Ok, I realize there was I typo in chapter 5 pertaining to Anjel's age. That
was actually my mistake, but instead of go back and fix it I'm just going
to go with it. You don't get to know how old Anjel is, yet. Let's just say
she's older that she looks.Other than that I know this is a short chapter
but I was pressed for time, so I promise the next one will be longer.
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Tyr smiled at the crew, his crew, once. He gazed at the Captain whom he had risked his life for, and then stabbed in the back. Finally he settled on the women he hurt worst of all. It had been months now, and still she was the only thing he regretted. He knew that nothing he could ever do would change what happened, but he still did love her, despite himself.
Dylan moved to place a protective hand on Beka, claiming her as his. Tyr's nostrils visibly flared as Beka stroked his hand comfortably. It wasn't an act; he could tell that much through his Nietzschean senses. She had moved on. Could he really have asked her to do anything else? He had, and already he had 3 wives with child. But she was still his, Damnit.
Tyr's face crew cold and business like. Dylan's stayed the same; he had thrown Tyr off a bit, good.
"Mr. Anasazi, it's good to finally see you again." Dylan grinned.
"Captain Hunt, you have a few things of mine that I wish to have returned to me immediately." Always straight down to business, good old reliable Tyr.
"I'm sorry, Tyr, I don't quite understand. What is it that you want?" Dylan asked with a confused look. In reality he knew exactly what Tyr wanted, Alexander. But it was fun to play with him a little; after all, he had betrayed him once upon a time. Not to mention sent the High Guard fleet into a death trap. Yeah, it was good to mess with Tyr.
Tyr shifted his footing, probably trying to appear more intimidating, but Dylan was used to it, so it really didn't work. "Dylan, do you realize what is on your ship? Don't play games with me, I am not in the mood."
"Well I guess I don't, now do I. If I did, I'm sure I would be happy to turn it over to our best Nietzschean friend." Dylan continued as his hand began to massage Beka's neck. She leaned into it, obviously enjoying herself.
"The boy and his guards are indebted to me. They've killed over 100 of my men and they've stolen a ship from me." Tyr almost spat it out. The bridge doors opened, which made almost everyone jump, except for Trance who had been expecting it. Anjel walked though the entrance, wearing a black tank and leather, as well as her helix. She smiled at Tyr.
"Greetings High Alpha Kodiak. And what does your presence grace us with this time. Have we offended you in some way? I certainly hope not, my lord Kodiak." Her words were laced with sarcasm and malice, but none the less it was pleasant, and seemed humble. She walked down the platform and stood on the other side of Beka, strategically placing the blond in the middle.
Tyr's hands clenched into fists but hid them behind his back. The anger in him was very evident though, his movement was shaky and his eyes watered. "I have enough missiles to blow the Andromeda and its crew back to Tarren Vedra. And I will do it." His voice was low and calm, despite his evident predicament.
"Come now your majesty, you would not harm your pride's highest ranking female, would you? And what about my mate, would you really sacrifice him? It would be unwise of you my lord. Destroy all you have worked to create for one small boy. It is highly illogical." Anjel continued to speak to the Alpha Kodiak, and continued to confuse the hell out of everyone else. She placed a hand on Beka's shoulder, not in the way Dylan had, but just to recognize her. "Would you harm her as well my lord, all for a child who has not old enough to have stable bone blades?"
Tyr steadied himself, carefully weighing the consequences. He smiled, setting plan B in motion, "Prepare to be boarded Captain Hunt." He smiled and ended his transmission.
"Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Dylan yelled, mostly to Anjel, but actually to anyone who would answer.
Anjel was busy preparing. "I'm sorry sir, but we are about to have our big ass boarded. I recommend you get your non nietzschean crew members to a safe area, and please take Alex with you." Anjel gave Dylan an order, huh that was a first.
"There are too many of them, we will need all hands." Dylan said almost to himself. He had to act "Attention, this is your Captain; all hands prepare for intruders. Lancers to decks C15 and D2. Technicians secure all machine shops and all other officers are to proceed to your assigned duties." he glanced at Anjel, and now Tammers, who had joined them. He too was wearing his helix, and wore a burgundy red vest that not only displayed his physique but also his pride's markings. Definitely Kodiak. Why did Dylan feel that he could trust the pair, after all they were Nietzschean. But something told him to give them what they needed. " All Nietzschean personnel are to proceed to Docking Station C for further instructions."
Anjel smiled, "Thank you Captain."
"When this is over, you and I will be having a very long talk." Dylan warned.
Anjel laughed as she and Tammers headed out to fight, despite Anjel's injury, "I look forward to it Sir."
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Tyr smiled at the crew, his crew, once. He gazed at the Captain whom he had risked his life for, and then stabbed in the back. Finally he settled on the women he hurt worst of all. It had been months now, and still she was the only thing he regretted. He knew that nothing he could ever do would change what happened, but he still did love her, despite himself.
Dylan moved to place a protective hand on Beka, claiming her as his. Tyr's nostrils visibly flared as Beka stroked his hand comfortably. It wasn't an act; he could tell that much through his Nietzschean senses. She had moved on. Could he really have asked her to do anything else? He had, and already he had 3 wives with child. But she was still his, Damnit.
Tyr's face crew cold and business like. Dylan's stayed the same; he had thrown Tyr off a bit, good.
"Mr. Anasazi, it's good to finally see you again." Dylan grinned.
"Captain Hunt, you have a few things of mine that I wish to have returned to me immediately." Always straight down to business, good old reliable Tyr.
"I'm sorry, Tyr, I don't quite understand. What is it that you want?" Dylan asked with a confused look. In reality he knew exactly what Tyr wanted, Alexander. But it was fun to play with him a little; after all, he had betrayed him once upon a time. Not to mention sent the High Guard fleet into a death trap. Yeah, it was good to mess with Tyr.
Tyr shifted his footing, probably trying to appear more intimidating, but Dylan was used to it, so it really didn't work. "Dylan, do you realize what is on your ship? Don't play games with me, I am not in the mood."
"Well I guess I don't, now do I. If I did, I'm sure I would be happy to turn it over to our best Nietzschean friend." Dylan continued as his hand began to massage Beka's neck. She leaned into it, obviously enjoying herself.
"The boy and his guards are indebted to me. They've killed over 100 of my men and they've stolen a ship from me." Tyr almost spat it out. The bridge doors opened, which made almost everyone jump, except for Trance who had been expecting it. Anjel walked though the entrance, wearing a black tank and leather, as well as her helix. She smiled at Tyr.
"Greetings High Alpha Kodiak. And what does your presence grace us with this time. Have we offended you in some way? I certainly hope not, my lord Kodiak." Her words were laced with sarcasm and malice, but none the less it was pleasant, and seemed humble. She walked down the platform and stood on the other side of Beka, strategically placing the blond in the middle.
Tyr's hands clenched into fists but hid them behind his back. The anger in him was very evident though, his movement was shaky and his eyes watered. "I have enough missiles to blow the Andromeda and its crew back to Tarren Vedra. And I will do it." His voice was low and calm, despite his evident predicament.
"Come now your majesty, you would not harm your pride's highest ranking female, would you? And what about my mate, would you really sacrifice him? It would be unwise of you my lord. Destroy all you have worked to create for one small boy. It is highly illogical." Anjel continued to speak to the Alpha Kodiak, and continued to confuse the hell out of everyone else. She placed a hand on Beka's shoulder, not in the way Dylan had, but just to recognize her. "Would you harm her as well my lord, all for a child who has not old enough to have stable bone blades?"
Tyr steadied himself, carefully weighing the consequences. He smiled, setting plan B in motion, "Prepare to be boarded Captain Hunt." He smiled and ended his transmission.
"Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Dylan yelled, mostly to Anjel, but actually to anyone who would answer.
Anjel was busy preparing. "I'm sorry sir, but we are about to have our big ass boarded. I recommend you get your non nietzschean crew members to a safe area, and please take Alex with you." Anjel gave Dylan an order, huh that was a first.
"There are too many of them, we will need all hands." Dylan said almost to himself. He had to act "Attention, this is your Captain; all hands prepare for intruders. Lancers to decks C15 and D2. Technicians secure all machine shops and all other officers are to proceed to your assigned duties." he glanced at Anjel, and now Tammers, who had joined them. He too was wearing his helix, and wore a burgundy red vest that not only displayed his physique but also his pride's markings. Definitely Kodiak. Why did Dylan feel that he could trust the pair, after all they were Nietzschean. But something told him to give them what they needed. " All Nietzschean personnel are to proceed to Docking Station C for further instructions."
Anjel smiled, "Thank you Captain."
"When this is over, you and I will be having a very long talk." Dylan warned.
Anjel laughed as she and Tammers headed out to fight, despite Anjel's injury, "I look forward to it Sir."