Well, I got lots of reviews so I wrote the next part. You must take my meaningless threats very seriously. I couldn't leave you in suspense so here's part 2. Still have only seen 4 eps so my facts are muddled. Good thing two of those eps were the series premieres or I'd be really lost. And I apologize right now, I really don't know how to characterize Tyr. Also, I haven't seen it but I've been told Andromeda has internal defenses so I'm running with that. But it's a fanfic, I can do whatever I like. :-) On with the fic.
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The Hasisians didn't know what was happening, one minute it was all systems go, the next they were shrouded in darkness. They didn't have long to think about it though before they were hit with a barrage of laser fire from the darkness.
"Take cover. There must be more of them." The lead Hasisian ordered. They all began firing into nothingness, hoping to hit their attackers. Little did they know their assailant was the ship itself. A number of Andromeda's weapons had been knocked out in the first part of the attack but the battle drones were functional and taking on the Hasisians that were onboard.
Harper continued locking out the systems, he even added a few electrical shock mechanisms so if anyone other than Andromeda's crew tried to use anything they'd be in for a 1000 watt surprise. He had been delayed though when he took time to reactivate the internal defenses and fix them up the best he could from inside the system. It also took skill and time to shut out a system to only a certain number of people and still keep the access codes functional.
"Rommie, how's it going on the front lines?" Harper asked as he worked.
"Dylan, Beka and Tyr are all unconscious, but their vital signs are strong. Trance is in Hydroponics, I believe she intends to guard her plants and Rev Bem is attempting to reach Dylan and the others." Rommie replied, "Half of the battle drones have been disabled and the internal defenses are still partially unoperational."
"Why am I not liking where this is going?" Harper asked rhetorically.
"There is also a group of Hasisians nearing your location. I suggest pulling out soon."
"Thanks for the advice babe, but I'm not done yet." Harper was very determined to do as much damage to these guys as possible.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the ship a Hasisian had managed to gain limited access through a main console. He couldn't control any systems but he was able to fulfill his objective. He downloaded a file into Andromeda's database. Namely a virus. They had stolen it from a practically defenseless race some time ago. It was used to shut down any form of Artificial Intelligience and had come in quite handy in the past. It could also override a large variety of security lockouts.
"Let's see you defend yourselves now." The large man grinned, very pleased with himself.
"Harper, they are at the door to Engineering. You must leave n ......" Rommie was cut off and then suddenly disappeared into thin air.
"Rommie!" Harper didn't know what had happened. He scanned the mainframe but it looked as though her database was simply gone. That was when he detected it, he could feel the virus in the system with him. "Oh no you don't." He located the virus, it was very complex and definitely state of the art. Harper did his best to combat it and managed to gain some ground on eliminating it when the virus detected him.
"Oh, sh*t." Harper felt himself rush back into reality as the virus kicked him out of the system. He knew he was back in Engineering and unjacked himself, without opening his eyes. He felt groggy and his head hurt. "God, this day has sucked, majorly." He looked up to see a group of Hasisians towering over him, guns pointed straight at his skull. And just when you think you've been through the worst of it, a group of Hasisians decide to use you as target practice.
"Don't suppose you guys just want a tour do you? Cause we only have those on Fridays, but if you were to come back later I'd be glad to," The Hasisians pulled roughly to his feet. "Show you around now." Harper wasn't stupid and had a great instinct for survival, he placed his hands on his heads and walked in the direction he was being led.
Coulda been worse, they coulda shot me. He thought, trying to somehow look on the bright side. As soon as the thought crossed his mind he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and the sensation of falling returned once more. This time it was followed by only darkness.
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Dylan paced around the small two person cell. He didn't bother trying to test the forcefield that entrapped him, he knew it's strength and that it was still enforced. He had tried his access codes to drop the field as soon as the guard had left but they weren't responding. Nor was Rommie. Dylan had no idea what could have happened to Rommie, and why Harper hadn't kept his access codes functional.
He had woken up from the blast from the strange energy beam to find himself in the cell. At a quick glance he saw Rev and Tyr in the adjacent room and Beka and Trance next to them. There were also several more empty cells, the brig was built to hold a good number of people, although Dylan had no idea why.
Everyone assured him they were all right. Tyr had made a valiant attempt to break through the force field but to no avail. Dylan had been the last one to wake up and after looking around the room immediately realized they were one short.
"Where's Harper?" No one knew.
So they waited in silence, each trying to think of a way out of their predicament. After a few minutes the door opened and several guards came in.
"Harper!" Trance exclaimed when she saw the engineer with the Hasisians.
Two of the guards were practically carrying Harper, he seemed to be conscious but completely unaware of his surroundings. The guards aimed their weapons casually at Dylan as they let down the force field and threw Harper in, then left. Dylan caught the young engineer before he crashed into the floor.
"Harper, are you okay?" Dylan asked as he helped him stand.
"We should have just given them the tour." Harper replied, his gaze was wandering and unfocused. Dylan immediately checked for a head injury and wasn't surprised to find a large bump on his skull.
Dylan gently walked Harper over to the bed, "Why don't you just lay down for awhile." He suggested.
"Okay." Harper immediately complied and his legs fell out from underneath him. He fully intended to lay down on the floor of the cell and was now more or less unconscious.
Dylan sighed as he pulled Harper to his feet and placed him in the bed. He'd sleep it off shortly.
"Is he okay?" Trance asked worriedly from across the room.
"Yeah, I think he'll be fine. Looks like he just took a shot to the head." Dylan surmised.
"Those sons of ... When I get my hands on them." Beka was looking for some way to vent her frustration.
"Well as much as I agree with you Beka, that's not an option right now. We have to figure a way out of here first." Dylan explained.
"Locked in our own brig. There's somewhat of an irony to that. Didn't the little professor there, say he was locking out systems control? How were they able to gain access to the force grids and other areas?" Tyr pondered, shooting out questions no one knew the answer to.
"I don't know." Dylan admitted, completely in the dark on this one.
"Why don't we just ask Harper?" Trance suggested. Thinking it was logical since he was the last one brought in.
Dylan thought about it for a moment before kneeling by Harper's side and gently slapping his cheek, "Harper, wake up. Come on, open your eyes."
Harper's eyes flickered open but still appeared glazed over, "What?" He asked weakly.
"Harper, what happened to Rommie? How did the Hasisians get control?"
"Rommie's gone." Harper replied as his eyelids began to shut once more.
Everyone was caught a little offguard by that response. Dylan shook Harper a little harder than necessary to keep him awake. "Harper, what do you mean gone?" Harper gave no response as his eyelids drooped once more. Dylan walked over to the sink in the cell and filled a glass with water, then threw it in Harper's face. He sat up with a sudden gasp.
"Holy sh*t! Since when does Andromeda's roof leak?" Harper asked, surprised. He looked around in confusion as he wiped the water from his eyes. "Where am I?"
"You're in the brig with the rest of us. You said something about Rommie disappearing."
"I did? Oh yeah, I was in the mainframe and she was telling me I should boot out then she was just gone. I looked for her but it was as if her program was just wiped." Harper explained, he tried to stand up but when he did the world decided to start spinning around him, but everyone else seemed okay. He decided to sit down again and just hold his head until the little man with the sledgehammer got tired.
"Harper, you okay?" Dylan asked concerned.
"Yeah, my head just hurts like a bitch." Dylan went back over to the sink and filled another glass of water. Harper instinctively brought his arms up to shield himself.
"Hey, I'm awake. No need for another involuntary bath." Dylan rolled his eyes and handed Harper the glass.
"Drink it." Dylan ordered calmly. Harper did so.
"Rather have a Sparky." He said, barely audible.
"Harper, what else happened? AI's don't just disappear." Beka pointed out.
"There was a virus. And I mean a mega mondo super virus. This thing was state of the art, it kicked me out of the system before I could get rid of it. Then I looked up into the not so happy faces of a group of Hasisians." Harper rubbed the back of his neck where he had been struck earlier.
"So the virus gave them access to all the systems. Great, just great." Beka announced and began pacing her cell.
"Hey, what have I told you before? Trust in the Harper, the Harper is good." He smirked. "That virus may have been mega bad but it was no match for the Harper. There's no way they got full systems control. I put up some mother safeguards around those. They can't use weapons, they can't enter slipstream and they can't access any classified files." Harper announced proudly.
"Well, that's something. If they can't do anything with the ship they may just take her essential parts and leave her adrift in space." Dylan speculated.
"Rev, didn't you say they uh usually killed the people they steal technology from?" Trance asked, somewhat sheepishly.
"Yes, it is what the Hasisians are best known for." Rev replied.
"Oh, just wondering."
"Harper, if you could get back into the system do you think you could take out the virus, without Rommie's help?" Dylan asked.
Harper thought about if for a moment, "No prob, give me enough time. I may even be able to get Rommie back online. I don't think they wiped her out of the system, I think they just kinda supressed her so she couldn't do anything."
"Well, that would be wonderful. But how shall we get Master Harper back into Andromeda's systems?" Rev enquired.
"I'm thinking." Dylan announced as he began pacing once more.
Harper layed back down, his head still hurt, the others stood around pondering their next move. Several minutes passed in silence.
"Achoo!" Harper sneezed loudly, everyone just stared at him. "What? I'm sick."
Before anyone could reply the doors to the brig opened and several large gun toting Hasisians came in, they were followed by an unarmed Hasisian who looked to be very much in charge. The leader headed straight for Dylan and Harper's cell.
"I am Hylar Devet. I'm in charge of this operation. This is a very fine ship you used to have Captain."
"Dylan Hunt, of the Highguard Command. What do you want with my ship and crew?"
"Well, I've decided that the infamous Andromeda would be worth much more intact than as spare parts for our ships. I plan to command her myself. As for your crew, I haven't decided yet. You've undoubtedly made many enemies on your journey, I suspect there must be someone out there willing to pay a price for your head." Hylar grinned, well it looked like a grin it was hard to tell.
"Yes, there would be. But I think you'll find most our enemies are dead or across the galaxy." Dylan replied. His confidence never wavered.
"That's unimportant for the time being. We released a virus into your ship's system, it should have given us complete control, but it hasn't."
"Well that's a real shame." Harper said sarcastically. The Hasisian glared at him and his red eyes glowed slightly brighter. Harper backed up slightly.
Hylar returned his attention to Dylan, "You will give me the access codes for this ship or I will kill your crew." It was obvious he was completely serious.
Dylan held his ground as firm as ever, "Well your virus must be very efficient then, my access codes are unfunctional. If they weren't, don't you think I would have used them by now."
Hylar seemed to accept this and nodded. "What's wrong, can't get the motor started? Maybe you should get out and push." Harper suggested with a cocky grin. The rest of the crew inwardly sighed, knowing Harper's mouth had a tendency to get him in trouble.
Hylar backed away from the force grid and motioned for his guards to keep their guns at ready. He then lowered the barrier. "Take the smaller one." He ordered calmly.
Harper visibly paled, knowing he was the smaller one, and backed as far into the cell as possible. These guys were big and meant business. "Hey, I was just joking. Don't you guys have humor where you come from?" The two guards grabbed Harper's arms roughly and wrenched them behind his back as they led him out of the cell. Harper turned to Dylan for some kind of help but he was held at close gun point with no chance of being missed if he tried anything. The rest of the crew were clearly worried and Tyr and Beka were becoming increasingly angry.
The guards hauled Harper from the cell and replaced the force field. He was brought face to face with Hylar. Well as close as possible since Hylar towered over Harper by at least a foot and half, as did most the other Hasisians. That cell has never looked better. Harper thought to himself as he stared upwards into the eyes of the angry Hasisian.
"You are the one who sabotaged the ship." It was a statement, not a question.
"Who? Me? Now, do I look like the kinda guy who would know how to do something like that? Please, I grew up on Earth, you think I have any engineering capabilities whatsoever?" Harper tried to dissuade the large man, although he was hating not being able to gloat about his super genius.
"Yes, I do." Hylar twisted Harper's head to the side roughly, exposing his cerebral port. "I believe you know more than you're letting on." Harper opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Hylar. "Do not deny it, my men saw you interfaced with the systems. Now you will fix the damage you did to this ship." He ordered sternly.
"How about, no!? Screw you pal, I'm not doing anything for you or your ugly pals." Hylar motioned almost imperceptively and the guards released Harper's arms. Then out of nowhere Hylar backfisted Harper hard across the jaw. He stumbled back and slammed into the wall. He knew that since there weren't any windows in this room, it probably wasn't a good thing that he was seeing stars. Hylar moved closer and grabbed Harper around the collar and slammed him into the wall again.
"You will repair this ship, or everyone of them will die. Shall we start with the females?" A guard drop the force field entrapping Beka and Trance and seemed prepared to shoot them then and there.
"No! I'll fix it." Harper shouted and sighed in relief when the guard backed off and reactivated the grid. Harper stared up into Hylar, his eyes showing fury, "But if you hurt one hair on their heads I swear I'll blow this ship up and make sure I take you with it."
Hylar grinned sadistically and then punched Harper hard in the stomach. Harper had the wind knocked out of him and doubled over. "Noted." Hylar said cruelly as he tossed Harper to two waiting guards. "Take him to Engineering and watch him closely." Harper was still gasping for air as the guards dragged him from the room.
"It takes a man of great strength to use his power to force those weaker than himself to do what he wishes." Tyr said calmly, obviously mocking the Hasisian leader.
"A Nietzschean, you're one to talk. Don't make me kill you." Hylar smirked confidently as he left, followed by his guards. The crew of the Andromeda was left to think over their current situation.
Trance sat down on her bed and whimpered softly, "Poor Harper." Beka instinctively sat down beside her.
"They won't hurt him, Trance. They need him to fix the ship." Dylan tried to reassure her.
"They already hurt him." She whispered. "Do you think he's really gonna fix the ship for them?"
"Knowing Harper he will most likely attempt to fool them somehow. I would wager he is more intent on finding a way to regain control of the ship than to actually fix it. And if it's true these Hasisians know next to nothing about advanced technology it would be a safe bet he would be able to delude them of his actions." Tyr explained, trying to think as Harper would, which was more difficult than it seemed.
Trance smiled, "Yeah, Harper will get us out." Everyone else remained silent.
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That's all for now. I'll have chapter three up as soon as it's written. Your feedback is always appreciated and will greatly speed up the writing process. But Harper still won't shut up. Remember, fanfic writers live for feedback, so if you liked it, you should really tell them or they'll assume you didn't like it and not write anymore. Hint hint.
Later, Diana (robinyj) ^_^
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The Hasisians didn't know what was happening, one minute it was all systems go, the next they were shrouded in darkness. They didn't have long to think about it though before they were hit with a barrage of laser fire from the darkness.
"Take cover. There must be more of them." The lead Hasisian ordered. They all began firing into nothingness, hoping to hit their attackers. Little did they know their assailant was the ship itself. A number of Andromeda's weapons had been knocked out in the first part of the attack but the battle drones were functional and taking on the Hasisians that were onboard.
Harper continued locking out the systems, he even added a few electrical shock mechanisms so if anyone other than Andromeda's crew tried to use anything they'd be in for a 1000 watt surprise. He had been delayed though when he took time to reactivate the internal defenses and fix them up the best he could from inside the system. It also took skill and time to shut out a system to only a certain number of people and still keep the access codes functional.
"Rommie, how's it going on the front lines?" Harper asked as he worked.
"Dylan, Beka and Tyr are all unconscious, but their vital signs are strong. Trance is in Hydroponics, I believe she intends to guard her plants and Rev Bem is attempting to reach Dylan and the others." Rommie replied, "Half of the battle drones have been disabled and the internal defenses are still partially unoperational."
"Why am I not liking where this is going?" Harper asked rhetorically.
"There is also a group of Hasisians nearing your location. I suggest pulling out soon."
"Thanks for the advice babe, but I'm not done yet." Harper was very determined to do as much damage to these guys as possible.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the ship a Hasisian had managed to gain limited access through a main console. He couldn't control any systems but he was able to fulfill his objective. He downloaded a file into Andromeda's database. Namely a virus. They had stolen it from a practically defenseless race some time ago. It was used to shut down any form of Artificial Intelligience and had come in quite handy in the past. It could also override a large variety of security lockouts.
"Let's see you defend yourselves now." The large man grinned, very pleased with himself.
"Harper, they are at the door to Engineering. You must leave n ......" Rommie was cut off and then suddenly disappeared into thin air.
"Rommie!" Harper didn't know what had happened. He scanned the mainframe but it looked as though her database was simply gone. That was when he detected it, he could feel the virus in the system with him. "Oh no you don't." He located the virus, it was very complex and definitely state of the art. Harper did his best to combat it and managed to gain some ground on eliminating it when the virus detected him.
"Oh, sh*t." Harper felt himself rush back into reality as the virus kicked him out of the system. He knew he was back in Engineering and unjacked himself, without opening his eyes. He felt groggy and his head hurt. "God, this day has sucked, majorly." He looked up to see a group of Hasisians towering over him, guns pointed straight at his skull. And just when you think you've been through the worst of it, a group of Hasisians decide to use you as target practice.
"Don't suppose you guys just want a tour do you? Cause we only have those on Fridays, but if you were to come back later I'd be glad to," The Hasisians pulled roughly to his feet. "Show you around now." Harper wasn't stupid and had a great instinct for survival, he placed his hands on his heads and walked in the direction he was being led.
Coulda been worse, they coulda shot me. He thought, trying to somehow look on the bright side. As soon as the thought crossed his mind he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and the sensation of falling returned once more. This time it was followed by only darkness.
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Dylan paced around the small two person cell. He didn't bother trying to test the forcefield that entrapped him, he knew it's strength and that it was still enforced. He had tried his access codes to drop the field as soon as the guard had left but they weren't responding. Nor was Rommie. Dylan had no idea what could have happened to Rommie, and why Harper hadn't kept his access codes functional.
He had woken up from the blast from the strange energy beam to find himself in the cell. At a quick glance he saw Rev and Tyr in the adjacent room and Beka and Trance next to them. There were also several more empty cells, the brig was built to hold a good number of people, although Dylan had no idea why.
Everyone assured him they were all right. Tyr had made a valiant attempt to break through the force field but to no avail. Dylan had been the last one to wake up and after looking around the room immediately realized they were one short.
"Where's Harper?" No one knew.
So they waited in silence, each trying to think of a way out of their predicament. After a few minutes the door opened and several guards came in.
"Harper!" Trance exclaimed when she saw the engineer with the Hasisians.
Two of the guards were practically carrying Harper, he seemed to be conscious but completely unaware of his surroundings. The guards aimed their weapons casually at Dylan as they let down the force field and threw Harper in, then left. Dylan caught the young engineer before he crashed into the floor.
"Harper, are you okay?" Dylan asked as he helped him stand.
"We should have just given them the tour." Harper replied, his gaze was wandering and unfocused. Dylan immediately checked for a head injury and wasn't surprised to find a large bump on his skull.
Dylan gently walked Harper over to the bed, "Why don't you just lay down for awhile." He suggested.
"Okay." Harper immediately complied and his legs fell out from underneath him. He fully intended to lay down on the floor of the cell and was now more or less unconscious.
Dylan sighed as he pulled Harper to his feet and placed him in the bed. He'd sleep it off shortly.
"Is he okay?" Trance asked worriedly from across the room.
"Yeah, I think he'll be fine. Looks like he just took a shot to the head." Dylan surmised.
"Those sons of ... When I get my hands on them." Beka was looking for some way to vent her frustration.
"Well as much as I agree with you Beka, that's not an option right now. We have to figure a way out of here first." Dylan explained.
"Locked in our own brig. There's somewhat of an irony to that. Didn't the little professor there, say he was locking out systems control? How were they able to gain access to the force grids and other areas?" Tyr pondered, shooting out questions no one knew the answer to.
"I don't know." Dylan admitted, completely in the dark on this one.
"Why don't we just ask Harper?" Trance suggested. Thinking it was logical since he was the last one brought in.
Dylan thought about it for a moment before kneeling by Harper's side and gently slapping his cheek, "Harper, wake up. Come on, open your eyes."
Harper's eyes flickered open but still appeared glazed over, "What?" He asked weakly.
"Harper, what happened to Rommie? How did the Hasisians get control?"
"Rommie's gone." Harper replied as his eyelids began to shut once more.
Everyone was caught a little offguard by that response. Dylan shook Harper a little harder than necessary to keep him awake. "Harper, what do you mean gone?" Harper gave no response as his eyelids drooped once more. Dylan walked over to the sink in the cell and filled a glass with water, then threw it in Harper's face. He sat up with a sudden gasp.
"Holy sh*t! Since when does Andromeda's roof leak?" Harper asked, surprised. He looked around in confusion as he wiped the water from his eyes. "Where am I?"
"You're in the brig with the rest of us. You said something about Rommie disappearing."
"I did? Oh yeah, I was in the mainframe and she was telling me I should boot out then she was just gone. I looked for her but it was as if her program was just wiped." Harper explained, he tried to stand up but when he did the world decided to start spinning around him, but everyone else seemed okay. He decided to sit down again and just hold his head until the little man with the sledgehammer got tired.
"Harper, you okay?" Dylan asked concerned.
"Yeah, my head just hurts like a bitch." Dylan went back over to the sink and filled another glass of water. Harper instinctively brought his arms up to shield himself.
"Hey, I'm awake. No need for another involuntary bath." Dylan rolled his eyes and handed Harper the glass.
"Drink it." Dylan ordered calmly. Harper did so.
"Rather have a Sparky." He said, barely audible.
"Harper, what else happened? AI's don't just disappear." Beka pointed out.
"There was a virus. And I mean a mega mondo super virus. This thing was state of the art, it kicked me out of the system before I could get rid of it. Then I looked up into the not so happy faces of a group of Hasisians." Harper rubbed the back of his neck where he had been struck earlier.
"So the virus gave them access to all the systems. Great, just great." Beka announced and began pacing her cell.
"Hey, what have I told you before? Trust in the Harper, the Harper is good." He smirked. "That virus may have been mega bad but it was no match for the Harper. There's no way they got full systems control. I put up some mother safeguards around those. They can't use weapons, they can't enter slipstream and they can't access any classified files." Harper announced proudly.
"Well, that's something. If they can't do anything with the ship they may just take her essential parts and leave her adrift in space." Dylan speculated.
"Rev, didn't you say they uh usually killed the people they steal technology from?" Trance asked, somewhat sheepishly.
"Yes, it is what the Hasisians are best known for." Rev replied.
"Oh, just wondering."
"Harper, if you could get back into the system do you think you could take out the virus, without Rommie's help?" Dylan asked.
Harper thought about if for a moment, "No prob, give me enough time. I may even be able to get Rommie back online. I don't think they wiped her out of the system, I think they just kinda supressed her so she couldn't do anything."
"Well, that would be wonderful. But how shall we get Master Harper back into Andromeda's systems?" Rev enquired.
"I'm thinking." Dylan announced as he began pacing once more.
Harper layed back down, his head still hurt, the others stood around pondering their next move. Several minutes passed in silence.
"Achoo!" Harper sneezed loudly, everyone just stared at him. "What? I'm sick."
Before anyone could reply the doors to the brig opened and several large gun toting Hasisians came in, they were followed by an unarmed Hasisian who looked to be very much in charge. The leader headed straight for Dylan and Harper's cell.
"I am Hylar Devet. I'm in charge of this operation. This is a very fine ship you used to have Captain."
"Dylan Hunt, of the Highguard Command. What do you want with my ship and crew?"
"Well, I've decided that the infamous Andromeda would be worth much more intact than as spare parts for our ships. I plan to command her myself. As for your crew, I haven't decided yet. You've undoubtedly made many enemies on your journey, I suspect there must be someone out there willing to pay a price for your head." Hylar grinned, well it looked like a grin it was hard to tell.
"Yes, there would be. But I think you'll find most our enemies are dead or across the galaxy." Dylan replied. His confidence never wavered.
"That's unimportant for the time being. We released a virus into your ship's system, it should have given us complete control, but it hasn't."
"Well that's a real shame." Harper said sarcastically. The Hasisian glared at him and his red eyes glowed slightly brighter. Harper backed up slightly.
Hylar returned his attention to Dylan, "You will give me the access codes for this ship or I will kill your crew." It was obvious he was completely serious.
Dylan held his ground as firm as ever, "Well your virus must be very efficient then, my access codes are unfunctional. If they weren't, don't you think I would have used them by now."
Hylar seemed to accept this and nodded. "What's wrong, can't get the motor started? Maybe you should get out and push." Harper suggested with a cocky grin. The rest of the crew inwardly sighed, knowing Harper's mouth had a tendency to get him in trouble.
Hylar backed away from the force grid and motioned for his guards to keep their guns at ready. He then lowered the barrier. "Take the smaller one." He ordered calmly.
Harper visibly paled, knowing he was the smaller one, and backed as far into the cell as possible. These guys were big and meant business. "Hey, I was just joking. Don't you guys have humor where you come from?" The two guards grabbed Harper's arms roughly and wrenched them behind his back as they led him out of the cell. Harper turned to Dylan for some kind of help but he was held at close gun point with no chance of being missed if he tried anything. The rest of the crew were clearly worried and Tyr and Beka were becoming increasingly angry.
The guards hauled Harper from the cell and replaced the force field. He was brought face to face with Hylar. Well as close as possible since Hylar towered over Harper by at least a foot and half, as did most the other Hasisians. That cell has never looked better. Harper thought to himself as he stared upwards into the eyes of the angry Hasisian.
"You are the one who sabotaged the ship." It was a statement, not a question.
"Who? Me? Now, do I look like the kinda guy who would know how to do something like that? Please, I grew up on Earth, you think I have any engineering capabilities whatsoever?" Harper tried to dissuade the large man, although he was hating not being able to gloat about his super genius.
"Yes, I do." Hylar twisted Harper's head to the side roughly, exposing his cerebral port. "I believe you know more than you're letting on." Harper opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Hylar. "Do not deny it, my men saw you interfaced with the systems. Now you will fix the damage you did to this ship." He ordered sternly.
"How about, no!? Screw you pal, I'm not doing anything for you or your ugly pals." Hylar motioned almost imperceptively and the guards released Harper's arms. Then out of nowhere Hylar backfisted Harper hard across the jaw. He stumbled back and slammed into the wall. He knew that since there weren't any windows in this room, it probably wasn't a good thing that he was seeing stars. Hylar moved closer and grabbed Harper around the collar and slammed him into the wall again.
"You will repair this ship, or everyone of them will die. Shall we start with the females?" A guard drop the force field entrapping Beka and Trance and seemed prepared to shoot them then and there.
"No! I'll fix it." Harper shouted and sighed in relief when the guard backed off and reactivated the grid. Harper stared up into Hylar, his eyes showing fury, "But if you hurt one hair on their heads I swear I'll blow this ship up and make sure I take you with it."
Hylar grinned sadistically and then punched Harper hard in the stomach. Harper had the wind knocked out of him and doubled over. "Noted." Hylar said cruelly as he tossed Harper to two waiting guards. "Take him to Engineering and watch him closely." Harper was still gasping for air as the guards dragged him from the room.
"It takes a man of great strength to use his power to force those weaker than himself to do what he wishes." Tyr said calmly, obviously mocking the Hasisian leader.
"A Nietzschean, you're one to talk. Don't make me kill you." Hylar smirked confidently as he left, followed by his guards. The crew of the Andromeda was left to think over their current situation.
Trance sat down on her bed and whimpered softly, "Poor Harper." Beka instinctively sat down beside her.
"They won't hurt him, Trance. They need him to fix the ship." Dylan tried to reassure her.
"They already hurt him." She whispered. "Do you think he's really gonna fix the ship for them?"
"Knowing Harper he will most likely attempt to fool them somehow. I would wager he is more intent on finding a way to regain control of the ship than to actually fix it. And if it's true these Hasisians know next to nothing about advanced technology it would be a safe bet he would be able to delude them of his actions." Tyr explained, trying to think as Harper would, which was more difficult than it seemed.
Trance smiled, "Yeah, Harper will get us out." Everyone else remained silent.
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That's all for now. I'll have chapter three up as soon as it's written. Your feedback is always appreciated and will greatly speed up the writing process. But Harper still won't shut up. Remember, fanfic writers live for feedback, so if you liked it, you should really tell them or they'll assume you didn't like it and not write anymore. Hint hint.
Later, Diana (robinyj) ^_^