/N- Sorry midterms really suck, midterms two weeks after major anatomy test really suck… ok excuses are done sorry for the lack of updates.
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Bridges burn easily
but never forgot when the fire fades you still have the foundation of the former bridge left
it just takes some effort to get the bridge built again
-Rev in another fic
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Tyr leaned back in the pilot's chair of the maru. The trip here had been uneventful for once. No ships chasing them, no aliens trying to abduct Harper, no universal cops on their tail for unpaid docking tickets. This had been the most uneventful flight Tyr had taken since he had joined the Andromea crew. He looked at the planet before him. Now all he had to do was find Harper's sister who hated Nietzscheans. Then he had to convince her to come on board with him and reunite with her brother that she hadn't seen in person for 5 years. Trust him and his plan even after she saw Harper and what Tyr had done to him. Every plan had a few kinks in it. This one was good for a Dylan plan, somehow though those plans only magically worked out for Dylan. Tyr sat back in the chair thinking for a moment before he headed off this insane plan. Why not, worst plans had worked before. With that he headed toward the crew quarters.
"We there?" Harper asked his voice heavy with sleep and painkillers.
"Yes little man."
"Good luck finding Kris, here this may help, look under the pillow in the top bunk." Tyr put his hand under the pillow and felt several papers and then something fury under his hand. He pulled out the furry object and was greeted by a teddy bear that may have been white at some point. Its deep eyes looked back at Tyr with almost a sad expression. The bear wore a faded red vest closed by one button. "A hand me down from my older sister, it was mine, I forgot to give it to Kris when I left her… but she will know it." Tyr looked at the bear unsure what to do with it, "Beka has some bags in Rafe's old room, wouldn't want to damage your image by having you be seen with a teddy bear."
Tyr cleared his throat wondering if that was an insult or just a suggestion. "Thanks boy," with that Tyr turned and quietly walked away wondering what he could do to save this relationship. If it could be saved, his only hope lay in this plan working and working well. Any mistakes and he knew his friendship with Harper would be gone forever.
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Never let being a girl be an excuse for anything!!!
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Tyr stood at the edge of the Maru's dock observing all the people walking by. With a sigh he headed out. The chapel that Harper had left Kris at was easy to find. How sure was the boy that his sister had remained here for 5 years? How would he even now this girl? The questions continued in his head as he was met by a small girl in a black jumper with a white blouse, her hair was covered with a white covering. "May I help you sir."
"I am looking for Krishna Harper."
"I have never heard of her."
"I was told that she was brought here five years ago."
"I will get Mother Ester to talk to you, maybe she knows of this
Krishna," the girl curtsy and left Tyr in the entrance to the chapel. He looked around at this place dedicated to the worship of a pretty much dead religion. Why did people still worship a God that was dead from a planet that was destroyed?
"Why are you looking for her?" Tyr turned to see the voice that was talking to her. He saw on one but again he heard the voice. "Why do you want Kris?" Tyr was still unsure where the voice was coming from; he slowing reached into his bag and pulled out the teddy bear that
Harper had given him.
Suddenly he felt a stab of white hot pain across his back. He whirled around to see the tail end of a red cape he reached out and grabbed it but a strong kick to his middle made him drop it. One more kick to the groin sent him to the floor. He looked up at his attacker. All the person's features where covered by a wine cape to just below their knees. All Tyr could see the person's boots and a shadow of a face inside the hood. The figure reached into their boots and pulled a wicked looking knife. "Now tell me, why do you have Edward?"
"I was told to give it to Kris."
"Who gave it to you?"
"Her brother"
"Her brother?"
"Seamus Harper, annoying little engineer, drinks too much sparky."
"Where is he?"
"On our ship."
"Get up, show him to me." Tyr slowly got to his feet and felt the tip of the knife against his back. Slowly he made his way back to the Maru, wondering who this cloak figure was and if he should try and lose them or wait for them to gain some trust in him and lead him to Krishna. Anytime he slowed his pace he felt the blade poke a little harder encouraging him on. He got to the door of the Maru. He hit the codes for the airlock and then spun around grabbing the knife and knocking it out of the person's hands. He grabbed both of his hands and pined them bind their back.
"Ow, let go." Tyr dropped the hands for a moment, the person was a girl. The hood came down and he was greeted by a teenager with dishwater blonde hair up in cornrow braids going back to a central braid. Her thin tan face grew into a smile as she picked up the fallen knife, "Works every time, now are you going to show me my brother or am I going to have to gut you are then search the ship for him myself."
Tyr put up his hands in surrender, fighting with Kris wasn't going to bring her over to his side. "He's this way, but you don't need the knife."
"Like I am going to believe that coming from an uber. Now show
me my brother. And I already have shown you what this mudfoot girl can do; don't make me show you more." Tyr led her into the crew quarters and stood back at the door. Harper was lying in the bed his eyes closed; the boy could sleep through anything. Tyr saw Kris taking in the bandages, "What happened?"
Holding up his own bandaged hand with the cut from his and Harper's fight, "It's a long story and I think its best that Harper tells you." With that Tyr left the room not wanting to see the girl's anger unleashed when she found out it was him who had injured Harper.
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It's only a flesh wound
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Kris looked over the sleeping form of her brother. He had filled out a little since he had left her on the planet. That had been five years ago though. He was still the same size but where ever he had landed must have been halfway decent, he didn't have the stick thin, sunken eye look like they both had growing up. The hair was a laugh though, spiked all over the place, so the opposite of Harper who was never very good in a street fight, he always got out with very little damage, but he never wanted to hurt the other person. No Shay had always had a soft heart hidden underneath it all, sometimes Kris wondered if she was the only person he let see it. She went to tuck a hair out of his eyes. Shay stirred and woke up.
"Hey look who's finally awake."
"Kris?"
"Yeah it's me Shay, what happened?"
"It's a long story."
"Well it would be shorter if you started telling it to me instead of saying it's a long story." Shay smiled and started talking about the Andromeda, a ship that he had found and now was the engineer of. His face lit up when he talked about her and all the adventures he had aboard it. He had kept Kris from going after Tyr when he told her about the fight, but in the end she was still steaming. Harper was trying to convince her that he was a halfway good guy when he let out a yawn. Kris looked into Harper's eyes, "come on now rest. You don't need to worry about me anymore."
"Kris, big brothers, are supposed to worry and take care of their sisters. It's written in the big brother handbook, right after nuggies and raspberries."
"Come on rest for a while, or do I need to tuck you in and tell you a bedtime story."
"Ohhh Ohh story time, tell me the one about the three Nietzscheans, or Little Red Dirt Bike and the chick that rides it."
Kris bit her lip trying not to laugh, but give the man what he was asking for. "How about I do tell you a story, my favorite"
Once upon a time, a long time ago there lived a young girl with her father on a cargo hauler. The girl, Bailey, lived a happy life with her father. He was a successful cargo hauler and the two of them enjoyed their life on the small ship. One day Bailey's father met a beautiful half Nietzschean woman Darsey. Darsey had two daughters from a previous marriage, Dominique and Camilla. But her husband had divorced her because she failed to produce male offspring. She married Bailey's father but only a few months later he died in a bar fight on a planet.
Bailey was very sad, she stayed locked in her room on the ship for days after they received the news. The whole family grieved and the ship remained docked there till the docking pay ran out and they had to leave because they where out of money.
Darsey while beautiful and cunning knew nothing about hauling cargo, filling out and maintaining service contracts or even basic ship maintenance. Young Bailey was left with the duties of running the ship. Soon they where hauling cargo again but with little profits as Darsey,
Dominique and Camilla only sat in the galley and made demands of Bailey; clean the floors, fix the drive, order new parts little greasy monkey, for that was all they called Bailey these days little greasy monkey. The years past and Darsey beauty faded and Bailey grew into a lovely woman, if you looked under all the grease.
One day they where docking at a large spaceport looking for new clinics when the ruler of the Tatasue quadrant came by. His ship had broken down and was in need of a mechanic. He also was in need of a bride of his son who was traveling with him and strongly resented arranged marriages that should have died out the same time as the common wealth. Darsey struck up a conversation with him about her lovely daughters would produce wonderful offspring for the family. After the ruler had offered to see these daughter after he had found a mechanic Darsey said that he could barrow hers to fix his ship. "Oh Grease Monkey," she called, and Bailey came running from the pool table where she had been winning the money of all the suckers that had bet against her. She was introduced to the ruler and after much haggling agreed to fix his slipdrive for a small fee, half up front of course.
Bailey crawled around the ruler's ship and soon was banging on the pipes working to get it running again. After a while she was greeted by a teenage boy dressed in spotless clothes and a band new tool belt around his waist. She politely informed him to get out of her way and continued working. He continued to follow her around for the course of the day.
After a while she told him to go away or get his head smashed in. He muttered something about wanting to learn how to repair the drive so he could fix it in the future. She agreed if he would shut-up stand back and not talk unless talked to. He did as he was told and when she was done the two of them sat on the dock of the ship drinking coffee covered in 'ship puke.' She was laughing and enjoying herself when a maid of the large ship stubble by. She yelled at them to get back to work, but when she caught sight of the boy she apologized and left. He stubble over his words for an explanation but Bailey stopped him, "she in a pile for yellin' at the boss's kid." A smile lit up the boys face at the discovery of his secret and he laughed. "Not great at hiding your true colors boy," she said with a grin.
He just said a simple "you try it sometime."
"I will be a poor haulers daughter till the day I die, nothing more and the divine forbid nothing less."
"Not if I can have my way." With that the boy took Bailey's hand and led her deep within the ship. He called on a few of his personal servants and left to go speak with his father. When he returned the maids had finished their work and he lead Bailey into the dinning hall of them ship and up to the head table where the ruler was speaking with Darsey. Bailey tried not to make a face when she saw Darsey wearing a dress that must have cost their last to hauls to buy. "Father I would like to introduce you to the women I would love to be my bride."
The ruler took Bailey hand and escorted her to the table. "And to whom may I call to ask their permission for my son to have your hand?"
"My father is dead along with my mother, but even so I am my own women."
"Strong will you are, fine then you may marry my soon, Grease Monkey, you clean up well but it only worked to show the beauty you always carried on the inside. Some," he said turning to Darsey, "can never really hide their true nature." And with that Bailey left her life as a hauler's daughter behind and became the wife of a ruler who still managed to fix slipstreams in her spare time. The End,
Kris whispered as she brushed a stray hair out of Harper's face. It was weird seeing her big brother so weak like this, but she also knew he would recover, she hoped.