Author: Denigoddess2001
Address: Denigoddess2001@aol.com
Date:3/26/02 1:30:12 PM
Title: Simply Being Tyr
Rating: G
Characters: Tyr, Beka, Dylan
Summary: Tyr faces a potential enemy: his growing feelings for the Andromeda crew.
Disclaimer: Andromeda doesn't belong to me. The show and its characters belong to Majel Barrett-Roddenberry and whoever else thought of them. No infringement intended. It's anti Neitzchian to sue me. I'm broke.
Tyr studied the captain staring gravely at the starry field of the view screen. Recent events had brought the Nietzschian to a place where he re-examined his view of the paradoxical man.
He knew that Dylan was a man of honor and quixotic ideals. A three hundred year old relic on a mad quest to restore the commonwealth, he both amused and intrigued the pragmatic Kodiak warrior. Tyr originally planned to exploit the captain's innate gallantry to gain control of the warship. Instead, he found it disturbing that dangerous weakness had set his Nietzschian mindset askew.
When had he stopped being entrepreneurial and fallen prey to human weakness?
When had Tyr started caring?
Tyr silently cursed the Powers-That-Be that had led him to this place, this ship...this pride. Now, his assurance of opportunity was compromised by a growing sense of kinship for the good captain. Any other Neitzchian showing such emotional weakness deserved to be shot.
Tyr still maintained a strong survival instinct. Today wasn't a good day to die.
One grew stronger by facing the enemy in the forefront. He challenged his pitiable liking for the naïve captain. Good Captain Hunt vexed him at every turn. It had stunned him greatly to find the Captain had also read The Art of War, the Magog Dialogues and several Nietzschian volumes of war and philosophy.
[Damn you, Captain Hunt.] Tyr cursed him. [Must you always amaze me?]
Tyr ruthlessly suppressed the feeling of fraternity for Captain Hunt. He attempted crushing the respect he held for the man. The Neitzchian stomped on the warmth that Dylan inspired. He banished the hurt and anguish he felt when Dylan had told him that he didn't trust him or think much of his character.
It was to be expected, Tyr was Neitzchian.
Yet, a tiny voice screamed that he wanted to prove the good Captain wrong. He wanted the love of brotherhood. He wanted Beka's arms around him. Tyr wanted to openly embrace Harper and call him friend. The serenity that Rev Bem offered was a welcome temptation to an opportunist weary of fighting and exploiting the galaxies around him. The dark warrior longed to trust even Trance.
"Tyr, cat got your tongue?" Beka's voice cut into his silent reverie.
"No, merely contemplating."
"Always the Neitzchian: plotting and scheming." She scoffed. "Haven't you ever just wanted to take a day off and just be Tyr."
"When you're the last survivor of your pride, you fight for all that that is sacred."
"Pride goeth before the fall." She gave him a sly wink. "I'm going to work out. I'll see you later."
Tyr returned his attention to the captain.
With the proper focus, these foolish feelings would be squelched. But, for now, he allowed himself the sheer,rare luxury of simply being Tyr. He would be Neitzchian another day.
-Fini
Address: Denigoddess2001@aol.com
Date:3/26/02 1:30:12 PM
Title: Simply Being Tyr
Rating: G
Characters: Tyr, Beka, Dylan
Summary: Tyr faces a potential enemy: his growing feelings for the Andromeda crew.
Disclaimer: Andromeda doesn't belong to me. The show and its characters belong to Majel Barrett-Roddenberry and whoever else thought of them. No infringement intended. It's anti Neitzchian to sue me. I'm broke.
Tyr studied the captain staring gravely at the starry field of the view screen. Recent events had brought the Nietzschian to a place where he re-examined his view of the paradoxical man.
He knew that Dylan was a man of honor and quixotic ideals. A three hundred year old relic on a mad quest to restore the commonwealth, he both amused and intrigued the pragmatic Kodiak warrior. Tyr originally planned to exploit the captain's innate gallantry to gain control of the warship. Instead, he found it disturbing that dangerous weakness had set his Nietzschian mindset askew.
When had he stopped being entrepreneurial and fallen prey to human weakness?
When had Tyr started caring?
Tyr silently cursed the Powers-That-Be that had led him to this place, this ship...this pride. Now, his assurance of opportunity was compromised by a growing sense of kinship for the good captain. Any other Neitzchian showing such emotional weakness deserved to be shot.
Tyr still maintained a strong survival instinct. Today wasn't a good day to die.
One grew stronger by facing the enemy in the forefront. He challenged his pitiable liking for the naïve captain. Good Captain Hunt vexed him at every turn. It had stunned him greatly to find the Captain had also read The Art of War, the Magog Dialogues and several Nietzschian volumes of war and philosophy.
[Damn you, Captain Hunt.] Tyr cursed him. [Must you always amaze me?]
Tyr ruthlessly suppressed the feeling of fraternity for Captain Hunt. He attempted crushing the respect he held for the man. The Neitzchian stomped on the warmth that Dylan inspired. He banished the hurt and anguish he felt when Dylan had told him that he didn't trust him or think much of his character.
It was to be expected, Tyr was Neitzchian.
Yet, a tiny voice screamed that he wanted to prove the good Captain wrong. He wanted the love of brotherhood. He wanted Beka's arms around him. Tyr wanted to openly embrace Harper and call him friend. The serenity that Rev Bem offered was a welcome temptation to an opportunist weary of fighting and exploiting the galaxies around him. The dark warrior longed to trust even Trance.
"Tyr, cat got your tongue?" Beka's voice cut into his silent reverie.
"No, merely contemplating."
"Always the Neitzchian: plotting and scheming." She scoffed. "Haven't you ever just wanted to take a day off and just be Tyr."
"When you're the last survivor of your pride, you fight for all that that is sacred."
"Pride goeth before the fall." She gave him a sly wink. "I'm going to work out. I'll see you later."
Tyr returned his attention to the captain.
With the proper focus, these foolish feelings would be squelched. But, for now, he allowed himself the sheer,rare luxury of simply being Tyr. He would be Neitzchian another day.
-Fini