Captive Entanglements 8/?
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.
Pawns and Knights
As Tyr growled menacingly and extended his bone blades, Harper was right beside him pulling out his gauss gun. Before they could make good on their attack however, Bolivar stepped in front of them putting a restraining hand on both their arms. Harper sneered before pulling his hand aggressively away from the blond Nietzschean.
"Are you both out of your mind?" Bolivar whispered so that the approaching Dragans in the hall wouldn't hear. "You'll get yourselves killed. Now I don't particularly give a damn if you do, but your esteemed Captain Hunt will know we are missing in a few hours and come looking for us. If we are to survive the next few minutes you will both stand down."
"I am not about to surrender to those-"
"Little Man, calm down." Tyr told Harper who was practically frothing at the mouth. "The Archduke is correct."
"Bull shit." Harper snarled back, glaring at Tyr. "I expected more from you man, then to just let Dragan's capture you like this. Have you forgotten what they did to your pride?"
"I've forgotten nothing, boy." Tyr assured the engineer, eyes flashing menacingly. "However, this is neither the time nor place for vengeance. We are outnumbered and outmaneuvered. I will not die in this endeavor, there will be other chances."
"Tyr man, I can't do this again." Harper whispered softly to the Kodiak. Tyr looked at the engineer silently for a moment before dragging him a few feet away into a corner. The only Jaguar who was the least bit interested was Charlemagne who kept staring at them despite the distance.
"Get yourself under control, Harper. We do not have time for this." Tyr barked at the shaking human. "You survived on Earth for over twenty years, you will continue to survive for as long as necessary."
"I can't voluntarily let those bastards get a hold of me again. I couldn't survive Dragan rule now." Harper hissed piteously.
"You can and you will. I will not take kindly to you getting yourself killed, boy." Tyr encouraged in his own unique way. "I will be by your side, so you will not be alone."
"Gee great." Harper responded sarcastically. "We'll both be tortured together."
"Perhaps, but we will still be alive to kill those responsible once Hunt finds us."
"Do you really think he'll agree to that?" Harper asked caustically. "He'll probably try to talk them into joining the commonwealth."
"What he doesn't know…" Tyr began letting the rest speak for itself. "Now are you agreed?"
"I don't have any choice and you know it, Tyr." Harper sneered. "But I refuse to let them break me, so don't expect me to be an obedient little kludge prisoner, okay Big Guy?"
"The day you are obedient is the day that Dylan destroys an unarmed enemy." Tyr scoffed, cuffing the blond on the back of the head. "I wouldn't expect anything different."
"Good, glad we understand each other."
"I understand perfectly, but understand me Harper. If your rebellion puts my survival at risk I will kill you myself." Tyr told Harper before he could walk back to the center of the bridge.
As they made their way to where Bolivar was waiting ten heavily armed Drago-Katsov entered the bridge from the two entrances, effectively blocking them in.
"I suggest that you surrender immediately. I don't particularly want to kill any of you, but if you cause problems I will." A tall black-haired Nietzschean told the assembled prisoners. He, like the rest of his men, were wearing the Dragan crest. The leader was imposing and dressed in black leather pants and a see-through shirt, the likes that Tyr would be comfortable in. He was about 6'1" and effectively dwarfed the others standing next to him.
"What is the meaning of this?" Bolivar asked haughtily, in full Alpha mode. "Why have you boarded my ship?"
"Because we can, Archduke." He noticed Bolivars quickly hidden shock that he was known and commented smugly on it. "What's the matter, Bolivar? Didn't think we knew who we were attacking?"
"The Archduke and Alpha of the Sabra-Jaguar pride will make quite a trophy for the Drago-Katsov." The unknown Nietzschean continued, looking around the bridge disdainfully. His eyes quickly came upon Tyr and Harper standing a few feet behind Bolivar. "Well, what do we have here?"
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.
Pawns and Knights
As Tyr growled menacingly and extended his bone blades, Harper was right beside him pulling out his gauss gun. Before they could make good on their attack however, Bolivar stepped in front of them putting a restraining hand on both their arms. Harper sneered before pulling his hand aggressively away from the blond Nietzschean.
"Are you both out of your mind?" Bolivar whispered so that the approaching Dragans in the hall wouldn't hear. "You'll get yourselves killed. Now I don't particularly give a damn if you do, but your esteemed Captain Hunt will know we are missing in a few hours and come looking for us. If we are to survive the next few minutes you will both stand down."
"I am not about to surrender to those-"
"Little Man, calm down." Tyr told Harper who was practically frothing at the mouth. "The Archduke is correct."
"Bull shit." Harper snarled back, glaring at Tyr. "I expected more from you man, then to just let Dragan's capture you like this. Have you forgotten what they did to your pride?"
"I've forgotten nothing, boy." Tyr assured the engineer, eyes flashing menacingly. "However, this is neither the time nor place for vengeance. We are outnumbered and outmaneuvered. I will not die in this endeavor, there will be other chances."
"Tyr man, I can't do this again." Harper whispered softly to the Kodiak. Tyr looked at the engineer silently for a moment before dragging him a few feet away into a corner. The only Jaguar who was the least bit interested was Charlemagne who kept staring at them despite the distance.
"Get yourself under control, Harper. We do not have time for this." Tyr barked at the shaking human. "You survived on Earth for over twenty years, you will continue to survive for as long as necessary."
"I can't voluntarily let those bastards get a hold of me again. I couldn't survive Dragan rule now." Harper hissed piteously.
"You can and you will. I will not take kindly to you getting yourself killed, boy." Tyr encouraged in his own unique way. "I will be by your side, so you will not be alone."
"Gee great." Harper responded sarcastically. "We'll both be tortured together."
"Perhaps, but we will still be alive to kill those responsible once Hunt finds us."
"Do you really think he'll agree to that?" Harper asked caustically. "He'll probably try to talk them into joining the commonwealth."
"What he doesn't know…" Tyr began letting the rest speak for itself. "Now are you agreed?"
"I don't have any choice and you know it, Tyr." Harper sneered. "But I refuse to let them break me, so don't expect me to be an obedient little kludge prisoner, okay Big Guy?"
"The day you are obedient is the day that Dylan destroys an unarmed enemy." Tyr scoffed, cuffing the blond on the back of the head. "I wouldn't expect anything different."
"Good, glad we understand each other."
"I understand perfectly, but understand me Harper. If your rebellion puts my survival at risk I will kill you myself." Tyr told Harper before he could walk back to the center of the bridge.
As they made their way to where Bolivar was waiting ten heavily armed Drago-Katsov entered the bridge from the two entrances, effectively blocking them in.
"I suggest that you surrender immediately. I don't particularly want to kill any of you, but if you cause problems I will." A tall black-haired Nietzschean told the assembled prisoners. He, like the rest of his men, were wearing the Dragan crest. The leader was imposing and dressed in black leather pants and a see-through shirt, the likes that Tyr would be comfortable in. He was about 6'1" and effectively dwarfed the others standing next to him.
"What is the meaning of this?" Bolivar asked haughtily, in full Alpha mode. "Why have you boarded my ship?"
"Because we can, Archduke." He noticed Bolivars quickly hidden shock that he was known and commented smugly on it. "What's the matter, Bolivar? Didn't think we knew who we were attacking?"
"The Archduke and Alpha of the Sabra-Jaguar pride will make quite a trophy for the Drago-Katsov." The unknown Nietzschean continued, looking around the bridge disdainfully. His eyes quickly came upon Tyr and Harper standing a few feet behind Bolivar. "Well, what do we have here?"