Title: Unbeknownest Shadows
Author: Anastashia
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Please ask if interested.
Spoilers: Tunnel at the End of the Light, my story "Consequences"
Summary: Answer to Dark Angel's challenge. Tyr and Beka are dead but they don't know it. This would occur during the period before Tyr tells Beka what happened to them.
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed here belong to Tribune Entertainment and not me. I am gaining no monetary profit from this story.
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He hurt, he really hurt. He remembered he'd discharged the last of the charges on his gauss gun as the Drago-Kasov patrol, he and Beka had stumbled on, had seemingly begun a retreat from the onslaught of the two Andromeda crew. The gun, where was the gun? He'd normally sling it across his back as the recoil of the last discharge kicked back at him, flicking the concealed shurikin into his hands as his arms came back from over his head, ready to fight again, and he vaguely remembered doing it before ...blackness. Beka! Where was Beka?
She groaned as she pulled herself to her feet, searching with her hands for the forcelance she had been holding. She remembered the last discharge and then the Drago-Kasov before them moving to retreat. She turned in a fighter's crouch as she felt the presence behind her, and saw Tyr struggling to his feet from behind the boulder beside her. "Tyr?" she questioned, he was rising rather slowly and she was concerned. He glanced up and her with a slight grimace before coming fully to his feet again.
Deriego Alvareth out of Questua by Montego, Drago-Kasov pride kicked the bodies on the ground before him. Almost beaten by a kludge female and a single Kodiak he thought angrily to himself. The body of Tyr Anaszai would net him something, of that he was certain, but would it be enough to mitigate for the death of five of his men? Perhaps if it had meant recovery of the prize, but that was not the case and he was wary of the eventual outcome. Dead men didn't talk.
On the Command Deck of the Andromeda Ascendent it was a normal day, if anything could be described as normal. Tyr and Beka had been gone for three days since recovering, at least to a point, from their ordeal of the Commonwealth Charter Celebration, the two had been much in each other's company. Dylan wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, but they seemed to need each other, and for now he would go with that. He had sent them on a routine information gathering mission, an aligned group of several planets in an isolated sector had expressed interest in the Commonwealth. Andromeda meanwhile was engaged in another evacuation.
For Trance Gemini, who had been squatting in Hydroponics tending to one of the flower beds, however, there was a sudden inspiration that something was terribly wrong. She rose to her feet struggling to get her mind totally around the whisper that was clawing at the back of her brain. Tyr! She suddenly knew it had to do with Tyr. Since their strange interaction just after he had begun his recovery, she had been even more wary of him, hanging back from anything but absolutely necessary medical involvement. Now he was *there*, with her again, and the realization was enough to almost throw her into a panic. It didn't help that he appeared to be on the verge of panic too.
Author: Anastashia
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Please ask if interested.
Spoilers: Tunnel at the End of the Light, my story "Consequences"
Summary: Answer to Dark Angel's challenge. Tyr and Beka are dead but they don't know it. This would occur during the period before Tyr tells Beka what happened to them.
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed here belong to Tribune Entertainment and not me. I am gaining no monetary profit from this story.
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He hurt, he really hurt. He remembered he'd discharged the last of the charges on his gauss gun as the Drago-Kasov patrol, he and Beka had stumbled on, had seemingly begun a retreat from the onslaught of the two Andromeda crew. The gun, where was the gun? He'd normally sling it across his back as the recoil of the last discharge kicked back at him, flicking the concealed shurikin into his hands as his arms came back from over his head, ready to fight again, and he vaguely remembered doing it before ...blackness. Beka! Where was Beka?
She groaned as she pulled herself to her feet, searching with her hands for the forcelance she had been holding. She remembered the last discharge and then the Drago-Kasov before them moving to retreat. She turned in a fighter's crouch as she felt the presence behind her, and saw Tyr struggling to his feet from behind the boulder beside her. "Tyr?" she questioned, he was rising rather slowly and she was concerned. He glanced up and her with a slight grimace before coming fully to his feet again.
Deriego Alvareth out of Questua by Montego, Drago-Kasov pride kicked the bodies on the ground before him. Almost beaten by a kludge female and a single Kodiak he thought angrily to himself. The body of Tyr Anaszai would net him something, of that he was certain, but would it be enough to mitigate for the death of five of his men? Perhaps if it had meant recovery of the prize, but that was not the case and he was wary of the eventual outcome. Dead men didn't talk.
On the Command Deck of the Andromeda Ascendent it was a normal day, if anything could be described as normal. Tyr and Beka had been gone for three days since recovering, at least to a point, from their ordeal of the Commonwealth Charter Celebration, the two had been much in each other's company. Dylan wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, but they seemed to need each other, and for now he would go with that. He had sent them on a routine information gathering mission, an aligned group of several planets in an isolated sector had expressed interest in the Commonwealth. Andromeda meanwhile was engaged in another evacuation.
For Trance Gemini, who had been squatting in Hydroponics tending to one of the flower beds, however, there was a sudden inspiration that something was terribly wrong. She rose to her feet struggling to get her mind totally around the whisper that was clawing at the back of her brain. Tyr! She suddenly knew it had to do with Tyr. Since their strange interaction just after he had begun his recovery, she had been even more wary of him, hanging back from anything but absolutely necessary medical involvement. Now he was *there*, with her again, and the realization was enough to almost throw her into a panic. It didn't help that he appeared to be on the verge of panic too.