Disclaimer: I do not own Andromeda (unfortunately) or anything associated with Andromeda. Also, (once again unfortunately) I am not making any money off of this.

Author's (that would be me, Dragon of the Elements) Note: Okay, so here's the first chapter. I have only seen a few episodes, so if I get any facts wrong don't yell at me. I know like nothing about the planets, the types of spaceships, and the necessary materials to fix Andromeda. I'm kind of using my imagination here. So work with me please, and if you have any info, please tell me. If I actually get some goods reviews I'll keep going. But be nice!!! Okay, I'm done. For now. But I will be back!!!!

***Some back-water slave planet controlled by the Drago-Kasov Pride, called Damien***

The Andromeda, after a brief but intense aerial dogfight with some as far un-identified small fighters, had suffered enough damage to be forced to seek somewhere to land so that the necessary materials could be bought.

Or, as Beka had put it "So we can get a break from the damn ship and get some real air while Harper fixes the ship."

Harper watched as the rest of the crew filed off the Andromeda. They were headed to the nearest city, a place called Riiocan. Dylan warned them that the planet was controlled by the Drago-Kasov Pride (Dragans for short), and they should try to avoid provoking any trouble. Harper had noticed that the last part seemed to be aimed at Tyr.

For the next half hour after the rest of them, including Rommie, had left, Harper worked around the Engineering section to fix what he could. The main damage was to the engines, where one of the enemies missiles had hit very close to.

Harper sighed, and ran a greasy hand through his hair. He had done all he could without the parts he needed, but now it was time to go to Riiocan.

"Might as well get this over with." he muttered as he left the ship, pausing for a moment as the airlock shut behind him.

Harper was kind of uneasy about walking around alone on a Nietzchean-controlled planet. Even though it had been years since he had been officially under Dragan rule, he was still unsure about walking around like he was anybody. Maybe to Tyr and Dylan, they were equals, but to him, they would always be a source of anxiousness.

***An hour later, in Riiocan***

Harper sighed as he walked out of the mechanics shop, the Golden Nano-Welder. It was the third shop he had been to so far, and he had still not found the parts he needed.

If only that was his biggest problem. However, it wasn't. For the past 30 minutes two big, tough-looking Nietzcheans, Dragans he presumed, had been following him. He knew the type, and they were slavers. Harper had tried to ignore them, but they weren't going away.

Harper had kept going about his normal business, hoping that he would run into someone off the Andromeda, hopefully Dylan or Beka, hell, even Tyr. But so far he had seen no one.

Just then, the slavers decided to make their move. In the classic pincer movement, they attacked him, one on each side. Harper tried to run, but the first slaver took out a whip and viciously pulled Harper's legs out from under him. He crashed to the ground, the breath knocked out of him and wincing as he felt several ribs break.

He screamed as the second Nietzchean stepped on his back to hold him down.

"Shut up, you ass. Or it will be much more painful in the future for you."

As if to prove his point, he ground down on Harper's back. In response, Harper screamed again.

*** One block away***

Beka and Trance had been walking after having something to eat at a dingy-looking 'restaurant'. They then heard a scream that was unmistakably Harper's.

"What has Harper gotten himself into now," groaned Beka as she gripped her gun and headed in the direction of the screams, Trance cautiously following her.

The two of them headed in the direction of Harper's scream, not knowing what to expect, but knowing it wouldn't be good. They rounded a corner, then Beka, who was leading, saw what was there and pulled back behind the filthy wall.

"There are two Nietzcheans that have Harper. We'll have to rush them and try and get Harper out of there." she told trance, who only nodded.

They counted silently to three, then whirled around the corner and aimed their guns, ready to take down those who would take Harper. They took aim and shot at...

Nothing. No Harper, no Nietzcheans. Only a small pool of blood, marking where Harper had lain.

He was gone.

***Three hours later***

Pounding. That was the first thing he felt. It sounded like little men were cheerfully pounding drums inside his brain. And there was pain, and the sharp, jolting pain up his whole leg, even though he wasn't moving.

He lay there motionless for a while, debating on whether moving seemed like the best thing. His head was still pounding, and he had come to realize his left leg was broken, and so were some of his ribs, which made it hard to breathe.

Finally, taking the supreme effort, he raised himself into a sitting position. Shaking with the pain and the effort, he raised one hand, ran it through his blond hair, wincing at the massive bump and dried blood, and remembered-

to be continued

Dragon of the Elements, better known as Element's note: Okay. It took me like two months to finally find the time to do this, but chapter 1 is done. I need your reviews please, to know whether this, my first attempt at fan fiction was any good. My muse and alter-ego, EarthDragon, was co-operating today. She doesn't always do that.

EarthDragon: Of course not! Now, where is the fun in that? But, Element made me do this, under threat of no Fanfiction time or free time. No free time means no terrorizing innocent livestock and/or people.
Element: No what?!?! You lousy muse, I'm going to kick your scaly emerald as-

EarthDragon: Uh-oh. Look, now you got me in trouble. I gotta fly before she chains me to a tree. Review, so she'll be happy and I can return!