Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the Andromeda Characters they belong to Tribuane Entertainment. I'm just playing with them cos i got mega bored please don't sue cos i'm only a kid and i haven't got enough money to pay you with even if you did.
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Authors Note:This is a story that I started at about eleven a'clock at night about 3 months ago so if some parts don't make sense i'm really sorry! So i've fixed Tyrs name in it too. I think.
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"So you two want a beer and so do I, Trance wants a Fruit Juice and so does Tyr?" Harper re-checked his memory list of what everybody wanted.
Beka, Dylan, Trance, Tyr and Harper were sitting round a table in the corner of some bar on a drift, discussing where the hell they were gonna find the parts they needed to get the Andromeda back up to peak efficiency as Rev had decided to stay on the ship seeing as his being there with his races 'reputation' -it could get nasty and Tyr had only grudgingly agreed to come: not that the Nietchens 'reputation' was much better.
Walking over to the bar Harper ordered the drinks,
"Errr, 3 beers and 2 fruit juices please." As the drinks were placed on a tray Harper licked his lips staring at the beer,
"That'll be 13 qruyz."
"Here ya go."
"Cheers."
Grabbing the tray Harper was so busy day dreaming about planets with oceans full of beer and where Harley Davidsons were free and plentiful, he failed to notice the men in-front of him. And walked straight into them. Promptly spilling the drinks all over them.
"Watch where ya walkin you idiot!" The tallest man span round to face him,
"Jeez sorry man, no need to go overboard."
"WHAT did you say?"
"I said, you deaf idiot, no need to go overboard." the shorter man paused for a moment, "Got it?"
Oh man Seamus you're in for it now. Why can't you just keep you're big mouth shut huh? Harper berated himself,
"Why? You wanna make something of it, short stuff?"
The group of men surrounded the pair so that Harper coulded back out, "Nah, not really. I just wanna sit down and have a drink."
"Yo! Did anybody else hear that he wanted to make something of it?" the tall man grinned slyly as the crowd that had now gathered cheered, Harper gulped. There was no way he could take him on!
"Hey Gary," a man from beside Harper yelled to the tall guy, "He just called you a Son of a &^%$*!"
Astonded that he had said something without even moving his lips Seamus said,
"No I didn't."
But unfortunatly for him it was the only excuse Gary needed. Taking a step forward he shoved Harper into a nearby table.
Harper immediately fell into fighting mode, ducking, diving and rolling with the punches as well as managing to dish out a few well placed ones of his own.
Cheers roused the Andromeda group from their heated discussion. Looking up to see what was going on Trance saw that everybodywho had been seated at a table, or were just standing around talking were now centered around one specific section of the bar.
"Whats going on over there?" she asked, her tail flicking up ad down,
"There seems to be some kind of, fight, going on." summed up Tyr,
"Well, duh!" Beka cast a sideways glance towards him,"First prize for stating the obvious goes to, Mr. Tyr Ananzi."
"Guys? Please?" Dylan sighed,
"Uhhh, where's Harper? Shouldn't he be back with the drinks by now?" realised Trance,
"He's probably watching the fight," Dylan suggested,
"Yeah," Beka agreed, "That's probably what he's doing. The most exciting thing to happen to him in months!!!"
Standing on a chair Tyr looked into the middle of the fight, "If the Little Professer is watching it, then why is he in the fight?"
"WHAT!?" Trance, Beka and Dylan yelled, jumping to their feet.
"I mean, if he is watching the fight then why is one of the ones doing the fighing: if you can call it that."
Grabbing his force lance tight Hunt ran into the crowd followed closely by the others.
As another blow was landed to his mid-section Harper managed to duck the next one, rolled and landed a low blow to his oppenent.
Although this had only been going on for about 20 minutes it seemed like forever to both of the fighters. Which was 20 minutes to long for Harper.
More punches rained painfully onto him in a wash of pain. Trying to make himself a smaller target he curled into a ball and wished that it would be over soon.
As soon as they broke through to the center of the fight Dylan whipped out his Force Lance and fired it at the ceiling, while Tyr threw Gary out of the way and got to Harper.
"You can get up now boy."
One Harper had uncurled and stood up Tyr slung one of his arms over his shoulders and led him back through the booing crowd with the rest of the crew.
Once they were back at their table Beka lent over Trances' shoulder and asked anxiously, "How is he?"
However, before the purple girl had a chance to answer Dylan did it for her, "A lot better than we'll be in a minute."
The angry mob had turned on those who had taken away their nights 'entertainment'.
The ring leader, Gary, walked forward,
"You just took away our entertainment." he said, gesturing towards Harper, "We wan' it back."
"Well you can't have him" Dylan stepped forward,
"Yes we can." Gary took another step forward so that they were so close that Dylan could smell the alcohol on the other mans breath.
Whincing, Harper got up off the floor where Tyr had laid him barely concious and delirious.
"Harper! Sit Down!" Trance tugged his arm,
"No, I can take him!"
"See! Even short-stuff agrees to the fight."
"Hey, who ya callin' short-stuff?"
"Sit down boy." Tyr strode over to Harper and forced him into a nearby chair, "Stay, and don't speak."
"Ahhh. How very touching. A Nietchein looking out for a human. You gonna tuck him into bed too?" Gary leered,
"No, but I will crush you into a bloody pulp." Stalking towards Gary, ignoring Dylans' warnings.
"Yeah sure whatever. You couldn't take me on if your life depended on it. On this drift I am the fighting champion."
"Really? How very, exciting for you."
Tyr punched him in the jaw, shoved him into a table and layed a round-house kick to his mid-section before Dylan had been able to say,
"TYR. Not now." But neither of the pair were listening. As punch after punch after kick was thrown more and more of the angry, drunken mob were joining in, until even Tyr was out of his league. And everybody knew it.
"Trance can you make sure Mr. Harper stays here?" asked Dylan,
"S'cuse me. I don't wannna stay put, I wanna fight that son of a --"
"HARPER! Stay here. I'm going to go help Tyr."
"I'll help too." added Beka,
"Still say I could take him." whined Harper,
"Shut up Seamus." reprimanded Beka,
"Kay." came the meek reply.
The pair stormed into the crowd weapons raised and quite literally, scaring the drunken idiots out of the way.
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Authors Note:I'll write the next chapter as soon as I can think of a way to finish it. Oh yeah, HAPPY EASTER. If you celebrate it that is...