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On Ships and Annoying Younger Brothers

[(Anonymous)]

This would probably be before they rescue the other ships from the Tartarus system. It's still sidetracked, but there is discussion of annoying younger brothers and some Beka & Harper nostalgia.

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Rommie rarely had opportunity to interface with others like her, and most of the ones she did interact with were insane. Speaking withThe Gates of Alexander again after three hundred years and having him be more or less stable after all of them was impressive. She was enjoying the chance to interact with her own, though she knew his presence worried some of her crew. She had invited the other avatar to walk with her, using that to keep him from any sensitive areas of her ship and avoid any of her crew being trapped on the other ship.

A human male bumped the androids as he ran, not stopping though he stumbled a little after the impact. Another human followed him, this one female and yelling loudly. “Harper! Get your scrawny behind back here before I shoot it off!”

One of the androids might have glared at her as she ran past. Rommie was used to such occurrences on her ship, at least between the two parties in question. She knew Beka and Harper well, though it had been some time since their last incident.

“Beka says Harper is like an annoying younger brother,” Rommie said, forcing a smile for her fellow avatar.

That time there was a definite frown from the other android. “That cannot be accurate. He does not fill the same function as Enadar.”

Rommie folded her arms behind her back. “I have yet to understand exactly what role he has on your ship. Felise is your engineer. Malina is your medic and environmental services officer. You have no official pilot, but that even that is not Enadar's job—”

“Enadar still gets lost on the ship he grew up on,” Alik interrupted. “Having him navigate would be an error.”

Rommie did not smile, though she thought she was amused. Still, that did not answer the question that had been raised. “And yet he remains on board.”

“He is family.”

That was an interesting term for it. Rommie had considered her crew that before, her family, but she had not raised them in the same manner that The Gates of Alexander had reportedly raised Malina and Enadar Kallas. Some might consider a ship a mother or even a father, but a brother. That was unique.

“You may take that as one of the peculiarities I developed after the fall of the Commonwealth if you wish,” Alik said, having observed the frown.

“I had been meaning to ask you about that,” Rommie said. The list of questions she had for him was long, and it could have been made much shorter by interfacing within the VR matrix, but Dylan had not wanted to risk it after what happened with Gabriel. “How did you end up as a single family home instead of being captured or destroyed in the war?”

“My memories of that are spotty and incomplete.”

“Memories are just data. Data can be retrieved.”

“It can also be corrupted and faked,” Alik reminded her. She nodded, and he shrugged. “Condensing the data to only the most relevant information...Years in the slipstream without a pilot, severe damage, and a salvage team more interested in building a good home for their future children than the profit selling me would have created.”

Rommie should ask for the less relevant data. Dylan would want it, would want proof of all Alik had told her. “You may have been fortunate, especially without a captain, as most high guard ships have gone insane without one.”

“I do not need a captain.”

“You have one now.”

“Vred is not my captain,” Alik said, reacting in the way a human would, both defensive and tense. He forced himself to relax. “Though... you are correct. Harper is an annoying younger brother.”

“How do you know that?”

“I accessed the historical archives of the Eureka Maru,” he told her as he walked away. “I suggest narrowing your search to something they refer to as the 'pineapple incident.'”

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“Never again, Harper. Don't you remember the words never again?”

“Yes,” he agreed with a smile. “Still, you have to admit that of all the things we stole and smuggled, the pineapples smelled the best.”

“Until we couldn't find a buyer and you decided to use them for experiments. Count yourself fortunate that Trance was not on board back then. She would have hated you for crimes against plants,” Beka said, shaking her head.

“Those were good times, though.”

Beka smiled. “Yeah, yeah they were.”