Rating: PG
Pairing: Dylan/Rommie
Summery: Sequel to Face the Music; Rommie and Dylan's relationship courses trouble when a planet founded by religious extremist asks to join the new Commonwealth…
Note: thanks to szhismine for the beta.
Intolerance
Rommie sat in Dylan’s arms in the shade of the tree on the
observation-deck. She pulled his arms tighter around her, and he responded by
kissing her on the top of the head. It had been six-months since their
declarations of love for each other, and Rommie doubted she could be any
happier.
She blinked, “Dylan, there is a courier ship approaching from astern. They
claim to have a priority message for you.” Dylan sighed, “Why now, we spend
time at Drifts and colonies, why now?” Rommie patted his arm, “You’re an
important man.” Dylan kissed her again, “Even when I want to spend time with
the woman I love? Why couldn’t you let it wait till later?” Rommie turned
her head so he could look him in the face, “You know the rules: I’m still
the ship’s Avatar. It’s my duty to tell you these things.” Dylan gave up,
“Ok, lets go see what it is all about.”
They walked to command arm in arm, but separated as soon as they passed
through the hatch: one more rule to their relationship. Beka had the watch,
“Message for you from the colony world of New Salem.” Dylan scratched his
head, “Can’t say it rings a bell.” Andromeda’s hologram appeared,
“It’s relatively new, founded 200 years ago. Mostly Humans, but with a few
others added to the mix.” Dylan nodded, “Ok, play the message.”
The main view screen changed to show a well-dressed man sitting behind a
desk, “Captain Hunt of the Starship Andromeda Ascendant, my name is Ulysses
Cain, and I bring you greetings from the world New Salem. We are interested in
joining your new Commonwealth, and ask that you visit us to evaluate our
worthiness. You will find our slipstream coordinates attached to the message. We
hope to hear from you soon.” The imaged faded.
Dylan shrugged, “Well, short but to the point. What do we know about New
Salem?” Rommie blinked, “An agricultural world near Than space. Used to
suffer from Nietzschean raids, but they recently up-graded their planetary defense
grid. Relatively stable government. According to our most recent records, a man
named Ulysses Cain is planetary head of state.” Dylan turned to Beka, “How
long would it take us to reach New Salem?” Beka looked at the
slip-coordinates, “It’s two slip’s from where we are, with about a days
sub-light in-between.”
Dylan smiled, “Let’s go.”
The entire crew assembled in Command in time for arrival at New Salem.
They each reacted in there own way: Beka saw it as just another dirt-ball,
Tyr made a note of the impressive orbital defenses, Trance said it looked
pretty, Harper said he liked the look of the beaches, Dylan was wondering what
he should look for in a potential Commonwealth member, and Rommie was wondering
if she could arrange some time off with Dylan, away from the others.
Andromeda appeared on the main screen, “Dylan, we are receiving a
transmission from Mr. Cain.” Dylan straightened his uniform, “Put him
through.” Andromeda disappeared, and was replaced by Ulysses Cain, “Captain
Hunt. I am so glad you where able to find time to visit our world so soon.”
Dylan smiled, “We where in the neighborhood. I’d like to invite you to a
reception onboard the Andromeda tonight.” Cain nodded, “Why thank you
captain, that is most gracious of you. I will be up shortly. I will see you
then.” He broke the connection. Dylan turned to Rommie with a smile, and she
nodded, “I know: arrange a formal reception, full pomp and circumstance.
I’ll get right on it.” As she went to leave, Trance grabbed her arm,
“I’ll help you.” Rommie smiled, “Why thank you Trance. I’d appreciate
that.”
As the two of them walked down to the observation deck, Trance turned to
Rommie, “So, you going to try and get some time away with Dylan planet
side?” Rommie laughed, “What are you, a mind reader?” Trance smiled,
“No, but since you and Dylan got together, we’ve spent all our time on ship
or at Drift stations.” Rommie stopped and nodded, “It would be nice to spend
some time alone with him. As much as I like being on ship, there’s not much
privacy, even with a crew as small as ours.” Trance smiled, “If you need
help arranging something, let me know.” Rommie returned the smile, “Thank
you, I will.”
It took Rommie and Trance two hours to arrange the reception, even with the
help of half the service robots. In the end, Trance collapsed into a chair,
“Don’t you ever get tired?” Rommie thought for a moment, “I don’t get
tired like you and the other do, but it does wear down my batteries quite a bit.
I suppose you could say I was tired.” She fell into anther chair, deliberately
exaggerating Trance’s own actions, making both of them giggle.
Dylan walked in, and was taken aback with the work they had put in, “Wow!
You to did a really good job.” Rommie smiled mischievously, “You can thank
me later.” Trance giggled again, making Dylan blush. Even he had to admit that
Rommie had grown as a person in the last six months: she was much more sure of
herself, and acted so human that at times he could forget she was an android. He
lifted her to her feet, “Well, now you can help me get into my dress uniform:
you know I have trouble with cuff-links.” Rommie smiled softly, running a hand
along his cheek, “What would you ever do without me?” Dylan kissed her, “I
never want to find out.”
The crew stood in line as Minister Cain’s ship docked. The airlock opened,
and they got their first face-to-face look at Ulysses Cain: he was tall, slim,
elderly man, dressed in a well-cut black suit. He smile broadly, and offered his
hand to Dylan, “Captain Hunt, I am honored to meet you.” Dylan shook the
offered hand, “Thank you Minister Cain. I would like to introduce my crew:
Rebecca Valentine, my first officer. Tyr Anasazi, my tactical officer. Seamus
Harper, my chief engineer. Trance Gemini, my environmental officer. And this is
our ship’s Avatar, Rommie.”
Cain winced, “Captain, I must worn you about something: there is a growing
anti-AI movement on my planet. New Salem was formed as a religious colony, and
some of the more strict sects believe that AI’s are a crime against God. I
assure you that nether my government or myself hold that view, but it could be
dangerous for your Avatar to go groundside at this time. For her own safety, I
suggest that you keep the fact that she is an AI secret.” Dylan nodded,
“Thank you for the warning.” He turned to Rommie; “You better stay on ship
this time.” She nodded, “I understand.” Dylan led Minister Cain off on a
tour of the ship.
Trance put an arm around a upset Rommie, “It’s ok Rommie; we won’t let
anything happen to you.” Rommie nodded, “I know, but now I can’t spend
anytime alone with Dylan.” Trance hugged her friend as she started to cry,
“It’s ok, we’re work something out.” Rommie sobbed, “We love each
other, why can’t the rest of the universe accept that and leave us be?”
No one had noticed the face at the airlock window, a face that now
disappeared.
Walking back to the Ministers ship, David Stone, head of Cain’s personal
security, opened a channel to the planet, “Raven to Shepard: reports of an AI
onboard the Andromeda Ascendant confirmed. Also, the abomination appears to be
closely attached to the ship’s captain. I suggest we use that to our
advantage. Raven out.”
Down on New Salem, Helena Stark, Cain’s deputy smiled. So, that old fool
Cain thought he could use the Andromeda Ascendant against God’s true
believers? Well, she would soon stop him. She un-locked a drawer in her desk and
pulled out a transmitter, “This is Shepard calling all flock members:
Operation Damocles is Go! Go! Go!” Putting the radio back in the draw, she
smiled anew: soon SHE would lead New Salem back onto the one true path.
The reception went well, and Minister Cain was very forthcoming when Dylan
asked about New Salem. The two of them where chatting quietly when Rommie
interrupted them, “I’m sorry, but there is a incoming communication for
Minister Cain. It’s your deputy, she says it’s urgent.” Cain nodded, “Is
there somewhere I can take it privately?” Dylan nodded, “There is a com-unit
just outside the door.” Cain thanked them, and disappeared off for a few
minuets.
When he came back, he was visibly shaken, “I’m sorry Captain Hunt, but I
will have to cut this visit short: a minority of my government is worried about
losing our independence if we join the Commonwealth, and are trying to stage a
vote to block the motion. I must go back down and try to alleviate their
fears.” Dylan nodded, “Would it help if I came with you, told them what we
are trying to accomplish by rebuilding the Commonwealth?” Cain scratched his
head, “It may do, and it may not. Any help you can give me would be
appreciated.” Dylan called Beka over and told her what was happening,
“We’re take the Maru down. That way we can easily return when we need to.”
Beka nodded 2C “I’ll go prep for launch.” Beka turned to Tyr, “You're in
command till we get back. Try not to start a war.” Tyr nodded, “I’ll do my
best.”
Dylan turned to Rommie, “You’re going to have to stay here this time.”
Rommie nodded, doing her best to hide her emotions, “Come back safe.”
The Eureka Maru landed next to Cain’s ship, and the Dylan and Beka followed
the First Minister to his office. The double-doors opened, and Cain stopped
short: a dozen armed soldiers filled the room, gun pointed at the three
newcomers. A large chair behind Cain’s desk span round, reviling Stark, an
evil grin on her face. Cain was in shock, “Helena? What is going on here?”
Stark smiled, “Come know Ulysses, aren’t you going to introduce us?” Cain
was to shocked to do anything but comply, “Captain Hunt, Miss Valentine, this
is Minister Helena Stark, my deputy.” Stark shook her finger, “Deputy no
more: I’m First Minister now.” Dylan was confused, but decided to try and
broker peace, “What do you want?” Stark smiled, “Nothing much: just your
Androids head on a silver platter.”
Dylan was shocked, “What do you want with Rommie?” Stark glared at him,
“So, the abomination has a name, does it?” Cain was still trying to come to
terms with what had happened, “Helena, what’s come over you?” Stark
laughed, “Nothing's come over me Old Man: I’ve always been like this, but
you where to weak to notice. And now it’s time for you to retire.
Permanently.”
There was a gunshot, and Cain looked down to see blood poring from a wound in
his stomach. His last thought was: why doesn’t it hurt? His body fell to the
floor, his lifeless eyes staring up at Dylan. Stark smiled, “Captain Hunt,
I’d like you to meet my predecessors head of security, Mark Stone.” Dylan
turned to see Stone, smoking gun in hand, smiling. Stark continued, “Who has
just shot the first minister. Regrettably, my security detail were to upset to
try and take him alive.” A dozen guns went off, and Stone’s ragged corps
fell next to Cain’s.
Stark pulled a gun, “Thankfully we where able to capture two off-worlders
who may have been involved. They are, ‘helping us with our enquiries’, I
believe the term is.” Stark walked round from behind the desk, and stood
before Dylan and Beka, “Hand over the abomination and you may go free. Refuse,
and watch as our planetary defense grid destroys your ship, then face public
execution. Choose.”
Dylan was too shocked to speak, so Beka stepped in, “What do you hope to
gain from this?” Stark grinned, “What do I hope to gain? The destruction of
abomination your captain is so fond of. Oh yes, we know about that. The late Mr.
Stone was able to discover that much while on your ship. I must say Captain
Hunt: fornicating with an android? You sicken me. Now, let’s go see what your
crew has to say about this.”
Tyr was sitting in the pilot’s chair, reading, when alarms started going
off. He dropped his book as he stood up, “Ship, what’s going on?”
Andromeda’s image filled the main screen, “New Salem’s planetary defense
grid just came on line. Over two-dozen fissions-cannons and missile-batteries
have locked on to us. Incoming communication from the planet.” Tyr sat back
down, “Put it through.” Andromeda’s image was replaced with Starks,
“This is First Minister Helena Stark calling the Andromeda Ascendant,
respond.” Tyr nodded, “This is Tyr Anasazi, ranking officer onboard. Why
have you targeted us?”
Stark grinned, “Blunt and confrontational: just what I’d expect from an
Uber. Who is the senior Human onboard?” Tyr blinked, “You want to talk to
Harper?” Stark shrugged, “If that is their name, yes.” Tyr activated the
com-system, “Mr Harper to command, at the double.” Less than a minute passed
before Harper came careening thorough the hatch, Trance not far behind,
“What’s going on?” Tyr pointed at the screen; “This ‘woman’ wants to
talk to the highest ranking human on ship. It appears that I don’t count.”
Confused, Harper looked at the screen, “So, how can I help you?”
Stark smiled, “It’s very simple: If you don’t hand over your android to us in the next hour, your ship will be destroyed, then your Captain and First Officer will be executed.” Harper blinked, “Er, can you give us a moment to think this over?” Stark nodded, “Very well: I will contact you again in five standard minutes.” The screen went dead.
Harper looked at the blank screen, “Why does this crap have to happen to
me?” He turned to face Tyr, “What the hell am I supposed to do?” Trance
jumped into the conversation, “We can’t hand Rommie over to them: their kill
her.” Tyr nodded, “For once, the three of us are in agreement: we cave into
them on this, there is no reason to believe they will not just make another
demand.” Harper looked at him, “That’s a very Nietzschean way of looking
at it Tyr, but I’m glad that you’re with us on this.”
Andromeda’s holographic form appeared before them, “I can’t take on a
planetary defense grid, but I shear Tyr’s assessment of the situation: we
can’t give in.” Harper turned to the hologram, “Does Rommie know?”
Andromeda nodded, “She’s my Avatar: she knows everything I know.” Harper
sighed, “And let me guess: she’s on her way to a hanger deck, intent on
giving herself up to save Dylan.” Andromeda nodded, “She loves him, and will
do anything to protect him.” Harper suddenly smiled, “I got a plan: Trance,
you have to get to Rommie before she reaches the hanger. I’ll explain more
then. I just hope we’re in time.”
Down on New Salem, Dylan found himself strapped to an interrogation chair.
Stark stood before him, “Tell me Captain Hunt, do you believe in God?” Dylan
nodded, making Stark smile, “And so you believe you have an immortal soul?”
Dylan looked at her, unsure where this was going, “I suppose so.” Stark
grabbed him by the collar and brought her face within inches of his, “Then who
do you risk it by your relationship with that abomination you call Rommie?”
Dylan pulled his head back as far as he could, “Because I love her, and she
loves me.” Stark slapped him hard across the face, “You really expect me to
believe that an AI can truly love someone? Let’s see what your shipmates have
to say on the matter.”
Stark activated the com-unit built into the wall in front of Dylan: Harper's
face appeared after a moment, “Rommie’s on her way down in a drop-pod
now.” Stark smiled, “Excellent. Your captain will be released as soon as it
has been dealt with.” She cut the link and turned back to Dylan, “Look’s
like your crew has more brains then you do: they are unwilling to risk their
lives for an AI.”
Dylan blinked, confused by what had just happened: Harper had sent Rommie to
her death to save his own skin. Back on Castalia, he had been willing to confess
to the murder of President Lee in order to save Andromeda. What could have made
Harper change so much? Was it his relationship with Rommie? Had that upset the
normally jovial engineer so much that he would do this? No: Harper still had
feelings for Rommie, but did his best to hide them out of respect for Rommie’s
feelings. Trance would never do something like that, which left only one person:
Tyr. The Nietzschean had never warmed to Rommie, and had continued to call her
Ship until she had become involved with Dylan. It was possible that Tyr had
forced Harper and Trance to keep out of the way. Rommie had proved before that
that she was willing to die to save her captain, the man she loved.
Stark undid the bound that tied Dylan to the chair, but kept him handcuffed,
“Come, see God’s will in action.”
Dylan and Beka where lead out to the landing field where they had landed the
Maru only hours before. Guards surrounded the cargo ship, guns up and ready.
Stark stopped behind a computer conical set up on a table. The screen showed a
radar image of the sky above the spaceport. A blip on the screen was slowly
descending. Dylan swallowed: it was the drop-pod carrying Rommie to her death.
Stark turned to her two prisoners, “And now you will see the fate of all
abominations before the eyes of God. You will see his justice done.” Dylan
pleaded with the First Minister, “What did Rommie ever do to you?” Stark
glared at him, “It was created. Then it corrupted you and your entire crew
into believing that it had true emotions. Then it corrupted you even further by
making you believe you loved it.” Dylan struggled to free himself of the
guards that held him back, “Her name is Rommie! And she’s more of a human
being than you will ever be!” Stark smiled, “Soon she will be nothing more
than a dark stain on your soul.”
There was an ear-splitting roar as the drop-pod came into view, trailing
smoke. There was a flash as its retro-rockets fired, slowing it for landing. The
assembled guards aimed their weapons at the drop-pod, ready for any trouble. The
smoke cleared, and the hatch opened. Dylan began to cry as Rommie stepped out,
wearing a long flowing robe. She turned to Stark, “Here I am: let them go.”
Stark grinned, “I will, but only after they have seen your execution.” She
punched a command into the computer.
High in orbit, one of the fission-cannons turned to face the planet. A beam
of pure energy shot down from the sky and impacted where Rommie was standing:
designed to deal with attacking warships, the cannon vaporized the android
instantly.
Dylan’s legs gave way and he fell to the ground in shock. Beka started to
cry.
Stark turned to them, “Now you may leave. I suggest you never return.” A guard unlocked their handcuffs, and Beka pulled Dylan to his feet: his eyes where un-focused, his expression blank. The only sign that he was still conscious were the tires running down his cheeks. Without looking at Stark, Beka led him to the Maru.
The trip back to Andromeda was conducted in silence: Dylan sat comatose in
the galley while Beka piloted. Andromeda was already pulling away from New
Salem, and Beka was glad to see the last of the planet that had claimed
Rommie’s life, and perhaps Dylan’s mind. She landed the Maru in it’s usual
spot, and lead Dylan through the Airlock. Dylan stood unmoving in the corridor
outside the hanger, un-willing to think about what had happened.
A voice from behind him called out, “Dylan.”
Dylan turned round and was blinded by the flash of a camera going off. He
blinked, trying to get his eyes to clear, and looked again: Stood against the
bulkhead, a grinning Harper and Trance at her side, was Rommie, “Hi lover.
Miss me?”
Dylan gasped, “But you? How the? What the?” Harper laughed, handing his
camera to Trance, “Just call me Seamus Z Harper, Magician Extraordinaire. You
really think we’d let Rommie go down there to get killed?” Beka was also in
shock, “How did you do it?” Harper smiled, “Well, I’d hate to give up
all my secrets, but it went like this: Rommie was ready to give herself up to
save Dylan, when I had a brainwave; that crazy Stark woman wanted an Android, so
we’d give her one. Or to be more precise, we’d give her an Mk.3 service
android fitted with a few of Rommie’s spare parts. Trance grabbed a robe from
medical to hide its body and legs.”
Andromeda’s holographic form appeared, “And I operated it by remote
control. It was Tyr’s idea to use a Lancer drop-pod. It hid the fact that the
Mk.3 lack’s the dexterity to handle a ship on it’s own.” Trance smiled,
“They saw what they wanted to see. It’s not out fault that they got it
wrong.” Beka looked at the four of them, “You really are a devious lot. I
can’t believe you pulled it off: you even fooled me and Dylan.”
Dylan was still in shock, so Rommie walked up to him and planted a kiss on
his lips, “You really think I’d let you go that easily?” Dylan seemed to
come to, “Don’t ever do anything like that again: I’ve never been so
scared in my life.” Rommie smiled as she put her arms around him, “Well at
least I now know how you truly feel about me.”
Trance turned to the others; “I think we should give them some time alone.
And I can use your help with something I have planned.” With that, she led the
confused Beka and Harper off, leaving Dylan and Rommie alone.
Tyr took the ship out of range of New Salem’s Planetary Defence Grid before
handing over the controls to Beka, “I suggest you get us out of here as fast
as you can.” Beka nodded, and took the Andromeda into slipstream.
“Is this really necessary?” asked a blindfolded Dylan as he was led along
the corridor. Rommie giggled, “What can I say: I just like having you at my
mercy.”
They finally reached the observation deck, and Rommie took the blindfold off.
Dylan gasped: under the tree sat a tent, and a fire burned invitingly,
“What’s all this for?” Rommie hugged his arm, “Well, I had been hopping
to arrange some time alone with you on New Salem, but that went up in smoke the
moment Minister Cain told us about the anti-AI movement. This was Trance’s
compromise.”
Dylan looked down at her, “But we have duty-shifts.” Rommie shook her
head, “Not for the next two days we don’t. I’ve arranged it with the
others, and their going to cover for us. Andromeda can do without me for that
long, and you need time to get over that nasty shock you had.” With that, she
led him over to the fire. Dylan looked around: there was everything they would
need for two days, “But how can we justify this?” Rommie put her arms around
him, “Well, you’ve been working very hard, and need some time off. You once
told me I needed to relax and go with the music.” With that, the air was
filled with the sound of a band playing a slow waltz.
Rommie smiled as Dylan recognized the music, “This is what the band was
playing when I asked you to dance at the FTA dinner!” Rommie took his hands,
“Shall we?” Dylan smiled, taking her in his arms “We shall.”
They began to dance slowly in the firelight as the stars drifted-by outside.
The End