Captive Entanglements 32/?
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.
A Changed Environment
Harper awoke slowly, his side burning painfully with ever breath he took. He opened his eyes gingerly, ignoring the sharp pain when he moved his head at all. The room he was being held, if you could in fact call it that, was dark and small more of a dank cell than anything else. He was alone and laying on the cold floor, wearing nothing, although his side was healed somewhat and dressing had been wrapped tightly on his wound.
"At least they don't want me dead, then." Harper mumbled deliriously to himself. "Hopefully Prade is good and dead this time."
"He is." A distorted voice spoke, causing Harper to jump in surprise. He slowly picked himself off the comforting cold floor and raised his head, squinting about the room.
"Where are you?" He asked shakily, trying to fight off the nausea from moving his aching body. "Show yourself."
"What is your name?" The same voice asked, echoing off the walls.
"Harper."
"Very well, Harper. One of my people will be in to speak to you soon."
"Hey, wait a minute, Where's Tyr?" Harper called out. "Come on!"
There was no response.
Harper sat gingerly against the nearest wall, trying not to jar his many injuries. He kept his eyes closed and his body relaxed, biding his time before his captors came to 'speak' to him. In Harper's experience, someone who held him against his will weren't exactly the chatty type, so he was mentally preparing himself for the expected ordeal to come.
He couldn't keep his eyes open after a long while however, and lowered his head to rest. Harper was jerked awake when the doors opened a few minutes later. The man who walked in to the room was obscured by the lighting contrast from the hallway. All Harper caught was that his skin was tinted blue, similar to Trace's male counterpart except without the weird headpieces.
"We have done our best to heal you, Har-per." The alien told him softly, standing a few feet away, looking at him curiously. "We are not familiar with your physiology so we did what we could."
"Thank you, err… what is your name again?"
"Zapleergde." The blue guy answered in a foreign tongue.
"Is it okay if I call you Zap for short?" Harper asked with a smirk. "My human vocal cords don't work that way."
"As you wish, Har-per."
"Cool. Now what happened? Last thing I remember an Uber was stabbing me. How did I get here? Where ever here is."
"The Drago-Katsov attacked our colony a little over sixth months ago. We have been tracking them since. It was your good fortune that we happened to catch up with them when we did. We boarded their ship while they were otherwise occupied with you, and took them by surprise."
"Just what those bastards deserve. But what about Tyr?"
"Tyr? Did you have a companion, then?"
"He's my mate. Tall guy, muscles, long braided hair. Had lots of bruising."
"He is a Nietzschean." Zap exclaimed in surprise.
"Yeah well, other than that he's great. Everyone needs their flaws, after all." Harper told him softly, upon seeing the anger upon his captor's face, he hastily continued. "Don't worry. Tyr's a good Nietzschean. He's from Kodiak Pride. He was trying to kill the Drago-Katsov too."
"If you are sure?"
"Trust me, Tyr's a big old softie." Harper winked at Zap.
"Very well let us find your Nietzschean."
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.
A Changed Environment
Harper awoke slowly, his side burning painfully with ever breath he took. He opened his eyes gingerly, ignoring the sharp pain when he moved his head at all. The room he was being held, if you could in fact call it that, was dark and small more of a dank cell than anything else. He was alone and laying on the cold floor, wearing nothing, although his side was healed somewhat and dressing had been wrapped tightly on his wound.
"At least they don't want me dead, then." Harper mumbled deliriously to himself. "Hopefully Prade is good and dead this time."
"He is." A distorted voice spoke, causing Harper to jump in surprise. He slowly picked himself off the comforting cold floor and raised his head, squinting about the room.
"Where are you?" He asked shakily, trying to fight off the nausea from moving his aching body. "Show yourself."
"What is your name?" The same voice asked, echoing off the walls.
"Harper."
"Very well, Harper. One of my people will be in to speak to you soon."
"Hey, wait a minute, Where's Tyr?" Harper called out. "Come on!"
There was no response.
Harper sat gingerly against the nearest wall, trying not to jar his many injuries. He kept his eyes closed and his body relaxed, biding his time before his captors came to 'speak' to him. In Harper's experience, someone who held him against his will weren't exactly the chatty type, so he was mentally preparing himself for the expected ordeal to come.
He couldn't keep his eyes open after a long while however, and lowered his head to rest. Harper was jerked awake when the doors opened a few minutes later. The man who walked in to the room was obscured by the lighting contrast from the hallway. All Harper caught was that his skin was tinted blue, similar to Trace's male counterpart except without the weird headpieces.
"We have done our best to heal you, Har-per." The alien told him softly, standing a few feet away, looking at him curiously. "We are not familiar with your physiology so we did what we could."
"Thank you, err… what is your name again?"
"Zapleergde." The blue guy answered in a foreign tongue.
"Is it okay if I call you Zap for short?" Harper asked with a smirk. "My human vocal cords don't work that way."
"As you wish, Har-per."
"Cool. Now what happened? Last thing I remember an Uber was stabbing me. How did I get here? Where ever here is."
"The Drago-Katsov attacked our colony a little over sixth months ago. We have been tracking them since. It was your good fortune that we happened to catch up with them when we did. We boarded their ship while they were otherwise occupied with you, and took them by surprise."
"Just what those bastards deserve. But what about Tyr?"
"Tyr? Did you have a companion, then?"
"He's my mate. Tall guy, muscles, long braided hair. Had lots of bruising."
"He is a Nietzschean." Zap exclaimed in surprise.
"Yeah well, other than that he's great. Everyone needs their flaws, after all." Harper told him softly, upon seeing the anger upon his captor's face, he hastily continued. "Don't worry. Tyr's a good Nietzschean. He's from Kodiak Pride. He was trying to kill the Drago-Katsov too."
"If you are sure?"
"Trust me, Tyr's a big old softie." Harper winked at Zap.
"Very well let us find your Nietzschean."