Chrysalis, part 6
Tyr sat at the desk, uncomfortable with his surroundings: when he had signed on with Dylan, he had never thought that he would end up wearing a High Guard uniform or having his own office. But, as head of security as well as the tactical officer, he needed a place to do the seemingly never- ending stream of paperwork that a crew as large as the Andromeda's created.
And now he had a real crime to solve: someone on the ship had tried to assassinate a member of the crew. And more than that, the victim was the captain's wife, and a friend of his. It made it very hard to be objective when your emotions got in the way. He was Nietzschean: his people didn't DO emotions, at lest not like this. The only thing keeping him from storming off was the fact that the room's other two occupants where even more uncomfortable than he was.
Trance and Harper sat in the two chairs facing Tyr's desk, and he could smell the fear coming off of them. Well, off of Harper at lest: from Trance he got, as ever, nothing. He leaned forwards, a huge smile playing on his lips, "Now, I have been able to account for the location and actions of all but three people at the time of the attack: Ambassador Spencer's head of security, Robert Masters, and the two of you." Harper smiled nervously, "You can't seriously think we had anything to do with it?"
Tyr looked straight through the young engineer, "I'm Nietzschean: I suspect EVERYONE." Harper seemed to shrink in his seat. Tyr's gaze moved across to Trance, "Are you going to tell me what that the two of you where up to in his quarters with privacy-mode engaged?" Trance smiled, "Privacy-mode means it'd private." Tyr raised an eyebrow, "And what could the two of you possibly be doing that you're not willing to tell me?"
Harper broke, "We where in bed together ok! We've been seeing each other for about two months now, but we wanted to keep it secret." Tyr leaned back in his chair, "Well I've known about the two of you since it first began: you can't fool a Nietzschean nose." Harper looked at him, "Then why put us through all this?" Tyr grinned, "Well, 1) it was fun, and 2) I can't be seen to play favourites: I had to investigate everyone, even Dylan, or the real culprit could get away."
Trance raised an eyebrow "You investigated Dylan to see if he might have tried to kill Rommie?" Tyr shrugged, "A surprisingly high number of murders are committed by the spouse or significant other of the deceased. And like I said: I'm Nietzschean, I suspect everyone." Harper relaxed, "So you think it's this Robert Masters?" Tyr nodded, "Yes, but I need proof. I want you to go over Andromeda's internal sensor logs with a fine-toothed comb: She didn't pick the attacker up, but they must have left a trail somewhere."
TBC
Tyr sat at the desk, uncomfortable with his surroundings: when he had signed on with Dylan, he had never thought that he would end up wearing a High Guard uniform or having his own office. But, as head of security as well as the tactical officer, he needed a place to do the seemingly never- ending stream of paperwork that a crew as large as the Andromeda's created.
And now he had a real crime to solve: someone on the ship had tried to assassinate a member of the crew. And more than that, the victim was the captain's wife, and a friend of his. It made it very hard to be objective when your emotions got in the way. He was Nietzschean: his people didn't DO emotions, at lest not like this. The only thing keeping him from storming off was the fact that the room's other two occupants where even more uncomfortable than he was.
Trance and Harper sat in the two chairs facing Tyr's desk, and he could smell the fear coming off of them. Well, off of Harper at lest: from Trance he got, as ever, nothing. He leaned forwards, a huge smile playing on his lips, "Now, I have been able to account for the location and actions of all but three people at the time of the attack: Ambassador Spencer's head of security, Robert Masters, and the two of you." Harper smiled nervously, "You can't seriously think we had anything to do with it?"
Tyr looked straight through the young engineer, "I'm Nietzschean: I suspect EVERYONE." Harper seemed to shrink in his seat. Tyr's gaze moved across to Trance, "Are you going to tell me what that the two of you where up to in his quarters with privacy-mode engaged?" Trance smiled, "Privacy-mode means it'd private." Tyr raised an eyebrow, "And what could the two of you possibly be doing that you're not willing to tell me?"
Harper broke, "We where in bed together ok! We've been seeing each other for about two months now, but we wanted to keep it secret." Tyr leaned back in his chair, "Well I've known about the two of you since it first began: you can't fool a Nietzschean nose." Harper looked at him, "Then why put us through all this?" Tyr grinned, "Well, 1) it was fun, and 2) I can't be seen to play favourites: I had to investigate everyone, even Dylan, or the real culprit could get away."
Trance raised an eyebrow "You investigated Dylan to see if he might have tried to kill Rommie?" Tyr shrugged, "A surprisingly high number of murders are committed by the spouse or significant other of the deceased. And like I said: I'm Nietzschean, I suspect everyone." Harper relaxed, "So you think it's this Robert Masters?" Tyr nodded, "Yes, but I need proof. I want you to go over Andromeda's internal sensor logs with a fine-toothed comb: She didn't pick the attacker up, but they must have left a trail somewhere."
TBC