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The Andromedians drew their weapons simultaneously. They walked quickly but cautiously towards the door.
Tyr stood to the right of the door unseen as Harper stood up on his toes and peered through the small window.
"It's just an old man. I don't see anyone else." The boy hissed quietly.
"But this is Nietzschein territory. old or not he is still Nietzschein."
Harper gave a nod. "What do want? What ever you're selling we don't want any!" He shouted.
"Slave let me talk to your Master." The man responded.
Harper started to swear, words that obviously came from the very gutter of Boston finer sections.
Tyr bumped Harper lightly to the side and opened the air lock.
The door slid open as Tyr forcelance and Harper's gauss gun locked on to their target.
The older man smiled and raised his hands over his head and didn't look the least bit concerned. "Tyr Anasazi I presume?"
"What do you want?"
"You don't remember me? That's a shame. I was a friend of your mother's."
It was like a switch turned off in his mind. He pushed all the emotions that wanted to flood forward to the back of his mind. "I hardly think so." He growled.
"It's true . I can tell you the story if you let me in and perhaps offer me something to drink. As the walk across the desert has left me parched."
Tyr slowly lowered his weapon. He could feel Harper's eyes on him. He wasn't as confident about letting the older Nietzschein in. Tyr wanted to reassure the boy that his guard would not be down for a moment. But, he didn't. The boy's paranoia had served them well in the past. If Harper was nervous he would be nearly as attentive to the older man's actions as he himself would be.
Tyr allowed the man access. But his eyes followed him constantly. "Harper get him a drink."
"What?! No! You."
"NOW!" Yelled Tyr.
Harper flinched. Both Nietzschein's noticed it but Harper pretended it didn't happen. "Fine." He swore and wandered off towards the galley.
Tyr refocused his attentions on the newcomer. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"My name is Niccolo. I was a friend of your mother's."
Tyr cut him off. "I am not interested in your fairytales old man what do you want." Tyr could barely admit to himself that he wanted to know how this person new his mother. He would not allow Niccolo to know that weakness.
"It's is hardly a fairly tale. I met your mother when you father and her travelled for negotiations with our tribe.. Before the great war." He added unnecessarily.
Tyr only grunted in response.
"She was a very beautiful woman. I was sorry to hear of her betrayal."
"Again, I ask you old man. Why are you here?!"
Harper footsteps could be heard on the metal grated floor as he re-entered the room with a mug of warm coffee. Neither one acknowledged his presence other then Niccolo who accepted the mug from his hands. Tyr was glad for once Harper remained silent.
"Ahh, why am I here? Well I witnessed your little escapade at the local drink establishment. I can't say it was your finest hour."
Tyr raised his Forcelance and trained it on Niccolo.
"Fine, Fine. you're just as stubborn as your mother described you as a child. I may have the information you and your little pet kludge have been seeking."
Harper took a deep breath and was about to speak. Tyr gave him a sharp kick. Harper just squawked held the back of his calf and glared at Tyr.
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TBC
The Andromedians drew their weapons simultaneously. They walked quickly but cautiously towards the door.
Tyr stood to the right of the door unseen as Harper stood up on his toes and peered through the small window.
"It's just an old man. I don't see anyone else." The boy hissed quietly.
"But this is Nietzschein territory. old or not he is still Nietzschein."
Harper gave a nod. "What do want? What ever you're selling we don't want any!" He shouted.
"Slave let me talk to your Master." The man responded.
Harper started to swear, words that obviously came from the very gutter of Boston finer sections.
Tyr bumped Harper lightly to the side and opened the air lock.
The door slid open as Tyr forcelance and Harper's gauss gun locked on to their target.
The older man smiled and raised his hands over his head and didn't look the least bit concerned. "Tyr Anasazi I presume?"
"What do you want?"
"You don't remember me? That's a shame. I was a friend of your mother's."
It was like a switch turned off in his mind. He pushed all the emotions that wanted to flood forward to the back of his mind. "I hardly think so." He growled.
"It's true . I can tell you the story if you let me in and perhaps offer me something to drink. As the walk across the desert has left me parched."
Tyr slowly lowered his weapon. He could feel Harper's eyes on him. He wasn't as confident about letting the older Nietzschein in. Tyr wanted to reassure the boy that his guard would not be down for a moment. But, he didn't. The boy's paranoia had served them well in the past. If Harper was nervous he would be nearly as attentive to the older man's actions as he himself would be.
Tyr allowed the man access. But his eyes followed him constantly. "Harper get him a drink."
"What?! No! You."
"NOW!" Yelled Tyr.
Harper flinched. Both Nietzschein's noticed it but Harper pretended it didn't happen. "Fine." He swore and wandered off towards the galley.
Tyr refocused his attentions on the newcomer. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"My name is Niccolo. I was a friend of your mother's."
Tyr cut him off. "I am not interested in your fairytales old man what do you want." Tyr could barely admit to himself that he wanted to know how this person new his mother. He would not allow Niccolo to know that weakness.
"It's is hardly a fairly tale. I met your mother when you father and her travelled for negotiations with our tribe.. Before the great war." He added unnecessarily.
Tyr only grunted in response.
"She was a very beautiful woman. I was sorry to hear of her betrayal."
"Again, I ask you old man. Why are you here?!"
Harper footsteps could be heard on the metal grated floor as he re-entered the room with a mug of warm coffee. Neither one acknowledged his presence other then Niccolo who accepted the mug from his hands. Tyr was glad for once Harper remained silent.
"Ahh, why am I here? Well I witnessed your little escapade at the local drink establishment. I can't say it was your finest hour."
Tyr raised his Forcelance and trained it on Niccolo.
"Fine, Fine. you're just as stubborn as your mother described you as a child. I may have the information you and your little pet kludge have been seeking."
Harper took a deep breath and was about to speak. Tyr gave him a sharp kick. Harper just squawked held the back of his calf and glared at Tyr.
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TBC
