Captive Entanglements 12/?
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.
Pain Transmitters and Lessons
Harper woke up groggily three hours later to find himself in a darkened room lying next to Tyr on the floor. A few feet away Bolivar was just awakening as well. Harper held his head still hoping that the pounding would still if he did not move around.
"At least all my limbs are intact." He mumbled under his breath.
"How fortunate." Bolivar sneered pushing himself into a sitting position by leaning on the wall.
"I think so, Uber." Harper snapped in exasperation, while cautiously moving towards where Tyr lay laid out on the floor. "Hey Big Guy, wake up."
Tyr moaned softly before he blinked blearily opening his eyes slowly. When he noticed Harper watching him in concern he moved slightly ignoring the pain in his head as he sat up. Before he could say anything however all three were inundated with waves of intense pain throughout their bodies. As they convulsed on the floor three Nietzscheans entered the room closing the door behind them. Prade was holding a device of some sort in his hand watching the pained screams coming from his prisoners.
"Now then, let us continue the discussion we began earlier." Prade commanded, striding into the room arrogantly followed by his guardsmen.
While the three prisoners were laying immobile on the floor breathing heavily, the Nietzscheans grabbed Bolivar and Harper and chained them to the wall using heretofore-unnoticed restraints. During this action the large Nietzchean standing next to Prade grabbed Tyr who was still convulsing on the floor and pulled his arms above his head and locking them to the low-hanging ceiling. Tyr struggled weakly trying to pull his arms from the restraints.
"What is the meaning of this, Prade?" Tyr growled angrily, his bone blades extended menacingly as his muscles rippled with activity.
"That is quite simple Anastazi." Martakar sneered. He was the Nietzschean standing closest to Harper. Dressed all in black with blond hair and bulging muscles, he was quite intimidating.
"I thought it would be beneficial if I were to explain to you three how things are done here." Prade explained casually. "You three need to learn your new place in the Drago-Katsov Pride."
"Bite me!" Harper hissed out when Prade stalked toward Tyr, getting the other's attention. "Come on Uber, did it take you a long time to come up with that one? The Dragans are a bunch of stupid, inferior bastards who wouldn't be able to find their own ass with a map and a flashlight."
Although the Ubers didn't exactly know what the Earther was talking about because of all the antiquated terminology, they did realize they were being insulted by a lowly kludge.
"The only reason you are not dead, boy, is because you are mated to a Nietzschean. However if you do not watch your mouth I will disregard that fact and snap your neck."
Harper continued to glare at the Nietzschean but kept silent as he watched Prade walk toward him. Tyr growled warningly as the large man grabbed Harper by his hair causing the engineer to whimper in pain.
"However, simply because you are being kept alive, doesn't mean you shall not be punished for any infractions." Prade snarled hitting Harper across the face causing blood to flow from his mouth.
"If you touch him again I will kill you in an extremely unpleasant manner." Tyr snarled menacingly from across the room. He did not raise his voice but the resolve behind his comment got itself across because Prade moved away from Harper only to come closer to Tyr.
"You are not in any position to threaten us, Kodiak." Prade sneered hitting the device he took from his guard causing the blood vessels in Tyr's body to explode. Bruises started to appear on his body as he convulsed. By the time the Nietszchean stopped torturing Tyr he was hanging unconscious from the chains blood coming out of his pores in random places. "Strip him."
"What the hell are you doing?" Harper screamed at the Nietzschean's who were stripping Tyr of his clothes. As Tyr hung there the two other guards began to rub up against him causing him to moan in pain as they hit the many bruises adorning his body. "Leave him alone you bastards. He's unconscious you sick freaks!"
Just as Harper stopped yelling he heard Tyr moan and his eyes began to flutter open.
"Welcome back Tyr. It would seem you still need a lesson in obedience." Prade told him once Tyr noticed his state of undress.
He merely stiffened but otherwise gave no sign of distress. It was only Harper who noticed the terror lurking in the big guy's eyes when the Nietzscheans started to undress and Prade began to invade Tyr's personal space. When Martakar started scratching and biting Tyr's back drawing blood, he tried to move away only to be wracked with pain again. More blood vessels exploded and Tyr stopped trying to move, merely hanging helplessly from his restraints. By chance Tyr happened to meet gazes with Harper. Although Harper was scared shitless, it was nothing to what he could tell Tyr was feeling.
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.
Pain Transmitters and Lessons
Harper woke up groggily three hours later to find himself in a darkened room lying next to Tyr on the floor. A few feet away Bolivar was just awakening as well. Harper held his head still hoping that the pounding would still if he did not move around.
"At least all my limbs are intact." He mumbled under his breath.
"How fortunate." Bolivar sneered pushing himself into a sitting position by leaning on the wall.
"I think so, Uber." Harper snapped in exasperation, while cautiously moving towards where Tyr lay laid out on the floor. "Hey Big Guy, wake up."
Tyr moaned softly before he blinked blearily opening his eyes slowly. When he noticed Harper watching him in concern he moved slightly ignoring the pain in his head as he sat up. Before he could say anything however all three were inundated with waves of intense pain throughout their bodies. As they convulsed on the floor three Nietzscheans entered the room closing the door behind them. Prade was holding a device of some sort in his hand watching the pained screams coming from his prisoners.
"Now then, let us continue the discussion we began earlier." Prade commanded, striding into the room arrogantly followed by his guardsmen.
While the three prisoners were laying immobile on the floor breathing heavily, the Nietzscheans grabbed Bolivar and Harper and chained them to the wall using heretofore-unnoticed restraints. During this action the large Nietzchean standing next to Prade grabbed Tyr who was still convulsing on the floor and pulled his arms above his head and locking them to the low-hanging ceiling. Tyr struggled weakly trying to pull his arms from the restraints.
"What is the meaning of this, Prade?" Tyr growled angrily, his bone blades extended menacingly as his muscles rippled with activity.
"That is quite simple Anastazi." Martakar sneered. He was the Nietzschean standing closest to Harper. Dressed all in black with blond hair and bulging muscles, he was quite intimidating.
"I thought it would be beneficial if I were to explain to you three how things are done here." Prade explained casually. "You three need to learn your new place in the Drago-Katsov Pride."
"Bite me!" Harper hissed out when Prade stalked toward Tyr, getting the other's attention. "Come on Uber, did it take you a long time to come up with that one? The Dragans are a bunch of stupid, inferior bastards who wouldn't be able to find their own ass with a map and a flashlight."
Although the Ubers didn't exactly know what the Earther was talking about because of all the antiquated terminology, they did realize they were being insulted by a lowly kludge.
"The only reason you are not dead, boy, is because you are mated to a Nietzschean. However if you do not watch your mouth I will disregard that fact and snap your neck."
Harper continued to glare at the Nietzschean but kept silent as he watched Prade walk toward him. Tyr growled warningly as the large man grabbed Harper by his hair causing the engineer to whimper in pain.
"However, simply because you are being kept alive, doesn't mean you shall not be punished for any infractions." Prade snarled hitting Harper across the face causing blood to flow from his mouth.
"If you touch him again I will kill you in an extremely unpleasant manner." Tyr snarled menacingly from across the room. He did not raise his voice but the resolve behind his comment got itself across because Prade moved away from Harper only to come closer to Tyr.
"You are not in any position to threaten us, Kodiak." Prade sneered hitting the device he took from his guard causing the blood vessels in Tyr's body to explode. Bruises started to appear on his body as he convulsed. By the time the Nietszchean stopped torturing Tyr he was hanging unconscious from the chains blood coming out of his pores in random places. "Strip him."
"What the hell are you doing?" Harper screamed at the Nietzschean's who were stripping Tyr of his clothes. As Tyr hung there the two other guards began to rub up against him causing him to moan in pain as they hit the many bruises adorning his body. "Leave him alone you bastards. He's unconscious you sick freaks!"
Just as Harper stopped yelling he heard Tyr moan and his eyes began to flutter open.
"Welcome back Tyr. It would seem you still need a lesson in obedience." Prade told him once Tyr noticed his state of undress.
He merely stiffened but otherwise gave no sign of distress. It was only Harper who noticed the terror lurking in the big guy's eyes when the Nietzscheans started to undress and Prade began to invade Tyr's personal space. When Martakar started scratching and biting Tyr's back drawing blood, he tried to move away only to be wracked with pain again. More blood vessels exploded and Tyr stopped trying to move, merely hanging helplessly from his restraints. By chance Tyr happened to meet gazes with Harper. Although Harper was scared shitless, it was nothing to what he could tell Tyr was feeling.