Past Reflections 15/?
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.
The Debriefing
Harper was deeply immersed in a project in Machine Shop 3 when Andromeda materialized suddenly right behind him. This caused him to jump in surprise and reach for his dagger, which was strapped once again on his hip. He only relaxed slightly when he realized where he was and who was near him.
"What's going on, beautiful?" Harper asked.
"The Captain wants you to report to the briefing room. Tyr is already on his way."
"Alright, just let me finish this before I go. Do me a favor, RomDoll. Tell Dylan I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Very well, Harper, but be quick."
After the AI disappeared Harper relaxed and tried to work out his tense muscles. He wasn't sure why he was so uncomfortable on the Andromeda, nor why he was on constant alert. He knew his friends wouldn't attack him, but he could seem to drop his guard again, since he returned from the planet. Rubbing a weary hand through his hair and down the back of his neck, Harper let out an exasperated sigh. [Damn, I never should have brought out this stuff from Earth. I didn't think about it for a reason.]
After replacing his tools in his tool belt and putting it around his waist, Harper slowly made his way out of the Machine Shop toward the briefing room. Taking a deep breath, he entered the room poised and breathing easily, only to be surprised by the presence of all the crew, with the exception of Rommie. As he walked towards the table all eyes were on him until he sat down in the only available seat next to Dylan.
"Normally I would speak to you and Tyr alone, but considering the rest of the crew was incapacitated during your rescue I thought you could tell us what happened all at once." Dylan said in explanation.
Harper looked at Tyr and raised an eyebrow in his direction, who simply looked at him calmly before beginning an account about what happened on the planet.
"An acquaintance of Harper's gave us reliable information about your whereabouts and we proceeded to go in undercover to the auction. We happened to come upon Charlemagne Bolivar upon our entrance and we were able to convince him to cause a distraction."
"How did you get him to agree?" Beka asked incredulously.
"Harper put a bomb on his ship and we simply informed him of it's existence." Tyr explained, ignoring Dylan's annoyed reaction simply continuing with the story. "You know the rest, we used shrillers to incapacitate the Nietzscheans and Malick cleared the way for our escape."
"Malick?" Trance asked.
"The friend of Harper's who got us into the auction. Altogether worth the inflation of price I would say." Tyr added looking at Harper as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. Harper snapped his gaze up to Tyr's looking the Nietzschean in the eye for the first time since he entered the room.
"Is that all, Mister Harper?"
"Ya, boss. Tyr got everything, except for expounding on my freaking genius. It was a thing of beauty. I tinkered with the bombs and shrillers and-"
Harper was interrupted by Dylan's laughter.
"It's good to be back, Harper. I am sure you can tell us all about your genius at a later time."
"Nobody appreciates me." Harper mumbled loud enough for the others to hear. "See if I ever save your asses again. Hmmph."
As the crew left the briefing room, Harper was still talking about his genius and how under appreciated his inventions are. Once the others left, Harper slumped back down in his chair and stopped making smart-ass comments. He let out a sigh of relief that they were not questioned further and rested his head on the table, not hearing Tyr as he reentered the room silently.
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.
The Debriefing
Harper was deeply immersed in a project in Machine Shop 3 when Andromeda materialized suddenly right behind him. This caused him to jump in surprise and reach for his dagger, which was strapped once again on his hip. He only relaxed slightly when he realized where he was and who was near him.
"What's going on, beautiful?" Harper asked.
"The Captain wants you to report to the briefing room. Tyr is already on his way."
"Alright, just let me finish this before I go. Do me a favor, RomDoll. Tell Dylan I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Very well, Harper, but be quick."
After the AI disappeared Harper relaxed and tried to work out his tense muscles. He wasn't sure why he was so uncomfortable on the Andromeda, nor why he was on constant alert. He knew his friends wouldn't attack him, but he could seem to drop his guard again, since he returned from the planet. Rubbing a weary hand through his hair and down the back of his neck, Harper let out an exasperated sigh. [Damn, I never should have brought out this stuff from Earth. I didn't think about it for a reason.]
After replacing his tools in his tool belt and putting it around his waist, Harper slowly made his way out of the Machine Shop toward the briefing room. Taking a deep breath, he entered the room poised and breathing easily, only to be surprised by the presence of all the crew, with the exception of Rommie. As he walked towards the table all eyes were on him until he sat down in the only available seat next to Dylan.
"Normally I would speak to you and Tyr alone, but considering the rest of the crew was incapacitated during your rescue I thought you could tell us what happened all at once." Dylan said in explanation.
Harper looked at Tyr and raised an eyebrow in his direction, who simply looked at him calmly before beginning an account about what happened on the planet.
"An acquaintance of Harper's gave us reliable information about your whereabouts and we proceeded to go in undercover to the auction. We happened to come upon Charlemagne Bolivar upon our entrance and we were able to convince him to cause a distraction."
"How did you get him to agree?" Beka asked incredulously.
"Harper put a bomb on his ship and we simply informed him of it's existence." Tyr explained, ignoring Dylan's annoyed reaction simply continuing with the story. "You know the rest, we used shrillers to incapacitate the Nietzscheans and Malick cleared the way for our escape."
"Malick?" Trance asked.
"The friend of Harper's who got us into the auction. Altogether worth the inflation of price I would say." Tyr added looking at Harper as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. Harper snapped his gaze up to Tyr's looking the Nietzschean in the eye for the first time since he entered the room.
"Is that all, Mister Harper?"
"Ya, boss. Tyr got everything, except for expounding on my freaking genius. It was a thing of beauty. I tinkered with the bombs and shrillers and-"
Harper was interrupted by Dylan's laughter.
"It's good to be back, Harper. I am sure you can tell us all about your genius at a later time."
"Nobody appreciates me." Harper mumbled loud enough for the others to hear. "See if I ever save your asses again. Hmmph."
As the crew left the briefing room, Harper was still talking about his genius and how under appreciated his inventions are. Once the others left, Harper slumped back down in his chair and stopped making smart-ass comments. He let out a sigh of relief that they were not questioned further and rested his head on the table, not hearing Tyr as he reentered the room silently.
