SNIFF I WISH I OWNED HARPER.
A/N: HEY PPLZ THIS IS MY FIRST ANDROMEDA FANFIC, SO GO EASY.
ORIGINAL CREW, AND YES TRANCE IS STILL PURPLE. I'M A SUCKER FOR PURPLE TRANCE; SHE'S CUTER, AND THE TAIL ROCKS!
SUMMARY: DYLAN AND THE ANDROMEDA CREW ARE STRANDED WHEN THEY CRASH LAND ON AN UNINHABITED DESERT PLANET. CAN THEY FIX THE SHIP BEFORE THE HEAT KILLS THEM…
TRANCE/HARPER PAIRINGS IMPLIED. (TRARPER) BCUZ I THINK TRANCE AND HARPER GO GOOD TOGETHER
STRANDEDCHAPTER THREE:
ROYALLY FUCKED.
It was cold, so cold.
"I-I-I suppose we d-deserve t-this?" Seamus shivered as he hugged himself, his knees held closely to his chest.
Trance sighed.
"Yes, we do." She answered simply.
There was a silence and then she spoke again.
"Why did you take the blame?"
"Because, I didn't want you to get into trouble, Trance," he replied, standing up and feeling his way around the darkened machine shop.
He was desperate to get out of the room, the lack of light was making him claustrophobic and the lack of heat was causing light-headedness.
"But it was my fault, I suggested the practical jokes!" The purple alien argued.
Seamus sighed.
"Trance, the last joke that we played, it was my idea, and it was nasty. Truthfully, this is a breeze compared to what I actually deserve, though that punch in the face worked well,"
Trance gasped.
"Seamus! You didn't deserve to be physically injured! That was bad of Beka!"
The engineer shook his head, knowing full well he did deserve everything that he got…
Meanwhile on the bridge, Dylan, Beka and Tyr were watching, or more listening to their current conversation.
Needless to say, the three of them had been shocked to find out that the whole practical joke thing had been Trance's idea, and Beka was satisfied that Harper felt guilty, while still feeling equally guilty herself.
"This is fun isn't it?" Tyr asked, smiling wickedly, his arms folded across his chest.
Beka nodded, "although I think they've quite learnt their lesson,"
The captain agreed with this and ordered ship wide.
"Trance, Harper? Do you think you've learnt your lesson?" Dylan asked, smirking slightly.
From the machine shop came a mixture of male and female babbled apologies and pleas, pleas to release them.
This forced a chuckle from the resident Neitzchean, and Dylan's grin became wider.
"Andromeda, release our captives," he commanded, and she did so.
Unfortunately, the crew had turned a blind eye to the sensors, at least until it was too late.
"Captain, there is a class seven plasma storm heading this way, at this rate, it will be on top of us in less than ten minutes.
It'll take more than that to get my systems rebooted. There is however a seemingly uninhabited planet near-by. We could land,"
Dylan scrubbed a hand over his face and again called for ship wide.
"Okay, Seamus, Trance and Rev, we need you in command,"
In the corridor, the two recently released pranksters, looked at each other and set off at a run toward the command deck.
Once they entered they returned to their posts all recent practical jokes, seemingly forgotten.
"We have a code black. A class seven plasma storm will be on top of us in less than five. We're going to try and land the ship," Beka explained, jumping into the captain's chair, taking the Andromeda ascendant toward the planet.
The ship rocked violently and sparks flew. They had been hit by the storm.
Though this weather event had no cruel intentions, it was deadly, dangerous and a killer.
Beka struggled to control the ship as all systems went haywire.
She tried maneuvering the ship to evade the storm, but it achieved nothing but a ruined slipstream drive.
"Dammit!" Beka hissed, as the engines took a major hit.
The lights flickered and then Andromeda's engines cut out. All systems were rendered in operable as the high guard ship plummeted toward the uninhabited planet.
"Fuck!" Beka cursed, trying but of course failing to get the Andromeda to respond.
Meanwhile, Seamus was scrambling around in the conduits of the vast vessel, trying to get the engines online before they met their untimely demise on the abandoned planet.
As they passed through the ionosphere of the world, clouds of gas rushed by, giving Trance a headache.
She was already gripping her purple tail in terror, adding to the fear of everyone she cared about perishing. She knew something like this would happen.
She needed comfort. The warship shook again, knocking Trance to her hands and knees.
We're all going to die.
She thought to herself as she scuttled toward her human friend, who was tinkering away at the Andromeda's key systems.
"Seamus?" she squeaked with an almost desperate plea.
He looked up from his work with a look of fear in his blue eyes.
Trance drew a choking breath as tears slid down her cheeks. She was so scared.
The purple girl closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing, as a warm hand grasped hers. She opened her eyes slowly to see Seamus with his own eyes squeezed shut, praying for the safety of the crew.
Rommie's hologram appeared in the conduit, flickering, threatening to disappear as she told the two to brace for impact.
Trance squeezed Seamus's hand as the Andromeda ascendant crashed into the desert planet. Trance's head snapped back and slammed into the bulkhead behind her. Hard.
There was a moment of blinding pain before she fell into a blissful black oblivion.
Seamus awoke to semi darkness and a throbbing pain in his skull.
He looked around desperately, trying to figure out what had happened and then it came rushing back.
The practical jokes, the plasma storm and the planet.
They had obviously landed.
"Trance," he whispered into the gloom. She had been with him, he remembered.
When no answer came, his heart leapt into his throat as if urgently trying to escape. He swallowed his concern and fear for his sparkly purple babe and felt around for his flashlight.
His hand gripped and arm, an arm covered in something warm and sticky. Blood.
Now his heart plummeted.
He had lost his best friend in the whole world. He bit back tears as his hand grasped the handle of the torch and flicked on the switch.
An eerie glow filled the chamber and the light fell on his friend, who stirred ever so slightly. He almost missed it, but it was there.
Relief flooded through his body and he clambered over tools to get to her side.
"Trance. Trance babe, c'mon, it's time to get up now," he called, shaking her gently.
She moaned and her brown eyes fluttered open.
"S-Seamus?" she asked softy.
He grinned. "Yeah babe, it's me, are you okay?"
She shrugged, and Seamus helped her sit so he could inspect the damage.
She was hurt but not to badly.
The next thing he did was checking the status of the Andromeda's systems. All were out, so the ship and the crew were stranded.
"Looks like we're royally fucked,"
Well here's chapter 3, hope you liked it. Plz review!
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