Arrival

[originalcopy]

[Church is looking around the Foyer wondering where in a dilapidated old base they had been hiding a poshly decorated castle entryway. Had he gone through a teleporter and not noticed? Those things weren't exactly comfortable.]

The hell? Did they let Doughnut decorate?

I swear to God if those idiots have dragged me into another Goddamn mess I'll fuckin' kill them all!

[Facing the choice of exiting into unknown territory and moving further into the structure he decides the best odds for finding out where he is are inside. Still, there was no reason to be stupid about it. He draws his pistol and carefully enters the lobby.]

Well.... shit....

[A giant lobby filled with plush furniture and what look like civilians was almost exactly opposite of what he was expecting.]

Comments

[inharperwetrust]

[Harper's walking through the lobby, a flexi in one hand as he's reading off of it until he looks up and spots...

...Man with a gun. Hands instantly go up.]

Hey, hey, woah. Is that really necessary?

[originalcopy]

Oh... hey...

[Realizes he's talking about the gun and lowers it, but doesn't put it away.]

Uh... sorry about that. In my experience, Freelancers mean trouble.

[He indicates the other people wearing armor like his. Agents York, Washington and South Dakota]

[inharperwetrust]

[Slowly lowering his hands, then. Harper has a phobia of guns being pointed at his face.]

I guess I can understand that. You new around here?

[Educated guess because the others have been around a while.]

[originalcopy]

Yeah... Where ever "here" is.

All I know is that here definitely isn't there.

You're some kind of civilian right?

[inharperwetrust]

Civilian? Well, technically I'm a Lieutenant in the Argosy of the Commonwealth High Guard, but I don't wave it about.

As for where we are? We're in Cair Paradisa, baby. Place of kookiness, craziness and inter-dimensional fun.

[originalcopy]

[Church has no idea where Argosy is but figures you must have a desk job then. A nice cushy desk job... jerk.]

Yeah, it's been a ton of laughs so far.

[inharperwetrust]

[Harper wishes he had a desk-job, sometimes...]

Believe me, from what I've heard, it's only gonna get worse. But don't worry, because I'm working on a way out. This isn't my first inter-dimensional trip.

[Hell, the amount of times Andromeda has been sent to another universe, you could call doing so a yearly vacation.]

[originalcopy]

Awesome, just what I need, worse.

[Church is probably the only guy that can make the word awesome sound like a bad thing, and uses it as such.]

So, you're going to save everyone by figuring a way out of this huh?

Wow... I feel less worried already.

[inharperwetrust]

I'm trying to. But even a genius like me doesn't hold much hope against folks who have been poking around here for four years.

Still, fresh eyes, yanno?

[originalcopy]

Yeah, I'm sure a genius like you will have it figured out in no time...

[Church is trying to keep his super asshole snark powers in check as he talks with the self professed genius "desk jockey". Church has a hard time keeping his snark in check.]

[inharperwetrust]

Now you're getting it, but a little more confidence would be nice.

[Looking back to the flexi]

All I gotta do is work out where we are, and things should be a peice of cake.

[Of course, this would be easier with the Route of Ages, but that was back on Andromeda with Dylan and the others.]

[originalcopy]

[well... shit. The desk jockey is serious.]

Ok, so how do you figure out where here is then?
Look at the stars or something?

[inharperwetrust]

If we were in the same universe, sure. I have some tracking nanobots that could place us.

[He waves the flexi a bit.]

Of course, we're not in the universe, so that'd be pointless. I'm talkin' multiversal tracking.

[originalcopy]

... so genius, how do you track across the multiverse?

I mean if you really are a dimensional traveler, then you must have a way to figure that shit out right?

[inharperwetrust]

That is the hard part. 4th dimension equations, quantum theory. It's gonna take some time.

[originalcopy]

Your little data pad not up to the job?

[inharperwetrust]

You assume I need a computer to calculate 4th dimension mathematics.

[originalcopy]

Hey, it's ok if you need a little mechanical assistance. Nothing to be embarrassed about.

[inharperwetrust]

I build mechanics, okay? And one of my friends is an AI. Don't talk to me about mechanical assistance.

[originalcopy]

Jesus, It was a joke...

I didn't mean to insult you or your calculator buddies.

[inharperwetrust]

And you're lucky Rommie's not here. A Warship's AI doesn't like being called a calculator.

[originalcopy]

Look, the only AI I've ever met was a homicidal prick. So, I admit I may be a bit biased...
I'm sure your "Rommie" is a great.... guy.

[inharperwetrust]

Rommie's a girl.

[And a smokin' hot one, too.]

[originalcopy]

[well, now all the sensitivity on the subject makes perfect (if somewhat awkward) sense. Like with Caboose and Shelia.]

I'm sure she's a great lady.

[Oh yeah Shelia, ok so he knew two AI. One wanted to kill him and the other one actually did kill him. But that wasn't really Shelia's fault.]

[inharperwetrust]

One of the most advanced AI in the known worlds. There's nothing Andromeda can't do.

And I get her all to myself.

[Mostly]