Captive Entanglements 42/?
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.
Overrun
The three crewmembers gathered in the center of the room standing back facing out so that no direction remained uncovered. Harper held his force lance ably in one hand while gripping a dagger tightly in his injured one. Tyr was holding a large energy weapon poised to fire, on his thigh was a sharp knife as well as another pistol. Rev was aptly armed with his own body, and his razor sharp claws were held at the ready.
Sure enough before they could converse further the Magog attacked viciously. All three fought well, dispatching Magog in large numbers, but there seemed to be no end in sight.
"Watch out boy!" Tyr called out in a warning growl as he imbedded his knife into a Magog that was about to munch on Harper from behind. Harper twisted around in shock as he saw the blade glint by, only to be knocked over for his troubles. From his position sprawled on the ground Harper killed his attacker with a swipe of his dagger as it moved to bite him.
"Thanks, Big Guy." Harper called out in response, although all of his attention was now refocused on the Magog. Rev was fighting single-mindedly, having overcome his general aversion to violence, cutting a bloody swath through their enemies. Their defense tightened over time however until they were literally fighting back to back with no room to maneuver as the Magog attacked from all sides. They were quickly being overrun.
"Rommie, a little help here." Harper gasped in between grunts of exertion while blocking a claw swipe at his head with the force lance.
"Bots are converging in your direction. They should be there in one minute thirty seconds." Andromeda answered overhead.
"That's great, but I don't think we have a minutes thirty seconds left." He called as the hologram dematerialized.
"It will take many more of these furry beasts to kill Tyr Anastazi." Tyr told him confidently as he snapped a furry neck and began fighting anew. The next minute were the longest of Harper's life and he spent all his concentration on simply surviving. Fortunately with his colored past survival had become as natural as breathing, and he fought dirty when necessary.
While during the intervening time the Magog's numbers did not decline overly much, no longer were the three on the defensive. The Maria bots arrived just as they were beginning to tire and they hastily made their retreat, blocking off the exits as they did so.
The bots had few of the disadvantages as the crew, and as such would have trouble destroying the roomful of Magog. Had their been more of the bots the Magog wouldn't have stood a chance of taking over the Andromeda. As it was the ship housed only twenty bots, not nearly enough to be effective on a larger scale.
They ignored the banging as they traveled quickly to the armory and only relaxed slightly as the doors slid shut behind them. The quiet was almost eerie in contrast to the sounds of battle from a few seconds prior and the boys made no move to interrupt it as they began gathering the thermal grenades and other high-powered weapons they would need. Tyr looked like a kid at Christmas surrounded by all the weaponry and was having a difficult time deciding what to take with him.
"Once we get to the bridge, Andromeda can seal it off from the rest of the ship and eject the breathable air. Hopefully those that it doesn't kill will be pulled out into space." Harper told them, having discussed options with Andromeda before in case of a large-scale attack such as this.
"We need only get to the bridge then?" Rev questioned.
"Right and Trance should be there by the time we arrive. She was only a deck down." Harper explained, hoping that she would be all right on her own.
"What are we waiting for then?" Tyr asked gruffly as he opened the door and strode out leaving Harper to glare after his retreating back.
"Yeah, let's run straight toward the Magog why don't we? We can even present our necks for them too. Impatient bastard." Harper grumbled as he followed his mate down the hall, ignoring Rev's amused chuckle.
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.
Overrun
The three crewmembers gathered in the center of the room standing back facing out so that no direction remained uncovered. Harper held his force lance ably in one hand while gripping a dagger tightly in his injured one. Tyr was holding a large energy weapon poised to fire, on his thigh was a sharp knife as well as another pistol. Rev was aptly armed with his own body, and his razor sharp claws were held at the ready.
Sure enough before they could converse further the Magog attacked viciously. All three fought well, dispatching Magog in large numbers, but there seemed to be no end in sight.
"Watch out boy!" Tyr called out in a warning growl as he imbedded his knife into a Magog that was about to munch on Harper from behind. Harper twisted around in shock as he saw the blade glint by, only to be knocked over for his troubles. From his position sprawled on the ground Harper killed his attacker with a swipe of his dagger as it moved to bite him.
"Thanks, Big Guy." Harper called out in response, although all of his attention was now refocused on the Magog. Rev was fighting single-mindedly, having overcome his general aversion to violence, cutting a bloody swath through their enemies. Their defense tightened over time however until they were literally fighting back to back with no room to maneuver as the Magog attacked from all sides. They were quickly being overrun.
"Rommie, a little help here." Harper gasped in between grunts of exertion while blocking a claw swipe at his head with the force lance.
"Bots are converging in your direction. They should be there in one minute thirty seconds." Andromeda answered overhead.
"That's great, but I don't think we have a minutes thirty seconds left." He called as the hologram dematerialized.
"It will take many more of these furry beasts to kill Tyr Anastazi." Tyr told him confidently as he snapped a furry neck and began fighting anew. The next minute were the longest of Harper's life and he spent all his concentration on simply surviving. Fortunately with his colored past survival had become as natural as breathing, and he fought dirty when necessary.
While during the intervening time the Magog's numbers did not decline overly much, no longer were the three on the defensive. The Maria bots arrived just as they were beginning to tire and they hastily made their retreat, blocking off the exits as they did so.
The bots had few of the disadvantages as the crew, and as such would have trouble destroying the roomful of Magog. Had their been more of the bots the Magog wouldn't have stood a chance of taking over the Andromeda. As it was the ship housed only twenty bots, not nearly enough to be effective on a larger scale.
They ignored the banging as they traveled quickly to the armory and only relaxed slightly as the doors slid shut behind them. The quiet was almost eerie in contrast to the sounds of battle from a few seconds prior and the boys made no move to interrupt it as they began gathering the thermal grenades and other high-powered weapons they would need. Tyr looked like a kid at Christmas surrounded by all the weaponry and was having a difficult time deciding what to take with him.
"Once we get to the bridge, Andromeda can seal it off from the rest of the ship and eject the breathable air. Hopefully those that it doesn't kill will be pulled out into space." Harper told them, having discussed options with Andromeda before in case of a large-scale attack such as this.
"We need only get to the bridge then?" Rev questioned.
"Right and Trance should be there by the time we arrive. She was only a deck down." Harper explained, hoping that she would be all right on her own.
"What are we waiting for then?" Tyr asked gruffly as he opened the door and strode out leaving Harper to glare after his retreating back.
"Yeah, let's run straight toward the Magog why don't we? We can even present our necks for them too. Impatient bastard." Harper grumbled as he followed his mate down the hall, ignoring Rev's amused chuckle.