Captive Entanglements 28/?
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.
Downhill Tangent
Before any of the occupants of the bar could attack him, Harper shot the closest one's hand clear off. His weapon fell harmlessly to the floor as the large man held his bleeding arm to his chest. Without taking his eyes off the gathered men he slowly backed into the nearest wall, keeping at least one direction clear form attackers.
"Now, the next time I fire at one of you it will go through your heads." Harper told them menacingly, looking thoroughly insane as he aimed both gauss gun and force lance at the nearest enemies. "I only came down here for information. I honestly don't want any further trouble, and maybe I can't take out all of you, but who would like to volunteer so that the rest of your buddies can take a whack at me?"
No one moved positions, although a few looked toward the bartender for orders. He remained quietly watching the proceedings.
"Come on. Somebody move. I dare you to." Harper sneered; channeling Tyr as he glared at the somewhat inebriated men surrounding him on three sides. "No? Then put your weapons away, and I'll do the same once I get some useful information."
Just as it looked like a crisis had been averted and the customers and guards began holstering their various weapons. Harper caught sight of a large behemoth making a grab for his side dagger. Before the stupid drunk could do more then aim at Harper, his head had been blown messily behind him. The others backed away in shock, and Harper watched his handy work impassively, although he did feel a bit nauseous from his actions.
"What I did warn him?" Harper asked calmly, placing his gauss gun back in its holster with a shaking hand hidden from view.
Harper strode back up to the bar and sat down on a vacated stool, watching the room from the corner of his vision, keeping his force lance extended in case of any further trouble.
"Did you see anyone suspicious entering this fine establishment at 1100 hours, dragging out a long braided haired Nietzschean?"
"Five men, other Niets, came in bragging about getting the drop on a Kodiak, but I didn't pay any attention, cuz everyone knows the Kodiak were killed years ago."
"Not all of them." Harper interrupted harshly.
"Your mate's Kodiak, then?"
"He is."
"Okay, well they went upstairs a few minutes later and came back with something wrapped up between them. I can only assume it was your Kodiak."
"That's wonderful, but did they say where they were taking him, or did you notice which direction they moved?"
"Sorry, man. I didn't hear anything about that." The bartender answered, surprised as Harper through down a few throngs on the countertop and stood without further ado.
"Thanks, and sorry about making a mess in your bar."
Just as Harper was about to walk through the doorway and enter the street level, an old man grabbed his arm as he passed.
"I heard tell they were taking him to their ship in green sector."
Harper's face tightened as he hastily threw some money at the old man and practically ran out of the bar. The occupants collectively breathed a sigh of relief as the blonde hurricane left the area and headed towards other prey.
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.
Downhill Tangent
Before any of the occupants of the bar could attack him, Harper shot the closest one's hand clear off. His weapon fell harmlessly to the floor as the large man held his bleeding arm to his chest. Without taking his eyes off the gathered men he slowly backed into the nearest wall, keeping at least one direction clear form attackers.
"Now, the next time I fire at one of you it will go through your heads." Harper told them menacingly, looking thoroughly insane as he aimed both gauss gun and force lance at the nearest enemies. "I only came down here for information. I honestly don't want any further trouble, and maybe I can't take out all of you, but who would like to volunteer so that the rest of your buddies can take a whack at me?"
No one moved positions, although a few looked toward the bartender for orders. He remained quietly watching the proceedings.
"Come on. Somebody move. I dare you to." Harper sneered; channeling Tyr as he glared at the somewhat inebriated men surrounding him on three sides. "No? Then put your weapons away, and I'll do the same once I get some useful information."
Just as it looked like a crisis had been averted and the customers and guards began holstering their various weapons. Harper caught sight of a large behemoth making a grab for his side dagger. Before the stupid drunk could do more then aim at Harper, his head had been blown messily behind him. The others backed away in shock, and Harper watched his handy work impassively, although he did feel a bit nauseous from his actions.
"What I did warn him?" Harper asked calmly, placing his gauss gun back in its holster with a shaking hand hidden from view.
Harper strode back up to the bar and sat down on a vacated stool, watching the room from the corner of his vision, keeping his force lance extended in case of any further trouble.
"Did you see anyone suspicious entering this fine establishment at 1100 hours, dragging out a long braided haired Nietzschean?"
"Five men, other Niets, came in bragging about getting the drop on a Kodiak, but I didn't pay any attention, cuz everyone knows the Kodiak were killed years ago."
"Not all of them." Harper interrupted harshly.
"Your mate's Kodiak, then?"
"He is."
"Okay, well they went upstairs a few minutes later and came back with something wrapped up between them. I can only assume it was your Kodiak."
"That's wonderful, but did they say where they were taking him, or did you notice which direction they moved?"
"Sorry, man. I didn't hear anything about that." The bartender answered, surprised as Harper through down a few throngs on the countertop and stood without further ado.
"Thanks, and sorry about making a mess in your bar."
Just as Harper was about to walk through the doorway and enter the street level, an old man grabbed his arm as he passed.
"I heard tell they were taking him to their ship in green sector."
Harper's face tightened as he hastily threw some money at the old man and practically ran out of the bar. The occupants collectively breathed a sigh of relief as the blonde hurricane left the area and headed towards other prey.