Ok, this is the first fic I've ever done on a whim. And probably not
the last...
Summary: Harper is sent to a peaceful planet after their message for help is received. Whether he returns or not is up to him.
Rating: PG
Author: Luna Sealeaf
Disclaimer: I do not own Andromeda, and I don't own Harper. (cry, sniffle, cry) However, I DID create the planet and its people from my own little mind. If they resemble other characters, either in the show, other fanfics, or real life, it's purely coincidental.
Lysation Love
Chapter 1
"Good afternoon Harper," Rommie's holographic self appeared in Harper's quarters, arms crossed and an expression of bemusement on her digital face.
"Good..after...noon?" Rolling over on his bed, Harper's blue eyes, bleary from sleep, opened just enough to glance at the hologram.
"That's correct Harper. You've been asleep almost half the day. Are you feeling alright? I don't detect anything wrong with your systems," Stifling a yawn, Harper raised a hand to deflect her query.
"I'm fine Rommie, just had a little too much to drink last night I guess," Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, preparing to get dressed.
"Glad to hear you're feeling well. Now you might want to get to Command before Dylan sends a drone for you," With that, she disappeared, leaving Harper to debate whether he should just go back to sleep until that bot came to drag him, or if he really ought to just get up. Groaning, he ordered the lights turned on and shuffled through a pile of clothes to find something to wear.
"Mr. Harper. Thank you for joining us," Dylan said, turning as he heard the door to Command open and his engineer walk in. Beka was in the pilot's chair, and simply gave Harper a welcoming smile before turning back to the screen in front of them.
"Rommie said you needed me? Now what's broken—or did you simply want my joyous presence?" Harper asked, walking to the pilot chair and leaning against the arm.
"I assure you that it is the former, not the latter," Rhade's voice called out.
"Ha ha. If I wasn't still so tired I'd see the humor in that—wait, there is none." Harper and Rhade exchanged minor glares while Dylan and Beka rolled their eyes.
"Actually Harper, it's neither of those. We received a message from a planet called..." Dylan's voice fell; he couldn't remember the name of the planet. Luckily, Rommie's face appeared on the main screen, saving Dylan from losing face.
"That planet is called Lysat. It is small, but has a population of 2.3 billion people, all of whom are human."
"How come we've never heard of it before?" Dylan questioned; the name didn't sound familiar, and Dylan knew most of the stable worlds.
"You're probably not familiar with it because it never joined the Commonwealth. Neither has it had much contact with other planets, although it does have recent technology."
"Let me guess: it's in the middle of some huge war and they want us to go and end it for them?" Harper sneered.
"Actually, the message said they just wanted help fixing the Empress's ship. You'd think they could fix it themselves though." Beka replied, frowning slightly as she recalled the odd message.
"It could be a trap of some kind," Telemachus offered, although he hadn't heard the message yet.
"It's possible, but unlikely." Rommie, in avatar form, entered Command as well and walked over to a panel in the front of the room. The map of a planet shown on the screen; it was mostly blue with large continents of connected around it.
"The Lysations are peaceful; they haven't fought in a war since before the Commonwealth formed." Everyone on the ship fell silent, staring at the screen for a moment.
"Well they sound like good folks then. They were polite in their request, which is a nice change I might add; any reason why we shouldn't help?" Dylan turned to face everyone else on the crew. Beka and Harper shrugged almost simultaneously, Rommie didn't look as though it mattered much, and Rhade only nodded.
"Thanks for your definite opinions...alright, plot a course Beka."
"Will do," She replied.
"Looks like you're getting a vacation Mr. Harper," Dylan said, patting Harper's shoulder as he walked by before leaving the deck.
"Whoa! What? Why me?" Harper asked, looking around bewilderedly.
"They were kinda specific in their communication; said they needed a good engineer," Beka answered, grinning at Harper's expression.
"Great, this is gonna be so much fun. I can tell,"
"Oh don't be such a wuss, we're not sending you by yourself," Beka said in a placating voice.
A few hours later-even Beka's superb steering couldn't get them to the isolated planet very quickly-Dylan, Harper, and Trance were sitting in the Maru, making their way to the planet of Lysat.
Harper was busy flying while Dylan and Trance went over the information Rommie had sent them on the culture.
"Oh wow, you'll like this Harper, it says that the Lysations are 'avid water lovers, who have developed multiple water sports'" Trance's tone was one of excitement, but Harper only grunted.
"Well, strangely enough the entire planet is united. They're a monarchy, but there's nothing about protocol and etiquette, so for now, just watch what you say," Although Dylan notified both of them, he seemed to be directing the information towards Harper.
Ignoring his words since they were getting ready to land, Harper did have to admit that the atmosphere was lovely. From their height, they could see the sprawling green hills and the sparkling blue waters not far off.
"Pretty..." Trance said softly, reminding the other two crewmembers of her former purple self. Still, Dylan and Harper had to agree with her; Pretty just about summed up the landscape.
Following directions on where to land, they at last were able to leave the ship, curious to find what their reception would be like. Trance didn't seem too worried, but both Dylan and Harper were a little suspicious.
All of them were pleasantly surprised to find a small group of well dressed people greeting them as they came off the ship. The humans looked, well, human, but their outfits were all bright colors; robes, sashes, tunics, slim dresses. There were about three men and four women, of varying ages, who greeted them. As they all exchanged greetings and welcomes, a bald, fair skinned man nearly Dylan's height approached them. Wearing rich purple robes and dark blue tunic and leggings, he appeared fit but not unfriendly.
"Welcome to Lysat, and thank you very much for responding to our plea," The man bowed and shook Dylan's hand. Looking a little flustered, Dylan assured them it was nothing.
"Thank you for the kind welcome. I'm Captain Hunt of the Andromeda Ascendant, this is Trance, our life support officer, and Seamus Harper, our engineer," The man bowed to each as they were introduced, and the others in the groups gave polite nods.
"I am Gorinus, and it is my honor to escort you to the Palace." He bowed again, then turned and started walking. Casting wary looks at each other, the crewmembers followed.
"So, what exactly do you need us to do for you?" Dylan asked tentatively, catching up to Gorinus.
"To my knowledge, we request your help in fixing the Empress's ship. You see, it's very old, created with a lost technology, but it is very beautiful, a precious artifact. We hoped you would be able to assist us in fixing it," Turning to look at Harper, Dylan smiled.
"I'm sure we can do something." Dylan assured him. They continued walking for a while, Trance and Harper admiring the views, until the Palace came into sight. All three almost stopped walking entirely. The Palace appeared to be carved from ice, or at least crystal; it was large, though not overwhelmingly so, and its right wing extended to the beach. The intricacy of the designs were even more graceful than that of the Andromeda's and the sun made it seem to glow from the inside, though the crystal was not see through.
"Isn't that a little dangerous? I mean, couldn't the Palace shatter?" Trance asked Gorinus curiously, echoing Dylan and Harper's thoughts.
"Oh no, you see, it is not made of crystal, it is made of a very common rock found on Lysat. We call it corinth; it's a variety of diamond, at least we believe so,"
As they approached the entrance, the people milling about; some in plain yet fine clothing, others in beautiful outfits, some carrying short swords, all nodded or waved to the group, some even called out to people they knew. To both Harper and Dylan, the dress seemed to resemble that of Ancient Earth civilizations; some sort of cross between Roman togas and Greek tunics, though there were leggings and pants worn by some, and the variety of colors was almost too much for the eye.
Upon entering the brightly lit Palace, an older woman with long dark hair tied in a bun and official looking robes approached the group. She and Gorinus exchanged bows;
"Welcome, all of you. Captain Dylan Hunt, I presume?" She inquired.
"That would be me," Dylan replied, nodding a greeting.
"Thank you in advance for your assistance, Empress Liandra will be most grateful. Would you care to refresh yourselves before meeting with Her Majesty?" The woman asked; Gorinus and the others excused themselves and dispersed into the crowd.
"Yes, thank you, that would be good," Dylan answered for all of them. None were really tired, but they wanted time to talk with each other.
The woman gestured, and two men and a woman appeared out of the crowd.
"Arcus, Noela, and Tirent will be happy to see you to your rooms, as well as to assist you in changing or fetching food or drink. When you are ready, please meet me back here and I shall take you to the throne room." Another bow and the woman disappeared. The three servants smiled cordially, and although Dylan didn't like the idea of them all splitting up, neither did he have any reason to suspect danger. Turning to the other two, who were craning their necks to stare at the stained glass window, domed glass ceilings, and other beautiful architecture, Dylan gave them carefully coded warnings.
"Don't take too long, we don't want to waste our hosts' time." The two nodded, and the servants divided themselves; Arcus asked Dylan to follow him, Noela smiled at Trance in a friendly manner, and Tirent grinned at Harper's look of awe at his surroundings.
With one last look, the three followed the servants in different directions, each hoping that this wasn't too good to be true.
End of Chapter 1
Chapter 2 should be coming soon, though I won't guarantee how long it will be. Please send all reviews/thoughts/comments/ to Runicprincessaol.com, or leave a review at fanfiction.com Hoped you enjoyed it.
-Luna Sealeaf
Summary: Harper is sent to a peaceful planet after their message for help is received. Whether he returns or not is up to him.
Rating: PG
Author: Luna Sealeaf
Disclaimer: I do not own Andromeda, and I don't own Harper. (cry, sniffle, cry) However, I DID create the planet and its people from my own little mind. If they resemble other characters, either in the show, other fanfics, or real life, it's purely coincidental.
Lysation Love
Chapter 1
"Good afternoon Harper," Rommie's holographic self appeared in Harper's quarters, arms crossed and an expression of bemusement on her digital face.
"Good..after...noon?" Rolling over on his bed, Harper's blue eyes, bleary from sleep, opened just enough to glance at the hologram.
"That's correct Harper. You've been asleep almost half the day. Are you feeling alright? I don't detect anything wrong with your systems," Stifling a yawn, Harper raised a hand to deflect her query.
"I'm fine Rommie, just had a little too much to drink last night I guess," Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, preparing to get dressed.
"Glad to hear you're feeling well. Now you might want to get to Command before Dylan sends a drone for you," With that, she disappeared, leaving Harper to debate whether he should just go back to sleep until that bot came to drag him, or if he really ought to just get up. Groaning, he ordered the lights turned on and shuffled through a pile of clothes to find something to wear.
"Mr. Harper. Thank you for joining us," Dylan said, turning as he heard the door to Command open and his engineer walk in. Beka was in the pilot's chair, and simply gave Harper a welcoming smile before turning back to the screen in front of them.
"Rommie said you needed me? Now what's broken—or did you simply want my joyous presence?" Harper asked, walking to the pilot chair and leaning against the arm.
"I assure you that it is the former, not the latter," Rhade's voice called out.
"Ha ha. If I wasn't still so tired I'd see the humor in that—wait, there is none." Harper and Rhade exchanged minor glares while Dylan and Beka rolled their eyes.
"Actually Harper, it's neither of those. We received a message from a planet called..." Dylan's voice fell; he couldn't remember the name of the planet. Luckily, Rommie's face appeared on the main screen, saving Dylan from losing face.
"That planet is called Lysat. It is small, but has a population of 2.3 billion people, all of whom are human."
"How come we've never heard of it before?" Dylan questioned; the name didn't sound familiar, and Dylan knew most of the stable worlds.
"You're probably not familiar with it because it never joined the Commonwealth. Neither has it had much contact with other planets, although it does have recent technology."
"Let me guess: it's in the middle of some huge war and they want us to go and end it for them?" Harper sneered.
"Actually, the message said they just wanted help fixing the Empress's ship. You'd think they could fix it themselves though." Beka replied, frowning slightly as she recalled the odd message.
"It could be a trap of some kind," Telemachus offered, although he hadn't heard the message yet.
"It's possible, but unlikely." Rommie, in avatar form, entered Command as well and walked over to a panel in the front of the room. The map of a planet shown on the screen; it was mostly blue with large continents of connected around it.
"The Lysations are peaceful; they haven't fought in a war since before the Commonwealth formed." Everyone on the ship fell silent, staring at the screen for a moment.
"Well they sound like good folks then. They were polite in their request, which is a nice change I might add; any reason why we shouldn't help?" Dylan turned to face everyone else on the crew. Beka and Harper shrugged almost simultaneously, Rommie didn't look as though it mattered much, and Rhade only nodded.
"Thanks for your definite opinions...alright, plot a course Beka."
"Will do," She replied.
"Looks like you're getting a vacation Mr. Harper," Dylan said, patting Harper's shoulder as he walked by before leaving the deck.
"Whoa! What? Why me?" Harper asked, looking around bewilderedly.
"They were kinda specific in their communication; said they needed a good engineer," Beka answered, grinning at Harper's expression.
"Great, this is gonna be so much fun. I can tell,"
"Oh don't be such a wuss, we're not sending you by yourself," Beka said in a placating voice.
A few hours later-even Beka's superb steering couldn't get them to the isolated planet very quickly-Dylan, Harper, and Trance were sitting in the Maru, making their way to the planet of Lysat.
Harper was busy flying while Dylan and Trance went over the information Rommie had sent them on the culture.
"Oh wow, you'll like this Harper, it says that the Lysations are 'avid water lovers, who have developed multiple water sports'" Trance's tone was one of excitement, but Harper only grunted.
"Well, strangely enough the entire planet is united. They're a monarchy, but there's nothing about protocol and etiquette, so for now, just watch what you say," Although Dylan notified both of them, he seemed to be directing the information towards Harper.
Ignoring his words since they were getting ready to land, Harper did have to admit that the atmosphere was lovely. From their height, they could see the sprawling green hills and the sparkling blue waters not far off.
"Pretty..." Trance said softly, reminding the other two crewmembers of her former purple self. Still, Dylan and Harper had to agree with her; Pretty just about summed up the landscape.
Following directions on where to land, they at last were able to leave the ship, curious to find what their reception would be like. Trance didn't seem too worried, but both Dylan and Harper were a little suspicious.
All of them were pleasantly surprised to find a small group of well dressed people greeting them as they came off the ship. The humans looked, well, human, but their outfits were all bright colors; robes, sashes, tunics, slim dresses. There were about three men and four women, of varying ages, who greeted them. As they all exchanged greetings and welcomes, a bald, fair skinned man nearly Dylan's height approached them. Wearing rich purple robes and dark blue tunic and leggings, he appeared fit but not unfriendly.
"Welcome to Lysat, and thank you very much for responding to our plea," The man bowed and shook Dylan's hand. Looking a little flustered, Dylan assured them it was nothing.
"Thank you for the kind welcome. I'm Captain Hunt of the Andromeda Ascendant, this is Trance, our life support officer, and Seamus Harper, our engineer," The man bowed to each as they were introduced, and the others in the groups gave polite nods.
"I am Gorinus, and it is my honor to escort you to the Palace." He bowed again, then turned and started walking. Casting wary looks at each other, the crewmembers followed.
"So, what exactly do you need us to do for you?" Dylan asked tentatively, catching up to Gorinus.
"To my knowledge, we request your help in fixing the Empress's ship. You see, it's very old, created with a lost technology, but it is very beautiful, a precious artifact. We hoped you would be able to assist us in fixing it," Turning to look at Harper, Dylan smiled.
"I'm sure we can do something." Dylan assured him. They continued walking for a while, Trance and Harper admiring the views, until the Palace came into sight. All three almost stopped walking entirely. The Palace appeared to be carved from ice, or at least crystal; it was large, though not overwhelmingly so, and its right wing extended to the beach. The intricacy of the designs were even more graceful than that of the Andromeda's and the sun made it seem to glow from the inside, though the crystal was not see through.
"Isn't that a little dangerous? I mean, couldn't the Palace shatter?" Trance asked Gorinus curiously, echoing Dylan and Harper's thoughts.
"Oh no, you see, it is not made of crystal, it is made of a very common rock found on Lysat. We call it corinth; it's a variety of diamond, at least we believe so,"
As they approached the entrance, the people milling about; some in plain yet fine clothing, others in beautiful outfits, some carrying short swords, all nodded or waved to the group, some even called out to people they knew. To both Harper and Dylan, the dress seemed to resemble that of Ancient Earth civilizations; some sort of cross between Roman togas and Greek tunics, though there were leggings and pants worn by some, and the variety of colors was almost too much for the eye.
Upon entering the brightly lit Palace, an older woman with long dark hair tied in a bun and official looking robes approached the group. She and Gorinus exchanged bows;
"Welcome, all of you. Captain Dylan Hunt, I presume?" She inquired.
"That would be me," Dylan replied, nodding a greeting.
"Thank you in advance for your assistance, Empress Liandra will be most grateful. Would you care to refresh yourselves before meeting with Her Majesty?" The woman asked; Gorinus and the others excused themselves and dispersed into the crowd.
"Yes, thank you, that would be good," Dylan answered for all of them. None were really tired, but they wanted time to talk with each other.
The woman gestured, and two men and a woman appeared out of the crowd.
"Arcus, Noela, and Tirent will be happy to see you to your rooms, as well as to assist you in changing or fetching food or drink. When you are ready, please meet me back here and I shall take you to the throne room." Another bow and the woman disappeared. The three servants smiled cordially, and although Dylan didn't like the idea of them all splitting up, neither did he have any reason to suspect danger. Turning to the other two, who were craning their necks to stare at the stained glass window, domed glass ceilings, and other beautiful architecture, Dylan gave them carefully coded warnings.
"Don't take too long, we don't want to waste our hosts' time." The two nodded, and the servants divided themselves; Arcus asked Dylan to follow him, Noela smiled at Trance in a friendly manner, and Tirent grinned at Harper's look of awe at his surroundings.
With one last look, the three followed the servants in different directions, each hoping that this wasn't too good to be true.
End of Chapter 1
Chapter 2 should be coming soon, though I won't guarantee how long it will be. Please send all reviews/thoughts/comments/ to Runicprincessaol.com, or leave a review at fanfiction.com Hoped you enjoyed it.
-Luna Sealeaf