"Drop the human," Tyr said menacingly. He, Dylan, and Beka had just made
it to Machine Shop 5 and been greeted by the site of a Nietzchean mob
surrounding Harper. One of the larger ones was holding their engineer up
by his neck with a rather large gun held to his head. Tyr's gun was
trained on that Nietzchean and that Nietzchean alone. "Let him go or I'll
kill you where you stand!"
Most humans would have just shrugged Tyr's words off as a threat. Nietzcheans weren't human though. They spent most of their time perfecting their genes, marrying, having children, fighting, and of course practicing wise self-preservation techniques to lengthen their lives. One of those techniques kicked it right then and the Nietzchean holding Harper dropped him to the ground in a heap. The gun that had just been pointed at the human's head was now pointed directly at Tyr's.
"I am Daiven of the Dragan Pride, out of Weinst, by Haleya."
Tyr sneered and quipped, "Am I supposed to be quivering in fear? Leave this ship or die."
"It doesn't look like you're in any position to be making those threats," Daiven said, his gun still trained on Tyr.
Harper, being totally forgotten about at the moment, had quietly crawled to a position behind the five Nietzcheans that had held him captive. Tyr had been watching him out of the corner of his eye and was waiting for the little professor to get up and take aim. He figured that if Harper fired on two ubers with their backs turned and he, Dylan, and Beka fired in unison with the first shot, they'd be able to take down all their enemies. Harper had made it to his feet and was just taking his gun out of his holster when a gravelly voice whispered in his ear, "Freeze."
For what felt like the millionth time that day, a gun barrel was being pressed into Harper's side. He was really starting to get sick of it. The ubers seemed to like to throw their weight around, but they seemed to like to throw their guns around even more.
"It seems I've been seeing a lot of you lately," that same voice said. Harper gritted his teeth as he recognized whom it belonged to.
"Gerentex."
"This whole little escapade has become a lot more than it's worth, don't you agree?"
"Yah, so why don't you just let me go?" Harper was not in the mood to humor his former employer. "We let *you* go last time."
"And that was a mistake on your part. A mistake I'm not going to make. Get it?" Gerentex pressed the gun he was holding even harder into the engineer's injured ribs, causing a hiss of pain. "Buh bye Harper. I wish I could say it's been a pleasure knowing you, but then I'd be lying. Actually, I'm going to enjoy this quite a bit."
By now, Beka, Tyr, and Dylan could see Harper wasn't going to be much help to them and that their plan wasn't going to be coming into play. With Gerentex seemingly distracted Tyr did one of the things he was best at, he fired.
Most humans would have just shrugged Tyr's words off as a threat. Nietzcheans weren't human though. They spent most of their time perfecting their genes, marrying, having children, fighting, and of course practicing wise self-preservation techniques to lengthen their lives. One of those techniques kicked it right then and the Nietzchean holding Harper dropped him to the ground in a heap. The gun that had just been pointed at the human's head was now pointed directly at Tyr's.
"I am Daiven of the Dragan Pride, out of Weinst, by Haleya."
Tyr sneered and quipped, "Am I supposed to be quivering in fear? Leave this ship or die."
"It doesn't look like you're in any position to be making those threats," Daiven said, his gun still trained on Tyr.
Harper, being totally forgotten about at the moment, had quietly crawled to a position behind the five Nietzcheans that had held him captive. Tyr had been watching him out of the corner of his eye and was waiting for the little professor to get up and take aim. He figured that if Harper fired on two ubers with their backs turned and he, Dylan, and Beka fired in unison with the first shot, they'd be able to take down all their enemies. Harper had made it to his feet and was just taking his gun out of his holster when a gravelly voice whispered in his ear, "Freeze."
For what felt like the millionth time that day, a gun barrel was being pressed into Harper's side. He was really starting to get sick of it. The ubers seemed to like to throw their weight around, but they seemed to like to throw their guns around even more.
"It seems I've been seeing a lot of you lately," that same voice said. Harper gritted his teeth as he recognized whom it belonged to.
"Gerentex."
"This whole little escapade has become a lot more than it's worth, don't you agree?"
"Yah, so why don't you just let me go?" Harper was not in the mood to humor his former employer. "We let *you* go last time."
"And that was a mistake on your part. A mistake I'm not going to make. Get it?" Gerentex pressed the gun he was holding even harder into the engineer's injured ribs, causing a hiss of pain. "Buh bye Harper. I wish I could say it's been a pleasure knowing you, but then I'd be lying. Actually, I'm going to enjoy this quite a bit."
By now, Beka, Tyr, and Dylan could see Harper wasn't going to be much help to them and that their plan wasn't going to be coming into play. With Gerentex seemingly distracted Tyr did one of the things he was best at, he fired.
