Captive Entanglements 34/?
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.
Disparaging Perspectives
"Tyr man, you obviously don't remember me, but I am here to get you out of here. There was a simple misunderstanding with these men here. You were shocked using a cortical stimulator before I could explain things to Zap here. This caused you a bit of memory loss." Harper explained quickly, glaring at the man still holding Tyr in restraints. "I'm sure they will let us contact the Andromeda and get us back on board our ship. Trance will patch you up in no time."
"Do you really expect me to believe that I am on the same ship as you, boy?" Tyr asked, sneering in disdain at the smaller man. "Unless you are a courtesan, perhaps."
"Go to hell, Tyr." Harper growled angrily, turning his attentions to Zap once again. "You will allow me to contact my ship, will you not?"
"Of course, Har-per. We are most grievously sorry for harming your mate."
"Mate?"
"Yeah, Big Guy. Better get used to it." Harper told him seriously, slapping Tyr on the back. "You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."
"Zap, come on man. Release him and we can get out of your hair."
"I do not think that is a sound idea. The Nietzschean doesn't seem to be cooperative. He may attack us even with your reassurance that he is not like Prade."
"You're right, but then again you did spend the last little while torturing him. Hell if that was me I'd be planning slow excruciating ways for you to die." Harper told Zap grimly. "You wouldn't have to worry about Tyr's reaction had he been permanently injured any further."
"It would be to your determent to threaten us, young sir. We outnumber you in vast numbers. Had it not been for our hospitality you would be dead with the others on their ship."
"Perhaps, but who do you think took out so many of the Dragans before you got there?" Harper asked softly, his stance slightly dangerous.
"There were over thirty men just in the corridors alone." Zap exclaimed in disbelief. "Not to mention the others in the docking bay."
"Correct, so you don't want to piss me off then, do you?" Harper asked quietly, before turning back to Tyr, who had been listening attentively to the whole conversation.
"We will contact the Andromeda, until then, why don't you keep Tyr company." Zap told Harper before retreating quickly from the room.
"Let's see just what I can do about your collar." Harper told Tyr softly, patting his hair and he sat closer, ignoring Tyr's snarl as he moved his braids off his neck. "Try to relax. Dylan should be here soon."
"Who is Dylan?" Tyr asked hesitantly.
"He's the captain of the Andromeda Ascendant, a warship relic from the Commonwealth's glory days. He has a bit of a hero complex, but you get used to it. He's a good guy, although a bit naïve sometimes."
"You call your captain by his first name?"
"Sure. When you've been through as many near death experiences as we all have it becomes second nature. Besides with only seven of us on board we are informal most of the time."
"Hmmm."
"Shush now, and let me work." Harper told him as he opened the outer rim of the collar and went to work.
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.
Disparaging Perspectives
"Tyr man, you obviously don't remember me, but I am here to get you out of here. There was a simple misunderstanding with these men here. You were shocked using a cortical stimulator before I could explain things to Zap here. This caused you a bit of memory loss." Harper explained quickly, glaring at the man still holding Tyr in restraints. "I'm sure they will let us contact the Andromeda and get us back on board our ship. Trance will patch you up in no time."
"Do you really expect me to believe that I am on the same ship as you, boy?" Tyr asked, sneering in disdain at the smaller man. "Unless you are a courtesan, perhaps."
"Go to hell, Tyr." Harper growled angrily, turning his attentions to Zap once again. "You will allow me to contact my ship, will you not?"
"Of course, Har-per. We are most grievously sorry for harming your mate."
"Mate?"
"Yeah, Big Guy. Better get used to it." Harper told him seriously, slapping Tyr on the back. "You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."
"Zap, come on man. Release him and we can get out of your hair."
"I do not think that is a sound idea. The Nietzschean doesn't seem to be cooperative. He may attack us even with your reassurance that he is not like Prade."
"You're right, but then again you did spend the last little while torturing him. Hell if that was me I'd be planning slow excruciating ways for you to die." Harper told Zap grimly. "You wouldn't have to worry about Tyr's reaction had he been permanently injured any further."
"It would be to your determent to threaten us, young sir. We outnumber you in vast numbers. Had it not been for our hospitality you would be dead with the others on their ship."
"Perhaps, but who do you think took out so many of the Dragans before you got there?" Harper asked softly, his stance slightly dangerous.
"There were over thirty men just in the corridors alone." Zap exclaimed in disbelief. "Not to mention the others in the docking bay."
"Correct, so you don't want to piss me off then, do you?" Harper asked quietly, before turning back to Tyr, who had been listening attentively to the whole conversation.
"We will contact the Andromeda, until then, why don't you keep Tyr company." Zap told Harper before retreating quickly from the room.
"Let's see just what I can do about your collar." Harper told Tyr softly, patting his hair and he sat closer, ignoring Tyr's snarl as he moved his braids off his neck. "Try to relax. Dylan should be here soon."
"Who is Dylan?" Tyr asked hesitantly.
"He's the captain of the Andromeda Ascendant, a warship relic from the Commonwealth's glory days. He has a bit of a hero complex, but you get used to it. He's a good guy, although a bit naïve sometimes."
"You call your captain by his first name?"
"Sure. When you've been through as many near death experiences as we all have it becomes second nature. Besides with only seven of us on board we are informal most of the time."
"Hmmm."
"Shush now, and let me work." Harper told him as he opened the outer rim of the collar and went to work.