Past Reflections 2/?
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 forty-six hours of repair work, tinkering with the tracking system and little sleep, the Andromeda was fully operational, and her avatar was capable of navigating the ship.
"Admit it Tyr, I'm a freakin' genius!" Exclaimed Seamus Zalanzy Harper, Andromeda's engineer and self-proclaimed god. The only response was a snort from Tyr that could either be interpreted as amused or annoyed-and-barely-keeping-his-homicidal-urges-in-check. With Tyr it was hard to tell. He has the whole imposing warrior thing down to an art form.
"I will withhold comment until it is determined that we can follow the Guard's fuel trail."
Harper was tempted to stick his tongue out at Tyr but decided against it due to the fact that he needed that particular organ intact to be able to proclaim his genius to the world. Instead he initiated the newly improved tracking system and waited for the coordinates to be calculated astronomically. A few minutes later a star chart came on screen showing the ship's trajectory and destination.
"They are heading into the Orion system. Setting a course to follow. ETA to Braxus 7: Three hours and twenty-seven minutes. After which time Rommie will navigate the Andromeda Ascendant, leaving you free to dock the Maru on Braxus 7." Andromeda's hologram said, appearing briefly after which point she disappeared altogether.
"This day just keeps getting better. How are we going to rescue the crew on a world inhabited by murderers, criminals and mercenaries?" Harper asked, directing his question at Tyr, who looked as unperturbed as ever.
"You are familiar with Braxus?" Tyr asked raising an eyebrow curiously.
"I was stranded there for a few weeks, three years back, when a supply run of Beka's went bad." I explained giving him the least amount of details possible. "After I got back on the Maru I had hoped never to see it again."
"I wouldn't worry Little Man. I plan on going planet-side alone." Tyr responded. "I am sure you can keep yourself busy and out of trouble until I get back."
"Like hell you are!" Harper snarled while grabbing Tyr by the upper arm when it looked as if he would leave. None of Tyr's surprise showed on his face as he stared down the human engineer. Feeling intimidated by Tyr's anger, Harper backed off and put ten feet between them.
"I'm going with you. I would suggest Rommie, but unfortunately she wouldn't be fully operational by then. Believe me, I don't want to go down there anymore than you want me there, but someone has to watch your back."
"You're a liability in a fight, boy. I will most likely be forced to rescue you if you insist on accompanying me. In case you had forgotten , I was a mercenary before I joined Dylan's idealistic mission. As such I can handle a few cutthroats." Tyr reminded him.
"True, but I would feel better if I was with you. This isn't up for discussion. I will either go with you or I will follow you down there." Harper acknowledged.
"What makes you think I am interested in making you feel better? I could always knock you out and lock you in the brig until I return." Tyr snarled, his voice dripping venom. Since Harper's determination to go had already convinced Tyr, he was just waiting to see how long Harper could remain serious without cracking a joke. He had never seen this side of Harper before, and quite frankly was having trouble reconciling it with the sarcastic, perpetually bouncy engineer he thought he knew.
"Nothing, but in this case what makes me feel better will also enhance your chances of survival." Harper sneered the last few words, making his contempt obvious to the Nietschean.
"Awfully sure of yourself, Little Professor." Tyr commented quizzically.
"Do you really think I would risk my life going down to an outlaw world to rescue three people accompanied by a Nietschean of all things, if I thought there was no chance of survival?" Harper questioned incredulously. "Give me a little credit Tyr. I am not about to throw my life away after having survived for twenty-four years."
"Very well, if you insist on going we should get ready. We have about an hour before we can disembark on the Eureka Maru. Be on time." Tyr ordered, leaving Harper behind on the bridge.
Harper sat down in Dylan's chair with a sigh, resting his head in his hands, only now allowing his fear to show. He would never give Tyr the satisfaction of seeing him scared, but a life full of Nietschean oppression wasn't easily gotten over in a few months. Now that he was alone the terror he felt standing up to Tyr, as well as the idea of volunteering returning to Braxus, kept in check because he couldn't afford to show weakness in front of a Nietschean, crept out in the form of shaking hands and a few tears. He stayed hunched in place with his whole body shaking for a few minutes until he finally got himself back under control. Harper made his way off the bridge back to his quarters to gather supplies, never seeing the leather and chain mail clad Nietschean watching him from the shadows.
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 forty-six hours of repair work, tinkering with the tracking system and little sleep, the Andromeda was fully operational, and her avatar was capable of navigating the ship.
"Admit it Tyr, I'm a freakin' genius!" Exclaimed Seamus Zalanzy Harper, Andromeda's engineer and self-proclaimed god. The only response was a snort from Tyr that could either be interpreted as amused or annoyed-and-barely-keeping-his-homicidal-urges-in-check. With Tyr it was hard to tell. He has the whole imposing warrior thing down to an art form.
"I will withhold comment until it is determined that we can follow the Guard's fuel trail."
Harper was tempted to stick his tongue out at Tyr but decided against it due to the fact that he needed that particular organ intact to be able to proclaim his genius to the world. Instead he initiated the newly improved tracking system and waited for the coordinates to be calculated astronomically. A few minutes later a star chart came on screen showing the ship's trajectory and destination.
"They are heading into the Orion system. Setting a course to follow. ETA to Braxus 7: Three hours and twenty-seven minutes. After which time Rommie will navigate the Andromeda Ascendant, leaving you free to dock the Maru on Braxus 7." Andromeda's hologram said, appearing briefly after which point she disappeared altogether.
"This day just keeps getting better. How are we going to rescue the crew on a world inhabited by murderers, criminals and mercenaries?" Harper asked, directing his question at Tyr, who looked as unperturbed as ever.
"You are familiar with Braxus?" Tyr asked raising an eyebrow curiously.
"I was stranded there for a few weeks, three years back, when a supply run of Beka's went bad." I explained giving him the least amount of details possible. "After I got back on the Maru I had hoped never to see it again."
"I wouldn't worry Little Man. I plan on going planet-side alone." Tyr responded. "I am sure you can keep yourself busy and out of trouble until I get back."
"Like hell you are!" Harper snarled while grabbing Tyr by the upper arm when it looked as if he would leave. None of Tyr's surprise showed on his face as he stared down the human engineer. Feeling intimidated by Tyr's anger, Harper backed off and put ten feet between them.
"I'm going with you. I would suggest Rommie, but unfortunately she wouldn't be fully operational by then. Believe me, I don't want to go down there anymore than you want me there, but someone has to watch your back."
"You're a liability in a fight, boy. I will most likely be forced to rescue you if you insist on accompanying me. In case you had forgotten , I was a mercenary before I joined Dylan's idealistic mission. As such I can handle a few cutthroats." Tyr reminded him.
"True, but I would feel better if I was with you. This isn't up for discussion. I will either go with you or I will follow you down there." Harper acknowledged.
"What makes you think I am interested in making you feel better? I could always knock you out and lock you in the brig until I return." Tyr snarled, his voice dripping venom. Since Harper's determination to go had already convinced Tyr, he was just waiting to see how long Harper could remain serious without cracking a joke. He had never seen this side of Harper before, and quite frankly was having trouble reconciling it with the sarcastic, perpetually bouncy engineer he thought he knew.
"Nothing, but in this case what makes me feel better will also enhance your chances of survival." Harper sneered the last few words, making his contempt obvious to the Nietschean.
"Awfully sure of yourself, Little Professor." Tyr commented quizzically.
"Do you really think I would risk my life going down to an outlaw world to rescue three people accompanied by a Nietschean of all things, if I thought there was no chance of survival?" Harper questioned incredulously. "Give me a little credit Tyr. I am not about to throw my life away after having survived for twenty-four years."
"Very well, if you insist on going we should get ready. We have about an hour before we can disembark on the Eureka Maru. Be on time." Tyr ordered, leaving Harper behind on the bridge.
Harper sat down in Dylan's chair with a sigh, resting his head in his hands, only now allowing his fear to show. He would never give Tyr the satisfaction of seeing him scared, but a life full of Nietschean oppression wasn't easily gotten over in a few months. Now that he was alone the terror he felt standing up to Tyr, as well as the idea of volunteering returning to Braxus, kept in check because he couldn't afford to show weakness in front of a Nietschean, crept out in the form of shaking hands and a few tears. He stayed hunched in place with his whole body shaking for a few minutes until he finally got himself back under control. Harper made his way off the bridge back to his quarters to gather supplies, never seeing the leather and chain mail clad Nietschean watching him from the shadows.
