Disclaimer: If I owned Andromeda I tell you what I'd do I write all the
stories to be as confusing as they could be just to annoy all of you. ^.^
Author's Notes (AN): I know everyone says that they want longer chapters from me, on this story and my other WIP, but I just can't do it. I'll set out to do it and then when I finish the chapter they're always the same length. It's quite annoying. So, sorry, to those of you that wanted longer chapters, I'll try, but can't promise you anything. This is before all the Tyr and Beka getting sucked into the worm hole thingy so Tyr still has his bone blades. Can someone please tell me how exactly he lost them to begin with? *sigh*
IMPORTANT NOTE: The different points of view will overlap time wise. What happens between Tyr and Trance will be explained next chapter.
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"I must find a truth that is true for me . . . the idea for which I can live or die."
-The 19th-century Danish philosopher Søren Kierkegaard
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That next part: The way you laugh, have you got a name for it?
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**Harper stood still listening to the beating of the Magog. They snarled and hissed. Harper looked around for a means of escape. He ran down the short steps to the other end of the slip drive room and kneeled next to the wall. He carefully unscrewed the tiny screws on the panel there, trying to remain as quiet as possible in case they could hear him above their own growls and banging. His hand slipped when a particularly loud scream could be hears through the door and a small cut spilled a drop of blood onto the floor beneath the panel. Harper failed to notice it. He pulled himself up and into the small cramped passage and then placed the panel back on from the inside using the micro welder. He put the small screws in one of his many pockets and his welder in his mouth lengthwise and began to crawl through the narrow passage as silent as a mouse.**
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**The door in the slip drive room began to be peeled back by the Magog. The metal bending like a piece of paper under their incredible strength. The first one burst through the door and screamed when not seeing anything there. Others soon came in behind him and swarmed around the room. They tore apart the console in the center of the bridge. They crossed the bridge and opened the other door for the rest of them on the other side of that one. **
**One of them bends down in front of the panel, his clawed hand just out of sight. He brings it level with his face and tilts his head back and forth before growling to the leader. He shows his claw to the leader. It has Harper's blood on it. The leader screams and pulls at the panel on the wall. **
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**Harper crawled as fast as he could when he got into the crawl space behind the panel. He stopped in fear when he heard the screaming behind him. He stood paralyzed for only a few second before hurrying through the space even faster than before. **
**He came to the panel that opened to the conference room. He would have to jump about ten feet to the ground, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that Tyr was there and he was with the Magog. They weren't fighting, they were talking. Tyr spoke to one who then turned and walked out the doors where a large group stood waiting. They followed this other Magog leader. He watched as another came in and started talking to Tyr. Tyr turned away from this Magog and looked up at the ventilation shaft, the one he was hiding in. Harper put his hand over his mouth and held his breathe. He backed up a few feet so that Tyr's superior sight couldn't see the shadow he cast. Tyr walked up to just underneath the panel. The Magog said something behind him and Tyr still looked up at the panel. The Magog spoke again in their disgusting language. Tyr turned to look at him and told him something. They bothe turned and walked out the doors. Harper let his breath out and gulped in a deep breath. He carefully undid the panel and silently placed it inside the shaft before sliding down the wall. He was facing the wall and hold onto the shaft with his finger tips. He released the shaft and dropped to the floor quietly. He ran over to the console near the door and quickly pressed several buttons. **
"Conference Room A has been secured and locked. Authorization: Seamus Harper, acting Chief Engineer."
"Yes!" He quickly went back to beating on the console.
"Harper, I believe Tyr has been compromised."
"Don't I know it Rom-doll! Do you have any bots still up?"
Andromeda tilted her head slightly. "The ten you were upgrading are still in Hangar-Bay 7. Would you like me to re-activate them?"
"Where's Beka and Dylan?"
"Beka and Dylan are on the Command deck."
"Send your bots there. I'm gonna' try to get your internal defenses back up."
The hologram blinked out. Harper sighed. "Always has to be Magog. Can't be an army of Mugwamps or something. Nope, always Magog. And now Tyr's gone postal. Great. Maybe they like Scrabble, what do you think?"
"I doubt the Magog like to play Scrabble Harper." Andromeda's voice echoed in the almost empty room.
"Hey! You never know until you ask." He went back to the console. "So let's ask."
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**The group of Magog and Tyr were walking through the corridors to command when the internal defenses were suddenly activated. Tyr targeted one of the many mini gauss weapons attached to the ceiling of the corridor and fired. He climbed halfway up the ladder and stayed in between decks so that the weapons couldn't target him. He watched the twenty or so Magog he'd been with fall to the attack. **
"Useless."
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"Harper what are you doing?"
Harper looked up from the virtual board of Scrabble in front of him. "Well what am I suppose to do? Everything works, it's up to Dylan or Beka or someone to use it not me. I thought I'd just sit here and waste my time until then."
He went back to his game. Andromeda glared at him and suddenly shoved him out of her system.
"OW! Ow ow ow ow!" Harper yanked the cable lead out of his port and jumped up. "Hey! You know some people would call that rude."
"You have a weapon. Go to Command and help."
"No."
Andromeda looked a little shocked. She raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Look, I'd do just about anything to protect them, 'just about' anything, but not this." He shook his head, "There's nothing you could ever say to make me go out there with those.things. I can't and I won't do it Rommie. Get someone else."
"There is no one else Harper. My avatar is off line. Dylan and Beka are unconscious. I don't know where Trance is. They need your help Harper."
Harper just shook his head again. Andromeda looked away towards the large viewscreen. She suddenly had an idea. "Show me."
"What?"
"Show me why you fear them."
Harper just looked at her like she was crazy. "How?"
"Go inside the VR matrix and find the reality program. Rewrite it with your memories."
"The reality program? That makes the matrix look like it does? You sure you want me to re-write that? It'll be really hard to change it back afterwards."
"Show me."
Harper's face suddenly turned solemn. He nodded slowly. "Okay. Just remember you asked me to."
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Epigram:
Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet
-Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
Author's Notes (AN): I know everyone says that they want longer chapters from me, on this story and my other WIP, but I just can't do it. I'll set out to do it and then when I finish the chapter they're always the same length. It's quite annoying. So, sorry, to those of you that wanted longer chapters, I'll try, but can't promise you anything. This is before all the Tyr and Beka getting sucked into the worm hole thingy so Tyr still has his bone blades. Can someone please tell me how exactly he lost them to begin with? *sigh*
IMPORTANT NOTE: The different points of view will overlap time wise. What happens between Tyr and Trance will be explained next chapter.
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"I must find a truth that is true for me . . . the idea for which I can live or die."
-The 19th-century Danish philosopher Søren Kierkegaard
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
That next part: The way you laugh, have you got a name for it?
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
**Harper stood still listening to the beating of the Magog. They snarled and hissed. Harper looked around for a means of escape. He ran down the short steps to the other end of the slip drive room and kneeled next to the wall. He carefully unscrewed the tiny screws on the panel there, trying to remain as quiet as possible in case they could hear him above their own growls and banging. His hand slipped when a particularly loud scream could be hears through the door and a small cut spilled a drop of blood onto the floor beneath the panel. Harper failed to notice it. He pulled himself up and into the small cramped passage and then placed the panel back on from the inside using the micro welder. He put the small screws in one of his many pockets and his welder in his mouth lengthwise and began to crawl through the narrow passage as silent as a mouse.**
*******
**The door in the slip drive room began to be peeled back by the Magog. The metal bending like a piece of paper under their incredible strength. The first one burst through the door and screamed when not seeing anything there. Others soon came in behind him and swarmed around the room. They tore apart the console in the center of the bridge. They crossed the bridge and opened the other door for the rest of them on the other side of that one. **
**One of them bends down in front of the panel, his clawed hand just out of sight. He brings it level with his face and tilts his head back and forth before growling to the leader. He shows his claw to the leader. It has Harper's blood on it. The leader screams and pulls at the panel on the wall. **
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**Harper crawled as fast as he could when he got into the crawl space behind the panel. He stopped in fear when he heard the screaming behind him. He stood paralyzed for only a few second before hurrying through the space even faster than before. **
**He came to the panel that opened to the conference room. He would have to jump about ten feet to the ground, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that Tyr was there and he was with the Magog. They weren't fighting, they were talking. Tyr spoke to one who then turned and walked out the doors where a large group stood waiting. They followed this other Magog leader. He watched as another came in and started talking to Tyr. Tyr turned away from this Magog and looked up at the ventilation shaft, the one he was hiding in. Harper put his hand over his mouth and held his breathe. He backed up a few feet so that Tyr's superior sight couldn't see the shadow he cast. Tyr walked up to just underneath the panel. The Magog said something behind him and Tyr still looked up at the panel. The Magog spoke again in their disgusting language. Tyr turned to look at him and told him something. They bothe turned and walked out the doors. Harper let his breath out and gulped in a deep breath. He carefully undid the panel and silently placed it inside the shaft before sliding down the wall. He was facing the wall and hold onto the shaft with his finger tips. He released the shaft and dropped to the floor quietly. He ran over to the console near the door and quickly pressed several buttons. **
"Conference Room A has been secured and locked. Authorization: Seamus Harper, acting Chief Engineer."
"Yes!" He quickly went back to beating on the console.
"Harper, I believe Tyr has been compromised."
"Don't I know it Rom-doll! Do you have any bots still up?"
Andromeda tilted her head slightly. "The ten you were upgrading are still in Hangar-Bay 7. Would you like me to re-activate them?"
"Where's Beka and Dylan?"
"Beka and Dylan are on the Command deck."
"Send your bots there. I'm gonna' try to get your internal defenses back up."
The hologram blinked out. Harper sighed. "Always has to be Magog. Can't be an army of Mugwamps or something. Nope, always Magog. And now Tyr's gone postal. Great. Maybe they like Scrabble, what do you think?"
"I doubt the Magog like to play Scrabble Harper." Andromeda's voice echoed in the almost empty room.
"Hey! You never know until you ask." He went back to the console. "So let's ask."
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**The group of Magog and Tyr were walking through the corridors to command when the internal defenses were suddenly activated. Tyr targeted one of the many mini gauss weapons attached to the ceiling of the corridor and fired. He climbed halfway up the ladder and stayed in between decks so that the weapons couldn't target him. He watched the twenty or so Magog he'd been with fall to the attack. **
"Useless."
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"Harper what are you doing?"
Harper looked up from the virtual board of Scrabble in front of him. "Well what am I suppose to do? Everything works, it's up to Dylan or Beka or someone to use it not me. I thought I'd just sit here and waste my time until then."
He went back to his game. Andromeda glared at him and suddenly shoved him out of her system.
"OW! Ow ow ow ow!" Harper yanked the cable lead out of his port and jumped up. "Hey! You know some people would call that rude."
"You have a weapon. Go to Command and help."
"No."
Andromeda looked a little shocked. She raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Look, I'd do just about anything to protect them, 'just about' anything, but not this." He shook his head, "There's nothing you could ever say to make me go out there with those.things. I can't and I won't do it Rommie. Get someone else."
"There is no one else Harper. My avatar is off line. Dylan and Beka are unconscious. I don't know where Trance is. They need your help Harper."
Harper just shook his head again. Andromeda looked away towards the large viewscreen. She suddenly had an idea. "Show me."
"What?"
"Show me why you fear them."
Harper just looked at her like she was crazy. "How?"
"Go inside the VR matrix and find the reality program. Rewrite it with your memories."
"The reality program? That makes the matrix look like it does? You sure you want me to re-write that? It'll be really hard to change it back afterwards."
"Show me."
Harper's face suddenly turned solemn. He nodded slowly. "Okay. Just remember you asked me to."
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Epigram:
Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet
-Coleridge, Samuel Taylor