Past Reflections 3/?
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.
Thanks for the reviews they encourage me to keep at it. You guys are great grins
And Now...
Raiding the Closet
Once Harper got back to his quarters he immediately went to his closet. There on the very bottom was a hidden compartment where he stored some supplies from his years on Earth. After he came aboard the Andromeda he hid them and tried to put all of his past memory behind him. Reaching his hand into the compartment he took out a high tech lock pick , night vision and infrared gear, a modified blaster, a vast assortment of bombs, including shrillers and two daggers. Leaving them on the floor he proceeded to go through his clothes until he found what he was looking for at the very back of the closet near the wall. Harper picked up the worn leather duffel bag and dumped its contents on the bed after which he placed the bag on the floor next to his other goodies. Harper changed into the leather trench coat after donning a pair of black pants and green mesh shirt.
The weapons were mostly a stockpile from Earth, with the exception of the blaster, whereas the clothing was purchased on Sinti Drift after Beka dropped him off the first time. His clothes up until he left Earth were mostly rags stolen off of dead bodies, and sewn together pieces of fabric. So his first pieces of real clothing were bought with most of his life savings, bought so that he could hope to fit in with the criminals and drifters. Even though the months that followed were some of the worst in Harper's admittedly short, yet well-versed life, he kept the clothes as a reminder of where he'd come from and who he had been.
After he put the lock pick gear and surveillance equipment into the duffel bag, Harper proceeded to arm himself as he hadn't felt the need to do in years. Before he was done, Harper had a dagger strapped to the small of his back as well as one on his left leg, the blaster holstered on his right hip, while he filled the inner pockets of his trench coat with shrillers, micro-thermal bombs, and the cables for his data port.
Walking the halls of the Andromeda wearing his old gear seemed surreal to Harper as he made his way to where the Eureka Maru was docked. Carrying the extra weight of the both the weapons and trench coat was a little uncomfortable at first, but once Harper got used to them again it caused no further problems. Upon entering the docking bay, Harper saw Tyr moving supplies off the Maru to be replaced with fresh rations and fuel, since they had just returned from a mission everything else was already accounted for.
"Are you planning on helping me Harper, or just standing there staring all day?" Tyr asked without turning away from his inventory startling Harper in the process. Without answering Tyr's question directly Harper moved to help the Nietzschean catalog the rest of the equipment. As Harper moved directly into Tyr's line of sight, he couldn't help gasping softly in surprise at Harper's change in wardrobe.
"What? If I'm planning on going down there, I am going to look the part of a mercenary….So what do you think?" Harper asked while striking a dramatic pose. "Will I do?"
"No one will believe you're disreputable with that grin on your face, Little Man." Tyr commented while smirking at Harper's antics.
"Come on man, do I look dangerous or not?" Harper whined shoving his hands in his pockets.
"The clothes don't make a man dangerous. You are trying too hard, and for god sakes mercenaries don't bounce around. Stand still." Tyr growled playfully. "Let's go before I change my mind."
After the supplies were on board and the ship was refueled Harper and Tyr disembarked leaving strict instructions for Rommie to monitor them at all times once they reached the surface. Although she was still angry at being left behind, Rommie was more concerned with her missing crew, and so agreed to let Harper accompany Tyr down instead. It took 1.7 hours for the Maru to get to Braxus and by the time they arrived it was after dark. Gathering up their belongings they made their way off the ship and onto the docking ring.
"If I remember correctly there is a small hotel over a bar in that direction." Harper said pointing passed the panhandlers and vendors to his left. "We can start searching and dropping names tomorrow after we get a good nights sleep."
"Lead the way." Tyr gestured encouragingly, all the while keeping close watch of those in the immediate vicinity.
The people on this planet were exactly the type he worked with as a mercenary: skilled in their chosen field and always looking out for themselves. For the most part that philosophy bothered him not at all, he still being a Nietzschean after all, but now after being "domesticated by humans" these people just made him extremely wary. Of course he would never share that particular observation with anybody. He did have an image to maintain after all. Still, he was worried about the crew. Although they could all look after themselves for the most part, with the note able exception of Harper, this kidnapping, made Tyr uneasy. It had a well-planned, ruthless quality to it that Tyr had to admire, but not when it was responsible for hurting his pride. And these often annoying, mismatched group of people had become his pride, and by extension his family.
Tyr pitied those responsible for their capture because one thing he knew for sure was that the crew of the Andromeda were loyal to each other, as was evident with Harper, and that was when they were the most dangerous. The boy was obviously uncomfortable being on this planet, but you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him. Harper blended in surprisingly well with the natives, and his face was impassive and ruthless looking. The only thing that hinted that Harper was uncomfortable was his close proximity to Tyr. Usually Harper never gets within touching distance of Tyr unless he has no choice, the fact that in this case, a Nietzschean is the lesser of two evils, gives a good idea of how scared Harper really was.
As they entered the bar, Tyr noticed Harper put his hands in his pants pockets in a seemingly innocent gesture which just happened to show his blaster hanging low on his hip. He didn't give Harper credit for being so premeditated. Most of the inhabitants of the bar were Nietzscheans, glancing around Tyr saw crests from the Sabra-Jaguar, Drago-Katsov, Panther-Libra and Lizar-Mendar Prides. It seemed they walked right into a meeting of sorts for Nietzscheans, looking over at Harper he noticed the momentary surprise pass over his face before it once again was expressionless. Taking control of the situation Tyr sauntered up to the bay, closely followed by Harper, ignoring the glares and calculating looks directed their way, Tyr sat down and ordered a synthol. He raised a questioning eyebrow when Harper simply ordered a water rather than an alcoholic beverage, and then set about covertly observing the room.
"What the hell are we supposed to do to keep ourselves occupied for two days until Galileo arrives?" Harper whined petulantly, while deliberately projecting his voice so that the nearby patrons could hear. "God I hate transport ships. They are never on time."
"There is nothing we can do except wait until he gets here. Now stop your whining boy, or I will snap your neck!" Tyr growled convincingly while idly caressing his glass, keeping an eye on who was listening to their conversation.
"Better men than you have tried, Uber! Yet I'm still alive." Harper jeered while taking a hearty swig of his water and getting the barkeep's attention. "I need a room for tonight as far away from this bastard as possible." After throwing some throngs on the bar in payment for a room and the drink, Harper grabbed his bag and the key and made his retreat up the back stairs, cursing Tyr's lineage as he went.
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Please review. Any ideas on plot, I'm kinda stuck :-)
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.
Thanks for the reviews they encourage me to keep at it. You guys are great grins
And Now...
Raiding the Closet
Once Harper got back to his quarters he immediately went to his closet. There on the very bottom was a hidden compartment where he stored some supplies from his years on Earth. After he came aboard the Andromeda he hid them and tried to put all of his past memory behind him. Reaching his hand into the compartment he took out a high tech lock pick , night vision and infrared gear, a modified blaster, a vast assortment of bombs, including shrillers and two daggers. Leaving them on the floor he proceeded to go through his clothes until he found what he was looking for at the very back of the closet near the wall. Harper picked up the worn leather duffel bag and dumped its contents on the bed after which he placed the bag on the floor next to his other goodies. Harper changed into the leather trench coat after donning a pair of black pants and green mesh shirt.
The weapons were mostly a stockpile from Earth, with the exception of the blaster, whereas the clothing was purchased on Sinti Drift after Beka dropped him off the first time. His clothes up until he left Earth were mostly rags stolen off of dead bodies, and sewn together pieces of fabric. So his first pieces of real clothing were bought with most of his life savings, bought so that he could hope to fit in with the criminals and drifters. Even though the months that followed were some of the worst in Harper's admittedly short, yet well-versed life, he kept the clothes as a reminder of where he'd come from and who he had been.
After he put the lock pick gear and surveillance equipment into the duffel bag, Harper proceeded to arm himself as he hadn't felt the need to do in years. Before he was done, Harper had a dagger strapped to the small of his back as well as one on his left leg, the blaster holstered on his right hip, while he filled the inner pockets of his trench coat with shrillers, micro-thermal bombs, and the cables for his data port.
Walking the halls of the Andromeda wearing his old gear seemed surreal to Harper as he made his way to where the Eureka Maru was docked. Carrying the extra weight of the both the weapons and trench coat was a little uncomfortable at first, but once Harper got used to them again it caused no further problems. Upon entering the docking bay, Harper saw Tyr moving supplies off the Maru to be replaced with fresh rations and fuel, since they had just returned from a mission everything else was already accounted for.
"Are you planning on helping me Harper, or just standing there staring all day?" Tyr asked without turning away from his inventory startling Harper in the process. Without answering Tyr's question directly Harper moved to help the Nietzschean catalog the rest of the equipment. As Harper moved directly into Tyr's line of sight, he couldn't help gasping softly in surprise at Harper's change in wardrobe.
"What? If I'm planning on going down there, I am going to look the part of a mercenary….So what do you think?" Harper asked while striking a dramatic pose. "Will I do?"
"No one will believe you're disreputable with that grin on your face, Little Man." Tyr commented while smirking at Harper's antics.
"Come on man, do I look dangerous or not?" Harper whined shoving his hands in his pockets.
"The clothes don't make a man dangerous. You are trying too hard, and for god sakes mercenaries don't bounce around. Stand still." Tyr growled playfully. "Let's go before I change my mind."
After the supplies were on board and the ship was refueled Harper and Tyr disembarked leaving strict instructions for Rommie to monitor them at all times once they reached the surface. Although she was still angry at being left behind, Rommie was more concerned with her missing crew, and so agreed to let Harper accompany Tyr down instead. It took 1.7 hours for the Maru to get to Braxus and by the time they arrived it was after dark. Gathering up their belongings they made their way off the ship and onto the docking ring.
"If I remember correctly there is a small hotel over a bar in that direction." Harper said pointing passed the panhandlers and vendors to his left. "We can start searching and dropping names tomorrow after we get a good nights sleep."
"Lead the way." Tyr gestured encouragingly, all the while keeping close watch of those in the immediate vicinity.
The people on this planet were exactly the type he worked with as a mercenary: skilled in their chosen field and always looking out for themselves. For the most part that philosophy bothered him not at all, he still being a Nietzschean after all, but now after being "domesticated by humans" these people just made him extremely wary. Of course he would never share that particular observation with anybody. He did have an image to maintain after all. Still, he was worried about the crew. Although they could all look after themselves for the most part, with the note able exception of Harper, this kidnapping, made Tyr uneasy. It had a well-planned, ruthless quality to it that Tyr had to admire, but not when it was responsible for hurting his pride. And these often annoying, mismatched group of people had become his pride, and by extension his family.
Tyr pitied those responsible for their capture because one thing he knew for sure was that the crew of the Andromeda were loyal to each other, as was evident with Harper, and that was when they were the most dangerous. The boy was obviously uncomfortable being on this planet, but you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him. Harper blended in surprisingly well with the natives, and his face was impassive and ruthless looking. The only thing that hinted that Harper was uncomfortable was his close proximity to Tyr. Usually Harper never gets within touching distance of Tyr unless he has no choice, the fact that in this case, a Nietzschean is the lesser of two evils, gives a good idea of how scared Harper really was.
As they entered the bar, Tyr noticed Harper put his hands in his pants pockets in a seemingly innocent gesture which just happened to show his blaster hanging low on his hip. He didn't give Harper credit for being so premeditated. Most of the inhabitants of the bar were Nietzscheans, glancing around Tyr saw crests from the Sabra-Jaguar, Drago-Katsov, Panther-Libra and Lizar-Mendar Prides. It seemed they walked right into a meeting of sorts for Nietzscheans, looking over at Harper he noticed the momentary surprise pass over his face before it once again was expressionless. Taking control of the situation Tyr sauntered up to the bay, closely followed by Harper, ignoring the glares and calculating looks directed their way, Tyr sat down and ordered a synthol. He raised a questioning eyebrow when Harper simply ordered a water rather than an alcoholic beverage, and then set about covertly observing the room.
"What the hell are we supposed to do to keep ourselves occupied for two days until Galileo arrives?" Harper whined petulantly, while deliberately projecting his voice so that the nearby patrons could hear. "God I hate transport ships. They are never on time."
"There is nothing we can do except wait until he gets here. Now stop your whining boy, or I will snap your neck!" Tyr growled convincingly while idly caressing his glass, keeping an eye on who was listening to their conversation.
"Better men than you have tried, Uber! Yet I'm still alive." Harper jeered while taking a hearty swig of his water and getting the barkeep's attention. "I need a room for tonight as far away from this bastard as possible." After throwing some throngs on the bar in payment for a room and the drink, Harper grabbed his bag and the key and made his retreat up the back stairs, cursing Tyr's lineage as he went.
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Please review. Any ideas on plot, I'm kinda stuck :-)
