Hello, and welcome to my very first foray into the fandom of Andromeda.
Yes, I know, I have two other stories that are waiting to be completed, and
I am trying to do them too, I simply had more inspiration for this story
right now than those. So there.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, it's unbeta'd, so any mistakes are solely mine. I also don't own Andromeda gasp shock horror so please don't sue me, I have nothing for you to take. I'm just borrowing the characters, I will return them when I'm done, though they may be in worse shape than when I took them.
Um, spoilers? Well, anything I've seen is fair game, and I've seen well into season four, about 4x18, but I don't think there's anything specific. That may change mind, but there aren't any serious ones just yet. I think.
Anyway, enough of my windbagging, enjoy! And don't forget to R&R!
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Chapter 1: Welcome to Gestrin Drift
The Eureka Maru, otherwise known as Bucket of Bolts, docked gently with Gestrin drift. From the outside, the connection and joining of the two separate metal constructions was silent. From the inside, it was anything but.
"You got the list?" Seamus Harper's voice called over the clank and hiss of docking. The other figure waited until the airlocks had met and sealed before answering.
"Right here," Beka Valentine said, handing him his flexi, "and don't miss anything. Rommie gets testy when she has gas."
"I'm the engineer, Beka. I wrote most of the list. And I know just how testy she can get, since she usually gets testy at me."
"Well, you are supposed to fix her."
"I'm only one man, you know. Admittedly, I am also a genius, a good-looking one to boot, but still, I only got one pair of hands."
"Well, if you find all the parts for the AP venting system, then maybe she'll stop being testy at you."
"Yeah, yeah."
Harper nodded before the pair stepped out of the ship and onto the only drift in the known worlds that had every item they needed. Sometimes Beka hated flying on something as old as the Andromeda, but it wasn't like they hadn't had to scrounge before. Now that they were fugitives from the new Commonwealth that they had helped to build, they simply had to return to their old suppliers.
Those that they had left.
Beka glanced around the market area she was in, Harper having split off in search of some obscure part she had never heard of before. Seeing a promising stall, she wandered off, enjoying the feel of the station's marketplace. It could get boring on the Andromeda.
Not often though, she though ruefully. All too often, they were fighting, or running, for their lives.
She browsed the dingy store's shelves, sorting through the piles of junk, looking for some new pieces for the GFG drive. Rommie also got testy when she couldn't move.
Picking out a few items, she headed off to haggle with the owner of the store, impatient to finish the errand so she could enjoy some down-time, and possibly some shopping. She needed some new holo-novels, the ones she had were getting boring on repeat.
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"Oh, come on. That isn't worth fifteen hundred. I'll give you ten hundred tops, or I'm going elsewhere."
"No, no, that isn't necessary. Though if you make it twelve hundred, I'll throw in this set of logic chips for free."
"A set. For twelve hundred." Harper felt his instinct smirk and then whisper it's opinion in his ear. He reached for one of the 'logic chips' to inspect it.
The small nightsider intercepted his hand deftly. "Very delicate, those are. No touching unless you're buying, yes?"
"No. Ten hundred, final offer." Harper waited, his expression hard. Logic chips, yeah right.
The nightsider teetered for a moment, before nodding his head once. "Deal." He said, and Harper thanked him with a little nod before paying the dealer and collecting his purchases.
As he left the store, he crossed the last item off of his list with a sigh of relief. Funds were short, and he'd managed to spend two thousand thrones less than he was budgeted. Slipping the flexi into one of his pockets, he headed to the Maru to drop off the final round of parts.
"Always save the smallest 'til last." He murmured to himself. Climbing down the ladder from the cargo hold, he grabbed himself a Weisbrau.
Settling down, he took a few gulps of the sweet nectar otherwise known as beer. A few moments, he thought, then I'll go find Beka.
Sitting back, he propped his feet up on the counter and took another swig. Life was good.
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The bleep of the airlock bell woke Harper from his doze. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but at least he hadn't spilled his beer. He put the bottle on the counter before heading over to airlock control. Checking the camera, he saw one of the dealers from earlier, that nightsider sleaze.
For a moment, Harper considered ignoring him and going back to sleep, but when the airlock rang again, he decided that he'd better get rid of the creature first.
Opening the airlock, Harper glared at the intruder. "What."
"You are Seamus Harper, correct?"
"What if I am?" Harper stifled a yawn as the nightsider grinned.
"Then I am very rich."
Before Harper could get his sleepy brain into gear, he was hit with something small and cold. And then his sleepy brain had no chance of waking up as it was sent back into a peaceful, though now drugged, sleep.
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The nightsider grinned as the human male collapsed forward onto the decking. He turned to see a large Nietzchean step from around the corner. Two more followed, glancing distastefully down at the small man sprawled in front of them.
"My payment?" The nightsider waited smugly for the reward promised him. He, too, was in for a surprise as, instead of the fifty thousand thrones he was expecting, he received a bullet to the head for his trouble.
"Dispose of that." The leader waved in the general direction of the corpse, before directing his other companion to carry the limp engineer.
Without a backward glance, the group split and disappeared, melting into the shadows. Soon, there was no trace of Harper or the events that occurred, apart from a cooling bottle of beer and a dark smudge, one among many, from where the dealer had fallen.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, it's unbeta'd, so any mistakes are solely mine. I also don't own Andromeda gasp shock horror so please don't sue me, I have nothing for you to take. I'm just borrowing the characters, I will return them when I'm done, though they may be in worse shape than when I took them.
Um, spoilers? Well, anything I've seen is fair game, and I've seen well into season four, about 4x18, but I don't think there's anything specific. That may change mind, but there aren't any serious ones just yet. I think.
Anyway, enough of my windbagging, enjoy! And don't forget to R&R!
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Chapter 1: Welcome to Gestrin Drift
The Eureka Maru, otherwise known as Bucket of Bolts, docked gently with Gestrin drift. From the outside, the connection and joining of the two separate metal constructions was silent. From the inside, it was anything but.
"You got the list?" Seamus Harper's voice called over the clank and hiss of docking. The other figure waited until the airlocks had met and sealed before answering.
"Right here," Beka Valentine said, handing him his flexi, "and don't miss anything. Rommie gets testy when she has gas."
"I'm the engineer, Beka. I wrote most of the list. And I know just how testy she can get, since she usually gets testy at me."
"Well, you are supposed to fix her."
"I'm only one man, you know. Admittedly, I am also a genius, a good-looking one to boot, but still, I only got one pair of hands."
"Well, if you find all the parts for the AP venting system, then maybe she'll stop being testy at you."
"Yeah, yeah."
Harper nodded before the pair stepped out of the ship and onto the only drift in the known worlds that had every item they needed. Sometimes Beka hated flying on something as old as the Andromeda, but it wasn't like they hadn't had to scrounge before. Now that they were fugitives from the new Commonwealth that they had helped to build, they simply had to return to their old suppliers.
Those that they had left.
Beka glanced around the market area she was in, Harper having split off in search of some obscure part she had never heard of before. Seeing a promising stall, she wandered off, enjoying the feel of the station's marketplace. It could get boring on the Andromeda.
Not often though, she though ruefully. All too often, they were fighting, or running, for their lives.
She browsed the dingy store's shelves, sorting through the piles of junk, looking for some new pieces for the GFG drive. Rommie also got testy when she couldn't move.
Picking out a few items, she headed off to haggle with the owner of the store, impatient to finish the errand so she could enjoy some down-time, and possibly some shopping. She needed some new holo-novels, the ones she had were getting boring on repeat.
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"Oh, come on. That isn't worth fifteen hundred. I'll give you ten hundred tops, or I'm going elsewhere."
"No, no, that isn't necessary. Though if you make it twelve hundred, I'll throw in this set of logic chips for free."
"A set. For twelve hundred." Harper felt his instinct smirk and then whisper it's opinion in his ear. He reached for one of the 'logic chips' to inspect it.
The small nightsider intercepted his hand deftly. "Very delicate, those are. No touching unless you're buying, yes?"
"No. Ten hundred, final offer." Harper waited, his expression hard. Logic chips, yeah right.
The nightsider teetered for a moment, before nodding his head once. "Deal." He said, and Harper thanked him with a little nod before paying the dealer and collecting his purchases.
As he left the store, he crossed the last item off of his list with a sigh of relief. Funds were short, and he'd managed to spend two thousand thrones less than he was budgeted. Slipping the flexi into one of his pockets, he headed to the Maru to drop off the final round of parts.
"Always save the smallest 'til last." He murmured to himself. Climbing down the ladder from the cargo hold, he grabbed himself a Weisbrau.
Settling down, he took a few gulps of the sweet nectar otherwise known as beer. A few moments, he thought, then I'll go find Beka.
Sitting back, he propped his feet up on the counter and took another swig. Life was good.
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The bleep of the airlock bell woke Harper from his doze. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but at least he hadn't spilled his beer. He put the bottle on the counter before heading over to airlock control. Checking the camera, he saw one of the dealers from earlier, that nightsider sleaze.
For a moment, Harper considered ignoring him and going back to sleep, but when the airlock rang again, he decided that he'd better get rid of the creature first.
Opening the airlock, Harper glared at the intruder. "What."
"You are Seamus Harper, correct?"
"What if I am?" Harper stifled a yawn as the nightsider grinned.
"Then I am very rich."
Before Harper could get his sleepy brain into gear, he was hit with something small and cold. And then his sleepy brain had no chance of waking up as it was sent back into a peaceful, though now drugged, sleep.
-------------
The nightsider grinned as the human male collapsed forward onto the decking. He turned to see a large Nietzchean step from around the corner. Two more followed, glancing distastefully down at the small man sprawled in front of them.
"My payment?" The nightsider waited smugly for the reward promised him. He, too, was in for a surprise as, instead of the fifty thousand thrones he was expecting, he received a bullet to the head for his trouble.
"Dispose of that." The leader waved in the general direction of the corpse, before directing his other companion to carry the limp engineer.
Without a backward glance, the group split and disappeared, melting into the shadows. Soon, there was no trace of Harper or the events that occurred, apart from a cooling bottle of beer and a dark smudge, one among many, from where the dealer had fallen.