasped in pain as he slowly rose to his feet, allowing Harper to run off in the opposite direction. He didn't have time to go and rescue Trance, he had to save those in the brig.
Ignoring Trance's plea for help, he started his painful run down to the brig, mentally counting down the minutes and seconds his friends had. What in the Devine's name was Harper doing? Why was he doing it?
Every breath he took was painful, the engineer must of broke a rib when he kicked Dylan. He fought the urge to throw up as he bolted down, pushing the pain and the feeling down into the pit of his stomach.
He arrived at the brig's door, cursing at it for being closed but it opened easily, allowing him access to the room. His blue eyes darted across the room, spotting Tyr and Beka flat out in their cells.
A metal container sat in the third cell, a flexi sitting on top of it innocently. The container beeped and fell into a rhythm. Dylan carefully edged into the cell, holding his breath. Bomb disposal was always so much simpler when Rommie did it. No chance for human error, her heartbeat didn't race in her chest or thunder in her ears as she nervously defused it.
He span round as he heard a faint buzz from behind him, the cell's security shield had been enabled. He was trapped in the cell.
His heart raced as he walked over to the container, never releasing his breath. Cursing himself as his hand shook, he picked up the flexi.
"Dammit! HARPER!" he screamed as he threw the flexi to the deck.
Captain Hunt
Do you think that I would be that stupid and blow you all up? How insane do you think I am?
Best wishes
Harper
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