Omega 3.01

Omega 3.01

"She's a half breed." Macy commented while digging for anything that might suit her. She wasn't very curvy so for now his wardrobe would do until they could find something more her style.
"You remind me of the mice in that old kid's move. A new one gets caught in a cage and you just adopt them. You warn them about the cat, but in the end they face it alone." Gracin was standing not far off, watching his pseudo-husband.
Macy blinked slowly before standing upright and looking at his lover. "Gracin, I don't have a clue what you're talking about, but I think you just insulted my crew."
Gracin sighed and sat down slowly across from where Macy was digging though clothes. "Just don't be too hard on her, Mace. She probably had a much different past and she might not be as hardened as you are."
The red-head folded a pair of pants slowly. "I didn't start hard either Grace."
"No, but you can't be treating her like you're him. Thrace will be hard enough on her. You need to be her Z-"
"Gracin. Don't tell me how to do my job." Macy pulled out a sweater and put it with the pants.
"Job? This is a job?"
"Don't start this Gracin. Not now."
"Alright." He nodded and sighed. "Okay. Fine. Go on."
Macy sighed and kissed him sweetly before gathering the clothes and heading out. They had been fighting more lately. Soon it wouldn't end so gently. He tried to compose himself and ended up pausing for a moment to fix his hair. It was grown out again, longer than before it had been cut a quarter of a century ago. He pushed the long silver locks behind his ears and looked out a window. His twenty something year old reflection stared back at him along with a few million stars. One of the locks of silver fell forward and he sighed. A very old human song came to mind. "Forever young." He sighed again. "God I hope not." He tossed his hair back and continued on.

Lila smiled pleasantly as Macy strolled in. She was an Amazon goddess and he couldn't help but notice anytime he saw her. Her dark skin was like midnight in the country and contrasted in the most beautiful way with her crimson hair that cascaded over her shoulder and back. Every voluptuous curve of her well-toned body was easily visible in her spandex attire that covered what bit of skin she chose to modestly cover. "She slept the whole time." Her voice was rich and mysterious, like the rest of her. Of all the crew, Macy knew the least about her and had oddly spent quite a bit of time with her. The most he knew is she had never aged; was at one point married to a priest- meaning too that she herself was very religious in a way-, and that she had been CIA before they disbanded over a century ago. Apparently, she was also an amazing doctor. And more frighteningly, she was dating the other doctor on the ship.
"Good. . . I'm going to need a hair cut soon." He kissed her cheek and set the clothing on her desk.
"I'll say. You could weave a carpet with that." She ruffled his mop of hair. Some part of his soul shivered and envied a few men who had been in her very private quarters.
"Oh come on, people walk over me enough as is." They laughed lightly at that.
"I'll get her changed, you wait here."
"Lila, you know girls make me nervous."
"I'm a girl."
"You're a woman."
"True. True." She laughed again and went to get Sophia prepared as best she could, but other than being dressed it was hard to prepare for the crew of the Omega. It took a few minutes before the doctor came back. "She's decent."
"Thanks." He hummed a tune as he wandered over to Sophia who greeted him with a weary look.
Before he could say a word she stated, "I'll stay, but don't be surprised if I leave the first time you port somewhere."
Macy almost smiled. "I had the same thought when I first woke up here in that bed."
"Why'd you come back?"
"Well, mostly because I fell in love, and partly because I was safe here."
She was silent for a few seconds before pushing the conversation. "With who?'
He sighed quietly and sat next to her. "Zion at first. Then Lila and Stita. Then Crux. Then Thrace and Stargon. And Sei. Eventually this ship and her crew became home and family to me. And it was damn hard to leave 'er, but I thought I had to. I decided to come back when they came to my rescue. It was pretty damn obvious I couldn't make it far with out them. Even while I was gone I kept runnin' into 'em. At ports, hoppin' ships. Didn't matter where or how, we just happened upon each other. Seemed to make sense that this was were I belong." She seemed to consider this for a moment. Macy almost made it seem like some sort of fairy tale. But everything she had heard about the ship and her crew was closer to horror stories. Macy almost seemed to read her mind on that one too. "Look, kid, the truth is there are lots of stories about where our kind belongs; on our own colony, very dead, walking among one race or the other, or just not at all. The truth is there isn't just one place for us. There is no true utopia for us mixed bloods. No one built it for you. You have to find a place that's home to you. If I get to likin' ya, I jus' might 'elp ya out somewhere. But what it comes down to right now is Thrace won' keep ya if you're more of a burden than a blessing, and I sure as 'ell won't either."
She bit at her lip, avoiding looking at him for a few minutes. Finally she asked a question Macy was almost unprepared for. "What do you consider yourself? Human? Ritz? Something in between?"
He thought about it before grinning. "I'm part of the Omega. Sometimes honey you gotta look at the smaller picture. You can't look at race. You gotta focus in on the little things in life."
Sophia opened her mouth to speak again but before she could a loud grumble came from her stomach. She wrapped her arms around herself. "Uh... I guess I'm hungry."
"Good. I'm tired of talking." Macy stood and offered an arm to her. She looked defiant as she got to her feet and then meek as she grabbed his arm for support before she fell. They made there way slowly through the corridors with out a word between them. Both could hear a strong smell of delicious foods being cooked in the kitchen not far off. Dinner would be early tonight. Macy wouldn't expose her to all of the crew just yet; he didn't want to over-load her. He brought her to a private room where she could eat in peace. He sat across from her, sipping at some tea.
Eventually she paused in her eating and studied him. "I don't get you. One second you're a predator, looking at me like it's only a matter of time before you'll kill me. The next you're sweet as pie. What is with you?"
"You'll learn in time." M.S. straightened himself out in the chair, half cracking his back as he did. The mere mention of pie and part of him started craving- but there wasn't a chance in hell Sei would let him spoil his dinner and he wasn't in the mood for a fight he couldn't win. "Are you finished?"
"No." She snapped before diving back into her food. From behind his cup he smiled lightly. She was harder than Macy was when he arrived, a bit more bold too. But Macy also wasn't anywhere near as threatening and domineering as Stargon was. Yes, he hoped she would stay on. He liked her eyes; which were in fact hazel. They were young and spirited. She had a lot of strength hidden behind them.
Once she finished he helped her to her room. It had a small bit of dust, seeing as how it hadn't been occupied in years but he assured her that the dust only added another layer of comfort. She laid her self down and looked up at him. He stood coldly staring down at her for a moment but he softened. "You should sleep though the night. I'll be by in the morning. If you have a problem we passed the med area on the way here. I think you'll be able to find your way back to it."
She nodded and asked quietly. "What does M.S. stand for?"
He grinned. "You're sweet babe, but don't go flirting with me just yet."
Her eyes grew wide, "But I wasn't!"
Macy laughed lightly. "First name is Macy, but unless you can name at least 2 people I've slept with and tell me what my favorite food is you call me MS." He gave her a pat on the head. "Get some sleep. You'll work hard in the marrow."
"Uh...well... okay." She got comfortable as she watched him leave. He had to be crazy; there was no other way to explain him. She assured her self of this as she listened to the hum of the ship's engines and the slight rattle of the rusted silver walls. She'd have to find a way to fix that.