Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Angel's Gift ❯ Chapter 14

Angel's Gift Part Thirteen

The silver skinned figure looked in on the group that were settling down to eat, a slight smile on her face. Quietly Roma entered the kitchen to explain to the busily working Milly, "I do not need to eat food. Would you mind if I attend to other matters while Marilyn eats?"

The redheaded catgirl nodded, "That's all right." Milly frowned slightly, "Just means I have someone else there to keep an eye on that Amara!"

"Of course," Roma said quite agreeably. Privately she suspected that Marilyn probably wouldn't be all that helpful to Milly, but she wasn't going to point that out. She turned and left while softly adding, "Have a nice dinner."

With most of the residents sitting in the dining room, the halls of the spacious suite were mostly quiet as Roma made her way back to the bedroom she shared with Marilyn. She entered, walking over to sit down at the desk. She leaned back a bit and closed her eyes, shutting out the world and turning her mind inward...

Opening primary data files.

Accessing format, records system.

Field report, Galactic Patrol Android Roma, 2003.10.09

I am maintaining and updating these reports in the hope that when we are finally rescued they will be of some use for our superior officers. And if we are not rescued, then I hope that these files may at least be of historical interest to those archeologists that might find whatever remains of my motherboards and memory archives.

For the past several years this unit and Marilyn have been stationed at a remote sensing post at the far edge of the traditional Galactic Patrol territory. I have remarked in the past that I believe we were both assigned there primarily to keep Marilyn, a child of one of the highest noble families of the Empire, out of danger, so I will not dwell on it here.

An all points bulletin was issued from the Empire, requesting that all Galactic Patrol stations provide any and all necessary assistance in recovering the Princess Jenna. Using our specialized equipment Marilyn was able to determine the world that Jenna had likely fled to, the third planet of a star commonly referred to as Sol.

Despite my attempts to argue otherwise, Marilyn was determined to take our patrol cruiser out and attempt to verify the data, rather than send a message back to headquarters regarding our discovery. As Galactic Patrol regulations clearly forbid an android officer from countermanding the orders of an organic one, I was forced to agree.

Our trip to the planet of Sol-3 was relatively uneventful, but our attempt to establish a stable orbit there was unsuccessful.

'Unsuccessful,' Roma sighed to herself softly, 'was putting it mildly.' They had been knocked right out of orbit and into a barely controlled crash, something she rather suspected was in part the fault of her partner's rather... unorthodox ship-handling. 'Now, how do I put this as diplomatically as possible?' she wondered...

Due to unforeseen circumstances our ship was dislodged from it's orbit. Despite the valiant efforts of officer Marilyn we were forced to splash down in a small body of water. Luckily, our crash point was nearby the primary nexus of our target's activity, and an short emergency teleport brought us directly to where they were.

Roma tilted her head slightly, thinking about that a moment. She had teleported to a location above the ground, knowing there was less chance of teleporting into an object that way. The two had materialized there in that little bookstore and fell right on top of two young women.

While Marilyn was gushing over Allison Roma had found herself meeting a brown haired woman's cheerful gaze. "Are you all right?" she asked.

The woman she would later identify as Kat had smiled slightly, "I think so."

After we introduced ourselves a piece of quick thinking on Marilyn's part quickly allowed us to integrate ourselves into the social web forming around Princess Jenna and her companions.

'Marilyn started crying,' Roma thought to herself with a wryly smile, 'and they felt so sorry for us they let us stay here.'

My impressions on the companions are varied, but I will attempt to record them all here. Princess Jenna is both willful but oddly kind, watching over the others protectively. Even relative strangers such as myself and Marilyn have received her generous care. Her servant/bodyguard Milly has followed her here loyally, watching over her Princess vigilantly.

Sometime after she arrived her Jenna bonded with an Earther, Allison Tennison. An oddly handsome brown haired woman, she seems entirely out of her depth in this situation. But oddly, she refuses to retreat, coping with things that should be far beyond her understanding.

The Quester Sharin was the first to arrive her after Jenna, and was also the first to become aware of the bonding. I believe that is a past friendship between the two women that prevents her from severing the bond by slaying Allison. She has reluctantly joined in watching over Jenna along with Milly.

Shortly after our arrival we came into contact with a bounty hunter, one seeking a reward for the return of Jenna. Using a remarkable grasp of tactics Amara confronted Sharin, tricking her into leading her back to Jenna. It's quite possible that Amara might have succeeded in taking Jenna, if not for a past connection between her and Allison.

Kat...

Roma opened her eyes, a slight frown on her face. When Kat had offered the job to her and Marilyn, she had felt an odd surge of happiness, one that she had difficulty explaining. The amused, warm glance that Kat gaze, her dry wit in handling what was clearly a bizarre situation for her, it all drew Roma to her, somehow.

An employee at Allison's bookstore, the books being a popular form of primitive data-storage here, Kat has been very helpful in our assimilation into this planet's culture, as well as providing valuable advice on their society.

Roma had to smile to herself, thinking of the whole 'panties' episode. Created by and spending the majority of her existence among spacer cultures she had little understanding of this primitive planet's codes of conduct. At the time she hadn't understood the sexual undertones of panties, or the odd fetishism they had here in certain parts of the world.

Shopping with Kat had been an interesting experience, not just because of the varied clothing but because of her own reactions. She had found herself studying Kat's reactions, letting the young woman guide her choices. She wanted to please Kat, though she wasn't quite certain why.

Recording End.

Roma got up out of the chair, pacing restlessly. She stopped after a few moments, then shimmered with rainbow light as she activated her holographic disguise.

"That's better," Roma murmured, her short red-gold hair falling into golden eyes. She stepped over to the closet, pulling on a comfortable outfit, being careful to remember the panties.

The others were occupied with their dinner, and Roma was able to slip outside quietly. The elevator took her to ground level and she walked out into the street. The sun was down, the stars glittering above her as she walked the streets alone. As she grew nearer the shop lights glowed merrily, and she smiled.

Kat looked up as the bell above the door rang, smiling as she saw Roma walk in. "I thought tonight was your day off?" she asked.

"I decided I'd rather be here," Roma said honestly, navigating her way through the shelves to the desk that Kat sat at.

"It's been pretty quiet tonight," Kat admitted as she set aside the book she had been aimlessly flipping through, "I could use the company."

"I'm glad," Roma answered softly, settling down beside her.

To be continued..