Title: One Life, part 1/4
Rating: PG-13, a little angst.
Spoilers: None. Set during the first season.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm just a fan.
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Harper crouched by the open panel and admired his handiwork. Not only had he fixed the glitch in Andromeda's communictions system but he'd done it in half the time Rommie had predicted it would take. Harper 1, Rommie 0. Grinning to himself, he closed the panel and picked up his tools. He couldn't spend too much time gloating over his own genius. On a ship this size there was always something more to work on especially since he was the only one doing work that had previously been done by close to 50 crew members back when Andromeda had a full crew 300 years ago.
At least they were in a quiet region when the communication system had gone on the fritz. There was nothing in the Ebron System worth seeing so no one came here unless it was in passing. In Dylan's time, the system had been home to a planet inhabited by the Efgira and the ku'Ort species. They had always been peaceful but after the fall of the Commonwealth, panic had broken out and a civil war started between the two species. Now there was nothing left of the planet but a hunk of lifeless rock. Harper had taken one look at the planet on the viewscreen and made an excuse to go belowdecks and work on fixing minor problems with the ship. The scarred surface of the rock reminded him too much of Earth although Earth was a little better off since it still had life even if that life was starving and miserable.
As he packed away the last of his tools, he picked up the sound of footsteps approaching. He sincerely hoped it was Trance. Any chance to see her was always welcome. Or if not Trance, at least Beka or Dylan or Rommie or even Rev. Anyone but...his hopes were dashed when Tyr turned the corner looking impatient. Damn. Not only did the big Nietzschian make Harper a little nervous but he was also far too dismissive of the engineer and wasn't the type to engage in idle conversation.
"Are you done yet?" Tyr snapped without preamble as though Harper were purposefully dawdling at the repairs. Harper suppressed the urge to sigh and roll his eyes which would only serve to further antagonize Tyr and nodded instead.
"Yeah. The system needs a couple of minutes to process the repairs and then everything should be fine." Tyr nodded sharply and turned to go.
"I'll inform Captain Hunt." Harper did roll his eyes as Tyr went back around the corner. It wasn't that he expected the Nietzschian to treat him like an equal as the others did. That would have been too much to ask but would it kill Tyr to be a little nicer? The occasional, "Good job, Harper," wouldn't hurt and if Tyr referred to him as "boy" one more time he thought he'd scream.
He felt the sudden surge in the deckplates as Andromeda suddenly accelerated and changed course and before he could even wonder why, everything exploded around him. He was thrown into the bulkhead as the corridor was torn apart by the stress of impact. He barely had time to register the sight of the corridor crumbling before him before everything went black.
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Rating: PG-13, a little angst.
Spoilers: None. Set during the first season.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm just a fan.
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Harper crouched by the open panel and admired his handiwork. Not only had he fixed the glitch in Andromeda's communictions system but he'd done it in half the time Rommie had predicted it would take. Harper 1, Rommie 0. Grinning to himself, he closed the panel and picked up his tools. He couldn't spend too much time gloating over his own genius. On a ship this size there was always something more to work on especially since he was the only one doing work that had previously been done by close to 50 crew members back when Andromeda had a full crew 300 years ago.
At least they were in a quiet region when the communication system had gone on the fritz. There was nothing in the Ebron System worth seeing so no one came here unless it was in passing. In Dylan's time, the system had been home to a planet inhabited by the Efgira and the ku'Ort species. They had always been peaceful but after the fall of the Commonwealth, panic had broken out and a civil war started between the two species. Now there was nothing left of the planet but a hunk of lifeless rock. Harper had taken one look at the planet on the viewscreen and made an excuse to go belowdecks and work on fixing minor problems with the ship. The scarred surface of the rock reminded him too much of Earth although Earth was a little better off since it still had life even if that life was starving and miserable.
As he packed away the last of his tools, he picked up the sound of footsteps approaching. He sincerely hoped it was Trance. Any chance to see her was always welcome. Or if not Trance, at least Beka or Dylan or Rommie or even Rev. Anyone but...his hopes were dashed when Tyr turned the corner looking impatient. Damn. Not only did the big Nietzschian make Harper a little nervous but he was also far too dismissive of the engineer and wasn't the type to engage in idle conversation.
"Are you done yet?" Tyr snapped without preamble as though Harper were purposefully dawdling at the repairs. Harper suppressed the urge to sigh and roll his eyes which would only serve to further antagonize Tyr and nodded instead.
"Yeah. The system needs a couple of minutes to process the repairs and then everything should be fine." Tyr nodded sharply and turned to go.
"I'll inform Captain Hunt." Harper did roll his eyes as Tyr went back around the corner. It wasn't that he expected the Nietzschian to treat him like an equal as the others did. That would have been too much to ask but would it kill Tyr to be a little nicer? The occasional, "Good job, Harper," wouldn't hurt and if Tyr referred to him as "boy" one more time he thought he'd scream.
He felt the sudden surge in the deckplates as Andromeda suddenly accelerated and changed course and before he could even wonder why, everything exploded around him. He was thrown into the bulkhead as the corridor was torn apart by the stress of impact. He barely had time to register the sight of the corridor crumbling before him before everything went black.
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