Title:
Sapphire Fire
Author:
Kia Lee, (trance_harper@yahoo.com)
Rating:
PG-13 (a little bit of swearing and violence, but not too much )
Summary: Gerentex returns to reap his revenge on the
crew of the Andromeda, but things don't go exactly as planned.
Disclaimer: I don't own Andromeda, those characters
belong to Gene Roddenberry. But Aiden,
Talen, Gerentex's new crew (though they are nameless), and others who are not
on the show (and never will be) are my own creation, so if you wanna use them,
just ask!
Feedback: Oh please... oh please, oh please, please,
please...
Part
III
Tyr
Anasazi sat in one of the many venting shafts in the Andromeda's walls, biding
his time. He sat on the ship's cold,
hard metal flooring, carefully planning out his actions in his head as the
methodically loaded his gun.
He
could hear the intruders walking through the halls on the other side of
Andromeda's walls, but he made sure they couldn't hear him.
Damn
that Gerentex, he
thought. Count on that rat-faced
bastard to try to try to continue a battle that he had already lost long ago.
From
the sounds of things, Gerentex's crew had already captured the others, leaving
the fate of the Andromeda in his own two hands.
This
just figures, he
thought, loading the final cartridge into his weapon. Hearing the movement on the other side of the wall cease, he
pulled himself from the floor and began to put his plan into action.
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The
hallway was empty as Tyr entered it. He
moved almost silently down the corridor, weapon in hand. He heard soft footsteps coming from just
around the corner.
Just as
the unsuspecting intruder turned the corner, Tyr's arm shot out, grabbing the
thin Nightsider in his grasp. Before
the Nightsider had a chance to even realize what was happening, let alone to
defend himself, Tyr pulled the trigger on his gun. Releasing his grip on the man's neck, the Nightsider crumpled to
the ground.
Tyr
stared down at the body that lay at his feet, and then kicked it out of his
way, almost carelessly, with his boot.
If the
intruders were frequenting this part of the ship, then it only made sense that
Beka and the others would be close by.
His
mind instantly shifted from the man on the floor to his fair-haired shipmate.
Beka... he thought. If they had harmed her in any way I'll...
I'll... do what?
He
always tried to keep a front on his emotions, never showing how he truly felt
about her, but it was becoming more and more difficult. He didn't want to care about her. He was a Nietzchean, a superior being that
had denounced the existence of love, especially when that denied feeling was
towards a human... an inferior being.
And
Beka was human and was therefore inferior... and yet... not. He had to admit that she was strong, she had
outsmarted him many times, and she lived her life like a Nietzchean, constantly
doing everything possible to ensure her survival. He had the utmost respect for her for that.
There
had been one night once that he had felt so close to her that he could almost
feel the energy radiating from her. He'd made her dinner, complete with decoration and candlelight, and she
had dressed up for the event, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen her,
and that was saying something.
She was
the most beautiful human woman he had ever known, even more beautiful than a
Nietzchean woman, who, in his opinion, was the most beautiful creatures in the
entire universe.
And yet
Beka surpassed them all, and he was forever in awe of the amazing human woman
who had captured his soul...
Just
then, a sudden banging noise echoed through the hall and dragged Tyr from his
reverie with a start. Seconds later,
another bang sounded, followed by a soft curse, and Tyr's head turned, ears
listening for its source.
A loud
clanging of metal came from somewhere down the hall that the Nightsider had
come, only much further down...
He now
had a new target; he only had to wait...
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Aiden
sat in the hallway of the Andromeda, laying on her back, the upper half of her
body wedged inside one of the open panels, trying to rewire the internal
systems of the ship. Groaning, she
pulled another small panel away from the wires and threw it out the opening
where the rest of her body lay.
The
metal made a loud clang as it struck the floor, and Aiden looked up at the new
set of wires before her. Reaching a
hand upward, she gently traced the patterns of the wires with her small
fingers, trying to remember what each set did. Pulling her hand away, she carefully brushed her long hair away from her
face, the long brown and blue strands tangling together wildly.
Small
streaks of grease marred her pale face; her sapphire eyes fixed on the
uncountable number of wires as they connected in the dim light.
I
should remember how to do this, she thought, groaning. I've
been rewiring these things since before I could walk; I should be able to rewire
the ship's flight systems.
Taking
a deep breath, she reached up and pulled another panel away from the internal
flight systems relay drive, revealing another batch of wires.
"Bingo,"
she whispered, pulling the metal panel down and through the hole, tossing it
towards the floor with the others.
It took
only seconds for the lack of noise to register in Aiden's mind, and a sudden
spark of panic ran through her body like lightning.
Slowly,
carefully, she pulled her body forward, out of the hole in the bottom of the
wall, her eyes slowly adjusting to the bright light that she had not seen for
several hours.
As her
eyes cleared, she was able to make out a figure standing over her body. Her vision sharpened and she was finally
able to make out just who the figure was.
It was
the Nietzchean.
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Tyr
stood over the young woman; his gun pointed straight at her, dropping the metal
panel to the ground.
"I
will have to ask you to leave that alone," he growled at her, priming the
gun.
The
girl's eyes darted from his face, to the gun, then back to Tyr's face again,
their sapphire depths nervous, almost panicked.
"Get
away from the control panel." He said, just in case the girl didn't
understand what he had already said to her.
The
girl pushed her long hair away from her face, and he noticed that her face was
streaked with black grease, and despite the fact that he held her at gunpoint;
she had a strange sense of confidence about her.
"Um...
alright..." she said, pulling herself away from the panel and pushing
herself to her feet in front of him.
Tyr
reached out and grabbed her arm, bending it backward behind her back, pressing
the nozzle of the gun to the base of her neck.
"Let
go of me..." she hissed, though she didn't struggle in his grasp.
"Not
likely." He said in return, but before he had a chance to say anything
else, she shocked him by slipping out of his grip, and punched him across the
jaw.
He stood
there in shock for a second, and that was all it took. Before he even had a chance to think, she
knocked the gun from his hand and pushed him back, making him lose his footing.
The
girl backed up, stepping away from him quickly, before she turned and began to
run. Instantly Tyr was on her, grabbing
her around the middle, and stopping her movement.
She
managed to escape his grasp once again, and shoved him away. He recovered quickly and, losing his
patience brought his hand up to strike her. She blocked his punch and sent back one of her own, knocking him
back, only to have him bounce back at her.
They
continued like this for several moments, shocking Tyr as she managed to block
every single one of his blows, sending his force back at him with hits of her
own.
If he
hadn't been so busy fighting her, he would have taken the time to be amazed at
her skill. It was as if he had been
training with her for years. She seemed
to know his every move before he had a chance to even try it himself.
She
finally managed to knock him back so hard that he fell, landing on his back on
the hard metal floor.
Panting,
her right hand traveled to the belt at her waist and pulled something from one
of the holsters. As she neared him, he
was able to recognize what she held in her hand, and he was shocked at what he
saw.
It was
a high-guard force lance.
She
looked at him, something akin to sadness shining in the sapphire depths of her
eyes, and proceeded to point the force lance at him.
"Sorry
Tyr," she whispered, her voice so soft he could barely hear her. "I can't have you messing with my
plan."
With
that, a small bolt of energy shot from the force lance and hit Tyr in the
chest. The last coherent thought that
passed through his mind was; how did she know my name?
End
Part III