We Rule
Title: We Rule
Author: Katana
Rating: G
Summary: Harper's point of view during the pilot.
Archiving: Andromeda UK
Disclaimer: Andromeda is property of Tribune.
The itching was driving him mad, he scratched his neck again and noticed by the blood under his nails that he had broken the surface, he muttered his favourite expletive, "oh crap!"
There were other things to think about though, so a little skin inflammation could wait. The Andromeda Ascendant, wow what a beautiful ship, Harper had seen pictures, heard the stories, more legends about the might of the Systems Commonwealth and the Andromeda fleet.
Now the Andromeda Ascendant was within spitting distance. Not long now and he Seamus Harper would have his sticky paws on it and who would be the one they needed to get it going? Oh yes him the one and only. He wondered how it would feel to pilot that beauty into slipstream.
There was always a downside and on this mission it was having that fur ball, Gerentex around. Harper was very wary of the garishly dressed nightsider, but hey 5% made a person more tolerant.
A console demanded his attention; he saw to it and then clawed at his increasingly irritated neck again.
It was all right for Rev to be all generous and kind hearted with his share, but he knew just what he wanted. He'd heard all the stories about those slave girls and he was dying to find out if it was true, why if that freighter captain was to be believed…
He was interrupted from his daydream by the Captain, Valentine was ready to go, "Let's' Rock" she sent over the comm channel.
The operation to retrieve the glorious starship had begun.
Harper worked the engine room like a musician at a keyboard. Even with his skill there was a problem, cable number 10 was lost. They needed more power.
Oh but they were dealing with Harper here, he had a genius stroke, a brilliant plan, oh they so need me on this tub! He injected protons directly into the reverse AP tank.
"Oh yeah" That should do the trick; it does.
"I'm a god!" he announces proudly to the room.
However divine intervention doesn’t last long, engine number 3 has a problem, "oh crap" uttered again. But the quick thinking engineer fixed the problem.
He joins the rest of the Eureka Maru crew on the bridge. Through the window the awesome sight of the Andromeda Ascendant, now free from its 300-year trap.
Even the dream of the Harley Davidson pales compared to that ship. He had never ridden one of course, expect in his dreams. He had swung his leg over the magnificent beast, felt the response of the throttle at the turn of his wrist. Enjoyed the rush of wind in his hair and the promise of the open highway stretching into the distance. That elation was coursing through his veins now.
"We rule!" he exclaimed joyfully to the other crewmembers.
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