Past Reflections 17/?
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.
Into the Lion's Den
As Harper quickly gathered his tools from the floor of the Machine Shop he couldn't help but feeling edgy when thinking about what he was about to do. Whether Dylan Hunt thought it was necessary or not, the pragmatist in Harper was screaming to be heard. The precautions were simply and relatively straightforward, at least for him, but they were also quite effective in accomplishing Harper's objectives. God he was even starting to think like Tyr. The last of his tools were gathered in his tool belt in moments and Harper left the machine shop and headed to his quarters. On his way there he bumped headlong into someone while turning a corner. Before he could sprawl backwards on the floor however, he was caught in a strong grip by a pair of muscular chocolate-colored arms, complete with bone spurs.
"Hey Big Guy, fancy bumping into you." Harper said as Tyr set him upright on his feet.
"The Cargo bay is in the opposite direction, Little Man." Try responded matter-of-factly. "So, where precisely were you headed to in such a rush?"
"I wasn't rushing, just figured I would stop by my quarters first is all. Is that alright with you?' Harper responded defensively.
"Go where ever you choose Harper." Tyr answered. "I just didn't wish to wait for you if you were going to be long."
"Wait for me?" Harper asked.
"I will be accompanying you on Bolivar's ship."
"Dylan didn't need someone to check up on me." Harper grumbled angrily. "I said I'd fix Bolivar's damn ship and I will. Even if it is one of the most uninformed and stupid decisions he's ever made."
"Captain Hunt did not order me to accompany you." Tyr interrupted when it became obvious that the engineer had no plans of stopping on his own.
"Oh?"
"Yes. Now if you would like to gather weapons in your quarters I suggest we be on our way." Tyr suggested.
"Hey, How'd you know what I was doing and why are you coming with me?" Harper asked curiously as he made his way to the crew deck.
"It would only be logical to come prepared when entering enemy territory." Tyr explained. "I would expect such tactics from you at present. Besides, I could very well leave you to fend for yourself. If you were killed on board their vessel who would fix the ship?"
"You know Big Guy, one of these days that excuse is going to become repetitive." Harper commented humorously. "And then what will you do when you are worried about us inferior species?"
"I am sure I will deal somehow." Tyr answered dryly.
The two crewmembers met up with the Archduke in the Docking Bay once Harper had gathered the necessary weaponry. Basically that included his spare dagger and his Nan welder, as well as two shrillers. The Nan welder was mostly included as a discreet weapon in case of an emergency. It made for a less obvious choice rather that a blaster strapped to Harper's hip. Tyr wasn't carrying any noticeable weapons, but Harper doubted he would go anywhere without a means to defend himself if necessary.
They made their way to the docking ring and were soon inside the hovering ship. Without waiting for Charlemagne to speak Harper walked past him striding toward the doors of the Agamemnon waiting for the others to follow his lead.
"Well, lets go. I have better things to do than cater to you." Harper all but growled at Bolivar as they entered his ship, looking annoyed rather than scared.
"Look kludge, I am not your Kodiak. I will not tolerate your disrespect."
"I will be perfectly content to return to my ship, Uber." Harper growled, only to be interrupted by Tyr clearing his throat forcefully.
"If we are quite through children, I believe we are here for a reason." Tyr reminded them.
"Quite." Bolivar said with as much dignity as he could gather. "Right this way."
The Archduke led them through the cargo bay out into the corridor where Jaguars wielding gauss guns pointed in their direction promptly surrounded them.
"I told you this was a terrible idea, Big Guy." Harper swore under his breath as he stepped closer to Tyr, staring down the barrel of a gun pointed at his head. "And you wonder why I hate Ubers!"
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.
Into the Lion's Den
As Harper quickly gathered his tools from the floor of the Machine Shop he couldn't help but feeling edgy when thinking about what he was about to do. Whether Dylan Hunt thought it was necessary or not, the pragmatist in Harper was screaming to be heard. The precautions were simply and relatively straightforward, at least for him, but they were also quite effective in accomplishing Harper's objectives. God he was even starting to think like Tyr. The last of his tools were gathered in his tool belt in moments and Harper left the machine shop and headed to his quarters. On his way there he bumped headlong into someone while turning a corner. Before he could sprawl backwards on the floor however, he was caught in a strong grip by a pair of muscular chocolate-colored arms, complete with bone spurs.
"Hey Big Guy, fancy bumping into you." Harper said as Tyr set him upright on his feet.
"The Cargo bay is in the opposite direction, Little Man." Try responded matter-of-factly. "So, where precisely were you headed to in such a rush?"
"I wasn't rushing, just figured I would stop by my quarters first is all. Is that alright with you?' Harper responded defensively.
"Go where ever you choose Harper." Tyr answered. "I just didn't wish to wait for you if you were going to be long."
"Wait for me?" Harper asked.
"I will be accompanying you on Bolivar's ship."
"Dylan didn't need someone to check up on me." Harper grumbled angrily. "I said I'd fix Bolivar's damn ship and I will. Even if it is one of the most uninformed and stupid decisions he's ever made."
"Captain Hunt did not order me to accompany you." Tyr interrupted when it became obvious that the engineer had no plans of stopping on his own.
"Oh?"
"Yes. Now if you would like to gather weapons in your quarters I suggest we be on our way." Tyr suggested.
"Hey, How'd you know what I was doing and why are you coming with me?" Harper asked curiously as he made his way to the crew deck.
"It would only be logical to come prepared when entering enemy territory." Tyr explained. "I would expect such tactics from you at present. Besides, I could very well leave you to fend for yourself. If you were killed on board their vessel who would fix the ship?"
"You know Big Guy, one of these days that excuse is going to become repetitive." Harper commented humorously. "And then what will you do when you are worried about us inferior species?"
"I am sure I will deal somehow." Tyr answered dryly.
The two crewmembers met up with the Archduke in the Docking Bay once Harper had gathered the necessary weaponry. Basically that included his spare dagger and his Nan welder, as well as two shrillers. The Nan welder was mostly included as a discreet weapon in case of an emergency. It made for a less obvious choice rather that a blaster strapped to Harper's hip. Tyr wasn't carrying any noticeable weapons, but Harper doubted he would go anywhere without a means to defend himself if necessary.
They made their way to the docking ring and were soon inside the hovering ship. Without waiting for Charlemagne to speak Harper walked past him striding toward the doors of the Agamemnon waiting for the others to follow his lead.
"Well, lets go. I have better things to do than cater to you." Harper all but growled at Bolivar as they entered his ship, looking annoyed rather than scared.
"Look kludge, I am not your Kodiak. I will not tolerate your disrespect."
"I will be perfectly content to return to my ship, Uber." Harper growled, only to be interrupted by Tyr clearing his throat forcefully.
"If we are quite through children, I believe we are here for a reason." Tyr reminded them.
"Quite." Bolivar said with as much dignity as he could gather. "Right this way."
The Archduke led them through the cargo bay out into the corridor where Jaguars wielding gauss guns pointed in their direction promptly surrounded them.
"I told you this was a terrible idea, Big Guy." Harper swore under his breath as he stepped closer to Tyr, staring down the barrel of a gun pointed at his head. "And you wonder why I hate Ubers!"
