Captive Entanglements 3/?
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.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
A-Traveling We Will Go
The journey to Agaron where the two crewmembers were to meet with the Sabra Jaguar was passed in near silence. The engineer spent the time alternately glaring at the Nietzschean or checking up on the Eureka Maru's systems. Tyr didn't seem interested in idle chitchat either way so the silence was agreeable to each of them.
Tyr was eating in the mess hall with the ship on autopilot when Harper happened to enter quietly. For the last two days they had been consciously avoiding each other, not wanting to start an argument. When Harper saw Tyr sitting at the table eating rice and vegetables he almost turned around and left the way he came. His pride however, wouldn't let him retreat so noticeably.
Harper served himself some food before he sat next to Tyr who continued to ignore him stoically. Harper shoveled food in his mouth at a fast speed, a habit learned from Earth when he had to eat before someone stole it from him. Although he had been in space for a few years now, he had never gotten out of the habit.
"Are you planning on continuing this childishness during the mission as well, boy?" Tyr asked nonchalantly.
"What are you talking about?" Harper asked peevishly.
"I frankly could do with some piece and quiet, but it is unnatural for you to be so silent. " Tyr explained patiently. "How long were you planning on moping for?"
"I do not mope." Harper asserted angrily. "I simply thought since you have no use for my presence aboard this ship that I would grant your wishes and remove myself from your vicinity."
"I will not dignify your self-pity with an answer." Tyr scowled disdainfully. "I have made my position perfectly clear to Hunt, I see no need to restate it."
"Exactly my point, Tyr." Harper sneered, glaring over his Sparky Cola at the imposing Nietzschean. "I am simply giving you what you wanted. I am keeping the ship working and keeping my mouth shut. When we get to Agaron I will be happy to stay here."
"As much as that notion would relieve me, Dylan's instructions were very concise on that point. You will accompany me to meet Archduke Bolivar."
"Well, then I suggest you get off my case. I haven't done anything to merit your disdain." Harper growled.
"Not today, no." Tyr agreed. "However, before too long on this mission I assure you I will most likely have to bail you out of trouble, so forgive me if I am not enthusiastic in your presence."
"I can take care of myself. I neither want nor need your protection."
"We shall see." Tyr responded as he got up and put his finished plate into the dispenser.
After Tyr left the mess hall Harper threw his own food away, having lost his appetite. He then proceeded to pack his things awaiting their dissent onto the planet. Once they docked on Agaron they made their way to Bolivar's estate, as they entered the gates were closed behind them with a resounding crack and they were swiftly trapped inside surrounded by Jaguars on all sides.
"We are here at the request of Archduke Charlemagne Bolivar." Tyr exclaimed in a strong fearless voice, carefully keeping his posture relaxed, as did Harper. "We are from the Commonwealth Warship Andromeda Ascendant."
"I assumed I would be talking to Dylan Hunt, Anastazi." A voice responded from the balcony above. "Who is that?"
Before Tyr could introduce him, Harper took a step forward so that he was standing level with Tyr. He refused to be intimidated by Nietzschean's now that he was out from under Uber rule on Earth. He glared disdainfully at Bolivar for a charged moment before he deigned to answer him.
"I am Seamus Harper. Chief Engineer on the Andromeda Ascendant and all around genius extraordinaire." Harper introduced himself with a flourish, cocky persona firmly in place. "Nice to meet you, Charlie."
If possibly Bolivar's face got harsher and he looked far from amused.
"Forgive, Harper." Tyr murmured, glaring at the impudent engineer in exasperation. "His mouth gets away from him at times."
"Quite." Bolivar acknowledged still glaring at the blonde. "Well since it seems you are to be representative of Hunt, come inside. We have much to discuss."
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.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
A-Traveling We Will Go
The journey to Agaron where the two crewmembers were to meet with the Sabra Jaguar was passed in near silence. The engineer spent the time alternately glaring at the Nietzschean or checking up on the Eureka Maru's systems. Tyr didn't seem interested in idle chitchat either way so the silence was agreeable to each of them.
Tyr was eating in the mess hall with the ship on autopilot when Harper happened to enter quietly. For the last two days they had been consciously avoiding each other, not wanting to start an argument. When Harper saw Tyr sitting at the table eating rice and vegetables he almost turned around and left the way he came. His pride however, wouldn't let him retreat so noticeably.
Harper served himself some food before he sat next to Tyr who continued to ignore him stoically. Harper shoveled food in his mouth at a fast speed, a habit learned from Earth when he had to eat before someone stole it from him. Although he had been in space for a few years now, he had never gotten out of the habit.
"Are you planning on continuing this childishness during the mission as well, boy?" Tyr asked nonchalantly.
"What are you talking about?" Harper asked peevishly.
"I frankly could do with some piece and quiet, but it is unnatural for you to be so silent. " Tyr explained patiently. "How long were you planning on moping for?"
"I do not mope." Harper asserted angrily. "I simply thought since you have no use for my presence aboard this ship that I would grant your wishes and remove myself from your vicinity."
"I will not dignify your self-pity with an answer." Tyr scowled disdainfully. "I have made my position perfectly clear to Hunt, I see no need to restate it."
"Exactly my point, Tyr." Harper sneered, glaring over his Sparky Cola at the imposing Nietzschean. "I am simply giving you what you wanted. I am keeping the ship working and keeping my mouth shut. When we get to Agaron I will be happy to stay here."
"As much as that notion would relieve me, Dylan's instructions were very concise on that point. You will accompany me to meet Archduke Bolivar."
"Well, then I suggest you get off my case. I haven't done anything to merit your disdain." Harper growled.
"Not today, no." Tyr agreed. "However, before too long on this mission I assure you I will most likely have to bail you out of trouble, so forgive me if I am not enthusiastic in your presence."
"I can take care of myself. I neither want nor need your protection."
"We shall see." Tyr responded as he got up and put his finished plate into the dispenser.
After Tyr left the mess hall Harper threw his own food away, having lost his appetite. He then proceeded to pack his things awaiting their dissent onto the planet. Once they docked on Agaron they made their way to Bolivar's estate, as they entered the gates were closed behind them with a resounding crack and they were swiftly trapped inside surrounded by Jaguars on all sides.
"We are here at the request of Archduke Charlemagne Bolivar." Tyr exclaimed in a strong fearless voice, carefully keeping his posture relaxed, as did Harper. "We are from the Commonwealth Warship Andromeda Ascendant."
"I assumed I would be talking to Dylan Hunt, Anastazi." A voice responded from the balcony above. "Who is that?"
Before Tyr could introduce him, Harper took a step forward so that he was standing level with Tyr. He refused to be intimidated by Nietzschean's now that he was out from under Uber rule on Earth. He glared disdainfully at Bolivar for a charged moment before he deigned to answer him.
"I am Seamus Harper. Chief Engineer on the Andromeda Ascendant and all around genius extraordinaire." Harper introduced himself with a flourish, cocky persona firmly in place. "Nice to meet you, Charlie."
If possibly Bolivar's face got harsher and he looked far from amused.
"Forgive, Harper." Tyr murmured, glaring at the impudent engineer in exasperation. "His mouth gets away from him at times."
"Quite." Bolivar acknowledged still glaring at the blonde. "Well since it seems you are to be representative of Hunt, come inside. We have much to discuss."