Captive Entanglements 7/?
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.
Under Attack
Bolivar's cruiser was on its way to meet the Andromeda, the Eureka Maru still docked in its hanger. As they entered the Ursula System, in which Opti 4 was a part of, Tyr and Harper made their way onto the Nietzschean Bridge to watch the Andromeda when they got close enough for a visual. Suddenly out of nowhere, the ship was blasted by a high-level particle beam, causing the ship to become temporarily incapacitated.
Without even thinking, Harper and Tyr began checking effected systems. The engineer and weapon's officer didn't particularly take kindly to being usurped and before Harper knew what was happening a particularly large Nietzschean had knocked him off his feet just as he was about to jack into the ship's systems. Tyr saw this and quickly moved toward the fallen engineer.
"Are you functional, Professor?" Tyr asked leaning over the prone form of the human.
"Yeah, I'm just peachy." Harper grumbled, rubbing his chin where a bruise was beginning to form.
He didn't have time to respond further as Tyr unceremoniously dragged him to his feet, just as the ship rocked under them sending Harper's precarious balance off kilter, causing him to crash into Tyr's rock-hard chest. Harper managed to scratch his face in between the rocking of the ship and his haste to separate himself physically from Tyr. Once Harper was relatively steady on his feet, Tyr moved back a few steps putting some much-needed distance between them.
"Good," Tyr responded. "Remember we are not on our ship. You have no authority here."
"Yeah fine, but I didn't see anyone trying to throw you around." Harper whined. "Damn Ubers!"
Harper's cursing caused a few distinctive growls from the crew. It seemed that the Nietzschean's didn't take well to the derogatory term.
"I would suggest you guard your tongue more carefully when in the vicinity of so many Nietzscheism. Just because I have become accustomed to your rather colorful language doe not mean that others will be so forgiving."
"Sure, Big Guy. Whatever you say." Harper responded haphazardly while looking at the approaching ships in fear. "Hey Charlie you might want to tell big and ugly over there that I may be able to get weapons back online if you want to survive those guys."
Bolivar looked the scrawny engineer in the eye ready to blast him for trying to give orders on his ship when he noticed the confidence in his stance and restrained energy in his body.
"Unless it's too late already." Harper continued glaring at the Nietzschean who had stuck him earlier.
"Very well, do what you can, while we hold them off for as long as we can." Bolivar ordered, ignoring the angry engineer yelling at his side. "With no idea of their identity of their capabilities I have no idea how long I can give you."
"You got it, Charlie." Harper agreed jauntily, before saluting the Jaguar and making a speedy exit heading for the nearest console he could jack into.
While Harper was unresponsive as he made his way quickly through the ships systems looking for the cause of the ship-wide malfunction, the others were doing their best to fight back with the limited weapons control that they had left.
It became quite apparent that they were outgunned however, and the minimum amount of weapons that Harper managed to get online did no good so late in the battle. The unmarked ships swarmed the Nietzschean vessel, surrounding it on all sides.
Before long there were intruders forcing their way through the cargo bays and their limited defenses were useless. Harper had just returned to the bridge, after disengaging from the ship once he heard about the intruders.
Minutes later, the raiders had effectively taken control of the ship, and with none of the systems working properly, no one had any idea who their attackers were. Soon enough the bridge was invaded by heavily armed men, all their weapon's aimed at the crew. When Tyr and Harper saw who had captured them each let out growls or rage, and for once were perfectly in accord in their hatred of a common enemy.
"Drago-Katzov!" Tyr snarled furiously extending his bone blades in preparation to attack.
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.
Under Attack
Bolivar's cruiser was on its way to meet the Andromeda, the Eureka Maru still docked in its hanger. As they entered the Ursula System, in which Opti 4 was a part of, Tyr and Harper made their way onto the Nietzschean Bridge to watch the Andromeda when they got close enough for a visual. Suddenly out of nowhere, the ship was blasted by a high-level particle beam, causing the ship to become temporarily incapacitated.
Without even thinking, Harper and Tyr began checking effected systems. The engineer and weapon's officer didn't particularly take kindly to being usurped and before Harper knew what was happening a particularly large Nietzschean had knocked him off his feet just as he was about to jack into the ship's systems. Tyr saw this and quickly moved toward the fallen engineer.
"Are you functional, Professor?" Tyr asked leaning over the prone form of the human.
"Yeah, I'm just peachy." Harper grumbled, rubbing his chin where a bruise was beginning to form.
He didn't have time to respond further as Tyr unceremoniously dragged him to his feet, just as the ship rocked under them sending Harper's precarious balance off kilter, causing him to crash into Tyr's rock-hard chest. Harper managed to scratch his face in between the rocking of the ship and his haste to separate himself physically from Tyr. Once Harper was relatively steady on his feet, Tyr moved back a few steps putting some much-needed distance between them.
"Good," Tyr responded. "Remember we are not on our ship. You have no authority here."
"Yeah fine, but I didn't see anyone trying to throw you around." Harper whined. "Damn Ubers!"
Harper's cursing caused a few distinctive growls from the crew. It seemed that the Nietzschean's didn't take well to the derogatory term.
"I would suggest you guard your tongue more carefully when in the vicinity of so many Nietzscheism. Just because I have become accustomed to your rather colorful language doe not mean that others will be so forgiving."
"Sure, Big Guy. Whatever you say." Harper responded haphazardly while looking at the approaching ships in fear. "Hey Charlie you might want to tell big and ugly over there that I may be able to get weapons back online if you want to survive those guys."
Bolivar looked the scrawny engineer in the eye ready to blast him for trying to give orders on his ship when he noticed the confidence in his stance and restrained energy in his body.
"Unless it's too late already." Harper continued glaring at the Nietzschean who had stuck him earlier.
"Very well, do what you can, while we hold them off for as long as we can." Bolivar ordered, ignoring the angry engineer yelling at his side. "With no idea of their identity of their capabilities I have no idea how long I can give you."
"You got it, Charlie." Harper agreed jauntily, before saluting the Jaguar and making a speedy exit heading for the nearest console he could jack into.
While Harper was unresponsive as he made his way quickly through the ships systems looking for the cause of the ship-wide malfunction, the others were doing their best to fight back with the limited weapons control that they had left.
It became quite apparent that they were outgunned however, and the minimum amount of weapons that Harper managed to get online did no good so late in the battle. The unmarked ships swarmed the Nietzschean vessel, surrounding it on all sides.
Before long there were intruders forcing their way through the cargo bays and their limited defenses were useless. Harper had just returned to the bridge, after disengaging from the ship once he heard about the intruders.
Minutes later, the raiders had effectively taken control of the ship, and with none of the systems working properly, no one had any idea who their attackers were. Soon enough the bridge was invaded by heavily armed men, all their weapon's aimed at the crew. When Tyr and Harper saw who had captured them each let out growls or rage, and for once were perfectly in accord in their hatred of a common enemy.
"Drago-Katzov!" Tyr snarled furiously extending his bone blades in preparation to attack.