All Bets Are Off - Chapter 3
Tyr entered the gym to see Beka in a state similar to the one he had found her in months
ago when Profit had been aboard. Watching her he admired the grace of her movements as she moved through the hand to hand combat patterns that he had taught her. As he stood watching her his mind started contemplating what could have induced a moos such as this.
As her movements began to lose their grace and show signs of exhaustion he stepped forward, catching her attention and breaking her concentration. As she stood panting, Tyr took in the grey cast of her skin due to exhaustion and the dead look in her eyes caused by some emotional turmoil. All at once Tyr understood what Beka had been trying to do and even had a thought as to why, and if her condition was because of the inferior human male Abel Ladrone then the male would pay the price.
He continued to watch as Beka went through one exercise pattern after another until she had no choice by to stop, so that she didn't pass out. As Beka's motions slowed to a stop Tyr made his way to her side with a towel and a water bottle. Handing them to her he backed off a step or two, but stayed close enough to catch her should she collapse. He stayed close as she made her way to a bench and sat, her head resting on her knees.
Squatting down beside her Tyr was unsure of what to do. If this was because of Ladrone he didn't think she would appreciate him butting into it. But he had to ask if only for the satisfaction of being able to kill Ladrone for hurting her.
"Beka...?"
"What?!"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, everything is just peachy."
"Obviously. A difference between those of superior intelligence and those of inferior intelligence, is that those of superior intelligence know when to talk about their problems with a friend if only so that, that friend knows who needs to be eliminated from the Universal gene pool."
"So we're friends? I thought a superior Neitzchean specimen like yourself would think humans were below you and unsuitable for such a tittle."
"If you are going to lash out at someone why don't you lash out at the man responsible. If it is our dear Caption Hunt I would be willing to disrupt his night and drag him here for you. After all I would find watching you put our dear Captain in his place quite amusing."
"It isn't Dylan, if it was he would not be enjoying his evening. It's personal Tyr."
"Ah so it is that inferior male Ladrone that has induced this mood. I can find him and kill him if you would like."
"Why would you do that for me?"
"Because Abel Ladrone is not worth the dirt you walk upon. If he couldn't see your worth he didn't deserve you."
"What man ever deserves the woman they're with?"
Before he would respond she was up and passing through the doors to the corridor beyond, leaving him staring at empty space. Deep in thought Tyr left the gym, thoughts of killing Ladrone dancing through his head.
Tyr entered the gym to see Beka in a state similar to the one he had found her in months
ago when Profit had been aboard. Watching her he admired the grace of her movements as she moved through the hand to hand combat patterns that he had taught her. As he stood watching her his mind started contemplating what could have induced a moos such as this.
As her movements began to lose their grace and show signs of exhaustion he stepped forward, catching her attention and breaking her concentration. As she stood panting, Tyr took in the grey cast of her skin due to exhaustion and the dead look in her eyes caused by some emotional turmoil. All at once Tyr understood what Beka had been trying to do and even had a thought as to why, and if her condition was because of the inferior human male Abel Ladrone then the male would pay the price.
He continued to watch as Beka went through one exercise pattern after another until she had no choice by to stop, so that she didn't pass out. As Beka's motions slowed to a stop Tyr made his way to her side with a towel and a water bottle. Handing them to her he backed off a step or two, but stayed close enough to catch her should she collapse. He stayed close as she made her way to a bench and sat, her head resting on her knees.
Squatting down beside her Tyr was unsure of what to do. If this was because of Ladrone he didn't think she would appreciate him butting into it. But he had to ask if only for the satisfaction of being able to kill Ladrone for hurting her.
"Beka...?"
"What?!"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, everything is just peachy."
"Obviously. A difference between those of superior intelligence and those of inferior intelligence, is that those of superior intelligence know when to talk about their problems with a friend if only so that, that friend knows who needs to be eliminated from the Universal gene pool."
"So we're friends? I thought a superior Neitzchean specimen like yourself would think humans were below you and unsuitable for such a tittle."
"If you are going to lash out at someone why don't you lash out at the man responsible. If it is our dear Caption Hunt I would be willing to disrupt his night and drag him here for you. After all I would find watching you put our dear Captain in his place quite amusing."
"It isn't Dylan, if it was he would not be enjoying his evening. It's personal Tyr."
"Ah so it is that inferior male Ladrone that has induced this mood. I can find him and kill him if you would like."
"Why would you do that for me?"
"Because Abel Ladrone is not worth the dirt you walk upon. If he couldn't see your worth he didn't deserve you."
"What man ever deserves the woman they're with?"
Before he would respond she was up and passing through the doors to the corridor beyond, leaving him staring at empty space. Deep in thought Tyr left the gym, thoughts of killing Ladrone dancing through his head.
