Um, this part isn't quite as funny, it took a bit of a dark turn on me, hope you still like it! Let me know--MW
I decided to split the end into two parts so I cold post this part now, the rest is dragging on a bit but I'm almost done!
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Back in med bay, Trance had completed her tests and was waiting for the results. She nervously tapped her fingers on the screen, willing it to hurry up. If she was right, then Harper could be in a lot of trouble. After what seemed like an eternity, the computer spat the results onto the display. "Oh no." She murmured. She raised her purple head and addressed the ship, "Andromeda, where is Harper?"
Andromeda's image replaced the results on Trance's screen, "Harper is in the gymnasium, Beka's plan worked perfectly."
Trance felt on the brink of panic, "What's he doing? Is he ok?"
Andromeda paused to give Trance a funny look, "Accessing. Privacy mode is engaged, authorization Tyr Anasazi."
"You mean we don't know what's going on in there? He's alone with Tyr?" Trance looked as if she were about to hyperventilate.
Andromeda noticed Trance's agitation and attempted to calm her down, "Trance, it is common practice for Tyr to engage privacy mode when sparring, I'm sure everything is fine."
"No, I'm pretty sure it's not. Andromeda, override privacy mode, authorization acting medical officer Trance Gemini." Trance ordered, her body fairly twitching with anxiety.
"Aye." The image on the screen closed her eyes.
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Harper felt totally out of control. Part of him knew that his leg was broken but he couldn't feel a thing, he was still bursting with energy. It felt like an adrenaline rush with really cool side effects. He still had no idea what was happening to him but he really didn't care. For once in his life he felt powerful, unstoppable. For once he was the one in control, he was physically equal to Tyr. Tyr! He still couldn't believe he'd actually gotten Tyr down. It felt so good, he wanted more, he wanted to make sure the Nietzschean knew he wouldn't have Seamus Harper to intimidate anymore. Harper was startled out of his thoughts by Andromeda's disembodied voice, "Privacy mode override, authorization Trance Gemini. Stand by for door release."
"Oh no you don't." Harper said as he back-flipped across the room, landing nimbly near the door controls. "We're not done with our lesson!" He yelled as he smashed the controls with his fist. Wires fizzled and sparked. Harper's hand came away bloodied but he never noticed.
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Back in med bay, Andromeda opened her eyes and looked disbelievingly at Trance. "Harper just short circuited my door locks to the gymnasium."
"Tell Dylan to meet me there, we're going to have to break the doors down." Trance said as she raced out of med bay.
"Break down the doors, Trance, what is going on?" Andromeda said as Trance's tail disappeared into the corridor.
"Check the medical computer!" Trance yelled over her shoulder.
It took exactly .00023 seconds for Andromeda to process the information and become very, very concerned. Her image disappeared as she left to inform Dylan.
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It took a moment for Tyr to fully realize what Harper had just done. By destroying the door controls, Harper had turned their little tête-à-tête into a battle for survival. A cornered Nietzschean was nothing to mess around with. Tyr struggled to maintain his composure. His bone blades flaring as if they had a mind of their own. Tyr had no wish to seriously hurt the young engineer but he would not allow himself to come to harm under any circumstances.
Tyr shook his head, amazed at the turn of events. Who would have thought that he could ever think of the scrawny engineer as a physical threat. He studied Harper who was limping but only slightly, Tyr didn't think it would affect his newfound abilities at all. He paused again to wonder what had happened to the younger man. Was it drugs? Was Harper taking flash? Tyr stared into Harper's eyes and found no telltale signs of the amphetamine. He could hear Harper's heart slamming in his chest, sounding as if it were about to burst. The young man's breath was coming in great gasps, wheezing and crackling from several broken ribs, perhaps a punctured lung. The knot on his forehead that Tyr had noticed earlier from his contact with the wall had swelled and turned a mean purple, the bruise spread down his face and mingled with the ones under his eyes. Harper looked like hell, Tyr couldn't imagine what was keeping him on his feet.
Tyr decided to try to reason with Harper, perhaps he could get the young man to med deck without further incident. "Harper open the door. You obviously need medical attention." He said as calmly as he could.
"Yeah, I always need medical attention and do you know why?" Harper yelled, his agitation growing by the millisecond, "it's because of you! You and every other one like you." A dark fury blossomed in the engineer's eyes as every pain the Nietzscheans of Earth had inflicted upon him rose to the surface of his memory. "You Ubers are all alike, always punching and kicking and oh, yeah, lets not forget killing. You're very good at that." Harper's eyes were wide and glassy, his panicked breath coming in great gulps as he spent nervous energy pacing a short strip in front of Tyr.
Tyr felt a pang of sympathy for the young man. He could imagine what life on Earth must have been like for he knew how horribly the Drago Kazov treated thier slaves. His patience was at an end however. Harper was winding tighter than a spring. Tyr decided to try a more direct tactic. "Open the doors NOW!" He bellowed.
Harper stopped pacing and faced Tyr, "Open the doors? Hell no, I don't think so. I told you I didn't want to do this, that I wasn't feeling well but would you listen to me? No, so I don't think I'm gonna listen to you, you incompetent, inferior, murdering son-of-a-bitch." Harper couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth nor could he stop them. He actually liked the way Tyr's nostrils flared with rage, his fists clenching and unclenching, it gave an even greater sense of power to elicit such an emotional reaction from the usually stoic man.
Tyr trembled with barely contained rage. He stood his ground as Harper advanced on him. "I am willing to overlook your comments Mr. Harper because you are obviously not in your right mind. Let Trance take a look at..." His words were cut off as Harper grabbed Tyr's throat and started to squeeze. Tyr immediately brought his forearms down, raking his bone blades across Harper's biceps leaving long jagged wounds that immediately filled with blood. Harper didn't even wince although his arms weakened slightly and he lost his grip on Tyr's throat. Tyr staggered back, gasping for breath. "Touch me again and I will kill you." he rasped.
It was Harper's turn to sneer, "You couldn't right now even if you wanted to." He drew back his leg, planning on a nice roundhouse kick to the head when Tyr pounced. He drove Harper to the ground but Harper's reflexes were still faster, he rolled with the attack and ended up on top of Tyr. He grinned, his face pale from blood loss but still seemingly unaffected. He stood, and quickly kicked the Nietzschean in the kidney. Before the older man could recover from the blow, Harper moved down to Tyr's leg, "My turn." He slurred and proceeded to stomp as hard as he could on Tyr's shin, his insane grin widening when he heard the bones snap. Tyr groaned but gave no other signs that he was in pain He struggled to rise but Harper planted a foot in his stomach, driving him down again.
Harper circled Tyr, "Get up and defend yourself *boy*." He mocked as he moved in to deliver another kick, jumping back before Tyr could get a hold of his leg. "Come on, the enemy will not relent, get up, Uber." Another kick, Tyr felt something burst in his abdomen. He struggled to concentrate, to keep Harper in his line of vision, anticipate, and retaliate. Harper delivered another kick to the chest, Tyr heard his ribs crack. His vision began to grey and finally darken.
Harper approached the semi-conscious Anasazi and drew back his foot for the goal winning kick to the Nietzschean's head. He paused mid-swing, recognition flashing briefly through his mind. He studied the scene before him, a defenseless Nietzschean just waiting for the final strike but something was wrong. He swayed on his feet his body trembling. Where was he? Other senses slowly returned. He became aware of frantic voices from outside the room. Some of them were calling his name, at least he thought it was his name. He turned his head, confused. Where the hell was he anyway? Didn't he have something he was supposed to be doing? He suddenly noticed Andromeda's hologram, how long had she been there? She was saying something to him and gesturing frantically but he couldn't make out the words. The world started spinning and he struggled to stay on top of it. A bright flash of light forced him to shield his eyes with a shaking hand. Squinting he was able to make out five figures emerging through a smokey haze. Familiarity tugged at his mind, and suddenly reality crashed in on him. Harper shuddered and fell to his knees, his eyes never leaving the door. He watched with startling clarity as Trance pushed her way through the doors and past Dylan, Beka not far behind. All the energy that had sustained his manic episode suddenly left his body and he found himself on the floor gasping for breath, every nerve, muscle and bone feeling as though it were on fire. Darkness crept slowly through his mind, squirming black tedrils crossed his vision which had narrowed to a pinprick. The last thing he was conscious of was Trance's warm hands on his face and her soft voice telling him to hang on.
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TBC
I decided to split the end into two parts so I cold post this part now, the rest is dragging on a bit but I'm almost done!
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Back in med bay, Trance had completed her tests and was waiting for the results. She nervously tapped her fingers on the screen, willing it to hurry up. If she was right, then Harper could be in a lot of trouble. After what seemed like an eternity, the computer spat the results onto the display. "Oh no." She murmured. She raised her purple head and addressed the ship, "Andromeda, where is Harper?"
Andromeda's image replaced the results on Trance's screen, "Harper is in the gymnasium, Beka's plan worked perfectly."
Trance felt on the brink of panic, "What's he doing? Is he ok?"
Andromeda paused to give Trance a funny look, "Accessing. Privacy mode is engaged, authorization Tyr Anasazi."
"You mean we don't know what's going on in there? He's alone with Tyr?" Trance looked as if she were about to hyperventilate.
Andromeda noticed Trance's agitation and attempted to calm her down, "Trance, it is common practice for Tyr to engage privacy mode when sparring, I'm sure everything is fine."
"No, I'm pretty sure it's not. Andromeda, override privacy mode, authorization acting medical officer Trance Gemini." Trance ordered, her body fairly twitching with anxiety.
"Aye." The image on the screen closed her eyes.
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Harper felt totally out of control. Part of him knew that his leg was broken but he couldn't feel a thing, he was still bursting with energy. It felt like an adrenaline rush with really cool side effects. He still had no idea what was happening to him but he really didn't care. For once in his life he felt powerful, unstoppable. For once he was the one in control, he was physically equal to Tyr. Tyr! He still couldn't believe he'd actually gotten Tyr down. It felt so good, he wanted more, he wanted to make sure the Nietzschean knew he wouldn't have Seamus Harper to intimidate anymore. Harper was startled out of his thoughts by Andromeda's disembodied voice, "Privacy mode override, authorization Trance Gemini. Stand by for door release."
"Oh no you don't." Harper said as he back-flipped across the room, landing nimbly near the door controls. "We're not done with our lesson!" He yelled as he smashed the controls with his fist. Wires fizzled and sparked. Harper's hand came away bloodied but he never noticed.
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Back in med bay, Andromeda opened her eyes and looked disbelievingly at Trance. "Harper just short circuited my door locks to the gymnasium."
"Tell Dylan to meet me there, we're going to have to break the doors down." Trance said as she raced out of med bay.
"Break down the doors, Trance, what is going on?" Andromeda said as Trance's tail disappeared into the corridor.
"Check the medical computer!" Trance yelled over her shoulder.
It took exactly .00023 seconds for Andromeda to process the information and become very, very concerned. Her image disappeared as she left to inform Dylan.
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It took a moment for Tyr to fully realize what Harper had just done. By destroying the door controls, Harper had turned their little tête-à-tête into a battle for survival. A cornered Nietzschean was nothing to mess around with. Tyr struggled to maintain his composure. His bone blades flaring as if they had a mind of their own. Tyr had no wish to seriously hurt the young engineer but he would not allow himself to come to harm under any circumstances.
Tyr shook his head, amazed at the turn of events. Who would have thought that he could ever think of the scrawny engineer as a physical threat. He studied Harper who was limping but only slightly, Tyr didn't think it would affect his newfound abilities at all. He paused again to wonder what had happened to the younger man. Was it drugs? Was Harper taking flash? Tyr stared into Harper's eyes and found no telltale signs of the amphetamine. He could hear Harper's heart slamming in his chest, sounding as if it were about to burst. The young man's breath was coming in great gasps, wheezing and crackling from several broken ribs, perhaps a punctured lung. The knot on his forehead that Tyr had noticed earlier from his contact with the wall had swelled and turned a mean purple, the bruise spread down his face and mingled with the ones under his eyes. Harper looked like hell, Tyr couldn't imagine what was keeping him on his feet.
Tyr decided to try to reason with Harper, perhaps he could get the young man to med deck without further incident. "Harper open the door. You obviously need medical attention." He said as calmly as he could.
"Yeah, I always need medical attention and do you know why?" Harper yelled, his agitation growing by the millisecond, "it's because of you! You and every other one like you." A dark fury blossomed in the engineer's eyes as every pain the Nietzscheans of Earth had inflicted upon him rose to the surface of his memory. "You Ubers are all alike, always punching and kicking and oh, yeah, lets not forget killing. You're very good at that." Harper's eyes were wide and glassy, his panicked breath coming in great gulps as he spent nervous energy pacing a short strip in front of Tyr.
Tyr felt a pang of sympathy for the young man. He could imagine what life on Earth must have been like for he knew how horribly the Drago Kazov treated thier slaves. His patience was at an end however. Harper was winding tighter than a spring. Tyr decided to try a more direct tactic. "Open the doors NOW!" He bellowed.
Harper stopped pacing and faced Tyr, "Open the doors? Hell no, I don't think so. I told you I didn't want to do this, that I wasn't feeling well but would you listen to me? No, so I don't think I'm gonna listen to you, you incompetent, inferior, murdering son-of-a-bitch." Harper couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth nor could he stop them. He actually liked the way Tyr's nostrils flared with rage, his fists clenching and unclenching, it gave an even greater sense of power to elicit such an emotional reaction from the usually stoic man.
Tyr trembled with barely contained rage. He stood his ground as Harper advanced on him. "I am willing to overlook your comments Mr. Harper because you are obviously not in your right mind. Let Trance take a look at..." His words were cut off as Harper grabbed Tyr's throat and started to squeeze. Tyr immediately brought his forearms down, raking his bone blades across Harper's biceps leaving long jagged wounds that immediately filled with blood. Harper didn't even wince although his arms weakened slightly and he lost his grip on Tyr's throat. Tyr staggered back, gasping for breath. "Touch me again and I will kill you." he rasped.
It was Harper's turn to sneer, "You couldn't right now even if you wanted to." He drew back his leg, planning on a nice roundhouse kick to the head when Tyr pounced. He drove Harper to the ground but Harper's reflexes were still faster, he rolled with the attack and ended up on top of Tyr. He grinned, his face pale from blood loss but still seemingly unaffected. He stood, and quickly kicked the Nietzschean in the kidney. Before the older man could recover from the blow, Harper moved down to Tyr's leg, "My turn." He slurred and proceeded to stomp as hard as he could on Tyr's shin, his insane grin widening when he heard the bones snap. Tyr groaned but gave no other signs that he was in pain He struggled to rise but Harper planted a foot in his stomach, driving him down again.
Harper circled Tyr, "Get up and defend yourself *boy*." He mocked as he moved in to deliver another kick, jumping back before Tyr could get a hold of his leg. "Come on, the enemy will not relent, get up, Uber." Another kick, Tyr felt something burst in his abdomen. He struggled to concentrate, to keep Harper in his line of vision, anticipate, and retaliate. Harper delivered another kick to the chest, Tyr heard his ribs crack. His vision began to grey and finally darken.
Harper approached the semi-conscious Anasazi and drew back his foot for the goal winning kick to the Nietzschean's head. He paused mid-swing, recognition flashing briefly through his mind. He studied the scene before him, a defenseless Nietzschean just waiting for the final strike but something was wrong. He swayed on his feet his body trembling. Where was he? Other senses slowly returned. He became aware of frantic voices from outside the room. Some of them were calling his name, at least he thought it was his name. He turned his head, confused. Where the hell was he anyway? Didn't he have something he was supposed to be doing? He suddenly noticed Andromeda's hologram, how long had she been there? She was saying something to him and gesturing frantically but he couldn't make out the words. The world started spinning and he struggled to stay on top of it. A bright flash of light forced him to shield his eyes with a shaking hand. Squinting he was able to make out five figures emerging through a smokey haze. Familiarity tugged at his mind, and suddenly reality crashed in on him. Harper shuddered and fell to his knees, his eyes never leaving the door. He watched with startling clarity as Trance pushed her way through the doors and past Dylan, Beka not far behind. All the energy that had sustained his manic episode suddenly left his body and he found himself on the floor gasping for breath, every nerve, muscle and bone feeling as though it were on fire. Darkness crept slowly through his mind, squirming black tedrils crossed his vision which had narrowed to a pinprick. The last thing he was conscious of was Trance's warm hands on his face and her soft voice telling him to hang on.
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TBC