Hey yall, thanks for the reviews, as you know the more reviews I get the
fast I post chapters. And no one has gotten back to me on someone dying.
But yeah so the next chapter is probably one of those important ones.
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Harper was stuck in the system, literally stuck. All of Andromeda's defense systems had gone AWOL, and now the life support was doing the same thing. Obviously it was Tyr, but still it was a virus that kept changing, and it had now changed enough to close Harper's exit. Great, it wasn't like he, the master genius of the universe, couldn't handle that. Hell no one would mind being in the most beautiful machine in the universe. But the being stuck part did make him a little edgy.
He was fine though as long as no one tried to pull him out of the system. And he doubted that anyone would. It just really pissed him off that his most beautiful creation was locking him out of all areas, and he didn't even forget their anniversary.
"Ah, come on Rommie! What did I do to you?" He wined so that Andromeda could hear, even if she was paralyzed. Oh well all he could do was create an area where the virus couldn't get in and wait for someone to help, or at least for the fighting to stop. But the security cameras were still functioning, what luck there. So Harper basically had a view of the whole show, just dandy.
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Dylan and Beka had split up. Beka had taken the docks with a team of lancers to help guard the safe areas and the Maru. There were too many defenseless crew members and guests in the safe areas to leave them without at least a small guard detail. But in truth Beka was more worried about her baby.
It was very heart wrenching for Beka when they reached Docking Station C, which held the Maru and the Dovolo, and now the Kodiak Flag Ship, that the doors were sealed. Andromeda had sealed all of the doors, and it had been Beka's idea, but still, it had cut her off from her baby. Not to mention that Tyr was in there, with 2 people who she didn't even know and 100 common wealth soldiers. Beka didn't like it; Nietzscheans always had a way of double crossing her. Beka for one was not in the mood to be screwed over.
The Kodiak forces in her area had been pathetic at best. Nietzscheans were supposed to be strong and scary. At best there had been 30 troops, and of those 30 maybe 2 had adequate combat skills, pathetic. Tyr had to be planning something, and leaning against the Docking station door, that wasn't soundproof, Beka couldn't hear a sound. There should be force lance fire, hand to hand combat, hell even someone sounding orders. Yet, there was nothing.
Beka dismissed her team and ordered them to take defensive positions on the ship, leaving her alone at the door. Well, she hadn't learned nothing from smuggling all of those years. Things were quite, and not at all comfortable. Dylan would understand why she had broken a door, it was a potential emergency, plus she just really didn't trust that Anjel bitch. ************************************
Dylan was a busy boy. Well actually he was busy supervising. They were pinned down just outside of the medical bay, which was one of the safe areas, and more importantly held Trance and little Alex. There was a potential for the Collision of Nietzscheans to join with the Common Wealth, and Dylan was always looking for new signatories. The Enemy of my enemy is my friend; it was how the Nietzscheans played. It was also the fact that they were protecting a child, no matter how important he may be, he was still a child. Dylan knew that Tyr would do anything to insure his rulership of the Nietzschean race, even kill a defenseless child.
He had split his team with Beka and a Master Sergeant, leaving him with a little under 20 men. 5 of those men had already been killed or critically wounded, and now Andromeda's defense system had turned on him. What the hell was wrong with his damn ship? While a lancer, who had originally been a technician, tried to manually disable the defense system with a console, Dylan and the rest were not only fighting a good 50 Nietzscheans, but Andromeda as well. This was defiantly the longest day.
"How are we coming with that console, Corporal?" Dylan asked as he risked a glance behind him. They had taken out a good 50% of the Nietzschean force, but they just kept coming, where was Tyr getting all of this man power?
The corporal was obviously nervous, but hey who wouldn't be? "Um, sir, almost there, I think sir."
Dylan wanted to laugh, but he knew he didn't have the luxury. Instead he created cover fire for a sergeant with a death wish. The man charged the nietzschean forces, well made the appearance to anyway, yet he turned into a malfunctioning door jam. Raising the power on his force lance, the sergeant smashed his weapon into the door as it was opening. Dylan finally understood what he was doing, blowing off the door. But why? Captain Hunt did not have time to contemplate further, there were still almost 30 nietzscheans in front of them, most of the lancers were wounded or had lost a charge in their weapons, and besides only a store room was beyond the door. Oh wait, a store room with weapons reserves. Dylan made a mental note to promote the sergeant after this was all over.
Sparks flew behind Dylan and the lights temporarily shut off. Time to move. The corporal had done his job, now it was Captain Hunt's turn. It was completely dark except for the bursts of light from both sides' weapons. Dylan made a mad dash for the door, which was now lying on its side, creating a barrier between Common Wealth and Nietzschean. Most of his men did the same, all except for the corporal, who was too busy trying to fix what he had caused. Damn it, there was always one straggler.
One good thing about Nietzscheans; they always made a clean kill. The corporal was dead before he realized he had been shot. Yet another casualty. Great, just great, Dylan now had a little under 8 men who were capable of combat, and they were dropping like flies. Surrender, even though not an option was becoming more and more a reality.
"Captain, my defense systems are back online." Rommie appeared behind Dylan in her holographic form, but none the less it was Rommie.
Dylan smiled, "Well if you wouldn't mind using them." salivation, the Divine really did like him after all.
The lights flickered on and Andromeda's internal defenses kicked in, anything that wasn't Common Wealth was instantly sighted and killed. It was clean and methodical, just like a machine was expecting. Maybe it was best that Rommie wasn't so emotional.
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Tyr stepped out of the Flag ship in all of his glory. He was after all the prestidigitator, descendent directly from Drago Mustavi, and that demanded respect. He looked around at the mess, the blood and the grey matter sprayed around the entire area, including the Maru. Maybe Beka would have fun cleaning that up; maybe she would allow one of his servants to do so. He glanced down at his fallen soldiers, most of them had been more loyal to Anjel than he, and he had predicted that her human emotions would over run her natural survival instinct. He had guessed wrong. Oh well, he could always get more.
The ramp to the Dovolo opened, revealing a stoned faced Anjel as well as her mate. A number of nietzscheans followed, by their markings it was obvious that this rag tag bunch was from all reaches of the 3 galaxies. In fact there wasn't a single person in the room that was not Nietzschean.
Tyr smiled as the female approached; she was after all the Alpha female of the Kodiak pride. "I see you are still lugging around in the Dovolo." he observed smugly.
Anjel retorted right back, "Well, I like it a hell of a lot more than I liked its previous owner. Ya know, I never really did like your first female, she was always throwing her weight around, and it got kind of boring. And the killing thing, please." Anjel smiled, by nietzschean universal law the Dovolo was hers, especially because she had killed the former Kodiak alpha female in defense of herself.
"It is good to finally see you once again," he stepped closer and gently touched her cheek. "You know I have always loved you as I would a daughter. But I cannot forgive your transgressions against me and the greater good. Would you really harm the only father you have ever had, Anjelicia?"
Anjel met his gaze but did not back away. "I stopped being anything to you the day you discovered my genetic quality. I stopped being your "daughter" when you sent your First Mate to kill me, and killed your unborn grandchild instead. I have nothing but hatred for you Tyr."
Tyr lost the battle of wills, and strategically stepped away from Anjel. It had been true that he had ordered her eradication, but it was only to strengthen the pride. He had no idea that she was pregnant at the time. She was a good soldier, but her genetics were just not choice. It was just practical.
Anjel stepped forward pushing into him, it was not a comfortable closeness, not the father daughter bond they had had before, now it was serious, dangerous.
"Lord Kodiak, I challenge you on the Plains" Sure it was cheesy, but it was the only way to officially challenge another Nietzschean in hand to hand combat. The address let every other soul know that there would be one fight between commanders to end it all. Maybe someone should start taking bets.
Tyr smiled "I Accept, on the grounds of the Child. This should be at least entertaining." He had taught Anjel himself, and besides, he didn't really want to kill her, especially if there was a chance she could be with child again. But the promise of receiving Drago Alexander was too good to pass up.
Tyr and Anjel both removed all protective Armor and gave it to their second in ceremony. The floor was wet with blood, but being Nietzscheans they were immune to all blood carried viruses. They birth stepped into stance and smiled.
"You should have killed me yourself." Anjel smiled with a certain smugness. Hell the betting pool had started, and surprisingly Anjel was favored, wow.
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Harper was stuck in the system, literally stuck. All of Andromeda's defense systems had gone AWOL, and now the life support was doing the same thing. Obviously it was Tyr, but still it was a virus that kept changing, and it had now changed enough to close Harper's exit. Great, it wasn't like he, the master genius of the universe, couldn't handle that. Hell no one would mind being in the most beautiful machine in the universe. But the being stuck part did make him a little edgy.
He was fine though as long as no one tried to pull him out of the system. And he doubted that anyone would. It just really pissed him off that his most beautiful creation was locking him out of all areas, and he didn't even forget their anniversary.
"Ah, come on Rommie! What did I do to you?" He wined so that Andromeda could hear, even if she was paralyzed. Oh well all he could do was create an area where the virus couldn't get in and wait for someone to help, or at least for the fighting to stop. But the security cameras were still functioning, what luck there. So Harper basically had a view of the whole show, just dandy.
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Dylan and Beka had split up. Beka had taken the docks with a team of lancers to help guard the safe areas and the Maru. There were too many defenseless crew members and guests in the safe areas to leave them without at least a small guard detail. But in truth Beka was more worried about her baby.
It was very heart wrenching for Beka when they reached Docking Station C, which held the Maru and the Dovolo, and now the Kodiak Flag Ship, that the doors were sealed. Andromeda had sealed all of the doors, and it had been Beka's idea, but still, it had cut her off from her baby. Not to mention that Tyr was in there, with 2 people who she didn't even know and 100 common wealth soldiers. Beka didn't like it; Nietzscheans always had a way of double crossing her. Beka for one was not in the mood to be screwed over.
The Kodiak forces in her area had been pathetic at best. Nietzscheans were supposed to be strong and scary. At best there had been 30 troops, and of those 30 maybe 2 had adequate combat skills, pathetic. Tyr had to be planning something, and leaning against the Docking station door, that wasn't soundproof, Beka couldn't hear a sound. There should be force lance fire, hand to hand combat, hell even someone sounding orders. Yet, there was nothing.
Beka dismissed her team and ordered them to take defensive positions on the ship, leaving her alone at the door. Well, she hadn't learned nothing from smuggling all of those years. Things were quite, and not at all comfortable. Dylan would understand why she had broken a door, it was a potential emergency, plus she just really didn't trust that Anjel bitch. ************************************
Dylan was a busy boy. Well actually he was busy supervising. They were pinned down just outside of the medical bay, which was one of the safe areas, and more importantly held Trance and little Alex. There was a potential for the Collision of Nietzscheans to join with the Common Wealth, and Dylan was always looking for new signatories. The Enemy of my enemy is my friend; it was how the Nietzscheans played. It was also the fact that they were protecting a child, no matter how important he may be, he was still a child. Dylan knew that Tyr would do anything to insure his rulership of the Nietzschean race, even kill a defenseless child.
He had split his team with Beka and a Master Sergeant, leaving him with a little under 20 men. 5 of those men had already been killed or critically wounded, and now Andromeda's defense system had turned on him. What the hell was wrong with his damn ship? While a lancer, who had originally been a technician, tried to manually disable the defense system with a console, Dylan and the rest were not only fighting a good 50 Nietzscheans, but Andromeda as well. This was defiantly the longest day.
"How are we coming with that console, Corporal?" Dylan asked as he risked a glance behind him. They had taken out a good 50% of the Nietzschean force, but they just kept coming, where was Tyr getting all of this man power?
The corporal was obviously nervous, but hey who wouldn't be? "Um, sir, almost there, I think sir."
Dylan wanted to laugh, but he knew he didn't have the luxury. Instead he created cover fire for a sergeant with a death wish. The man charged the nietzschean forces, well made the appearance to anyway, yet he turned into a malfunctioning door jam. Raising the power on his force lance, the sergeant smashed his weapon into the door as it was opening. Dylan finally understood what he was doing, blowing off the door. But why? Captain Hunt did not have time to contemplate further, there were still almost 30 nietzscheans in front of them, most of the lancers were wounded or had lost a charge in their weapons, and besides only a store room was beyond the door. Oh wait, a store room with weapons reserves. Dylan made a mental note to promote the sergeant after this was all over.
Sparks flew behind Dylan and the lights temporarily shut off. Time to move. The corporal had done his job, now it was Captain Hunt's turn. It was completely dark except for the bursts of light from both sides' weapons. Dylan made a mad dash for the door, which was now lying on its side, creating a barrier between Common Wealth and Nietzschean. Most of his men did the same, all except for the corporal, who was too busy trying to fix what he had caused. Damn it, there was always one straggler.
One good thing about Nietzscheans; they always made a clean kill. The corporal was dead before he realized he had been shot. Yet another casualty. Great, just great, Dylan now had a little under 8 men who were capable of combat, and they were dropping like flies. Surrender, even though not an option was becoming more and more a reality.
"Captain, my defense systems are back online." Rommie appeared behind Dylan in her holographic form, but none the less it was Rommie.
Dylan smiled, "Well if you wouldn't mind using them." salivation, the Divine really did like him after all.
The lights flickered on and Andromeda's internal defenses kicked in, anything that wasn't Common Wealth was instantly sighted and killed. It was clean and methodical, just like a machine was expecting. Maybe it was best that Rommie wasn't so emotional.
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Tyr stepped out of the Flag ship in all of his glory. He was after all the prestidigitator, descendent directly from Drago Mustavi, and that demanded respect. He looked around at the mess, the blood and the grey matter sprayed around the entire area, including the Maru. Maybe Beka would have fun cleaning that up; maybe she would allow one of his servants to do so. He glanced down at his fallen soldiers, most of them had been more loyal to Anjel than he, and he had predicted that her human emotions would over run her natural survival instinct. He had guessed wrong. Oh well, he could always get more.
The ramp to the Dovolo opened, revealing a stoned faced Anjel as well as her mate. A number of nietzscheans followed, by their markings it was obvious that this rag tag bunch was from all reaches of the 3 galaxies. In fact there wasn't a single person in the room that was not Nietzschean.
Tyr smiled as the female approached; she was after all the Alpha female of the Kodiak pride. "I see you are still lugging around in the Dovolo." he observed smugly.
Anjel retorted right back, "Well, I like it a hell of a lot more than I liked its previous owner. Ya know, I never really did like your first female, she was always throwing her weight around, and it got kind of boring. And the killing thing, please." Anjel smiled, by nietzschean universal law the Dovolo was hers, especially because she had killed the former Kodiak alpha female in defense of herself.
"It is good to finally see you once again," he stepped closer and gently touched her cheek. "You know I have always loved you as I would a daughter. But I cannot forgive your transgressions against me and the greater good. Would you really harm the only father you have ever had, Anjelicia?"
Anjel met his gaze but did not back away. "I stopped being anything to you the day you discovered my genetic quality. I stopped being your "daughter" when you sent your First Mate to kill me, and killed your unborn grandchild instead. I have nothing but hatred for you Tyr."
Tyr lost the battle of wills, and strategically stepped away from Anjel. It had been true that he had ordered her eradication, but it was only to strengthen the pride. He had no idea that she was pregnant at the time. She was a good soldier, but her genetics were just not choice. It was just practical.
Anjel stepped forward pushing into him, it was not a comfortable closeness, not the father daughter bond they had had before, now it was serious, dangerous.
"Lord Kodiak, I challenge you on the Plains" Sure it was cheesy, but it was the only way to officially challenge another Nietzschean in hand to hand combat. The address let every other soul know that there would be one fight between commanders to end it all. Maybe someone should start taking bets.
Tyr smiled "I Accept, on the grounds of the Child. This should be at least entertaining." He had taught Anjel himself, and besides, he didn't really want to kill her, especially if there was a chance she could be with child again. But the promise of receiving Drago Alexander was too good to pass up.
Tyr and Anjel both removed all protective Armor and gave it to their second in ceremony. The floor was wet with blood, but being Nietzscheans they were immune to all blood carried viruses. They birth stepped into stance and smiled.
"You should have killed me yourself." Anjel smiled with a certain smugness. Hell the betting pool had started, and surprisingly Anjel was favored, wow.