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Tyr tightened his grip on the half limp boy's arm as he dragged him through the crowd. The boy whimpered a few times but Tyr refused to look back at him. This was for the greater good. A drugged Harper could easily play the part of a half-wit slave. He did his best not to let his parental instincts kick in...it was necessary. After all Seamus Harper was not a Nietzschean child. He was weak, sickly and destined to die before his time. At least the child would be part of a bigger story...the rebuilding of the Kodiak. No, better yet the creation of a new tribe.
They finally entered the courtyard he had been looking for. It was round and made of stone. It reminded of the stories he had read as a child of ancient earth and Camelot. But there we're no hero's here only survivors. Just then Tyr felt the boy lean against his leg.
"Sick." The boy murmured.
Tyr pulled Harper out of the way on the main traffic going through the courtyard. He knelt down in front of the boy and pulled him close for a moment. Harper sagged in to his arms.
"To many colours... m'sick."
"You're not sick. What you feel will fade away." Tyr sat with Harper in his arms, as others passed not sparing a glance. "Boy, do you remember when I told you I had a job for you to do?" "Can't work. Sick...Rommie..."
Tyr pulled Harper upright in front of him. "It's time to fulfill your purpose."
Harper blinked back at him dazedly. "Purpose?"
Tyr turned him and pointed to the other side of the courtyard. "Do you see the Nietzscheans over there?"
"No, no I'm not hungry." Harper tried to pull away.
Tyr wished there had been another way now, the drugs we're becoming a burden. Perhaps he had given the boy too much. He sighed heavily. "I need to get something from that building and they are on my way. Once inside I have a plan for you."
Harper tried to pull free once again. "No, Not hungry!"
Tyr shook him lightly. "Listen to me. All you need to do is follow my lead. Act the part of a slave. It's the only way I can sneak you inside."
Despite the drugs the boy made an impressive attempt and saving face. He straightened in Tyr's arms to stand on his own, though shaky and stuck out his chin. "M' nobody's slave."
Tyr rose to his own feet as well and closed his eyes for a brief second. He regretted what he was about to do. He must do what he must. He gave a low growl, his hand rose and he struck Seamus firmly across the face.
In his unstable state Seamus feet left the ground and he slide across the uneven concrete. Harper blinked with surprise but Tyr did not allow him the chance to recover or even wipe the blood from his face. He grabbed Harper by the scruff of his shirt and hauled him to his feet. "You will stay at my heels like the cur you are. Do you understand!?" Tyr, shouted loud enough to cause a few curious marketers to turn their heads and stare.
Harper said nothing all he did was stare up in shock and apparent disbelief. Tyr's gut twisted, he hated this. He was reconfirming everything that was negative about Nietzscheans. But it was all an act, and end to a means. Tyr raised his arm as to strike the boy again. "Answer me when I talk to you and avert your eyes!"
Harper wrapped his thin arms around his head for protection and looked at the ground as he swayed on his feet. "Yes, sir." He squeaked no louder then a mouse.
"Let's go and be quick! You've delayed me enough today." Tyr turned on his heels and trotted out in to the crowd not looking back to see if Harper followed. A few people stared for a moment more before returning to their business. The reprimanding of a slave was not all that uncommon in these parts. Tyr strode directly over to the two Nietzschean guards. "Let me pass, I have counsel with your alpha."
The guard stepped right up to Tyr confronting him. "Who are you to make demands of me or my tribe?"
"I am Tyr Anasazi, out of Victoria by Barbarossa and I am here to claim what is mine!"
"Kodiak." Sneered the other Nietzschean. "You're genealogy is extinct and you are pathetic."
Harper, who had been hiding behind Tyr, took that moment to sneeze. In his unnatural state the sneeze caused him to fall forward right in to the legs of the nearest guard. The guard stumbled then kicked violently at Harper who quickly retreated behind Tyr's legs again. Tyr laughed loudly. "I'm pathetic!? You can't even stand your ground to my half wit slave."
The guard just glared at him. "I will see if the Alpha can speak to you. If not I will find someone to put you in your place Kodiak."
"Scurry, find your alpha. My patience wears thin."
The other guard waited with them by the entrance.
Harper sneezed again this time falling on his butt. Harper then proceeded to bat at something in the air that wasn't there. The guard looked at him with disgust. "What's wrong with it? Is it diseased?"
Tyr shrugged uncaringly. "If it does it's easily replaced."
Finally the other guard returned. "This way." He ordered and they followed.
It was a dark building with low ceilings. The walls were made of old brick and stunk of dampness. There was very little light except for the odd yellow sconce. The boy kept bumping in to the back of his legs. Impatiently, Tyr turned on him raising his hand. Harper immediately fell backwards a few paces his arms covering his head.
"In here!" Growled the guard as they entered a slightly larger room. The room was covered in warm blankets and low chairs. In the corner sat a large Nietzschean pick at a plate of fruit.
Tyr approached him without hesitation. "We had a deal. I bring you the codes for the Andromeda you give me the progenitor's bones."
The man chuckled. "Do you think I'm a fool? I've heard rumors that the Andromeda has been reduced to space garbage. What good are you're codes now?" "Do you believe ever rumor? I just came from there. Damaged yes, but destroyed ...hardly."
"The progenitor's bones are a huge bone contention between my tribe and well, what was your tribe. Why would I give them to you in exchange for a damaged ship?" The Alpha then squinted. "What is that you hide behind your legs?"
"Nothing, just a half wit kludge child...a slave." Replied Tyr dismissively.
It was then Tyr heard Harper moan. "No, no,no... I'm sorry. No,no,no, I'm not hungry." Tyr pulled Harper forward despite his protests. As the Alpha stood up Harper's struggles to get away became more violent, Tyr had to grip his arms so strong that it would leave bruises.
The alpha smiled sinisterly as he stepped forward to grip Harper face roughly in his hands. He inspected him as if he was a piece of ripe fruit. "Well, Anasazi this is interesting."
"What? It's just a useless Kludge he is nothing."
"Useless yes, but I know him. His mudfoot father killed my Brother. I had taken this small one when he stole from my spaceport on earth. It's sire had the nerve to try to reclaim him and killed my brother. I was embarrassed and my family shamed. It took me a long time to regain my status with in the tribe."
"What do I care of your weakness'!?" Tyr snarled indignantly.
"Well, Tyr Anasazi of Kodiak Pride. I Dionysus Zeus, Alpha of the Drago Kazov am prepared to make a new deal."
Tyr frowned. This wasn't a part of his plan.
TBC
Tyr tightened his grip on the half limp boy's arm as he dragged him through the crowd. The boy whimpered a few times but Tyr refused to look back at him. This was for the greater good. A drugged Harper could easily play the part of a half-wit slave. He did his best not to let his parental instincts kick in...it was necessary. After all Seamus Harper was not a Nietzschean child. He was weak, sickly and destined to die before his time. At least the child would be part of a bigger story...the rebuilding of the Kodiak. No, better yet the creation of a new tribe.
They finally entered the courtyard he had been looking for. It was round and made of stone. It reminded of the stories he had read as a child of ancient earth and Camelot. But there we're no hero's here only survivors. Just then Tyr felt the boy lean against his leg.
"Sick." The boy murmured.
Tyr pulled Harper out of the way on the main traffic going through the courtyard. He knelt down in front of the boy and pulled him close for a moment. Harper sagged in to his arms.
"To many colours... m'sick."
"You're not sick. What you feel will fade away." Tyr sat with Harper in his arms, as others passed not sparing a glance. "Boy, do you remember when I told you I had a job for you to do?" "Can't work. Sick...Rommie..."
Tyr pulled Harper upright in front of him. "It's time to fulfill your purpose."
Harper blinked back at him dazedly. "Purpose?"
Tyr turned him and pointed to the other side of the courtyard. "Do you see the Nietzscheans over there?"
"No, no I'm not hungry." Harper tried to pull away.
Tyr wished there had been another way now, the drugs we're becoming a burden. Perhaps he had given the boy too much. He sighed heavily. "I need to get something from that building and they are on my way. Once inside I have a plan for you."
Harper tried to pull free once again. "No, Not hungry!"
Tyr shook him lightly. "Listen to me. All you need to do is follow my lead. Act the part of a slave. It's the only way I can sneak you inside."
Despite the drugs the boy made an impressive attempt and saving face. He straightened in Tyr's arms to stand on his own, though shaky and stuck out his chin. "M' nobody's slave."
Tyr rose to his own feet as well and closed his eyes for a brief second. He regretted what he was about to do. He must do what he must. He gave a low growl, his hand rose and he struck Seamus firmly across the face.
In his unstable state Seamus feet left the ground and he slide across the uneven concrete. Harper blinked with surprise but Tyr did not allow him the chance to recover or even wipe the blood from his face. He grabbed Harper by the scruff of his shirt and hauled him to his feet. "You will stay at my heels like the cur you are. Do you understand!?" Tyr, shouted loud enough to cause a few curious marketers to turn their heads and stare.
Harper said nothing all he did was stare up in shock and apparent disbelief. Tyr's gut twisted, he hated this. He was reconfirming everything that was negative about Nietzscheans. But it was all an act, and end to a means. Tyr raised his arm as to strike the boy again. "Answer me when I talk to you and avert your eyes!"
Harper wrapped his thin arms around his head for protection and looked at the ground as he swayed on his feet. "Yes, sir." He squeaked no louder then a mouse.
"Let's go and be quick! You've delayed me enough today." Tyr turned on his heels and trotted out in to the crowd not looking back to see if Harper followed. A few people stared for a moment more before returning to their business. The reprimanding of a slave was not all that uncommon in these parts. Tyr strode directly over to the two Nietzschean guards. "Let me pass, I have counsel with your alpha."
The guard stepped right up to Tyr confronting him. "Who are you to make demands of me or my tribe?"
"I am Tyr Anasazi, out of Victoria by Barbarossa and I am here to claim what is mine!"
"Kodiak." Sneered the other Nietzschean. "You're genealogy is extinct and you are pathetic."
Harper, who had been hiding behind Tyr, took that moment to sneeze. In his unnatural state the sneeze caused him to fall forward right in to the legs of the nearest guard. The guard stumbled then kicked violently at Harper who quickly retreated behind Tyr's legs again. Tyr laughed loudly. "I'm pathetic!? You can't even stand your ground to my half wit slave."
The guard just glared at him. "I will see if the Alpha can speak to you. If not I will find someone to put you in your place Kodiak."
"Scurry, find your alpha. My patience wears thin."
The other guard waited with them by the entrance.
Harper sneezed again this time falling on his butt. Harper then proceeded to bat at something in the air that wasn't there. The guard looked at him with disgust. "What's wrong with it? Is it diseased?"
Tyr shrugged uncaringly. "If it does it's easily replaced."
Finally the other guard returned. "This way." He ordered and they followed.
It was a dark building with low ceilings. The walls were made of old brick and stunk of dampness. There was very little light except for the odd yellow sconce. The boy kept bumping in to the back of his legs. Impatiently, Tyr turned on him raising his hand. Harper immediately fell backwards a few paces his arms covering his head.
"In here!" Growled the guard as they entered a slightly larger room. The room was covered in warm blankets and low chairs. In the corner sat a large Nietzschean pick at a plate of fruit.
Tyr approached him without hesitation. "We had a deal. I bring you the codes for the Andromeda you give me the progenitor's bones."
The man chuckled. "Do you think I'm a fool? I've heard rumors that the Andromeda has been reduced to space garbage. What good are you're codes now?" "Do you believe ever rumor? I just came from there. Damaged yes, but destroyed ...hardly."
"The progenitor's bones are a huge bone contention between my tribe and well, what was your tribe. Why would I give them to you in exchange for a damaged ship?" The Alpha then squinted. "What is that you hide behind your legs?"
"Nothing, just a half wit kludge child...a slave." Replied Tyr dismissively.
It was then Tyr heard Harper moan. "No, no,no... I'm sorry. No,no,no, I'm not hungry." Tyr pulled Harper forward despite his protests. As the Alpha stood up Harper's struggles to get away became more violent, Tyr had to grip his arms so strong that it would leave bruises.
The alpha smiled sinisterly as he stepped forward to grip Harper face roughly in his hands. He inspected him as if he was a piece of ripe fruit. "Well, Anasazi this is interesting."
"What? It's just a useless Kludge he is nothing."
"Useless yes, but I know him. His mudfoot father killed my Brother. I had taken this small one when he stole from my spaceport on earth. It's sire had the nerve to try to reclaim him and killed my brother. I was embarrassed and my family shamed. It took me a long time to regain my status with in the tribe."
"What do I care of your weakness'!?" Tyr snarled indignantly.
"Well, Tyr Anasazi of Kodiak Pride. I Dionysus Zeus, Alpha of the Drago Kazov am prepared to make a new deal."
Tyr frowned. This wasn't a part of his plan.
TBC