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Two months later
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Trance and Tyr landed on a small trading planet. They were both exhausted and needed a break. A good meal seemed like the perfect refresher. The shuttle they had traded a slip fighter for was slow, ungainly and with out many amenities and as a result both Tyr and Trance needed to stretch their legs.
The last two months had been really hard. They had lost two of their closest friends. The crew had been small to start with now with Beka and Harper gone they were feeling even more overwhelmed then before.
They had searched for Harper for more then a month but in the end were forced to move on. They needed to deal with the world around them. They were running out of supplies. Rommie needed repairs done since they had had a run in with some rogue Dragans weeks earlier, the realities of life wouldn't allow them to wallow in the past. Dylan had sent them out on a supply run a week earlier and they were needed back as soon as possible. They were both exhausted but as much as they were needed elsewhere and quick break was necessary.
Trance decided that she wanted to clean up a bit before joining Tyr for supper so Tyr headed off to a local drinking establishment, which looked like the only half decent place to eat in the quadrant and agreed to meet her there.
He entered the pub and his nose wrinkled. The place stunk of alcohol, strange foods and unwashed clientele. The room was poorly lit and a strange haze seemed to fill the air. Tyr shrugged his shoulders and walked in heading to the bar. The barkeep walked over to him obviously a bit intimidated but doing his best not to show it. "What'll ya have?" His voice cracked and his fake smile showed a missing tooth.
"Do you have bourbon?"
"Who drinks that crap! Yeah, I got some but it's in the back. "
"Spare me the commentary then and do your job." Even the great Nietzschien was tired his patience was wearing thin.
The barkeep grumbled and wandered off to get the drink.
Tyr leaned back on the bar once again surveying the room. Maybe he should go back to the cargo shuttle. This wasn't a safe place for Trance it was seedier then he had expected. Mind you the purple girl had proven herself very resourceful in the past.
Tyr's thoughts were broken as the barkeep returned with his drink. "You know you're not the only one I've had this week asking for strange drinks. There was this little guy, who asked for something called a Sparky, hell I don't even now what that is but I ended up selling him some earth beer. it's been a strange week." the bartender prattled on but Tyr ignored him focusing on the words he just said.
Suddenly Tyr reached over the bar and grabbed the front of the strange man's shirt pulling him half way over the bar. "Tell me now! Where is this man?"
The man squeaked with fear and fumbled for words, "I, I'm not sure. he's been coming in here every night this week usually sits in the back maybe one of the waitress' have seen him."
Tyr let go of the man's shirt and he dropped to the ground behind the bar. Tyr turned and let his eyes quickly roam around the room. He must have been more tired then he thought, for in the far back corner sat a man, alone, dressed in black with his head lying on the table by his drink. How did he miss him?
Tyr quickly made his way over to the table and looked down at the pathetic sight. Harper lay with his left cheek down, eyes closed on the sticky table. His face was flushed and he smelled of pharmaceuticals. He was either sick again or taking drugs or both, he was certainly drunk. To Tyr's eyes he had never looked worse. "Boy." Tyr poked at Harper's shoulder. Harper didn't move so he tried again. "Harper, you self centered little man wake up!"
Suddenly Harper was up. He woke with a jump literally as he leapt on to the table his gauss gun out before he was even really aware. The gun was focused on Tyr's chest but it wavered slightly as Harper tried to focus with blurry eyes. The room around them fell silent.
"Tyr?" he questioned unsteadily.
"Yes, we've finally found you." Tyr's eyes were drawn to the gun again. "Are you well?"
Harper laughed. It was the laugh of someone who was falling apart. "Do I look okay? I left for a reason. I-I never wanted to see you guys again!" he stumbled over his words but he grew more confident with each one. " Now leave before you leave in pieces!"
"Really child so much Drama."
The barkeep had some how managed to find some bravery and made his way over to the two men. "Excuse me we don't want any trouble."
Harper turned flashing his gun on the bartender. "Shut Up!" he screamed but his loss of focus was an opening for Tyr and he leapt at Harper.
The sound of the gauss firing filled the room.
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Two months later
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Trance and Tyr landed on a small trading planet. They were both exhausted and needed a break. A good meal seemed like the perfect refresher. The shuttle they had traded a slip fighter for was slow, ungainly and with out many amenities and as a result both Tyr and Trance needed to stretch their legs.
The last two months had been really hard. They had lost two of their closest friends. The crew had been small to start with now with Beka and Harper gone they were feeling even more overwhelmed then before.
They had searched for Harper for more then a month but in the end were forced to move on. They needed to deal with the world around them. They were running out of supplies. Rommie needed repairs done since they had had a run in with some rogue Dragans weeks earlier, the realities of life wouldn't allow them to wallow in the past. Dylan had sent them out on a supply run a week earlier and they were needed back as soon as possible. They were both exhausted but as much as they were needed elsewhere and quick break was necessary.
Trance decided that she wanted to clean up a bit before joining Tyr for supper so Tyr headed off to a local drinking establishment, which looked like the only half decent place to eat in the quadrant and agreed to meet her there.
He entered the pub and his nose wrinkled. The place stunk of alcohol, strange foods and unwashed clientele. The room was poorly lit and a strange haze seemed to fill the air. Tyr shrugged his shoulders and walked in heading to the bar. The barkeep walked over to him obviously a bit intimidated but doing his best not to show it. "What'll ya have?" His voice cracked and his fake smile showed a missing tooth.
"Do you have bourbon?"
"Who drinks that crap! Yeah, I got some but it's in the back. "
"Spare me the commentary then and do your job." Even the great Nietzschien was tired his patience was wearing thin.
The barkeep grumbled and wandered off to get the drink.
Tyr leaned back on the bar once again surveying the room. Maybe he should go back to the cargo shuttle. This wasn't a safe place for Trance it was seedier then he had expected. Mind you the purple girl had proven herself very resourceful in the past.
Tyr's thoughts were broken as the barkeep returned with his drink. "You know you're not the only one I've had this week asking for strange drinks. There was this little guy, who asked for something called a Sparky, hell I don't even now what that is but I ended up selling him some earth beer. it's been a strange week." the bartender prattled on but Tyr ignored him focusing on the words he just said.
Suddenly Tyr reached over the bar and grabbed the front of the strange man's shirt pulling him half way over the bar. "Tell me now! Where is this man?"
The man squeaked with fear and fumbled for words, "I, I'm not sure. he's been coming in here every night this week usually sits in the back maybe one of the waitress' have seen him."
Tyr let go of the man's shirt and he dropped to the ground behind the bar. Tyr turned and let his eyes quickly roam around the room. He must have been more tired then he thought, for in the far back corner sat a man, alone, dressed in black with his head lying on the table by his drink. How did he miss him?
Tyr quickly made his way over to the table and looked down at the pathetic sight. Harper lay with his left cheek down, eyes closed on the sticky table. His face was flushed and he smelled of pharmaceuticals. He was either sick again or taking drugs or both, he was certainly drunk. To Tyr's eyes he had never looked worse. "Boy." Tyr poked at Harper's shoulder. Harper didn't move so he tried again. "Harper, you self centered little man wake up!"
Suddenly Harper was up. He woke with a jump literally as he leapt on to the table his gauss gun out before he was even really aware. The gun was focused on Tyr's chest but it wavered slightly as Harper tried to focus with blurry eyes. The room around them fell silent.
"Tyr?" he questioned unsteadily.
"Yes, we've finally found you." Tyr's eyes were drawn to the gun again. "Are you well?"
Harper laughed. It was the laugh of someone who was falling apart. "Do I look okay? I left for a reason. I-I never wanted to see you guys again!" he stumbled over his words but he grew more confident with each one. " Now leave before you leave in pieces!"
"Really child so much Drama."
The barkeep had some how managed to find some bravery and made his way over to the two men. "Excuse me we don't want any trouble."
Harper turned flashing his gun on the bartender. "Shut Up!" he screamed but his loss of focus was an opening for Tyr and he leapt at Harper.
The sound of the gauss firing filled the room.
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