Heya! I named this story "Wrong way". It's my idea about how Beka met
Harper. I read plenty of stories and now I thought it's time for my story.
I hope you enjoy. I'm still in need of a beta but I didn't find one yet. So
if you'll like to correct all my grammar mistakes feel free to email me.
You all know that I don't own Andromeda; I'm just writing for fun.
"Wrong way"
She couldn't quite believe it. How could she have gotten herself talked into this deal. But no matter how this had happened, now she was here on the surface of the planet she never wanted to spare a visit. Earth.
Sighing she stood and called: "Rev? I'm on my way to look for this jerk. If I'll be able to lay a hand on him, I'm gonna invite him for dinner, so at least you'll have something to look forward to!"
Her words were answered by something that was meant to be laughter, and only seconds later the Wayist monk entered the little kitchen of the Eureka Maru.
"Beka, I don't think you're prepared enough for the weather outside. It's called a blizzard." He started as his look fell upon her pilot-jacket.
She stopped him from lecturing by raising her hands in Exaggeration. "Rev, I wouldn't have to go out there, if this stinking worm would have showed up in the first place. But as I told you already, I'm gonna go find him." she closed her hands into fists.
The Magog knew what she was talking about. Both of them were reluctant about the offered job, but their contact had talked them into it and times weren't easy, so you had to take what life offered you. Although doing business on earth was as easy as teaching an elephant how to fly, both agreed and accepted the conditions, and now just two thoughts whirled around in their heads: getting rid of the illegal weapons and leaving earth behind as fast as possible.
Rev glanced one last time at Beka: "Watch your back, Rebecca. Out there are creatures worse then my brothers."
Beka answered with a smile and touched her gauss-gun slightly. "Don't worry my friend, I'm angry and armed." She waved at him and left with the words: "See ya in two hours!"
Already twenty minutes had passed since she started her journey through the marketplace. She knew her contact had his business somewhere nearby. But everyone she asked told her into a different direction. Again, she thanked someone and started to walk back down the street she had come from.
As she passed a group of smugly youth they started to whistle. Beka stopped. Rolling her eyes heavily she turned and watched the men. All three of them wore cloaks with big hoods, so she couldn't make out their faces.
"What?!" she asked them, her voice icy.
"Hey Babe!" one of the 'men' stood and crossed the safety distance between them. Listening to his voice Beka decided all of them must be in their early 20's.
He stopped in front of her: "You're looking like you're in need of a real man!" he told her.
Beka bit her lip to stop herself from grinning. Time passed and she finally decided to reply: "You don't know who you're offering that to."
Without any hesitation she kicked him in the guts. The guy didn't stand a chance. As he finally started to comprehend what happened to him he had already hit the ground.
Beka crossed her arms. "Anyone else?" she asked.
The two left 'wanna-be-lovers' growled at her and went after her together. But before they were in reach everyone heard the whistle. The men stopped dead and watched the direction the noise came from. Seconds later another hooded figure emerged one of the streets.
He scowled: "What the hell do you think you're doing?! We have business!" All men dropped there gaze and quickly started to catch up with him. The one Beka kicked before, slowly worked himself up and hissed: "You'll pay Spacer!" With that all four fled into darkness and allowed Beka to relax slightly. She hated Earth.
30 minutes later:
She knew it had been a bad idea to follow this last lead. With the first step she took into this dark side-street she had known it. But again she had suppressed her intuition. Her whole body was tense and slowly her muscles started to cramp as she searched the darkness before her for any threats. Her overworked nerves showed her movements where no movements were.
'Why had she accepted this stupid offer?'; this was the question she had asked herself plenty of times the last hours. But one thing was sure. This area fitted to her contact. Dark, creepy, slimy. She knew she would find him here. As she thought so, she felt a movement beside her. Her hand touched her gun to be sure it still was there and she swallowed hard, as she dared the step sideways to check onto what she had seen. But again, there was nothing. Her hand loosened the grip on her weapon and she wanted to continue her way.
Suddenly out of nowhere a hand shut her mouth closed and she felt cold steel on her throat. With force someone knocked her into the nearby wall.
"Hey Honey! I'm back!" a hoarse voice whispered in her ear.
She recognized him and sweat started to form on her forehead.
"What do you think pals! Are we going to have our fun with her before I kill her? Or do we just kill her?! I bet she's a pain in the ass!" His words found the wished attention of his friends.
"Finish her off!" applauded one. "Let's have some fun with her!" arose another voice.
It went on like that a little, and then all fell silent. "Didn't I tell you we have important business to do?" someone growled.
Beka was terrified as she felt her attacker tense. The dagger first barely touching her skin now cut her. She could feel warm blood run down her throat. Her already fast beating heart started to race as panic rose and her breath came in a short erratic rhythm. The guy however felt her reaction and told his leader in sarcastic voice: "She's pretty hot Shay!"
"So?" he asked amusement swung in his voice: "Guess it's all about me, huh?"
She felt nausea after this comment, but his comrades started to applaud in unison.
"Ben! It's my turn!" he demanded.
The man holding her, loosened his grip to make room for his boss, and Beka took her chance. With a fast movement she drove her elbow into the chest of her capturer. She heard his rips cracking as they gave away under the pressure. She smirked, but it vanished immediately as she got the answer of her actions. Someone threw her into the wall good and hard. She felt her face collide with the hard surface and everything went blurry. As she finally managed to fight off the dizziness her body was shoved against the wall again from the other man. She tried to scream, but her new capturer just laughed at her and his hand ended her cry for help.
"You're right Ben, she's hot!" with these words he pulled her from the wall just to push her back the next second.
Ben answered his statement with a weak groan. "Help him get up!" he ordered the other ones. As no one seemed to move he grew angry: "I told you to help him!" he scowled.
A quiet murmur convinced him that his friends where busy.
He pushed her harder against the wall and hissed: "Okay Lady, listen. We have one chance to get you outta here alive and only one! Do you get me?!" With that he loosened the hand that covered her mouth to allow her to nod. As she did so, he continued: "Great! So, if I release you, you gonna run and never look back. Just run! Capiche?" he felt her nodding again. "And, Lady? The last time, it was a game. This time we're serious."
She felt his hands moving down her back and coming to a stop on her hips. Fear rose again, but then she felt the weight of her gauss-gun disappear. One last time he pushed her forcefully against the wall, and then he tumbled backwards. In one cat-like movement he rammed down his friend Ben and lifted the now unsecured gun.
He never checked if the woman ran or not. His hands held the weapon steady as he aimed at his "friends". He didn't know why he had helped her. He didn't know why at all. He even hated Spacer. They weren't human. They were..different. But he couldn't stand the sight of the woman being threatened by Ben, and he listened to his intuition.
´It's the only thing keeping you alive on this damn planet´ his father had told him. And he shared this opinion. His dad was right with this one, he still was alive.
Both men watched him cautiously.
"Why did you do that Shay?" the two wanted to know. Ben was still on the ground, unmoving.
Shay laughed coldly. "Let's say I quit?!" he explained.
Everything that followed happened in fast- motion. He could sense the kick, but wasn't fast enough to get out of the line. The booted foot impacted with his wrist and with an agonized cry Shay lost the weapon. It vanished in the darkness. He didn't care about that at the moment; he only felt the pain burning in his wrist. Worse than that was the look in the eyes of his former partners.
"Shay, Shay, Shay. And I always thought you're smart." Ben said.
Shay knew exactly what was going to happen now. He often enough had ordered it himself. Betrayal was punished with death. He hadn't even finished this thought as the first fist hit him right in the face and he lost his balance. The next kick hit his kidneys, but he still decided to roll himself into a ball and protect his head and chest as much as possible. The kicks and punches went on and eventually one of the kicks hit his head. He felt himself lose consciousness.
Far away he was aware of hearing a weapon going off and then the beating stopped. He flinched in anticipation of more kicks and hits as something brushed him. But nothing happened. Through the haziness of his mind he could hear the voice of a woman talking: "Rev? I got a medical emergency, do you mind helping me out?"
The last thing he could feel was that he was rolled over to his back, then he drifted off into oblivion.
TBC
You all know that I don't own Andromeda; I'm just writing for fun.
"Wrong way"
She couldn't quite believe it. How could she have gotten herself talked into this deal. But no matter how this had happened, now she was here on the surface of the planet she never wanted to spare a visit. Earth.
Sighing she stood and called: "Rev? I'm on my way to look for this jerk. If I'll be able to lay a hand on him, I'm gonna invite him for dinner, so at least you'll have something to look forward to!"
Her words were answered by something that was meant to be laughter, and only seconds later the Wayist monk entered the little kitchen of the Eureka Maru.
"Beka, I don't think you're prepared enough for the weather outside. It's called a blizzard." He started as his look fell upon her pilot-jacket.
She stopped him from lecturing by raising her hands in Exaggeration. "Rev, I wouldn't have to go out there, if this stinking worm would have showed up in the first place. But as I told you already, I'm gonna go find him." she closed her hands into fists.
The Magog knew what she was talking about. Both of them were reluctant about the offered job, but their contact had talked them into it and times weren't easy, so you had to take what life offered you. Although doing business on earth was as easy as teaching an elephant how to fly, both agreed and accepted the conditions, and now just two thoughts whirled around in their heads: getting rid of the illegal weapons and leaving earth behind as fast as possible.
Rev glanced one last time at Beka: "Watch your back, Rebecca. Out there are creatures worse then my brothers."
Beka answered with a smile and touched her gauss-gun slightly. "Don't worry my friend, I'm angry and armed." She waved at him and left with the words: "See ya in two hours!"
Already twenty minutes had passed since she started her journey through the marketplace. She knew her contact had his business somewhere nearby. But everyone she asked told her into a different direction. Again, she thanked someone and started to walk back down the street she had come from.
As she passed a group of smugly youth they started to whistle. Beka stopped. Rolling her eyes heavily she turned and watched the men. All three of them wore cloaks with big hoods, so she couldn't make out their faces.
"What?!" she asked them, her voice icy.
"Hey Babe!" one of the 'men' stood and crossed the safety distance between them. Listening to his voice Beka decided all of them must be in their early 20's.
He stopped in front of her: "You're looking like you're in need of a real man!" he told her.
Beka bit her lip to stop herself from grinning. Time passed and she finally decided to reply: "You don't know who you're offering that to."
Without any hesitation she kicked him in the guts. The guy didn't stand a chance. As he finally started to comprehend what happened to him he had already hit the ground.
Beka crossed her arms. "Anyone else?" she asked.
The two left 'wanna-be-lovers' growled at her and went after her together. But before they were in reach everyone heard the whistle. The men stopped dead and watched the direction the noise came from. Seconds later another hooded figure emerged one of the streets.
He scowled: "What the hell do you think you're doing?! We have business!" All men dropped there gaze and quickly started to catch up with him. The one Beka kicked before, slowly worked himself up and hissed: "You'll pay Spacer!" With that all four fled into darkness and allowed Beka to relax slightly. She hated Earth.
30 minutes later:
She knew it had been a bad idea to follow this last lead. With the first step she took into this dark side-street she had known it. But again she had suppressed her intuition. Her whole body was tense and slowly her muscles started to cramp as she searched the darkness before her for any threats. Her overworked nerves showed her movements where no movements were.
'Why had she accepted this stupid offer?'; this was the question she had asked herself plenty of times the last hours. But one thing was sure. This area fitted to her contact. Dark, creepy, slimy. She knew she would find him here. As she thought so, she felt a movement beside her. Her hand touched her gun to be sure it still was there and she swallowed hard, as she dared the step sideways to check onto what she had seen. But again, there was nothing. Her hand loosened the grip on her weapon and she wanted to continue her way.
Suddenly out of nowhere a hand shut her mouth closed and she felt cold steel on her throat. With force someone knocked her into the nearby wall.
"Hey Honey! I'm back!" a hoarse voice whispered in her ear.
She recognized him and sweat started to form on her forehead.
"What do you think pals! Are we going to have our fun with her before I kill her? Or do we just kill her?! I bet she's a pain in the ass!" His words found the wished attention of his friends.
"Finish her off!" applauded one. "Let's have some fun with her!" arose another voice.
It went on like that a little, and then all fell silent. "Didn't I tell you we have important business to do?" someone growled.
Beka was terrified as she felt her attacker tense. The dagger first barely touching her skin now cut her. She could feel warm blood run down her throat. Her already fast beating heart started to race as panic rose and her breath came in a short erratic rhythm. The guy however felt her reaction and told his leader in sarcastic voice: "She's pretty hot Shay!"
"So?" he asked amusement swung in his voice: "Guess it's all about me, huh?"
She felt nausea after this comment, but his comrades started to applaud in unison.
"Ben! It's my turn!" he demanded.
The man holding her, loosened his grip to make room for his boss, and Beka took her chance. With a fast movement she drove her elbow into the chest of her capturer. She heard his rips cracking as they gave away under the pressure. She smirked, but it vanished immediately as she got the answer of her actions. Someone threw her into the wall good and hard. She felt her face collide with the hard surface and everything went blurry. As she finally managed to fight off the dizziness her body was shoved against the wall again from the other man. She tried to scream, but her new capturer just laughed at her and his hand ended her cry for help.
"You're right Ben, she's hot!" with these words he pulled her from the wall just to push her back the next second.
Ben answered his statement with a weak groan. "Help him get up!" he ordered the other ones. As no one seemed to move he grew angry: "I told you to help him!" he scowled.
A quiet murmur convinced him that his friends where busy.
He pushed her harder against the wall and hissed: "Okay Lady, listen. We have one chance to get you outta here alive and only one! Do you get me?!" With that he loosened the hand that covered her mouth to allow her to nod. As she did so, he continued: "Great! So, if I release you, you gonna run and never look back. Just run! Capiche?" he felt her nodding again. "And, Lady? The last time, it was a game. This time we're serious."
She felt his hands moving down her back and coming to a stop on her hips. Fear rose again, but then she felt the weight of her gauss-gun disappear. One last time he pushed her forcefully against the wall, and then he tumbled backwards. In one cat-like movement he rammed down his friend Ben and lifted the now unsecured gun.
He never checked if the woman ran or not. His hands held the weapon steady as he aimed at his "friends". He didn't know why he had helped her. He didn't know why at all. He even hated Spacer. They weren't human. They were..different. But he couldn't stand the sight of the woman being threatened by Ben, and he listened to his intuition.
´It's the only thing keeping you alive on this damn planet´ his father had told him. And he shared this opinion. His dad was right with this one, he still was alive.
Both men watched him cautiously.
"Why did you do that Shay?" the two wanted to know. Ben was still on the ground, unmoving.
Shay laughed coldly. "Let's say I quit?!" he explained.
Everything that followed happened in fast- motion. He could sense the kick, but wasn't fast enough to get out of the line. The booted foot impacted with his wrist and with an agonized cry Shay lost the weapon. It vanished in the darkness. He didn't care about that at the moment; he only felt the pain burning in his wrist. Worse than that was the look in the eyes of his former partners.
"Shay, Shay, Shay. And I always thought you're smart." Ben said.
Shay knew exactly what was going to happen now. He often enough had ordered it himself. Betrayal was punished with death. He hadn't even finished this thought as the first fist hit him right in the face and he lost his balance. The next kick hit his kidneys, but he still decided to roll himself into a ball and protect his head and chest as much as possible. The kicks and punches went on and eventually one of the kicks hit his head. He felt himself lose consciousness.
Far away he was aware of hearing a weapon going off and then the beating stopped. He flinched in anticipation of more kicks and hits as something brushed him. But nothing happened. Through the haziness of his mind he could hear the voice of a woman talking: "Rev? I got a medical emergency, do you mind helping me out?"
The last thing he could feel was that he was rolled over to his back, then he drifted off into oblivion.
TBC