Captive Entanglements 31/?
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.
Escape or Vengeance?
Seamus used his last shriller immediately after he stepped into the room where Tyr was being held. The three guards surrounding him collapsed in pain, while Tyr convulsed, unable to cover his ears as they were tied behind his back. When their eyes locked Seamus breathed a sigh of relief, because even though Tyr was bleeding from multiple wounds and was slumped against his restrains, his eyes sparked with anger when he saw his captors go down.
"Tyr man, how's it hanging?" Seamus asked sarcastically before casually shooting the three downed guards. Tyr looked impressed. "That doesn't look comfortable."
"Indeed, it is not." Tyr growled, while his eyes drank in his mate. Harper looked downright vicious in his blood stained clothes. His hair was dusted red, and he was holding a weapon in each hand competently. Frankly, despite the situation it made Tyr hot.
"Just a second, Big Guy." Harper commented as he walked around behind Tyr and began cutting the restraints on Tyr's wrists. "Hold still and you'll be down in no time at all."
"Prade did say he would be back soon." Tyr told Harper as his hands were released. He rubbed them slightly to get the blood flowing once again as Harper picked up his gauss gun and force lance. "I assume the disturbance he was investigating was you?"
"I only rated a disturbance?" Harper pouted. "Damn, I must have been too cautious about getting caught."
"What did you do exactly?" Tyr asked cautiously, knowing full well what Harper was capable of when cornered.
"Not much. Come on, I know where the slip fighters are kept."
"How do you plan on outrunning them, Little Man?"
"We don't have to outrun them. I fiddled around in the engine room. The ship is currently stopped in space. Once we get to slipstream we'll be fine."
"What are we waiting for then?" Tyr asked impatiently, ignoring the pain in his body, in favor of picking up two of the guard's weapons, as well as a hip dagger.
They stayed close to the walls and alternated turning corners with the other watching out for attacks. Soon they were well on their way to the flight deck and had only come across a few of the bodies Harper left in his wake. The first time this happened Tyr raised an amused eyebrow.
"Not much?"
"What? The ship's still in one piece isn't it?" Harper asked innocently.
"For the moment."
They shared a smirk as they made their way to the docking bay where the slip fighters were kept. As they opened the door and entered, they were quickly surrounded by the remaining ten or so Nietzscheans on the ship, including a furious Prade. Al of their weapons were aimed at Harper and Tyr who were standing in the circle impassively, gun arms steady.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Prade sneered disdainfully. "Drop your weapons."
"Harper?" Tyr asked softly, looking at his mate in the corner of his eye.
In response to Tyr's unspoken question, Harper tightened his finger on the trigger of his gauss gun and extended the force lance.
"I don't think so, Uber." Harper snarled pulling the trigger. From there all hell broke loose as he heard Tyr fighting ferociously from his side. Harper had managed to hit Prade, but unfortunately while his attention was averted one of the others got under his guard and plunged a dagger into his side. As he lay bleeding on the deck, his last thought was that he hoped Tyr would be all right. The ship shook underneath him as he succumbed to the darkness.
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.
Escape or Vengeance?
Seamus used his last shriller immediately after he stepped into the room where Tyr was being held. The three guards surrounding him collapsed in pain, while Tyr convulsed, unable to cover his ears as they were tied behind his back. When their eyes locked Seamus breathed a sigh of relief, because even though Tyr was bleeding from multiple wounds and was slumped against his restrains, his eyes sparked with anger when he saw his captors go down.
"Tyr man, how's it hanging?" Seamus asked sarcastically before casually shooting the three downed guards. Tyr looked impressed. "That doesn't look comfortable."
"Indeed, it is not." Tyr growled, while his eyes drank in his mate. Harper looked downright vicious in his blood stained clothes. His hair was dusted red, and he was holding a weapon in each hand competently. Frankly, despite the situation it made Tyr hot.
"Just a second, Big Guy." Harper commented as he walked around behind Tyr and began cutting the restraints on Tyr's wrists. "Hold still and you'll be down in no time at all."
"Prade did say he would be back soon." Tyr told Harper as his hands were released. He rubbed them slightly to get the blood flowing once again as Harper picked up his gauss gun and force lance. "I assume the disturbance he was investigating was you?"
"I only rated a disturbance?" Harper pouted. "Damn, I must have been too cautious about getting caught."
"What did you do exactly?" Tyr asked cautiously, knowing full well what Harper was capable of when cornered.
"Not much. Come on, I know where the slip fighters are kept."
"How do you plan on outrunning them, Little Man?"
"We don't have to outrun them. I fiddled around in the engine room. The ship is currently stopped in space. Once we get to slipstream we'll be fine."
"What are we waiting for then?" Tyr asked impatiently, ignoring the pain in his body, in favor of picking up two of the guard's weapons, as well as a hip dagger.
They stayed close to the walls and alternated turning corners with the other watching out for attacks. Soon they were well on their way to the flight deck and had only come across a few of the bodies Harper left in his wake. The first time this happened Tyr raised an amused eyebrow.
"Not much?"
"What? The ship's still in one piece isn't it?" Harper asked innocently.
"For the moment."
They shared a smirk as they made their way to the docking bay where the slip fighters were kept. As they opened the door and entered, they were quickly surrounded by the remaining ten or so Nietzscheans on the ship, including a furious Prade. Al of their weapons were aimed at Harper and Tyr who were standing in the circle impassively, gun arms steady.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Prade sneered disdainfully. "Drop your weapons."
"Harper?" Tyr asked softly, looking at his mate in the corner of his eye.
In response to Tyr's unspoken question, Harper tightened his finger on the trigger of his gauss gun and extended the force lance.
"I don't think so, Uber." Harper snarled pulling the trigger. From there all hell broke loose as he heard Tyr fighting ferociously from his side. Harper had managed to hit Prade, but unfortunately while his attention was averted one of the others got under his guard and plunged a dagger into his side. As he lay bleeding on the deck, his last thought was that he hoped Tyr would be all right. The ship shook underneath him as he succumbed to the darkness.