Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep
- Lt. Col. John Macrae May 3, 1915 From the poem In Flanders Fields
If yea Break Faith
He stood quietly high up on the grassy hill. He was not known for being still and silent yet he enjoyed this moment of tranquility. The wind ruffled his hair and he raised his nose to smell the sweet grass in the evening air. He slowly sat down and felt the prickly dry grass and the dirt score his hand. The last of the suns rays shone on his face warming him. As much as he loved the stars that had become his home he missed the wind and the sun, the days and the nights. Evening had always been his favorite time. The waves below him made a comforting noise as they gently met the shore.
He really had enjoyed this recent shore leave. He was nearly asleep when a shadow blocked the sun.
"Hey sport you ready to go?"
"Not really." He murmured.
Beka chuckled. "It's a nice spot a bit windy though."
There was barely a breeze. Harper smiled never opening his eyes. Beka was his polar opposite when it came to planets but he didn't mind.
"You seem happy here." She commented. "Do you regret being in space so much"?
Harper sat up slowly. "Being in space . no. Leaving people behind . sometimes."
Beka was surprised at his openness he didn't often talk about his past.
"What do you mean?"
He laughed it off as usual. "Ah, nothing boss. It's to nice a day to think about crap like that."
Beka shrugged. "Well if you ever need to."
He shifted around to look at her. "I know . thanks."
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2 months later
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Tyr strode down the corridor. His hand clenched and unclenched. He was furious. He had told that boy before and he meant it. He would not compromise his own survival on Harper's behalf. He had done so in the past but no more.
The door to machine shop twelve slid open. Harper didn't even look up from where he sat hovering over that machine. The thing, which was once the ships avatar. Exhausted circles coloured the boys face. But Tyr knew his efforts should have be expended elsewhere. He grabbed the boy's shoulder and threw him to the ground.
"Hey." The boy bellowed in complaint.
"Why aren't you repairing the life support? We are running in backup mode only!"
The child got to his feet and stood in front of his toy defiantly. "Rommie's hurt. She needs me. You can rot in hell."
The fury built to an uncontrollable level in Tyr's blood. How dare Harper risk all of their lives! Tyr's hand flew the air striking him a stunning blow. Blood dripped down Harpers face from a cut above his eye. To his defense though the boy reeked of fear but he never let it show.
The boy stood his fury was evident. He drew a weapon from some unknown source. Tyr knocked it away before it became a problem.
Tyr could hear Harper's rescuers running down the hall. They would be here momentarily. Why couldn't these people understand they were at war! They had been fighting direct assaults from the Dragon Katsov's for nearly a month. Having the ships engineer mooning over a lost android was no way to win this battle.
Harper let out a bellow and threw him self at Tyr. Tyr grabbed the small human by the shoulders and threw him bodily to the ground. Harper had gotten a few abrupt swings in before he hit the ground. He slid across the smooth floor his head hitting a nearby table. Tyr watched passively as the young engineers eyes rolled back in his head.
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TBC
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep
- Lt. Col. John Macrae May 3, 1915 From the poem In Flanders Fields
If yea Break Faith
He stood quietly high up on the grassy hill. He was not known for being still and silent yet he enjoyed this moment of tranquility. The wind ruffled his hair and he raised his nose to smell the sweet grass in the evening air. He slowly sat down and felt the prickly dry grass and the dirt score his hand. The last of the suns rays shone on his face warming him. As much as he loved the stars that had become his home he missed the wind and the sun, the days and the nights. Evening had always been his favorite time. The waves below him made a comforting noise as they gently met the shore.
He really had enjoyed this recent shore leave. He was nearly asleep when a shadow blocked the sun.
"Hey sport you ready to go?"
"Not really." He murmured.
Beka chuckled. "It's a nice spot a bit windy though."
There was barely a breeze. Harper smiled never opening his eyes. Beka was his polar opposite when it came to planets but he didn't mind.
"You seem happy here." She commented. "Do you regret being in space so much"?
Harper sat up slowly. "Being in space . no. Leaving people behind . sometimes."
Beka was surprised at his openness he didn't often talk about his past.
"What do you mean?"
He laughed it off as usual. "Ah, nothing boss. It's to nice a day to think about crap like that."
Beka shrugged. "Well if you ever need to."
He shifted around to look at her. "I know . thanks."
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2 months later
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Tyr strode down the corridor. His hand clenched and unclenched. He was furious. He had told that boy before and he meant it. He would not compromise his own survival on Harper's behalf. He had done so in the past but no more.
The door to machine shop twelve slid open. Harper didn't even look up from where he sat hovering over that machine. The thing, which was once the ships avatar. Exhausted circles coloured the boys face. But Tyr knew his efforts should have be expended elsewhere. He grabbed the boy's shoulder and threw him to the ground.
"Hey." The boy bellowed in complaint.
"Why aren't you repairing the life support? We are running in backup mode only!"
The child got to his feet and stood in front of his toy defiantly. "Rommie's hurt. She needs me. You can rot in hell."
The fury built to an uncontrollable level in Tyr's blood. How dare Harper risk all of their lives! Tyr's hand flew the air striking him a stunning blow. Blood dripped down Harpers face from a cut above his eye. To his defense though the boy reeked of fear but he never let it show.
The boy stood his fury was evident. He drew a weapon from some unknown source. Tyr knocked it away before it became a problem.
Tyr could hear Harper's rescuers running down the hall. They would be here momentarily. Why couldn't these people understand they were at war! They had been fighting direct assaults from the Dragon Katsov's for nearly a month. Having the ships engineer mooning over a lost android was no way to win this battle.
Harper let out a bellow and threw him self at Tyr. Tyr grabbed the small human by the shoulders and threw him bodily to the ground. Harper had gotten a few abrupt swings in before he hit the ground. He slid across the smooth floor his head hitting a nearby table. Tyr watched passively as the young engineers eyes rolled back in his head.
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TBC
