Author: Zimbing
Rating: PG-13 (at the mo, could very possibly change up to R)
Spoilers: Umm suppose Ouroborus onwards
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not have anything to do with Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda, absoulutely zilch, of course if I did there would be a heck of a lot more storylines involving Harper...
Notes: Ok been meaning to write another fic for like ages so... was feeling a bit down today (exams coming up) and this idea suddenly popped into my head out of nowhere.
Warning: I'm not the best writer and I know that, but I try my best :)
P.S. Have no idea how this is gonna turn out.
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Alius Tempus
"Harper, not helping!" complained an exasperated Trance.
For past two hours her and Harper had been traipsing along a barren rock plateau in search of a village that had issued a distress call. Only one problem. There was no village to be found.
"Hmmm I recall saying 'I don't think this is a good idea' but does anyone listen to me? Of course not! I'm just Seamus Harper, genius extraordinary, here to save your butts from another mess you create! 'Hey Harper come on this mission, you've been moaning about wanting to go to a planet for ages now,' Not what I had in mind thank you very much!" Harper exclaimed, mostly to the wind as Trance was fed up of him.
Squinting up at the blazing sun that was climbing higher into the sky with each passing minute, Harper sighed, and continued to drag his blistering feet through the dirt, cursing as he tripped over another rock.
About 10 meters ahead of him, Trance pushed on. Gazing towards the horizon, she could see that there was nothing for miles. No cover or settlements. Nothing. It was already ninety degrees and the sun wasn't even fully up.
"There has to be something here! Distress calls don't come from nothing." Thought a puzzled Trance.
Two hours ago, Beka had dropped them off 2Km from where the village was seen on sensors, telling them that they would pick up them up in 3 days time as there were supplies to get and Andromeda was tending to something the Sabre Jaguar pride was pouting about.
"Oww! Sonofa...!"
Trance sighed.
"What now Harper?" she replied turning around slowly to face him with an angry glint in her eye.
"Just a stupid bug...its nothing!" He answered quickly with he saw her angry melt quickly and change to worry.
Sighing again for what seemed the fortieth time, Harper marched onwards. Dressed only in a sleeveless t-shirt and trousers didn't seem to do anything to help in trying to cool down from the heat scorching his skin. Changing shoulders on his backpack didn't help either, the straps cutting into his skin like knifes, the sweat acting like acid, making the pain worse.
"Could things be any more bad?" Harper questioned mentally to himself.
Suddenly in front of him, Trance stopped dead in her tracks.
"Umm Harper, do you feel that?" she asked anxiously.
"Feel what?" he replied with a puzzled frown creasing his forehead.
"I don't know, just little vib..." she retorted but was cut off as herself and Harper were thrown to the ground as an ear splitting roar erupted around them and the ground was ripped away from under them.
Dust rose and engulfed the fallen pair like the hands of some horror monster only seen in movies. Rocks fell from the sky like sadistic rain drops, battering the coughing soles on the ground.
Tremor after tremor convulsed through the rock like it was made of jelly. Crevasses yawned out like slashes being cut into the ground by some omnipotent torturer.
"Trance!" Harper screamed till his throat was raw, dust clogged his lungs, burned his eyes and rocks hailing down upon him, assaulting his body.
In return, all that could be seen was glimpses of gold and screams heard in the contorting wall of dust. Then it stopped.
Below him, he could feel the surface disintegrate into rubble. He knew it was going to collapse any moment and he'd fall to his death but no matter how he tried, every little movement caused searing hot pain to shoot through his body and screams of agony to burst forth from his mouth.
But it was too late. There was nothing below him now. Falling, nothing to stop him, falling till blissful darkness encompassed him.
TBC...
Rating: PG-13 (at the mo, could very possibly change up to R)
Spoilers: Umm suppose Ouroborus onwards
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not have anything to do with Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda, absoulutely zilch, of course if I did there would be a heck of a lot more storylines involving Harper...
Notes: Ok been meaning to write another fic for like ages so... was feeling a bit down today (exams coming up) and this idea suddenly popped into my head out of nowhere.
Warning: I'm not the best writer and I know that, but I try my best :)
P.S. Have no idea how this is gonna turn out.
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Alius Tempus
"Harper, not helping!" complained an exasperated Trance.
For past two hours her and Harper had been traipsing along a barren rock plateau in search of a village that had issued a distress call. Only one problem. There was no village to be found.
"Hmmm I recall saying 'I don't think this is a good idea' but does anyone listen to me? Of course not! I'm just Seamus Harper, genius extraordinary, here to save your butts from another mess you create! 'Hey Harper come on this mission, you've been moaning about wanting to go to a planet for ages now,' Not what I had in mind thank you very much!" Harper exclaimed, mostly to the wind as Trance was fed up of him.
Squinting up at the blazing sun that was climbing higher into the sky with each passing minute, Harper sighed, and continued to drag his blistering feet through the dirt, cursing as he tripped over another rock.
About 10 meters ahead of him, Trance pushed on. Gazing towards the horizon, she could see that there was nothing for miles. No cover or settlements. Nothing. It was already ninety degrees and the sun wasn't even fully up.
"There has to be something here! Distress calls don't come from nothing." Thought a puzzled Trance.
Two hours ago, Beka had dropped them off 2Km from where the village was seen on sensors, telling them that they would pick up them up in 3 days time as there were supplies to get and Andromeda was tending to something the Sabre Jaguar pride was pouting about.
"Oww! Sonofa...!"
Trance sighed.
"What now Harper?" she replied turning around slowly to face him with an angry glint in her eye.
"Just a stupid bug...its nothing!" He answered quickly with he saw her angry melt quickly and change to worry.
Sighing again for what seemed the fortieth time, Harper marched onwards. Dressed only in a sleeveless t-shirt and trousers didn't seem to do anything to help in trying to cool down from the heat scorching his skin. Changing shoulders on his backpack didn't help either, the straps cutting into his skin like knifes, the sweat acting like acid, making the pain worse.
"Could things be any more bad?" Harper questioned mentally to himself.
Suddenly in front of him, Trance stopped dead in her tracks.
"Umm Harper, do you feel that?" she asked anxiously.
"Feel what?" he replied with a puzzled frown creasing his forehead.
"I don't know, just little vib..." she retorted but was cut off as herself and Harper were thrown to the ground as an ear splitting roar erupted around them and the ground was ripped away from under them.
Dust rose and engulfed the fallen pair like the hands of some horror monster only seen in movies. Rocks fell from the sky like sadistic rain drops, battering the coughing soles on the ground.
Tremor after tremor convulsed through the rock like it was made of jelly. Crevasses yawned out like slashes being cut into the ground by some omnipotent torturer.
"Trance!" Harper screamed till his throat was raw, dust clogged his lungs, burned his eyes and rocks hailing down upon him, assaulting his body.
In return, all that could be seen was glimpses of gold and screams heard in the contorting wall of dust. Then it stopped.
Below him, he could feel the surface disintegrate into rubble. He knew it was going to collapse any moment and he'd fall to his death but no matter how he tried, every little movement caused searing hot pain to shoot through his body and screams of agony to burst forth from his mouth.
But it was too late. There was nothing below him now. Falling, nothing to stop him, falling till blissful darkness encompassed him.
TBC...