Captive Entanglements 4/?
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 Rather Colorful Beginning to Diplomatic Relations
As Tyr and Harper walked into the conference room, located in the center of the Bolivar's compound they kept a careful lookout for possible threats, walking cautiously in between two Jaguars. These 'escorts' looked rather like two mutated specimens, bulging muscles and large weapons only added to their impact. If one thought of causing problems, they had only to look at these men and they would think twice about it. Even Harper, who's dislike of all things Nietzschean is legendary, even had to admit that with the exception of Tyr, these men were singularly impressive.
They walked into a large decorative hall to find Bolivar and his men already seated and waiting. The Archduke looked imposing in his Nietzschean finery, and his guard only completed the image. Harper unconsciously straightened his posture and tried to look fearless, when in fact he was anything but. Being surrounded by so many Nietzscheans were causing his to become jumpy and it was taking all of his considerable willpower to stay stationary.
"Tyr Anastazi, last of Kodiak Pride, we meet at last." Bolivar said standing up and cutting a mocking bow. "I trust you will explain the presence of this… lowly human."
Tyr watched carefully for Harper's reaction to the slight in case he would have to interfere, but for once the engineer kept his mouth shut, although he looked furious.
"As was already mentioned, Seamus Harper is the ship's engineer."
"Yes, yes. But why is he here and not the infamous Dylan Hunt?" Bolivar asked quietly.
"Dylan had some rather pressing business to attend to, so he ordered us to meet with you instead." Tyr explained. "He was deeply sorry he could not come himself."
"What could be so important that he would dare send me a kludge to speak to in his place?" Charlemagne hissed disgustedly.
"This kludge just so happens to be a member of Captain Hunt's crew." Snarled Harper after having kept quiet for so long. "If you have a problem with that then I suggest you tell us, so we can stop wasting our time."
Seamus' outburst caused several things to happen at once. Tyr stepped toward Harper, as Bolivar did the same. Bolivar looked furious to be questioned by a mud foot, while Tyr looked impassive as always.
"You dare to speak to the Alpha of Sabra-Jaguar Pride in such a manner, kludge?" Bolivar hisses as he stalked the tiny engineer until his back hit a wall. "You would think your master's would teach you more respect for your betters, boy."
Although the blonde Nietzschean could hear Harper's heart beating erratically, he was mildly impressed when the engineer showed no outward sign of fear. He simply glared up at the Nietzschean and spoke in a soft deadly hiss, sounding dangerously ready to loosing control.
"I have no master, Uber. I am Seamus Zalanzy Harper, from Boston, Massachusetts. Perhaps you should look into the underground movement there and a certain operative named Shadow. That might give you a fair idea of how I treat worthless Uber scum like yourselves." Harper whispered so that only Tyr, who was standing close by and Bolivar himself could hear. "Now I suggest you let go of me, now!"
"And why would I do that?" Bolivar asked mockingly. He didn't feel Harper move until it was too late.
"Because if you don't I will cut your throat out," Harper growled pressing a concealed dagger into Bolivar's vulnerable neck. "And you will bleed all over this nice expensive carpet."
Bolivar released him quickly after that and took an additional step away from Harper.
"Well played, mud foot." Bolivar acknowledged with a slight bow of his aristocratic head. "Now why don't I show you to the guest wing so that you can get settled, while I run a background check on you and your companion."
As they entered a connected bedroom and living room and the door closed firmly behind them, Tyr grabbed Harper by his arms and lifted him easily off the ground so that they were eye to eye.
"Just what were you thinking, boy?" Tyr asked, synchronizing each word with a little shake. "Are you that eager to die?"
"I had everything under control, Big Guy." Harper assured the enraged Nietzschean. "Trust in the Harper, the Harper is good."
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 Rather Colorful Beginning to Diplomatic Relations
As Tyr and Harper walked into the conference room, located in the center of the Bolivar's compound they kept a careful lookout for possible threats, walking cautiously in between two Jaguars. These 'escorts' looked rather like two mutated specimens, bulging muscles and large weapons only added to their impact. If one thought of causing problems, they had only to look at these men and they would think twice about it. Even Harper, who's dislike of all things Nietzschean is legendary, even had to admit that with the exception of Tyr, these men were singularly impressive.
They walked into a large decorative hall to find Bolivar and his men already seated and waiting. The Archduke looked imposing in his Nietzschean finery, and his guard only completed the image. Harper unconsciously straightened his posture and tried to look fearless, when in fact he was anything but. Being surrounded by so many Nietzscheans were causing his to become jumpy and it was taking all of his considerable willpower to stay stationary.
"Tyr Anastazi, last of Kodiak Pride, we meet at last." Bolivar said standing up and cutting a mocking bow. "I trust you will explain the presence of this… lowly human."
Tyr watched carefully for Harper's reaction to the slight in case he would have to interfere, but for once the engineer kept his mouth shut, although he looked furious.
"As was already mentioned, Seamus Harper is the ship's engineer."
"Yes, yes. But why is he here and not the infamous Dylan Hunt?" Bolivar asked quietly.
"Dylan had some rather pressing business to attend to, so he ordered us to meet with you instead." Tyr explained. "He was deeply sorry he could not come himself."
"What could be so important that he would dare send me a kludge to speak to in his place?" Charlemagne hissed disgustedly.
"This kludge just so happens to be a member of Captain Hunt's crew." Snarled Harper after having kept quiet for so long. "If you have a problem with that then I suggest you tell us, so we can stop wasting our time."
Seamus' outburst caused several things to happen at once. Tyr stepped toward Harper, as Bolivar did the same. Bolivar looked furious to be questioned by a mud foot, while Tyr looked impassive as always.
"You dare to speak to the Alpha of Sabra-Jaguar Pride in such a manner, kludge?" Bolivar hisses as he stalked the tiny engineer until his back hit a wall. "You would think your master's would teach you more respect for your betters, boy."
Although the blonde Nietzschean could hear Harper's heart beating erratically, he was mildly impressed when the engineer showed no outward sign of fear. He simply glared up at the Nietzschean and spoke in a soft deadly hiss, sounding dangerously ready to loosing control.
"I have no master, Uber. I am Seamus Zalanzy Harper, from Boston, Massachusetts. Perhaps you should look into the underground movement there and a certain operative named Shadow. That might give you a fair idea of how I treat worthless Uber scum like yourselves." Harper whispered so that only Tyr, who was standing close by and Bolivar himself could hear. "Now I suggest you let go of me, now!"
"And why would I do that?" Bolivar asked mockingly. He didn't feel Harper move until it was too late.
"Because if you don't I will cut your throat out," Harper growled pressing a concealed dagger into Bolivar's vulnerable neck. "And you will bleed all over this nice expensive carpet."
Bolivar released him quickly after that and took an additional step away from Harper.
"Well played, mud foot." Bolivar acknowledged with a slight bow of his aristocratic head. "Now why don't I show you to the guest wing so that you can get settled, while I run a background check on you and your companion."
As they entered a connected bedroom and living room and the door closed firmly behind them, Tyr grabbed Harper by his arms and lifted him easily off the ground so that they were eye to eye.
"Just what were you thinking, boy?" Tyr asked, synchronizing each word with a little shake. "Are you that eager to die?"
"I had everything under control, Big Guy." Harper assured the enraged Nietzschean. "Trust in the Harper, the Harper is good."