Past Reflections 11/?
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated R due to possible slash content and violence. I have been having some formatting problems, so if this comes out crazy bear with me.
Meeting Bolivar
"You are sure you can accomplish this?" Tyr asked for the fifth time as he paced their room the next afternoon.
"Tyr, everything will be fine." Harper tried to reassure the worried Nietzschean.
"How do you expect to get on to Bolivar's ship undetected?" Tyr asked incredulously. "Perhaps I accompany you. After all, if you get captured I will have to free all of you alone."
"Listen Big Guy. You seem to be forgetting the itty-bitty fact that I survived Nietzschean raids and Magog hunting parties for over twenty years while I lived on Earth. I'll be okay. Barely any Nietzscheans will be in the engine room, and if I time it right it will be empty because the others will be on the planet getting ready for the auction." Harper explained. "Besides, you'll be busy meeting with your contacts and getting supplies for tonight."
"Very well, but I am warning you, Little Man. If I have to come get you…"
"Yeah, Yeah." Harper mumbled as he grabbed his blaster and left the room, stealthily exiting through the back door.
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Approximately three hours later they entered the building where the auction was scheduled to take place Tyr was wearing his usual leather pants and metal vest, as well as a long black trench coat full of hidden compartments. He had a large gun strapped noticeably to his hip, which too attention away from the slight bulge on his arm, caused by his concealed force-lance. In the pockets of Tyr's coat he had a variety of Harper's bombs, plus an electronic locking device from the Andromeda. Once they got out of the main room with the rest of the crew, Tyr would activate the device, causing everyone still inside the room to be trapped inside.
Harper had no weapons on him, as such he was trusting Tyr to watch his back. His clothing was so threadbare that there was no place to hide a concealed weapon of any kind, but he did indeed look the part of a human slave. As he walked in behind Tyr, they were soon surrounded by Nietzscheans of many different prides.
The only thing distinguishing about most of them was their crests and armaments. Harper looked washed-out in his tan pants and matching shirt, quite a contrast from his usual loud multi-colored ensembles. Harper was vastly uncomfortable being surrounded by so many Nietzscheans, especially the Drago Katsov. It came too close to reminding him of Earth. As it was Harper was drawing into himself in order to look as helpless as possible, which wasn't at all difficult considering he was barely keeping a handle on his rising panic. He was inwardly cursing himself for having forgotten the horrors that were out there, simply because he felt protected on the Andromeda. Here he was braving the species he feared most in the universe, besides perhaps the Magog, all in an attempt to rescue three people. On Earth he never would have put himself into that kind of situation for anyone, with the exception for Brendan.
Harper nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand suddenly gripped the back of his neck. Turning to see who grabbed him, he saw Tyr, now walking beside him seemingly dragging him by the scruff of the neck.
"Come on, kludge." Tyr growled dismissively, looking at him with barely concealed 'disgust.' Harper almost missed Tyr's whispered comment under the din of talking Nietzscheans. "Keep it together, Little Professor."
Instead of Tyr's grip on him feeling oppressive and restricting, it instead offered him a small amount of comfort and allowed him to push his terror away slightly. If any of the crew had seen Harper over the next half an hour they would have been shocked to see the normally vibrant (if often annoying) engineer seemingly cowering next to Tyr silently.
Harper didn't attract any undue attention to himself and Tyr had already made two complete circuits of the room to memorize the layout, when Charlemagne Bolivar happened to notice them as he entered the room.
"Tyr Anastazi, how… unexpected to see you." The Archduke proclaimed dramatically. "And who is this? He looks a little like an annoying engineer I met once."
"I would suggest not continuing this line of questioning." Tyr cautioned, leading the Archduke away from the crowd with a hand on his back. Once they got out into the deserted hallway, Tyr let Bolivar stop and blocked his view of the doorway. Harper merely continued with the docile servant act and looked at the ground, incase anyone happened to interrupt them.
"Not the smartest place to be right now… considering." Bolivar commented casually.
"The only place we would be right now." Tyr answered looking resolute.
"It would be a terrible shame if someone were to recognize you and blow your cover."
"True."
"Perhaps we could come to a mutually advantageous outcome." Bolivar said looking smug. "Although I could just introduce you and the kludge to the assembled right now. Couldn't I?"
"You could." Tyr acknowledged looking bored with the conversation. "But then I'm afraid I would have no choice but to blow up your ship, including your two newborn sons and your wife, plus half your pride."
"You're bluffing." Bolivar stated, although he looked a little less sure of himself.
"Am I?" Tyr asked, taking out the bomb trigger from one of his coat pockets. "Are you willing to take that chance?"
"Very well." Bolivar agreed, backing down after staring at Tyr for a short time. "I will say nothing about your identity."
"You will do more than that if you wish your family to survive."
"Such as?"
"Such as create a diversion when all of the crew enter the room, so that no one will be looking at us at the time."
"Ahhh… and if I do this?" Bolivar asked. "How do I know you won't blow up my ship afterwards?"
"You don't." Tyr answered with a smirk.
"You two will pay for this." Bolivar growled angrily.
"Undoubtedly." Tyr acknowledged. "But not today."
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated R due to possible slash content and violence. I have been having some formatting problems, so if this comes out crazy bear with me.
Meeting Bolivar
"You are sure you can accomplish this?" Tyr asked for the fifth time as he paced their room the next afternoon.
"Tyr, everything will be fine." Harper tried to reassure the worried Nietzschean.
"How do you expect to get on to Bolivar's ship undetected?" Tyr asked incredulously. "Perhaps I accompany you. After all, if you get captured I will have to free all of you alone."
"Listen Big Guy. You seem to be forgetting the itty-bitty fact that I survived Nietzschean raids and Magog hunting parties for over twenty years while I lived on Earth. I'll be okay. Barely any Nietzscheans will be in the engine room, and if I time it right it will be empty because the others will be on the planet getting ready for the auction." Harper explained. "Besides, you'll be busy meeting with your contacts and getting supplies for tonight."
"Very well, but I am warning you, Little Man. If I have to come get you…"
"Yeah, Yeah." Harper mumbled as he grabbed his blaster and left the room, stealthily exiting through the back door.
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Approximately three hours later they entered the building where the auction was scheduled to take place Tyr was wearing his usual leather pants and metal vest, as well as a long black trench coat full of hidden compartments. He had a large gun strapped noticeably to his hip, which too attention away from the slight bulge on his arm, caused by his concealed force-lance. In the pockets of Tyr's coat he had a variety of Harper's bombs, plus an electronic locking device from the Andromeda. Once they got out of the main room with the rest of the crew, Tyr would activate the device, causing everyone still inside the room to be trapped inside.
Harper had no weapons on him, as such he was trusting Tyr to watch his back. His clothing was so threadbare that there was no place to hide a concealed weapon of any kind, but he did indeed look the part of a human slave. As he walked in behind Tyr, they were soon surrounded by Nietzscheans of many different prides.
The only thing distinguishing about most of them was their crests and armaments. Harper looked washed-out in his tan pants and matching shirt, quite a contrast from his usual loud multi-colored ensembles. Harper was vastly uncomfortable being surrounded by so many Nietzscheans, especially the Drago Katsov. It came too close to reminding him of Earth. As it was Harper was drawing into himself in order to look as helpless as possible, which wasn't at all difficult considering he was barely keeping a handle on his rising panic. He was inwardly cursing himself for having forgotten the horrors that were out there, simply because he felt protected on the Andromeda. Here he was braving the species he feared most in the universe, besides perhaps the Magog, all in an attempt to rescue three people. On Earth he never would have put himself into that kind of situation for anyone, with the exception for Brendan.
Harper nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand suddenly gripped the back of his neck. Turning to see who grabbed him, he saw Tyr, now walking beside him seemingly dragging him by the scruff of the neck.
"Come on, kludge." Tyr growled dismissively, looking at him with barely concealed 'disgust.' Harper almost missed Tyr's whispered comment under the din of talking Nietzscheans. "Keep it together, Little Professor."
Instead of Tyr's grip on him feeling oppressive and restricting, it instead offered him a small amount of comfort and allowed him to push his terror away slightly. If any of the crew had seen Harper over the next half an hour they would have been shocked to see the normally vibrant (if often annoying) engineer seemingly cowering next to Tyr silently.
Harper didn't attract any undue attention to himself and Tyr had already made two complete circuits of the room to memorize the layout, when Charlemagne Bolivar happened to notice them as he entered the room.
"Tyr Anastazi, how… unexpected to see you." The Archduke proclaimed dramatically. "And who is this? He looks a little like an annoying engineer I met once."
"I would suggest not continuing this line of questioning." Tyr cautioned, leading the Archduke away from the crowd with a hand on his back. Once they got out into the deserted hallway, Tyr let Bolivar stop and blocked his view of the doorway. Harper merely continued with the docile servant act and looked at the ground, incase anyone happened to interrupt them.
"Not the smartest place to be right now… considering." Bolivar commented casually.
"The only place we would be right now." Tyr answered looking resolute.
"It would be a terrible shame if someone were to recognize you and blow your cover."
"True."
"Perhaps we could come to a mutually advantageous outcome." Bolivar said looking smug. "Although I could just introduce you and the kludge to the assembled right now. Couldn't I?"
"You could." Tyr acknowledged looking bored with the conversation. "But then I'm afraid I would have no choice but to blow up your ship, including your two newborn sons and your wife, plus half your pride."
"You're bluffing." Bolivar stated, although he looked a little less sure of himself.
"Am I?" Tyr asked, taking out the bomb trigger from one of his coat pockets. "Are you willing to take that chance?"
"Very well." Bolivar agreed, backing down after staring at Tyr for a short time. "I will say nothing about your identity."
"You will do more than that if you wish your family to survive."
"Such as?"
"Such as create a diversion when all of the crew enter the room, so that no one will be looking at us at the time."
"Ahhh… and if I do this?" Bolivar asked. "How do I know you won't blow up my ship afterwards?"
"You don't." Tyr answered with a smirk.
"You two will pay for this." Bolivar growled angrily.
"Undoubtedly." Tyr acknowledged. "But not today."
