Past Reflections 1/?
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated PG-13 for now, may go up to R in later chapters due to possible slash content and violence
After three long weeks aboard the Eureka Maru, Tyr and Harper were thrilled to once again be within hailing distance of the Andromeda. With their mission to obtain Jeridian Ore a success, all either of them could think about was a soft bed and a hot meal, not necessarily in that order. Due to their preoccupation, neither noticed anything amiss until they had docked the Maru in Holding Bay 12. As Tyr shut down the Maru, Harper made his way off the ship with the ore, in an attempt to put some much needed distance between himself and the resident Nietzschean. Being around any Nietschean for extended periods of time brought out unpleasant memories of Harper's years on Earth. Most of the time Harper didn't have the time to think about it, what with the Andromeda being constantly in danger, but being in confined quarters with Tyr afforded him with time to brood. This is why Harper didn't realize that Captain Hunt hadn't come out to meet the incoming ship upon landing to get a success report. As soon as Harper stepped out of the holding bay Holo-Rommie, the ships holographic AI, materialized in front of him looking quite distressed for a warship.
"RomDoll, what's the matter?" Harper immediately asked once he saw the barely concealed panic on the Avatar's usually emotionless face.
"Is Tyr with you?" Rommie asked.
"Yeah, he's right-"
"Behind you, Little Man." Tyr interrupted, startling Harper in the process. "What seems to be the problem, Ship?"
"Dylan and the rest of the crew have been kidnapped. My AI is offline on Deck 72 and many of the ship's systems are down." Andromeda responded while phasing in and out of sight.
"We leave for three weeks, and everything goes to hell in a hand basket. Where was the crew taken, and by whom?" Harper asked trying to remain calm, while imagining all the worst possible scenarios his well-versed mind could come up with.
"Four ships came out of nowhere two days ago and attacked without warning. Before we could defend ourselves, I was hit with an electric plasma burst. It knocked out my AI and most other essential systems, when I came back online earlier today the others were missing. Their ships left a fuel signature, but it was so minuscule that I could not isolate it to follow their course. "
"I may be able to fine tune the tracking system depending on the type of vessels we are looking for. Do we have a visual snan before your systems went offline?" Harper asked in a reasonable tone of voice., hoping to calm down the warship.
"Look at the terminal to your left and I will replay the scan from before the battle. However, I doubt it will do you any good. The ships were of unknown origin and are not in my databanks." Rommie answered morosely, only to be cut off by an irate Tyr.
"If you were not aware, you have a 300-year gape in your database records. Since both myself and Mister Harper have actually lived in these times more then six months, perhaps the ship analysis should be left to us. Now, you will show us the footage….Now!" Tyr practically growled at the hologram.
After a few seconds the silence was filled with the sounds of weapons fire. Four large white ships appeared out of nowhere, looking like three-dimensional diamonds. Harper was so preoccupied with the fire fight onscreen that it took him by surprise when he heard Tyr swear under his breath. Dragging his attention to the Nietzschean by his side, he noticed that Tyr kept clenching his fists and looked ready to hit something.
"You know these dudes, Big Guy?" Harper asked.
"The Talasian Guard. Only the top mercenaries and bounty hunters for hire in the known worlds. We need to assess the damage to this ship, first and foremost, then we can strategize our next move." Tyr growled in response to the ships on screen. While striding towards the bridge with Harper following at his side.
"You know Big Guy, when Dylan pisses people off, he does it in grand style."
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated PG-13 for now, may go up to R in later chapters due to possible slash content and violence
After three long weeks aboard the Eureka Maru, Tyr and Harper were thrilled to once again be within hailing distance of the Andromeda. With their mission to obtain Jeridian Ore a success, all either of them could think about was a soft bed and a hot meal, not necessarily in that order. Due to their preoccupation, neither noticed anything amiss until they had docked the Maru in Holding Bay 12. As Tyr shut down the Maru, Harper made his way off the ship with the ore, in an attempt to put some much needed distance between himself and the resident Nietzschean. Being around any Nietschean for extended periods of time brought out unpleasant memories of Harper's years on Earth. Most of the time Harper didn't have the time to think about it, what with the Andromeda being constantly in danger, but being in confined quarters with Tyr afforded him with time to brood. This is why Harper didn't realize that Captain Hunt hadn't come out to meet the incoming ship upon landing to get a success report. As soon as Harper stepped out of the holding bay Holo-Rommie, the ships holographic AI, materialized in front of him looking quite distressed for a warship.
"RomDoll, what's the matter?" Harper immediately asked once he saw the barely concealed panic on the Avatar's usually emotionless face.
"Is Tyr with you?" Rommie asked.
"Yeah, he's right-"
"Behind you, Little Man." Tyr interrupted, startling Harper in the process. "What seems to be the problem, Ship?"
"Dylan and the rest of the crew have been kidnapped. My AI is offline on Deck 72 and many of the ship's systems are down." Andromeda responded while phasing in and out of sight.
"We leave for three weeks, and everything goes to hell in a hand basket. Where was the crew taken, and by whom?" Harper asked trying to remain calm, while imagining all the worst possible scenarios his well-versed mind could come up with.
"Four ships came out of nowhere two days ago and attacked without warning. Before we could defend ourselves, I was hit with an electric plasma burst. It knocked out my AI and most other essential systems, when I came back online earlier today the others were missing. Their ships left a fuel signature, but it was so minuscule that I could not isolate it to follow their course. "
"I may be able to fine tune the tracking system depending on the type of vessels we are looking for. Do we have a visual snan before your systems went offline?" Harper asked in a reasonable tone of voice., hoping to calm down the warship.
"Look at the terminal to your left and I will replay the scan from before the battle. However, I doubt it will do you any good. The ships were of unknown origin and are not in my databanks." Rommie answered morosely, only to be cut off by an irate Tyr.
"If you were not aware, you have a 300-year gape in your database records. Since both myself and Mister Harper have actually lived in these times more then six months, perhaps the ship analysis should be left to us. Now, you will show us the footage….Now!" Tyr practically growled at the hologram.
After a few seconds the silence was filled with the sounds of weapons fire. Four large white ships appeared out of nowhere, looking like three-dimensional diamonds. Harper was so preoccupied with the fire fight onscreen that it took him by surprise when he heard Tyr swear under his breath. Dragging his attention to the Nietzschean by his side, he noticed that Tyr kept clenching his fists and looked ready to hit something.
"You know these dudes, Big Guy?" Harper asked.
"The Talasian Guard. Only the top mercenaries and bounty hunters for hire in the known worlds. We need to assess the damage to this ship, first and foremost, then we can strategize our next move." Tyr growled in response to the ships on screen. While striding towards the bridge with Harper following at his side.
"You know Big Guy, when Dylan pisses people off, he does it in grand style."
