Captive Entanglements 27/?
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 bare with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
Harrowing Circumstance
The flexi dropped from Harper's nerveless fingers to hit the floor upon impact. The blonde engineer continued to stare at nothing as his eyes began to tear.
"That son of a bitch!" He cursed softly, pacing the room fitfully, hugging himself for comfort. "If he hurts you I will make that uber wish he'd never been born!"
Once Harper managed to gather himself somewhat he sent off a hasty message to Rommie to get the crew to pick him us as soon as possible.
" No time to chat, Tyr's been kidnapped by Prade. Get here as soon as you can while I look for that treacherous bastard. I promise I'll be careful, hopefully I haven't lost too much time already. I don't know if they are on planet or not, so I don't know if I'll be here once you get back. I will update you soon. Harper out."
Harper determinedly stood up and gathered his few meager belongings, throwing all of his money as well as his gauss gun in his bag. He left the room he'd shared with Tyr without a backward glance, locking the door behind him as he headed down to the establishment's owner. Hopefully he could buy some information off of the burly bartender/owner. If not Harper was fully prepared to beat the information out of him, for once not averse to getting in the face of anyone who stood in his way. The usual humorous glint in his eyes was nowhere to be seen. In fact Harper was just barely holding on to his composure, let alone the rage that was trying to consume him.
The bar downstairs was packed with many different types of customers, most were distinctly dangerous-looking, and none of them encouraged idle conversation. Harper cleared his throat noisily as he closed the distance to the counter.
"Excuse me." Harper interrupted harshly, pushing his way through the throng of drinkers and whores congregating near each other. "I need to speak with you."
"And what do you want, boy?" The tall man asked as he stared Harper down, waiting for the younger man to skitter off. Instead Harper's face merely tightened even more as he heard the 'endearment' Tyr called him at times.
"Someone ransacked my room and kidnapped my mate. I need to know if you saw anyone who you did not know this morning around 1100 hours."
"Perhaps you should look after your mate better, mudfoot. Now move out of the way. You're blocking actual paying customers from buying their drinks."
"You haven't answered my question!" Harper growled, lowering a hand to his weapon.
"I don't care about your questions, boy. Go bother someone else before I get angry."
"I'm not leaving until you answer me, god damn it!"
The owner nodded toward Harper looking at three large bouncer-type men. They quickly convened on Harpers position. Before they could grab him however, Harper had his gauss gun cleared from its holster and pointed at the closest of the three. With his other hand he held a modified force lance that he had been repairing during his free time.
"You don't want to see me even more pissed off."
The men paused slightly at the manic look in the engineer's eyes before charging him simultaneously. Harper jumped out of their way and quickly shot one in the leg before extending his force lance to its full height, holding it in a defensive position wearily.
"I really don't have time for this!" Harper exclaimed angrily as he blocked a left hook from Big and Clumsy.
"Drop your weapon now."
Harper stilled abruptly when he heard multiple weapons being charged all around him. Looking around wearily, he saw close to ten weapons aimed unwaveringly at his head.
"Shit!"
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 bare with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
Harrowing Circumstance
The flexi dropped from Harper's nerveless fingers to hit the floor upon impact. The blonde engineer continued to stare at nothing as his eyes began to tear.
"That son of a bitch!" He cursed softly, pacing the room fitfully, hugging himself for comfort. "If he hurts you I will make that uber wish he'd never been born!"
Once Harper managed to gather himself somewhat he sent off a hasty message to Rommie to get the crew to pick him us as soon as possible.
" No time to chat, Tyr's been kidnapped by Prade. Get here as soon as you can while I look for that treacherous bastard. I promise I'll be careful, hopefully I haven't lost too much time already. I don't know if they are on planet or not, so I don't know if I'll be here once you get back. I will update you soon. Harper out."
Harper determinedly stood up and gathered his few meager belongings, throwing all of his money as well as his gauss gun in his bag. He left the room he'd shared with Tyr without a backward glance, locking the door behind him as he headed down to the establishment's owner. Hopefully he could buy some information off of the burly bartender/owner. If not Harper was fully prepared to beat the information out of him, for once not averse to getting in the face of anyone who stood in his way. The usual humorous glint in his eyes was nowhere to be seen. In fact Harper was just barely holding on to his composure, let alone the rage that was trying to consume him.
The bar downstairs was packed with many different types of customers, most were distinctly dangerous-looking, and none of them encouraged idle conversation. Harper cleared his throat noisily as he closed the distance to the counter.
"Excuse me." Harper interrupted harshly, pushing his way through the throng of drinkers and whores congregating near each other. "I need to speak with you."
"And what do you want, boy?" The tall man asked as he stared Harper down, waiting for the younger man to skitter off. Instead Harper's face merely tightened even more as he heard the 'endearment' Tyr called him at times.
"Someone ransacked my room and kidnapped my mate. I need to know if you saw anyone who you did not know this morning around 1100 hours."
"Perhaps you should look after your mate better, mudfoot. Now move out of the way. You're blocking actual paying customers from buying their drinks."
"You haven't answered my question!" Harper growled, lowering a hand to his weapon.
"I don't care about your questions, boy. Go bother someone else before I get angry."
"I'm not leaving until you answer me, god damn it!"
The owner nodded toward Harper looking at three large bouncer-type men. They quickly convened on Harpers position. Before they could grab him however, Harper had his gauss gun cleared from its holster and pointed at the closest of the three. With his other hand he held a modified force lance that he had been repairing during his free time.
"You don't want to see me even more pissed off."
The men paused slightly at the manic look in the engineer's eyes before charging him simultaneously. Harper jumped out of their way and quickly shot one in the leg before extending his force lance to its full height, holding it in a defensive position wearily.
"I really don't have time for this!" Harper exclaimed angrily as he blocked a left hook from Big and Clumsy.
"Drop your weapon now."
Harper stilled abruptly when he heard multiple weapons being charged all around him. Looking around wearily, he saw close to ten weapons aimed unwaveringly at his head.
"Shit!"