Captive Entanglements 41/?
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.
I got a review a bit ago, saying that the last chapter was a good spot to end the story, before it went on needlessly. I thought about it, although I had planned to write more, and have decided I could do it either way. So I will put the choice up to you. Shall I end the fic over the next two chapters or write further? Sorry for the lateness of the update, but I couldn't decide whether to leave the fic as was.
Camaraderie
The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the corridor as Harper and Tyr advanced towards the oncoming Magog. Before the Magog could get too close, they were cut down by weapon's fire as Harper and Tyr took aim. A minute later the hall was littered with fury bodies, twitching from their many wounds.
"Come on let's go before more arrive." Tyr said, grabbing Harper and pushing him around the corner at a run.
"Alright, man. Hold your horses, I'm going." Harper whined half-heartedly as he ran through the ship at top speed. The two crewmembers footfalls were the only noise to be heard for a while as they traversed the remaining distance to the armory for the heavy artillery that would help them fight the threat of the intruding Magog.
As Harper preceded Tyr up the ladder onto Deck Seven, he was taken by surprise when his arm was tore by a Magog's claw. There were only two thankfully and Harper managed to shoot them with his other hand using the force lance. His gauss gun was lying uselessly on the floor as he leveled himself up with one hand. He pushed the body of the dead Magog out of the way and collapsed were he lay, letting his arm bleed all over the ground.
"Boy?" Tyr called from below, pushing the feet that still blocked the tunnels exit to the side as he rose. "Are you well?"
"Just great, Tyr." Harper told him from his spot on the floor, watching as Tyr saw the bodies for the first time. He watched as Tyr's boots came closer and closer to his face until the almost touched his nose. The Nietzschean kneeled down and pulled Harper up sideways so that he was leaning against his side comfortably.
Once Harper was upright, Tyr pulled off his own shirt and tied it tightly on Harper's still-bleeding wound, causing his mate to moan softly from the pressure exerted. Harper extended the force lance with a twist of his right wrist and with his left arm held closely to his side, followed Tyr onward.
They ran across a few more swarms of rabid Magog before they cut through the Arboretum near the Armory. The room was dark and looked menacing, a far cry from the peace usually present. Even the plants seemed particularly ferocious.
Just as the twosome was close to the door they were tackled from behind with a growl. Tyr was the first to regain his footing and was just about to attack their assailant when Harper felt a furry hand patting his face.
"You furry freak." He shrieked thoroughly weirded out. "Leave me alone."
As quickly as the Magog had attacked it retreated, just missing a large forearm complete with bone blades to the face.
"Forgive me, Master Harper."
"Rev?" Harper called out in disbelief, just noticing as Tyr went for his head. "It's alright big guy, he's a friend."
"He's a Magog." Tyr sneered, still glaring at the prostate Magog menacingly.
"That too." Harper agreed. "But he's on our side. Trust me if he wasn't I would be food by now, especially with all the blood I'm spewing all over the place."
Before Tyr could respond the walls began to shake with the sound of banging coming from all around them. They were surrounded.
"I just had to mention food, didn't I?"
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.
I got a review a bit ago, saying that the last chapter was a good spot to end the story, before it went on needlessly. I thought about it, although I had planned to write more, and have decided I could do it either way. So I will put the choice up to you. Shall I end the fic over the next two chapters or write further? Sorry for the lateness of the update, but I couldn't decide whether to leave the fic as was.
Camaraderie
The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the corridor as Harper and Tyr advanced towards the oncoming Magog. Before the Magog could get too close, they were cut down by weapon's fire as Harper and Tyr took aim. A minute later the hall was littered with fury bodies, twitching from their many wounds.
"Come on let's go before more arrive." Tyr said, grabbing Harper and pushing him around the corner at a run.
"Alright, man. Hold your horses, I'm going." Harper whined half-heartedly as he ran through the ship at top speed. The two crewmembers footfalls were the only noise to be heard for a while as they traversed the remaining distance to the armory for the heavy artillery that would help them fight the threat of the intruding Magog.
As Harper preceded Tyr up the ladder onto Deck Seven, he was taken by surprise when his arm was tore by a Magog's claw. There were only two thankfully and Harper managed to shoot them with his other hand using the force lance. His gauss gun was lying uselessly on the floor as he leveled himself up with one hand. He pushed the body of the dead Magog out of the way and collapsed were he lay, letting his arm bleed all over the ground.
"Boy?" Tyr called from below, pushing the feet that still blocked the tunnels exit to the side as he rose. "Are you well?"
"Just great, Tyr." Harper told him from his spot on the floor, watching as Tyr saw the bodies for the first time. He watched as Tyr's boots came closer and closer to his face until the almost touched his nose. The Nietzschean kneeled down and pulled Harper up sideways so that he was leaning against his side comfortably.
Once Harper was upright, Tyr pulled off his own shirt and tied it tightly on Harper's still-bleeding wound, causing his mate to moan softly from the pressure exerted. Harper extended the force lance with a twist of his right wrist and with his left arm held closely to his side, followed Tyr onward.
They ran across a few more swarms of rabid Magog before they cut through the Arboretum near the Armory. The room was dark and looked menacing, a far cry from the peace usually present. Even the plants seemed particularly ferocious.
Just as the twosome was close to the door they were tackled from behind with a growl. Tyr was the first to regain his footing and was just about to attack their assailant when Harper felt a furry hand patting his face.
"You furry freak." He shrieked thoroughly weirded out. "Leave me alone."
As quickly as the Magog had attacked it retreated, just missing a large forearm complete with bone blades to the face.
"Forgive me, Master Harper."
"Rev?" Harper called out in disbelief, just noticing as Tyr went for his head. "It's alright big guy, he's a friend."
"He's a Magog." Tyr sneered, still glaring at the prostate Magog menacingly.
"That too." Harper agreed. "But he's on our side. Trust me if he wasn't I would be food by now, especially with all the blood I'm spewing all over the place."
Before Tyr could respond the walls began to shake with the sound of banging coming from all around them. They were surrounded.
"I just had to mention food, didn't I?"