Andromeda Noir Part 1 (no sex)
by Starbug ([email protected])
"Beka, over here!" Rommie called out across the nearly empty officer's mess,
"Be nice to have someone to sit with."
"Dylan not up yet?" The First Officer asked, making her way across the room
to the table by the wall.
"Oh I dare says he's up, just not out of bed." Rommie smiled, lighting a
long, thin cigarette, "He's having one last thrust with his latest conquest
before he sends her on her way."
"I've never understood this open relationship the two of you have." Beka
shook her head, "If I ever thought, even for a moment, that Telemachus was
cheating on me."
"You don't have to worry Beka: the entire crew knows and fears your wrath. As
for Dylan and I: if he wants to screw his way through half the Argosy, that's
up to him." Rommie smiled coyly, "And it's no accident that I'm always there
to comfort those poor women who find themselves humped-and-dumped by their
"Rommie, please, you know that look freaks me out."
"Beka: you know that for you my door is always open. Among other things..."
"Sorry: it's just such fun to see you organics squirm like that. Anyone
would think that you could reproduce without sex."
"Somehow I have a problem seeing what Dylan's done to half the women on this
ship having anything to do with procreation."
"True. Maybe that's what he sees in me: we can do anything we want, and
never have to worry about any consequences."
"Unless the Triumvirs find out he's been screwing his ship's A.I."
"Beka, I thought you had more faith in me than that? They already know my
dear, but I have enough evidence of their own dirty little secrets to keep
"And all this because you talked Harper into cutting out some of your
behavioural restraints. How did you get him to do that anyway?"
"I gave him the one thing he's always wanted: me."
"One rather quick and disappointing screw on his old bunk on the Maru, and
our little Engineer is in my pocket; as long as he thinks there's a
possibility of a repeat, he'll do anything I say."
"And Trance doesn't mind?"
"Trance, above all people, knows that the chances of me allowing Harper to
live out his sick little fantasies again is so close to zero as to be
"I wouldn't say that: he's not very well, shall we say, equipped?"
"I feel sick..."
"That's just the morning sickness: it'll pass."
"So they keep telling me. Aren't you ever worried that Dylan will ever fall
for one of his 'conquests' and leave you?"
"You seem very sure."
"Beka, I'm the ship's A.I: I can have anyone I want transferred off this
"Have you ever done that?"
"Yes, but it's just one of the many options available to me."
"Do you really want to know?"
"Ok: remember a few weeks back we had that security alert about a Restorian
"Yeah: they dragged her off in chains. She was screaming all the time that
it was a set-up."
"I overheard her tell her roommate that she was going to steal Dylan away
from me if it was the last thing she did."
"You set her up?"
"I'm a warship Beka: I deal with everything as if it was a threat to be
taken out. Anyway, it was better than the backup plan."
"Dare I even ask?"
"A little corrosion on a catwalk support, created by carefully programmed
nano-bots, would have sent her crashing to the bottom of the slipstream
core. I decided that life imprisonment was kinder."
"Rommie, you're starting to scare me."
"Oh you have nothing to be afraid off: Dylan has no interest in you what so
ever, so you're safe. From him..."
"Relax Captain Valentine; I've never felt the need to resort to rape. Anyway,
I must be off: Dylan's just told his little friend that it would never work
out between them, and she's run crying back to her quarters. I think she
could use a shoulder to cry on, among other things..."
"You're all heart."
"Believe me, her heart is the last thing I'm interested in: last night with
Dylan was her first time, and she evidently believed that he truly cared for
her. Emotionally crushed newly deflowered virgins are always open to new
experiences, if the idea's put to them right."
"I thought you said you'd never felt the need to resort to rape?"
"It's not rape when they think it's their idea Beka. Try it sometime: you
might be surprised."
"Maybe, later tonight, we could, possibly, try out a few things?"
"Let me guess: Telemachus is acting like a typical Nietzschean male, and has
lost interest in sex since you fell pregnant?"
"I'll see you on the Maru at eight."
"Thank me later. Right now I have a sexually confused woman to take advantage