Thank you guys for being so patient :D Sorry it's been so long, wanted to finish my other fic. {{{reviewers}}} Here goes, let me know what you think :D
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Casondra fidgeted nervously in her seat in Dylan's quarters. She spent the last quarter of an hour mentally preparing and polishing her plan. She chanced a sideways glance at her captor. Since Tyr was still in the exact same position he had been in since locking her in here, she decided that she could not afford to wait another minute. She stood, hopefully not too quickly. She didn't want to arouse the suspicious nature of the Nietzschean. As calmly as she could she smoothed her leather outfit, readjusting certain areas for maximum impact. She reached behind her and unclipped the 'special' barrette allowing her maroon mane to flow about her shoulders. She slowly shook her head, and ran her hand through the wavy locks. She was aware of Tyr's eyes on her, as they had been since he escorted her from med bay but when she gazed back into those eyes, there was no hint of the emotions she was attempting to engender. Only the same cold, mistrustful indifference.
Undeterred, Casondra approached the Nietzschean. Her movements cat-like and seductive. She stopped only when her body was mere inches from his ridiculously large gun. Tyr made no move to stop her, his face never changing. "Tyr Anasazi," She purred, "I have a proposition for you." She paused to judge his reaction and was not surprised when she found none. Casondra leaned a little closer, tracing one gold finger along the Nietzschean's bulging bicep. When he made no move to quell her advances she continued. "I am from the future, that much is true and by the time that purple bitch is finished brain washing Dylan, I'm afraid all will be lost for me." She frowned slightly, her lower lip extending in what she hoped was an adorably vulnerable pout. "That is, unless a big, strong Nietzschean such as yourself could find it in his heart to help a poor innocent girl like me."
Casondra flinched at the sound of Tyr's weapon powering up. He made no move to aim it at her however and his eyes never left hers. She leaned back in, her body actually touching the gun. "What's in it for you, you say?" Casondra asked innocently, "Well, I would never make a proposition such as this to a Nietzschean such as yourself without having the goods to back it up, now would I?" She batted her eyelashes and ran her finger down from Tyr's bicep to his bone blade sheath. Bringing her other hand up, she slowly opened it to reveal her bone blade hair clasp. Tyr's eyes were still locked with hers but she noticed him studying the artifact with his exquisite peripheral vision. She raised to her tiptoes in order to whisper in the large man's ear. "I know things, Tyr, things about your family. Not the one in the past but the one in the future. I know how it can all go wrong; but then again, I also know the enormous potential. The Kodiak pride can live again. It can be stronger and fiercer than any other. Tyr, with me on your side, you could unite the prides and rule them all."
Casondra slowly leaned back to gauge his reaction. She thought she saw something flicker deep in his eyes and was encouraged. He remained silent however, waiting for her to reveal the inevitable string attached to her offer. "All I ask in return are two small favors, very small, tiny even. As a matter of fact, they will also benefit you. Call it a bonus just for looking so damn fine." Casondra chuckled deeply, her hand absentmindedly stroking Tyr's bone blades. "I need you to help me find something, something hidden very well, so well that we will need two others to help us. I have no leverage over Dylan but I believe if he and his android were out of the way, I would be able to convince Beka to join us, as long as she believed it would be the only way to keep her precious engineer in one piece."
Casondra nodded her head at the understanding dawning in Tyr's dark eyes. "Yes, Tyr, I want you to kill Captain Hunt and his robot. I will take care of the purple *pixie* myself. When I have what I came for I will tell you all I know about the future. The Andromeda will be yours and I'll even throw in the lovely Captain Valentine for your amusement." Casondra's eyes narrowed and she again came face to face with the unmoving Anasazi. "My other request is a little more unusual but even more crucial." She paused, letting the importance of her words sink in, "I need you to watch over Harper, make sure he is not killed. Maimed, wounded or tortured, sure but he stay alive."
Tyr face contorted in confusion, "Why Harper?" He said softly.
Casondra grinned wickedly, "Because he's cute, like me." She walked her fingers up Tyr's chin and gently tapped his nose. She stepped back and appraised the Nietzschean. "So, we have an agreement?"
Tyr stared coldly at the gold woman, "I never discount any opportunity, no matter how..." he paused, searching for the perfect adjective, "unpleasant."
"Good then, here's what I want you to do..." Casondra began. She was interrupted by Andromeda's frantic voice over the com.
"Emergency, Deck 19. All personnel report to med bay immediately."
Casondra shot the speaker a disgusted look. Her face froze and her eyes widened as she realized what the emergency must be. "Oh, no! Harper!" She whispered.
Tyr aimed his gun in her general direction and motioned for her to go first.
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As the pair neared med bay, they could hear muffled shouts but could not make out the words through the closed doors. "Ship" Tyr commanded, "Grant us access."
"The door is locked and I cannot override the commands." Andromeda's voice echoed through the empty corridors.
Casondra looked helplessly at Tyr, "I *have* to get in there!" She hissed.
"Perhaps my commands still work." Tyr said as he aimed his gun at the door controls and fired. Wired fizzled and sparks flew. Slowly the doors slid open. Casondra bolted through, waving her hand to clear the smoke from her eyes.
"Don't come any closer." Casondra skidded to a stop at the sound of Trance's voice. Through the dissipating smoke, she could make out Harper's bed and the form of the purple woman standing over it. She had something in her hand. Casondra squinted to make out what it was. When she saw it, here eyes widened and she gasped. Trance was holding one of Casondra's own kattana blades like a dagger mere inches from Harper's chest.
Casondra snapped out of her shock when she once again heard Tyr's weapon charge. "I can take the purple one out right now." He said, his voice dripping with venom.
"No!" Casondra squeaked, jumping in front of Tyr, "She'll kill him before you can even pull the trigger, I told you, I need him alive." Casondra finally noticed the room's other occupants. Dylan and Beka were on the floor tied up with what looked like IV tubing, they were staring slack-mouthed at Tyr's betrayal. Casondra grinned at their reaction; her grin widened as she spied Rommie lying in a heap in the corner, apparently deactivated. She mentally checked that task off her to-do list. To Tyr she said, "Cover them, make sure they don't interfere. I'll handle the purple one." Tyr's only response was to train his gun on Dylan and Beka. Satisfied that he was on her side, Casondra turned her attention to Trance. She began edging her way over to the bed where Harper lay.
"I said don't come any closer." Trance said, glancing from the body before her to the gold woman. "I have to stop you, Casondra, and apparently this is the only way." The blade edged closer to Harper's heart.
Casondra was frantic, this couldn't be happening, not now! She had Tyr, the rest should have been easy. Why did that bitch always have to ruin things? She tried to calm her racing heart and think rationally. She had to find a way to get the knife. She glanced furtively around the med bay for anything she could use. There were plenty of things that would be helpful but nothing within reach. "You know my true name, I was wondering how much that blithering idiot would be able to reveal before he finally met his maker." Trance's grip tightened on the knife, it inched closer to its target. Casondra cursed softly, she had obviously taken the wrong approach, she changed tactics, her hands raised in a non-threatening manner. "Well, if you know who I really am, then he must have told you the truth about my mother."
Trance glanced quickly again at Casondra, her eyes immediately returning to Harper. She licked her dry, cracked lips and whispered. "He told me what you did to her."
Squeezing a few tears from her eyes and pouring as much emotion into her voice as she could, Casondra took a step toward Trance, "It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do," she sniffed dramatically and took another step. "I had no choice, the Spirit had control over me, I tried to fight but he was too strong." Another step, "I was powerless to defy his order, even when he commanded that I kill my own mother." Her shoulders shuddered as she wept openly, all the while creeping closer to the bed. Trance wasn't looking at her, she appeared lost in thought. Casondra kept up the distraction. "You don't know how horrible it was, watching my own hand do the deed, my mind screaming for it to stop." She was nearly in range, just a few more feet. "Please Trance...Mother..." Trance flinched at the word, her reaction causing Casondra to smile darkly. "I need you to understand, it wasn't my choice, I would have done anything to prevent it but I couldn't control my own actions."
Casondra slowed her advance as Trance's tired, pain-filled eyes met hers. Tears rolled freely down the purple woman's face, "You're wrong there Casondra, we always have a choice." Casondra started to protest but stopped her mouth half open as she noticed a change taking place on Trance's face. The purple woman's eyes lit with a fiery hatred, her lips pulled back from her teeth in a wicked snarl. When she spoke, her voice had all the power of the elders and all the wrath of the heavens. "This charade ends here, Casondra." Trance spat the name as if it were poison. "You're crocodile tears may have tricked your mother but I, fortunately, am not hindered by such weakness. Thanks entirely to you. You robbed me of all emotion when you stole my friends and my family just as surely as you stole your parents' lives. I hope you rot in hell." Casondra stood frozen to the spot as Trance raised the knife high above her head and plunged it down into Harper's chest with all her might.
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Casondra fidgeted nervously in her seat in Dylan's quarters. She spent the last quarter of an hour mentally preparing and polishing her plan. She chanced a sideways glance at her captor. Since Tyr was still in the exact same position he had been in since locking her in here, she decided that she could not afford to wait another minute. She stood, hopefully not too quickly. She didn't want to arouse the suspicious nature of the Nietzschean. As calmly as she could she smoothed her leather outfit, readjusting certain areas for maximum impact. She reached behind her and unclipped the 'special' barrette allowing her maroon mane to flow about her shoulders. She slowly shook her head, and ran her hand through the wavy locks. She was aware of Tyr's eyes on her, as they had been since he escorted her from med bay but when she gazed back into those eyes, there was no hint of the emotions she was attempting to engender. Only the same cold, mistrustful indifference.
Undeterred, Casondra approached the Nietzschean. Her movements cat-like and seductive. She stopped only when her body was mere inches from his ridiculously large gun. Tyr made no move to stop her, his face never changing. "Tyr Anasazi," She purred, "I have a proposition for you." She paused to judge his reaction and was not surprised when she found none. Casondra leaned a little closer, tracing one gold finger along the Nietzschean's bulging bicep. When he made no move to quell her advances she continued. "I am from the future, that much is true and by the time that purple bitch is finished brain washing Dylan, I'm afraid all will be lost for me." She frowned slightly, her lower lip extending in what she hoped was an adorably vulnerable pout. "That is, unless a big, strong Nietzschean such as yourself could find it in his heart to help a poor innocent girl like me."
Casondra flinched at the sound of Tyr's weapon powering up. He made no move to aim it at her however and his eyes never left hers. She leaned back in, her body actually touching the gun. "What's in it for you, you say?" Casondra asked innocently, "Well, I would never make a proposition such as this to a Nietzschean such as yourself without having the goods to back it up, now would I?" She batted her eyelashes and ran her finger down from Tyr's bicep to his bone blade sheath. Bringing her other hand up, she slowly opened it to reveal her bone blade hair clasp. Tyr's eyes were still locked with hers but she noticed him studying the artifact with his exquisite peripheral vision. She raised to her tiptoes in order to whisper in the large man's ear. "I know things, Tyr, things about your family. Not the one in the past but the one in the future. I know how it can all go wrong; but then again, I also know the enormous potential. The Kodiak pride can live again. It can be stronger and fiercer than any other. Tyr, with me on your side, you could unite the prides and rule them all."
Casondra slowly leaned back to gauge his reaction. She thought she saw something flicker deep in his eyes and was encouraged. He remained silent however, waiting for her to reveal the inevitable string attached to her offer. "All I ask in return are two small favors, very small, tiny even. As a matter of fact, they will also benefit you. Call it a bonus just for looking so damn fine." Casondra chuckled deeply, her hand absentmindedly stroking Tyr's bone blades. "I need you to help me find something, something hidden very well, so well that we will need two others to help us. I have no leverage over Dylan but I believe if he and his android were out of the way, I would be able to convince Beka to join us, as long as she believed it would be the only way to keep her precious engineer in one piece."
Casondra nodded her head at the understanding dawning in Tyr's dark eyes. "Yes, Tyr, I want you to kill Captain Hunt and his robot. I will take care of the purple *pixie* myself. When I have what I came for I will tell you all I know about the future. The Andromeda will be yours and I'll even throw in the lovely Captain Valentine for your amusement." Casondra's eyes narrowed and she again came face to face with the unmoving Anasazi. "My other request is a little more unusual but even more crucial." She paused, letting the importance of her words sink in, "I need you to watch over Harper, make sure he is not killed. Maimed, wounded or tortured, sure but he stay alive."
Tyr face contorted in confusion, "Why Harper?" He said softly.
Casondra grinned wickedly, "Because he's cute, like me." She walked her fingers up Tyr's chin and gently tapped his nose. She stepped back and appraised the Nietzschean. "So, we have an agreement?"
Tyr stared coldly at the gold woman, "I never discount any opportunity, no matter how..." he paused, searching for the perfect adjective, "unpleasant."
"Good then, here's what I want you to do..." Casondra began. She was interrupted by Andromeda's frantic voice over the com.
"Emergency, Deck 19. All personnel report to med bay immediately."
Casondra shot the speaker a disgusted look. Her face froze and her eyes widened as she realized what the emergency must be. "Oh, no! Harper!" She whispered.
Tyr aimed his gun in her general direction and motioned for her to go first.
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As the pair neared med bay, they could hear muffled shouts but could not make out the words through the closed doors. "Ship" Tyr commanded, "Grant us access."
"The door is locked and I cannot override the commands." Andromeda's voice echoed through the empty corridors.
Casondra looked helplessly at Tyr, "I *have* to get in there!" She hissed.
"Perhaps my commands still work." Tyr said as he aimed his gun at the door controls and fired. Wired fizzled and sparks flew. Slowly the doors slid open. Casondra bolted through, waving her hand to clear the smoke from her eyes.
"Don't come any closer." Casondra skidded to a stop at the sound of Trance's voice. Through the dissipating smoke, she could make out Harper's bed and the form of the purple woman standing over it. She had something in her hand. Casondra squinted to make out what it was. When she saw it, here eyes widened and she gasped. Trance was holding one of Casondra's own kattana blades like a dagger mere inches from Harper's chest.
Casondra snapped out of her shock when she once again heard Tyr's weapon charge. "I can take the purple one out right now." He said, his voice dripping with venom.
"No!" Casondra squeaked, jumping in front of Tyr, "She'll kill him before you can even pull the trigger, I told you, I need him alive." Casondra finally noticed the room's other occupants. Dylan and Beka were on the floor tied up with what looked like IV tubing, they were staring slack-mouthed at Tyr's betrayal. Casondra grinned at their reaction; her grin widened as she spied Rommie lying in a heap in the corner, apparently deactivated. She mentally checked that task off her to-do list. To Tyr she said, "Cover them, make sure they don't interfere. I'll handle the purple one." Tyr's only response was to train his gun on Dylan and Beka. Satisfied that he was on her side, Casondra turned her attention to Trance. She began edging her way over to the bed where Harper lay.
"I said don't come any closer." Trance said, glancing from the body before her to the gold woman. "I have to stop you, Casondra, and apparently this is the only way." The blade edged closer to Harper's heart.
Casondra was frantic, this couldn't be happening, not now! She had Tyr, the rest should have been easy. Why did that bitch always have to ruin things? She tried to calm her racing heart and think rationally. She had to find a way to get the knife. She glanced furtively around the med bay for anything she could use. There were plenty of things that would be helpful but nothing within reach. "You know my true name, I was wondering how much that blithering idiot would be able to reveal before he finally met his maker." Trance's grip tightened on the knife, it inched closer to its target. Casondra cursed softly, she had obviously taken the wrong approach, she changed tactics, her hands raised in a non-threatening manner. "Well, if you know who I really am, then he must have told you the truth about my mother."
Trance glanced quickly again at Casondra, her eyes immediately returning to Harper. She licked her dry, cracked lips and whispered. "He told me what you did to her."
Squeezing a few tears from her eyes and pouring as much emotion into her voice as she could, Casondra took a step toward Trance, "It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do," she sniffed dramatically and took another step. "I had no choice, the Spirit had control over me, I tried to fight but he was too strong." Another step, "I was powerless to defy his order, even when he commanded that I kill my own mother." Her shoulders shuddered as she wept openly, all the while creeping closer to the bed. Trance wasn't looking at her, she appeared lost in thought. Casondra kept up the distraction. "You don't know how horrible it was, watching my own hand do the deed, my mind screaming for it to stop." She was nearly in range, just a few more feet. "Please Trance...Mother..." Trance flinched at the word, her reaction causing Casondra to smile darkly. "I need you to understand, it wasn't my choice, I would have done anything to prevent it but I couldn't control my own actions."
Casondra slowed her advance as Trance's tired, pain-filled eyes met hers. Tears rolled freely down the purple woman's face, "You're wrong there Casondra, we always have a choice." Casondra started to protest but stopped her mouth half open as she noticed a change taking place on Trance's face. The purple woman's eyes lit with a fiery hatred, her lips pulled back from her teeth in a wicked snarl. When she spoke, her voice had all the power of the elders and all the wrath of the heavens. "This charade ends here, Casondra." Trance spat the name as if it were poison. "You're crocodile tears may have tricked your mother but I, fortunately, am not hindered by such weakness. Thanks entirely to you. You robbed me of all emotion when you stole my friends and my family just as surely as you stole your parents' lives. I hope you rot in hell." Casondra stood frozen to the spot as Trance raised the knife high above her head and plunged it down into Harper's chest with all her might.
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