by Osiris

This is a very short story I wrote in a fairly short time, just to keep my hand in, as such.

Rating: NC 17

Catagories: Femslash, Crossover (Farscape), Rommie/Other, PWP

Summary: Lost in the Unknown Territories, Rommie finds someone to do

Disclaimer: I don't own either the characters of Andromeda, nor the characters of Farscape. Unfortunately. I'm upset about this. I want my Rommie! Add in Trance and Chiana and I'll be even happier. Andromeda belongs to Tribune. Farscape belongs to Jim Henson productions, I think.

Series: Maybe. If I decide to. Feedback may affect this (Hint, hint).

Timing: Andromeda- late season one. Farscape season three sometime. It really doesn't matter much.
 
 

Rommie sat in the nearly deserted bar. She had little idea where she was, exactly. Her main body was sitting in orbit, trying to get a fix on their exact position. It was the fallout of Harper's latest modifications to the Slipstream drive.

After a run in with a group of ambitious pirates, a few parts in the ships slipstream core were fried. Normally, they would just have stayed where they were, and used the Maru to pick up spares from a drift. Unfortunately, the system they were in was on the edge of Magog infested space, and wasn't the best place to hang if you couldn't leave in a hurry.

Harper had done some rough and ready repairs that enabled them to jump to slipstream. The problem was that the repairs gave out half way through the jump, and they ended up here, wherever here was.

After nearly ten minutes sitting in the bar, Rommie was yet to see a species she recognised. And there were very few in the Triangulum, Andromeda or Milky Way galaxies that Rommie didn't recognise. In fact, the only one she could think of was Trance. It was possible they had wound up in one of the really backwater parts, but so backwater that they hadn't even heard of the Magog? Rev had been enjoying the novelty of not having people scream when they saw him, and had taken the time to do some shopping.

Harper was off trying to find some replacement parts he could finangle into working with the ships engines, and Beka was carting him around in the Maru between the five cities on the planet. Dylan was up on the ship, holding the fort down. Trance had found herself a garden to visit, and Tyr had found himself an arms dealer.

That had left her on her own without a heck of a lot to do. She wasn't much good up on the ship. All the damage that they could fix without spares had been fixed. She would just be stuck up there sitting on her hands. Following the scavenging party around seemed pointless. After all, Beka and Harper could take care of themselves, and neither Tyr nor Trance seemed particularly in need of protection, either.

So, left to her own devices, Rommie had gone Species Spotting, to try and get a vague idea of where they were while her main self tried to determine relative star positions. Unfortunately, a large nebula a light year or two away obscured a large portion of the sky, and what they could see was useless. They'd need to slipstream a few light years to get past the nebula and see what was on the other side, and they couldn't do that until they could slipstream at all.

Of course, the nebula, for all the annoyance it was causing her main self, made for a beautiful night sky. She had chosen an open air bar, with a great view of the stars and the luminous purple cloud, which stretched from the eastern horizon over nearly a third of the sky, over a low mountain range to the North.

When they had arrived, the customs officials of the planet had interviewed them quickly. Her translator program hadn't initially under stood what they were saying, but after a few minutes, it picked up enough of the gist. The official had rapidly begun to get annoyed at the looks of incomprehension they had been receiving, and had only relaxed when Rommie had gathered enough data to begin answering their questions. When the customs officials had discovered that they lacked translator microbes, they had offered to inject them with some, for a small fee. A small amount of platinum from their metals stores had procured about a dozen doses, and a few tests by Trance had determined them to be harmless.

Due to her machine nature, Rommie had been incapable of actually being injected with the microbes, but a little analysis had managed to download the stored data into her brain, and so she could understand enough of what was happening to get by. After wandering the streets of one of the five cities on the planet for an hour, she had wound up here, sipping something called Filip nectar. It tasted like beer, but was apparently from some kind of oversized plant eating bug.

Through listening into a few conversations, she had picked up a few bits and pieces. This planet, Andreb, was referred to by most of the clientele as a Commerce planet, and she had gathered that meant a kind of interstellar free port. A few other references had passed her by. Some seemed to refer to races- she had picked up mentions of Scarrans, mostly tinged with fear, and another race called Sebeceans, mostly tinged with hate. Neither of these names meant a thing to her. There were no races in any of the six galaxies the Commonwealth had visited called by those names.

Possibly more damningly, she had no record of translator microbes. Those useful little symbiotic bacteria had never even been mentioned in her database, and something that useful surely would have if the Commonwealth had run into it. That meant they were well of the beaten track.

She heard the muttering of the dozen or so beings in the bar pick up a bit, and she turned and looked around. A young humanoid woman had entered into the bar. She looked human, apart from her grey skin and white hair. She was wearing a form fitting body suit, and was attracting a combination of stares and glares from the drinkers. A few more words had entered the conversation when she had been spotted, primarily Nebari. Rommie assumed that was the girls species.

The Nebari wandered over to the bar and smiled naughtily at the bartender. "A Filip nectar, cold." The barman bent under the bar and stood a moment later with a large mug of the yellow drink. The girl smiled and handed over a credit chip, then took a sip and sighed.

A shadow fell across her as a large, semi-humanoid alien hulked over her. He was about seven foot, with a kind of green-yellow skin tone. He was wearing a gun at his belt, and had a large and nasty looking knife strapped to his right leg. "A frelling Nebari." He growled. "Can you think of any reason I shouldn't gut you?"

The girl looked up at him. "And the frell have I done to you?"

The man growled again, then pulled out his knife. Rommie moved quickly. The knife had barely begun to descend at the girl when her hand snapped around the mans wrist. He grunted and glared at her. " Peacekeeper Tralk. Stay out of this!"

Rommie rolled her eyes. She had no idea what a Tralk was, but she got the message. "And let you gut her? No." Her free hand snaked out and grabbed him by the throat. "Oh, and not Peacekeeper, High Guard."

With a whine of servos, she lifted the huge figure like he was little more than a child and threw him across the room, where he hit a table with a crash. He tried to get up, fumbling with his gun, but a quick kick to his face put him down again, unconscious.

Turning back to her drink, Rommie found the Nebari in front of her. "Thanks." The grey girl said.

Rommie shrugged. "No problem."

The girl extended a hand. "Names Chiana."

"Rommie." Rommie replied. "What was that about?" She asked, gesturing at the unconscious creature.

Chiana frowned. "You haven't heard of Nebari?" Rommie shook her head. Chiana continued. "Well, my people aren't exactly popular. The government doesn't really approve of free thinking. In anyone. They've done a lot of things that other people don't really appreciate. Frell, I don't even appreciate the things they've done."

"Such as?"

"As I said, they aren't big on free thinking. So they use a couple of methods to reprogram your brain so you are what they consider 'normal'." Chiana looked her up and down. "I thought a Sebacean would have heard of them."

"I'm not Sebecean," Rommie replied. "I'm an android."

"Cool. Never heard of them." Chiana answered.

Rommie heard movement behind her. A trio of aliens were trying to wake up the unconscious one. "I think we might want to move. My Captain won't be happy if I happen to break an entire bar up."

Chiana nodded, then turned and drained her drink. Looking only marginally the worse for wear from it, she turned and lead Rommie out into the street.

Rommie decided she might as well continue asking questions. "So, are you a local?"

Chiana shook her head. "No, my ship just put in here for supplies. You?"

"About the same. We've been trying to work out where we are so we can get home after we've fixed a few things."

Chiana grinned. "Well, maybe I can pay you back, then. My ship has a fairly good set of map fibres, and they might give you some idea. I can take you up and show you. Since we've just left the most exciting place in this one drakk town, there isn't much to do anyway."

Rommie smiled and nodded in thanks. "I'll just tell my captain, then." She closed her eyes for a second and sent a quick update to her main body. "Okay, that's fine."

Chiana frowned. "That's it? You just close your eyes and they know where you're off to?"

Rommie nodded again. "As I said, I'm an android, a kind of machine. This body is the avatar for the ship, sort of the symbolic representation of the ships AI."

"Sort of like a Leviathan Pilot." Chiana nodded in understanding. She saw Rommie's eyebrow rise in incomprehension. "I'll introduce you. You got a ship to get us into orbit? If not I'll have to get Aeryn to bring a pod down."

"I've got a slipfighter parked about a klick from here."

As they walked, Chiana began to get a little curious. "So, where you from, anyway?"

"My original AI base was designed by the Shining Path institute, but I was initially activated on Tarn Vedra."

"Never been there."

"I'm not surprised. It's been cut off for nearly three hundred years."
 
 

The trip up to the ship was uneventful. Rommie was very impressed by the huge bio-mechanoid vessel, and had spent nearly an hour in discussion with Pilot before the subject of map fibres came up again.

"Moya says she is unfamiliar with the technology of your ships." The four armed creature said. "She says she cannot initiate a direct download of data into its computer."

"What does she suggest?" Rommie asked.

"Do you have some kind of holocam device?" Pilot asked. Rommie nodded. "Well, then set it up in Command. Chiana will show you where, and then Moya will flash the assorted images up for the device to record."

"That will take some time."

"Moya believes it will only take a few arns. Perhaps Chiana can entertain you for that time."
 
 

Chiana grinned as she led Rommie down assorted corridors of the ships interior. Rommie had noticed that the Nebari did that a lot. She had also noticed the Nebari's hips swaying in those probably too tight trousers she wore. She wasn't sure, but she was fairly sure that Chiana had noticed her noticing.

Of course, she had noticed Chiana noticing other things, too, and it wasn't a great surprise, all things considered, when they arrived in a set of quarters. Two people, nothing to do, both noticing the others assets, and noticing the other noticing.

The room they arrived in was large and eclectically furnished, but the important thing was the big bed in the centre. Rommie's lips met Chiana's, and she felt herself pushed down onto the soft bedcovers. Chiana clambered astride her, their lips still locked. Rommie reached around and felt for the zips that held Chiana's top in place. She felt the Nebari's hands on her breasts as their tongue's duelled.

There was a zipping noise, then the tight top over the pert grey breasts loosened and slid down Chiana's arms. There was a quick movement, then Rommie heard the muffled thump of fabric hitting a wall. Pushing Chiana backwards, Rommie latched onto the dark nipple on the firm breast. Her hands moved down and cupped Chiana's firm asscheeks.

Reaching down, Chiana opened the clasp on Rommie's top. Rommie's breasts sprang free, and Chiana's hands massaged the synthetic skin of the breasts. Pulling Rommie's mouth away from her breast, Chiana's lips met hers again, her crotch grinding against the androids upper thighs. Within moments, two pairs of extremely tight pants had joined the two extremely tight tops on the floor.

Grabbing Chiana's well toned grey thighs, Rommie pulled the Nebari's cunt to her face, and her tongue slid across the nether lips, then flicked the erect clitoris. Chiana groaned, then moaned loudly as the androids tongue pushed inside her. Rommie began to move her tongue faster and faster, and Chianas moans got louder and louder.

With a scream, Chiana came, milky white fluid flowing from her cunt across Rommie's face. Rommie lapped at the fluids, until Chiana rolled off her and laid in a panting sprawl of limbs. Rommie lay still for a moment, regaining her breath.

Suddenly, Chiana bounced up and moved quickly, a grin on her face as she spread Rommie's legs with her hands. Rommie barely saw the white haired head duck down when she felt hot lips on her slit. With a groan of her own, Rommie grabbed Chiana's head and held it in place, lost in her own pleasure as Chiana's tongue delved inside her. Her breathing came faster and faster as she built to a climax.

She felt the Nebari's lips wrap around her clit and begin to lick and suck, then two fingers gently pushed their way inside her cunt and began to move. With a loud moan, Rommie's back arched as she came, her vaginal muscles contracting around the intruding fingers. She felt Chiana's tongue dimly as the Nebari skillfully drew out her orgasm. After what seemed like hours, she felt the flood receed and, she relaxed back onto the bed.

Chiana lay down beside the tired android, her leg stretching across Rommie. She nipped playfully at Rommie's neck, then whispered in her ear. "So, do you think that was a good way to kill a few arns?"

Still out of breath, Rommie nodded.

"Well, you don't have to go anytime soon..."

Rommie smiled and turned her head, her lips meeting Chiana's.
 

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