Chapter 1

  After three long weeks aboard the Eureka Maru, Tyr and Harper were thrilled to once again be within hailing distance of the Andromeda.  With their mission to obtain Jeridian Ore a success, all either of them could think about was a soft bed and a hot meal, not necessarily in that order.  Due to their preoccupation, neither noticed anything amiss until they had docked the Maru in Holding Bay 12.  As Tyr shut down the Maru, Harper made his way off the ship with the ore, in an attempt to put some much needed distance between himself and the resident Nietzschean.  Being around any Nietschean for extended periods of time brought out unpleasant memories of Harpers years on Earth.  Most of the time Harper didnt have the time to think about it, what with the Andromeda being constantly in danger, but being in confined quarters with Tyr afforded him with time to brood.  This is why Harper didnt realize  that Captain Hunt hadnt come out to meet the incoming ship upon landing to get a success report.  As soon as Harper stepped out of  the holding bay Holo-Rommie, the ships holographic AI, materialized in front of him looking quite distressed for a warship.

 RomDoll,  whats the matter? Harper immediately asked once he saw the barely concealed panic on the Avatars usually emotionless face.

 Is Tyr with you? Rommie asked.

 Yeah, hes right-

 Behind you, Little Man. Tyr interrupted, startling Harper in the process.  What seems to be the problem, Ship?

 Dylan and the rest of the crew have been kidnapped.  My AI is offline on Deck 72 and many of the ships systems are down.  Andromeda responded while phasing in and out of sight.

 We leave for three weeks, and everything goes to hell in a hand basket.  Where was the crew taken, and by whom? Harper asked trying to remain calm, while imagining all the worst possible scenarios his well-versed mind could come up with.

 Four ships came out of nowhere two days ago and attacked without warning.  Before we could defend ourselves,  I was hit with an electric plasma burst.  It knocked out my AI and most other essential systems, when I came back online earlier today the others were missing.  Their ships left a fuel signature, but it was so minuscule that I could not isolate it to follow their course. 

 I may be able to fine tune the tracking system depending on the type of vessels we are looking for.  Do we have a visual snan before your systems went offline?  Harper asked in a reasonable tone of voice., hoping to calm down the warship.

 Look at the terminal to your left and I will replay the scan from before the battle.  However, I doubt it will do you any good.  The ships were of unknown origin and are not in my databanks. Rommie answered morosely, only to be cut off by an irate Tyr.

 If you were not aware, you have a 300-year gape in your database records.  Since both myself and Mister Harper have actually lived in these times more then six months, perhaps the ship analysis should be left to us.  Now, you will show us the footage.Now! Tyr practically growled at the hologram.

 After a few seconds the silence was filled with the sounds of weapons fire.  Four large white ships appeared out of nowhere, looking like three-dimensional diamonds.  Harper was so preoccupied with the fire fight onscreen that it took him by surprise when he heard Tyr swear under his breath.  Dragging his attention to the Nietzschean by his side, he noticed that Tyr kept clenching his fists and looked ready to hit something. 

 You know these dudes, Big Guy?  Harper asked.

 The Talasian Guard.  Only the top mercenaries and bounty hunters for hire in the known worlds.  We need to assess the damage to this ship, first and foremost, then we can strategize our next move. Tyr growled in response to the ships on screen. While striding towards the bridge with Harper following at his side.

 You know Big Guy, when Dylan pisses people off, he does it in grand style.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

After forty-six hours of repair work, tinkering with the tracking system and little sleep, the Andromeda was fully operational, and her avatar was capable of navigating the ship.

 Admit it Tyr, Im a freakin genius!  Exclaimed Seamus Zalanzy Harper, Andromedas engineer and self-proclaimed god.  The only response was a snort from Tyr that could either be interpreted as amused or annoyed-and-barely-keeping-his-homicidal-urges-in-check.  With Tyr it was hard to tell.  He has the whole imposing warrior thing down to an art form.

 I will withhold comment until it is determined that we can follow the Guards fuel trail.

 Harper was tempted to stick his tongue out at Tyr but decided against it due to the fact that he needed that particular organ intact to be able to proclaim his genius to the world.  Instead he initiated the newly improved tracking system and waited for the coordinates to be calculated astronomically.  A few minutes later a star chart came on screen showing the ships trajectory and destination.

 They are heading into the Orion system.  Setting a course to follow.  ETA to Braxus 7: Three hours and twenty-seven minutes. After which time Rommie will navigate the Andromeda Ascendant, leaving you free to dock the Maru on Braxus 7.  Andromedas hologram said, appearing briefly after which point she disappeared altogether.

 This day just keeps getting better.  How are we going to rescue the crew on a world inhabited by murderers, criminals and mercenaries?  Harper asked, directing his question at Tyr, who looked as unperturbed as ever.

 You are familiar with Braxus? Tyr asked raising an eyebrow curiously.

 I was stranded there for a few weeks, three years back, when a supply run of Bekas went bad. I explained giving him the least amount of details possible.  After I got back on the Maru I had hoped never to see it again.

 I wouldnt worry Little Man.  I plan on going planet-side alone. Tyr responded.  I am sure you can keep yourself busy and out of trouble until I get back.

 Like hell you are! Harper snarled while grabbing Tyr by the upper arm when it looked as if he would leave.  None of Tyrs surprise showed on his face as he stared down the human engineer.  Feeling intimidated by Tyrs anger, Harper backed off and put ten feet between them.

 Im going with you.  I would suggest Rommie, but unfortunately she wouldnt be fully operational by then.  Believe me, I dont want to go down there anymore than you want me there, but someone has to watch your back.

 Youre a liability in a fight, boy.  I will most likely be forced to rescue you if you insist on accompanying me.  In case you had forgotten , I was a mercenary before I joined Dylans idealistic mission.  As such I can handle a few cutthroats.  Tyr reminded him.

 True, but I would feel better if I was with you.  This isnt up for discussion.  I will either go with you or I will follow you down there. Harper acknowledged.

 What makes you think I am interested in making you feel better?  I could always knock you out and lock you in the brig until I return.  Tyr snarled, his voice dripping venom.  Since Harpers determination to go had already convinced Tyr, he was just waiting to see how long Harper could remain serious  without cracking a joke.  He had never seen this side of Harper before, and quite frankly was having trouble reconciling it with the sarcastic, perpetually bouncy engineer he thought he knew.

 Nothing, but in this case what makes me feel better will also enhance your chances of survival.  Harper sneered the last few words, making his contempt obvious to the Nietschean.

 Awfully sure of yourself, Little Professor.  Tyr commented quizzically.

 Do you really think I would risk my life going down to an outlaw world to rescue three people accompanied by a Nietschean of all things, if I thought there was no chance of survival?  Harper questioned incredulously.  Give me a little credit Tyr.  I am not about to throw my life away after having survived for twenty-four years.

 Very well, if you insist on going we should get ready.  We have about an hour before we can disembark on the Eureka Maru.  Be on time.  Tyr ordered, leaving Harper behind on the bridge.

 Harper sat down in Dylans chair with a sigh, resting his head in his hands, only now allowing his fear to show.  He would never give Tyr the satisfaction of seeing him scared, but a life full of Nietschean oppression wasnt easily gotten over in a few months.  Now that he was alone the terror he felt standing up to Tyr, as well as the idea of volunteering returning to Braxus, kept in check because he couldnt afford to show weakness in front of a Nietschean, crept out in the form of shaking hands and a few tears.  He stayed hunched in place with his whole body shaking for a few minutes until he finally got himself back under control.  Harper made his way off the bridge back to his quarters to gather supplies, never seeing the leather and chain mail clad Nietschean watching him from the shadows.

 

Chapter 3

 

Once Harper got back to his quarters he immediately went to his closet.  There on the very bottom was a hidden compartment where he stored some supplies from his years on Earth.  After he came aboard the Andromeda he hid them and tried to put all of his past memory behind him.  Reaching his hand into the compartment he took out a high tech lock pick , night vision and infrared gear, a modified blaster, a vast assortment of bombs, including shrillers and two daggers.  Leaving them on the floor he proceeded to go through his clothes until he found what he was looking for at the very back of the closet near the wall.  Harper picked up the worn leather duffel bag and dumped its contents on the bed after which he placed the bag on the floor next to his other goodies.  Harper changed into the leather trench coat after donning a pair of black pants and green mesh shirt.

  The weapons were mostly a stockpile from Earth, with the exception of the blaster, whereas the clothing was purchased on Sinti Drift after Beka dropped him off the first time.  His clothes up until he left Earth were mostly rags stolen off of dead bodies, and sewn together pieces of fabric.  So his first pieces of real clothing were bought with most of his life savings, bought so that he could hope to fit in with the criminals and drifters.  Even though the months that followed were some of the worst in Harpers admittedly short, yet well-versed life, he kept the clothes as a reminder of where hed come from and who he had been.

 After he put the lock pick gear and surveillance equipment into the duffel bag, Harper proceeded to arm himself as he hadnt felt the need to do in years.  Before he was done, Harper had a dagger strapped  to the small of his back as well as one on his left leg, the blaster holstered on his right hip, while he filled the inner pockets of his trench coat with shrillers, micro-thermal bombs, and the cables for his data port.
 
 Walking the halls of the Andromeda wearing his old gear seemed surreal to Harper as he made his way to where the Eureka Maru was docked.  Carrying the extra weight of the both the weapons and trench coat was a little uncomfortable at first, but once Harper got used to them again it caused no further problems.  Upon entering the docking bay, Harper saw Tyr moving supplies off the Maru to be replaced with fresh rations and fuel, since they had just returned from a mission everything else was already accounted for.

 Are you planning on helping me Harper, or just standing there staring all day? Tyr asked without turning away from his inventory startling Harper in the process.  Without answering Tyrs question directly Harper moved to help the Nietzschean catalog the rest of the equipment.  As Harper moved directly into Tyrs line of sight, he couldnt help gasping softly in surprise at Harpers change in wardrobe.

 What?  If Im planning on going down there, I am going to look the part of a mercenary.So what do you think? Harper asked while striking a dramatic pose.  Will I do?

 No one will believe youre disreputable with that grin on your face, Little Man. Tyr commented while smirking at Harpers antics.

 Come on man, do I look dangerous or not? Harper whined shoving his hands in his pockets.

 The clothes dont make a man dangerous.  You are trying too hard, and for god sakes mercenaries dont bounce around.   Stand still. Tyr growled playfully.  Lets go before I change my mind.

 After the supplies were on board and the ship was refueled Harper and Tyr disembarked leaving strict instructions for Rommie to monitor them at all times once they reached the surface.  Although she was still angry at being left behind, Rommie was more concerned with her missing crew, and so agreed to let Harper accompany Tyr down instead.  It took 1.7 hours for the Maru to get to Braxus and by the time they arrived it was after dark.  Gathering up their belongings they made their way off the ship and onto the docking ring.

 If I remember correctly there is a small hotel over a bar in that direction. Harper said pointing passed the panhandlers and vendors to his left.  We can start searching and dropping names tomorrow after we get a good nights sleep.

 Lead the way. Tyr gestured encouragingly, all the while keeping close watch of those in the immediate vicinity. 

 The people on this planet were exactly the type he worked with as a mercenary: skilled in their chosen field and always looking out for themselves.  For the most part that philosophy bothered him not at all, he still being a Nietzschean after all, but now after being domesticated by humans these people just made him extremely wary.  Of course he would never share that particular observation with anybody.  He did have an image to maintain after all.  Still, he was worried about the crew.  Although they could all look after themselves for the most part, with the note able exception of Harper, this kidnapping, made Tyr uneasy.  It had a well-planned, ruthless quality to it that Tyr had to admire, but not when it was responsible for hurting his pride.  And these often annoying, mismatched group of people had become his pride, and by extension his family. 

 Tyr pitied those responsible for their capture because one thing he knew for sure was that the crew of the Andromeda were loyal to each other, as was evident with Harper, and that was when they were the most dangerous.  The boy was obviously uncomfortable being on this planet, but you wouldnt be able to tell by looking at him.  Harper blended in surprisingly well with the natives, and his face was impassive and ruthless looking.  The only thing that hinted that Harper was uncomfortable was his close proximity to Tyr.  Usually Harper never gets within touching distance of Tyr unless he has no choice, the fact that in this case, a Nietzschean is the lesser of two evils, gives a good idea of how scared Harper really was.
 
 As they entered the bar, Tyr noticed Harper put his hands in his pants pockets in a seemingly innocent gesture which just happened to show his blaster hanging low on his hip.  He didnt give Harper credit for being so premeditated.  Most of the inhabitants of the bar were Nietzscheans, glancing around Tyr saw crests from the Sabra-Jaguar, Drago-Katsov, Panther-Libra and Lizar-Mendar Prides.  It seemed they walked right into a meeting of sorts for Nietzscheans, looking over at Harper he noticed the momentary surprise pass over his face before it once again was expressionless.  Taking control of the situation Tyr sauntered up to the bay, closely followed by Harper, ignoring the glares and calculating looks directed their way, Tyr sat down and ordered a synthol.  He raised a questioning eyebrow when Harper simply ordered a water rather than an alcoholic beverage, and then set about covertly observing the room.

 What the hell are we supposed to do to keep ourselves occupied for two days until Galileo arrives? Harper whined petulantly, while deliberately projecting his voice so that the nearby patrons could hear.  God I hate transport ships.  They are never on time.

 There is nothing we can do except wait until he gets here.  Now stop your whining boy, or I will snap your neck! Tyr growled convincingly while idly caressing his glass, keeping an eye on who was listening to their conversation.

 Better men than you have tried, Uber!  Yet Im still alive. Harper jeered while taking a hearty swig of his water and getting the barkeeps attention.  I need a room for tonight as far away from this bastard as possible.  After throwing some throngs on the bar in payment for a room and the drink, Harper grabbed his bag and the key and made his retreat up the back stairs, cursing Tyrs lineage as he went.

 

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Chapter 4

 

It only took twenty minutes after Harper went upstairs for two Nietzscheans to approach Tyr as he continued to sip his drink with practiced nonchalance.

 I didnt think there were any Kodiaks left alive after the attack on your home world. The Nietzschean to Tyrs left commented as he sat down without permission.

  Tyr had to clench his teeth to keep from growling at the arrogant and disrespectful pup seated next to him.  This Neanderthal had no sense of proper etiquette when talking to his superiors.  To an Alpha such blatant disrespect could not be tolerated.  By not introducing himself to an Alpha, the Sabra-Jaguar, not only was rude, but he challenged Tyrs position as Alpha of Kodiak.  Although for the most part Tyr tends to forgo such customs with the humans, here he can not afford such insolence.  It could be detrimental to their mission.  Before the pudgy Jaguar could blink, he was slammed face-down on the countertop with a 244 pound Nietzscheans hand around his throat.

 I am Tyr Anastazi out of Victoria by Barbarosa.  Alpha of Kodiak pride, and who might you be child?

 Andar Saprem out of Trada by Oberon. The Nietzschean gasped out.

 Did you wish to dispute my claim as Alpha, boy? Tyr growled tightening his hold on the Jaguars throat.

 No.. Alpha.. I meant no offense.  Forgive my presumption. Andar pleaded, letting his body go slack while gasping for breath.

 I have snapped peoples necks for less offense. Tyr mentioned casually, caressing the others hair in a mocking gesture of affection.  However, I have more pressing things to occupy my time.  Also I dont particularly feel like attracting undue attention to my actions so soon into my stay.  My pet kludge may start whining. 

 As he released Saprem Tyr heard the snickers and whispers his comments caused.

 Forgive my Beta, and unfortunately cousin, for his ignorance.  I am Mackenzie Fargo out of Trada by Valasquez. The second Nietzschean explained in the strong voice of a fellow Alpha, while Saprem took a cautious step backwards.  However it seems my pet is not the only one in need of discipline.  I am curious why you would let a mere kludge speak to you in such a manner. Fargo asked.

 Tyr sneered at the Alpha, while he frantically tried to come up with an excuse for Harpers behavior.  I do not discipline my pets in front of others, not that I need to explain myself to you, but it is more entertaining in private. Tyr explained not at all looking forward to telling Harper of this latest development. Speaking of which, I believe I have given the boy enough time to stew.  If you happen to hear screaming do not come running.  I will be busy.

 He sneered maliciously at the two Nietzschean as he got up, leaving no need for speculation to the activities he would soon be partaking, as he made his way up to Harpers room.  He didnt think the human would be amused to find hed been claimed by a Nietzschean.  Without knocking Tyr entered room 32 and made his way to where Harper lay in bed.  Before Tyr could announce his presence however, he was staring down the barrel of Harpers blaster looking into the engineers still-weary eyes.  Harper placed his gun next to him on the bed, only after a tension filled glace at Tyr, all the while making sure the gun was well within reach.  Under normal circumstances the human would at least make a token effort to hide his distrust of the larger man, but Harper was taking no chance on Braxux 7. 

 Whoa big guy.  Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Harper asked after his heart rate did indeed slow down considerably.  You could have knocked, man.

 I couldnt very well knock on the door of my pet kludge now could I Master Harper? Tyr asked, raising an eyebrow waiting for Harpers reaction.

 Excuse me? Harper asked incredulously.  Repeat that.

 Neither one of us were expecting that bar to be full of Nietzscheans.  If we hope to find the others our cover needs to be secure, and no Nietzschean Alpha would allow a kludge to speak to them in that way.  Unless you were my pet and could punish you for your impudence, I could find no other solution. Tyr explained rationally.

 But I am not your pet, Tyr.

 I know that, and you know that, but you are going to have to act the part in front of anyone else.  In this case you need to do what I say and act submissively.

 I will not-

 It is the only way to save the crew, boy.  Is your pride so important that you would let Dylan, Beka, and Trance rot on this world? Tyr questioned harshly when it looked like Harper would still balk.

 Before Harper could answer, Tyr roughly shoved him back on the bed, so he was sprawled across it with Tyr looming over him.  Even though Harper didnt think the Kodiak would seriously injure him, years of survival instincts caused him to scramble for his discarded gun.  Right before Harper could reach if however, Tyr casually knocked it to the floor.  In an attempt to remain calm Harper tried to move out of the Nietzscheans reach without Tyr noticing, but he was quickly pinned underneath Tyr with his wrists in caught in a bruising grip above his head.

 What the hell do you think you are doing? Harper snarled furiously, still trying to dislodge Tyr from on top of him.

 Teaching you a lesson boy.  It is high time you were reminded who your superiors are. Tyr growled in Harpers astonished face, while single-handedly ripping his shirt from his body.

 After a second of shocked disbelief Harper started to fight the Nietzschean frantically trying to escape and do as much damage as possible in the process.  The terror was poring off of the engineer in waves as Tyr roughly caressed his chest, while rubbing his lower body against him, but that didnt stop Harper from tearing a groove in the hand that was holding him down drawing blood.

 You Uber bastard!  Let me go, you son of a bitch!  I will tear out you bone spur and cut your throat while you sleep, Anastazi. Harper bellowed.

 A pained whimper escaped Harper when Tyr bit down roughly on his right nipple drawing blood.  Pain flooded through Harpers chest leaving him whimpering helplessly as his body arched away from the painful sensations.  As his vision start to blur at the edges, the pain unexpectedly stopped and a weight lifted off of Harpers body, giving him freedom of movement.  Opening his eyes, Harper saw Tyr standing a few feet away from him leaning against the wall, with no hint of aggression on his face.  Looking at Tyrs impassive countenance, Harper felt an all-consuming fury fill him the likes of which he hadnt felt in a very long time.  In three steps Harper was standing in front of Tyr with the dagger he kept strapped to his back at Tyrs throat.

 What the hell was that? Harper growled menacingly, only letting the blade up slightly in order for Tyr to answer the question.

 The Jaguar Alpha was attempting to spy on us.  I heard him approach and did what needed to be done.  If I had warned you and you had pretended to be hurt, even if you were particularly convincing, Fargo would have been able to smell the absence of fear from down the hall.  You needed to believe I would have hurt you for the charade to be convincing. Tyr explained.

 Harper remained motionless as he listened to Tyrs explanation trying to judge Tyrs sincerity.  I understand, and it was necessary.  But if you ever do something like that again I will kill you. Harper said in a remarkably calm voice as he took the dagger away from Tyrs throat, but not before nicking his jugular in the process. 

 It took most of Tyrs self-control to keep himself from attacking the boy for threatening him with a knife.  Without turning his back Harper made his way to the bathroom, presumably to clean the bite mark on his chest.  When Harper left the room Tyr extended his hearing so he could observe the little professor.  As he expected, Tyr heard noises coinciding with water being used.  What did surprise Tyr, and also helped to cool his ire however, was Harper mumbling to himself as he washed.  Im fine Not hurt Just Tyr, not Dragans. Not on Earth safe. Just Tyr m fine

 Tyr continued to listen as he remade the bed and picked up the blaster to put it on the table.  He had just finished tidying and unpacking when Harper re-entered the room.  Tyr carefully sat down in an armchair furthest away from Harpers position while keeping his hands in view.  Harper snorted at Tyrs actions.  It seemed the he thought Harper was going to go ape-shit again and attack him.

 So how are we going to use my status to our advantage? Harper asked still not happy to be forced into submission by an Uber even if it was only a pretense.  You want me to cower at your feet fine, but this better get some results..

 It will work.  It should only be a matter of time before we can buy or barter information about the others.  If we stick around long enough, I am sure to come across old business partners who could possibly help us for the proper incentive. Tyr explained.

 Alright.  We should try to sleep while we can.  Tomorrow we should start as early as possible.  I might be able to find a merchant who can help us, if he is still on this planet that is. Harper mused in between a yawn as he made himself comfortable on the bed.  He placed his two daggers beside the gun on the table beside the bed and burrowed under the covers.  While Harper was doing his best to feign trying to sleep it was obvious to the Nietzschean  that Harper to nervous to comfortably fall asleep.  Without conscience thought Tyr took off his shirt and leather trousers and climbed into bed next to Harper. 

 Harper did his best to act oblivious but his increased heart rate gave him away.  When his discomfort did not show signs of alleviating on its own, Tyr placed a gentle hand on Harpers shoulder trying to sooth away the fear with an affectionate caress. 

 Im sorry I scared you, child.  But we had limited options I am aware of you hatred of my people and your dislike of me specifically.  However, I would not intentionally cause you harm You are safe in my care, Little Professor Sleep now.

And he did.

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 They had been walking around the marketplace for a few hours with no luck.  Tyr had tried his big bad Nietzschean routine while Harper had cowered behind him carrying his bag.  It was actually kind of heavy because Tyr made a point of haggling with some of the mercenaries and smugglers they came across.  Already he had bought an antigravity bomb and a gamma pistol, both very heavy and both very expensive.  Harper followed Tyr around walking behind him and keeping his head down, trying to look scared and helpless.  He did such a fine job that no one paid him much attention except when Tyr would grab or shake him for walking to slow.  They walked up to a deserted alleyway and started down until Tyr stopped at a hidden entrance, only then Harper realizing that they werent just walking aimlessly.  After knocking once the door was opened and they made their way inside the dimly-lit interior.

 Although Harper had no idea where they were going and could barely see two feet in front of him, Tyr seemed to know which way to go instinctively.  Upon entering a circular shaped room the door closed behind them, and they were quickly surrounded by three mercenaries.  Standing back to back, they both dropped down into fighting positions waiting for the first man to attack.

 What do you want, Nietzschean? The lumbering giant of a man directly across from Tyr asked.

 I am looking for slaves to help me run my ship. Tyr growled not relaxing his posture at all.

 Lets try that again.  It is well known that Kodiak do not take slaves. The second man commented as they continued to circle Tyr and Harper.  Besides the boy doesnt exactly act like a slave.

 Looking back at Harper, Tyr wasnt overly surprised to see him sneering at one of their attackers.  He definitely didnt look like a broken little mud foot.  Before he could more then curse Harper under his breath the three mercenaries had their weapons drawn and pointed at them, which in turn caused Tyr and Harper to draw their own guns.  It was an old-fashioned Mexican standoff, no one moving for fear the other would shoot.  Before the mercenaries could question them further however, everyone was distracted. 

 Everyones attention was so focused that Harper and Tyr were startled by a door, unseen until then, opening behind where they were standing.  In the doorway stood a fairly non-descript human with shaggy brown hair, maybe 59, wearing black slacks and a long black pullover, which helped to cover his scarred left arm.

 Malick. Harper exhaled taking a step in the mysterious mans direction only to be stopped by a blaster aimed at his face.

 Shay, I thought it was you. The man whispered breaking out into a wide grin.  Put the weapons down gentlemen.  Hes an old friend.

 Without waiting to assure they complied Harper launched himself at Malick, who did much the same thing.  They met somewhere in the middle for a bone-crunching hug laughing all the while.

 My god man, youre alive. Malick exclaimed joyously slapping Harper on the back.  I thought for sure the Nietzscheans got you at the Angeles Compound.

 They did capture me, but I didnt stay in custody long.  Lets just say that nobody else will ever have to worry about that slave camp.  It is now a pile of rubble.

 My god, Shay!  There were over one thousand Dragans in that compound. Malick commented, thoroughly amazed at Harpers ingenuity.  The only response from Harper was a self-satisfied grin.

 Little Man, we dont have time for reminiscing right now. Tyr reminded Harper softly, although he was grateful that they seemingly wouldnt have to fight their way out of the current situation. 

 Care to introduce me to your friend? Tyr asked stepping into the light so that he could be better seen.  Before Harper could make the proper introductions however, Malick had a force-lance, stockpiled from the old commonwealth days, pointed at Tyrs head.

 Malick man, what the hell are you doing? Harper intervened stepping in between the two.

 Dammit Shay.  Hes a Nietzschean! Malick snarled.

 Nobodys perfect, Malick.  Hes Tyr. Harper grinned trying to defuse the tension.  Hes family. Harper said soberly, when it became obvious that Malick wouldnt back down.

 Family?!? Malick questioned incredulously.

 Yes Granted hes the scary, surly, intimidating as hell cousin who I never talk to except at family functions but, yeah hes still family. Harper explained seriously.  And hes under my protection so put the force lance down.

 If he starts any trouble

 He wont. Harper reassured him, glaring at Tyr.  Will you?

 I will not start anything. Tyr answered, making it obvious that he would be more than willing however, to finish any conflict.

 Alright Shay, since its you. Malick agreed putting the force lance in its side-holster and reopening the door that he entered through.  Follow me.

 

 

Chapter 6

 

 They were led into what Harper could only assume were Malicks private apartments considering the simply furnished rooms, Malick never was one for over indulgence most likely a trait picked up on Earth.  After dismissing two of the three guards, Malick gestured for Harper and Tyr to make themselves comfortable, making no move to introduce the man remaining.

 I wish I had the time to catch up, but right now I am in need of information.  Seems you would be the one to talk to. Harper explained, no sign of his earlier jubilation in his voice.

 A business arrangement, then? Malick questioned.

 Yes.

 I would need 5,000 throngs up front and another 2,000 after you make use of any information gathered on your behalf. Malick said in an equally serious voice.

 Not having that kind of money, Harper looked toward Tyr to see if he could cover that amount.  The Nietzschean made no comment just handed over a credit chip.  After the money was withdrawn, Tyr sat back ant let Harper explain the situation.

 We need to know where the Talasian Guard dropped off the crew of the Andromeda Ascendant, with whom, and where they are now.  Also, blueprints of the building they are being held in. Harper explained, watching as Malick eyes got  wider as he continued on.  Any weaknesses of their defenses and if necessary a cover story to get us inside.

 You dont ask for much, do you Shay?  The price just doubled, due to the amount of Intel that you need.  I want another 5,000 now incase things go wrong. Malick explained while trying to figure out what happened to the kid he knew.  Shay was no where in attendance in the man named Harper, and that deeply upset him because Shay used to be his best friend once upon a time.  Of course none of the internal conflict ever showed on Malicks face.  Business was business after all.

 After raising a questioning eyebrow his way, Tyr once again gave his credit chip to Malick grumbling threateningly as he did so.

 It will take me a day or so before I can get this amount of information.  Feel free to stay in the guest suite while you two wait.  Free of charge of course. Malick offered, his eyes twinkling humorously now that the serious discussion was over for at least the day.  He then got up to talk to Jace, thereby giving the two room to discuss his offer without being intrusive.

 Harper looked toward Tyr to gage his reaction to the offer.  Tyr however, was glaring at him looking rather annoyed.

 Just because you knew this man a few years ago on Earth does not mean you can trust him now. Tyr said in an undertone, keeping his voice low enough so that Malick and the guard he was speaking to could not overhear.  The building could be unsecured for all we know, he is a mercenary after all.

 Like you. Harper reminded him.

 That is exactly my point.

 Meaning youd sell us out if it was to your benefit. Harper sneered disdainfully.

 This surely isnt news to you, Little Man. Tyr commented, while silently wondering when the opinion of the annoying kludge began to matter to him.

 Of course not.  Thats why you just lost 10,000 throngs in a selfless attempt to find the others. Harper snickered thoroughly amused.  Before Tyr could come up with a properly cutting retort Malick interrupted the fledgling argument.

 So whats it to be?

 Wed be thrilled to stay. Harper exclaimed, excited at the prospect of talking to his old friend again.  As the four walked out the door Harper put a restraining hand on Malicks shoulder as Tyr and the guard walked ahead, although Tyr was still aware of Harpers position and listening for danger.  Its good to see you again and the only reason we agreed to stay here is because I trust you.  If you betray that trust, I promise you there will be no place for you to hide. Harper explained in a calm voice, which left Malick no doubt as to Harpers sincerity.  A shiver ran down his spine remembering how dangerous Shay could be to his enemies when his family was threatened.

 I wouldnt expect anything less. Malick answered, still surprised that a Nietzschean would be included in Shays family.  On Earth the only people Shay would risk his neck for was his family, otherwise he would keep out of everyones way, trying to draw the least attention to himself.

 Good, now lets forget about business for now.  Tell me what you have been doing since Earth? Harper asked quickly relaxing back into his perpetually bouncy persona.

 

 

Chapter 7

 

Later that evening Harper left Tyr in their suite as he went in search of Malick.  A guard showed him into a room filled with surveillance equipment when he was caught wandering the hallways.  While a nondescript man continued to monitor the video feed being relayed, Malick was sitting behind a desk immersed in paperwork.  When he saw who had entered Malick immediately put down the flexi he had been reading and got to his feet.

 Come on, Shay.  This stuff can wait. Malick explained as he led Harper out of the room through a hidden entrance which led to a courtyard.  Sit down and relax, man.  You look stressed, tomorrow will come soon enough no use worrying about it until then.

 Yes it will. Harper responded thoughtfully taking a sip of the Synth Ale Malick poured for him.

 The way youre worrying over these people I would think they are your blood kin.  Since you have no relatives off world, just who are these people to you? Malick questioned curiously.  You already know what Ive been doing since I was smuggled off of Earth, I dont even know how you managed to escape Angeles, let alone get off Earth, and settle up with the baddest warship in the known worlds.

 Which part do you want me to answer first?

 We have all night, why dont you start at the beginning.

 After we were separated in the camp a group of Nietzscheans came into the cell and beat me within an inch of my life.  Then after chaining me to a wall and burning me with oil, the real interrogation began.  The Niet that questioned me, Joseph, had a neural inhibitor implanted in my neck, which was the Ubers first and last mistake.  That night they left me unchained because I was so weak that Joseph didnt think I would be able to cause any trouble.  You see I overheard two guards mentioning a transfer of prisoners scheduled for later that night.  The only inhabitants still in the compound were the overseers and those being questioned.  I used this information and the inhibitor to my advantage.  I physically cut it out of my neck with my fingers and went to work.  It only took me a few hours to use the components to create a thermal bomb, capable of leveling a building with a timer I set for an hour, using wire I tore out of the roach infested mattress. 

 Just before the guard came to escort me back to my torture chamber, I armed the bomb and the guard, expecting a barely conscious kludge, was taken by surprise when he entered.  Seeing my bed in shambles, he tried to turn around, but before he could complete the movement I had tackled him and used my momentum to knock him into the wall.  From there it was easy to use his own bone blades to impale him with.  I didnt stay long enough to make sure he was dead.  I merely took his weapon and blasted my way out of there, taking as many Ubers out as I could and rescuing those I could find.  You should have seen it, Malick.  Here I am a naked little kludge covered in blood and barely standing, leading an army of near skeletons out of the most heavily armed prison in Boston.  Man, it was classic!

 Damn Shay, I always knew you were dangerous.  Remind me never to piss you off. Malick said grinning, although looking slightly wistful.  I wish I could have been there, Man.

 No worries.  Things seemed to work out for the best. Harper acknowledged heartily slapping Malick on the back.  Now do you want me to finish this story or what?

 Go ahead.  I wouldnt want to interrupt his majesty when hes speaking. Malick said with a smirk.

 See that it doesnt happen again, lowly scum. Harper answered in a faux serious voice.  Okay, so where was I?

 You had just rescued some little kitties from a tree

 Smart ass.  Harper grinned.  So we had made it past the outer perimeter and since it was still night we could hide under the cover of darkness.  A few minutes later the alarm was raised so the eleven of us split up.  Just when it looked like the Ubers were onto our trail, the explosion rocked the city and they broke off pursuit.  It just so happens that a few weeks later I was able to buy my way on a supply ship due to my engineering genius.  It seemed the Eureka Maru came into a bit of trouble during a pick up, resulting in a dead engineer and a broken slipstream drive.  I was given safe passage out of Dragan space in exchange for fixing their ship.  I would have taken Brendan with me but he had gone to Port Charles to find passage off world when I had been captured.  Captain Valentine dropped me off at Sinti Drift.  I didnt see her again until six months later.  From there I traveled from place to place offering my services to any ship in port.

 Eventually after one particularly disastrous job on a freighter ship, I got a message from Beka Valentine offering me a permanent position as her engineer.  I jumped at the chance to get away from where I was currently living on Omega Prime, barely surviving day to day on any odd job I could find.  When I met up with the esteemed Captain Valentine and the Maru once again, I was surprised to find a purple alien woman with a tail and a Wayist Monk who just so happened to be a Magog, among her crew.  I didnt think I would be able to survive much longer the way I had been living, so I decided to stay on for a little while at least.

 A little while became three years, and in that time I became good friends with Beka and Trance, and I could even be in the same room as Rev, the Magog Monk, without cringing or reaching for my blaster.  During a random salvaging mission we came upon the Andromeda stuck in a black hole, and a few wayward mercenaries lead by our resident Nietzschean Tyr Anastazi.  Using the ships grapplers, we were able to extract the ship and its three hundred year old captain, from the gravitational pull of the black hole.  The rest as they say is history.  We found Dylan aboard the ship, he convinced us all into helping him rebuild the commonwealth-

 Why would he want to do that? Malick asked.  Im still confused.  Why was Dylan on this ship in the first place, and what is so good about a three hundred year old body, wouldnt it be decomposed by now?

 Sorry, I got ahead of myself there.  Captain Dylan Hunt was an officer in the Commonwealth before its collapse three hundred years ago.  At the Battle of Witch Head he was betrayed by his Nietzschean first officer, during all the commotion the ship was knocked off course and into the black hole.  He and the ship's AI Rommie, were held in suspended animation until we dragged them out of the black hole, three hundred years in the future.  He convinced us in his mission and now we go around signing whole worlds onto the charter to restore the Commonwealth.

 I heard rumors of an insane crew going from world to world trying to convince others of the validity of the All Systems Commonwealth, but I never though I would know one of the psychos personally. Malick gasped out in between chuckles.  But I thought you were the ultimate pragmatist, Shay.  This doesnt sound like something you would get mixed up in.

 Normally I wouldnt be involved in a pipedream like Dylans but I stay on the Andromeda for three reasons.  One, my family is there and since all my blood relations are now dead, they are all I have left.  If they want to go on this fools mission, then I will be there to make sure they all survive the attempt.  Two, at first it seemed like an idealistic duck hunt, but now little by little the concept is spreading and new worlds are signing on weekly.  The third reason is based solely on survival, mine and everyone elses.  The Magog Worldship is coming and if we all fight it on our own we will die, slowly and extremely painfully.  Only if all of the free worlds stand together do we have a chance at surviving the upcoming onslaught.  You and I both know what the Magog are capable of.  Now picture that carnage on a universal scale and you will understand the benefits of Dylans vision.

 My god!  Will it really be that bad? Malick asked, shaken by the mere scope of an invasion of Magog that large.

 I would never joke about the Magog.  You know that. Harper reiterated.  Thats why finding the crew is imperative for so many reasons.  But dont worry we still have at least another year and a half until they are within range, and by that time Dylans Commonwealth should be a reality.

 That explains what you are doing on the Andromeda, after all if Armageddon is coming I wouldnt expect you to be anywhere else.  That doesnt explain however, how you came to claim a Nietzschean as a member of your family.

 Hes saved my life twice directly and countless other times as well.  Dont get me wrong.  I trust Tyr to be Tyr, that is to worry about himself first and foremost.  However, I also trust Tyr to watch my back, which he has in fact been doing since he came aboard the Andromeda.

 Alright, I trust your judgment Shay.  Just be careful.  Now what do you say we get some rest.  My informant should have made contact by tomorrow, so hopefully  youll be able to rescue your friends over the next couple of days. Malick suggested getting rather drunkenly to his feet.

 Kay Malick, Ill see you tomorrow bright and early.

 Harper entered the darkened suite cautiously, not wanting to knock over anything in his inebriated state and wake up Tyr .  Harper made his was to the edge of the bed stripping down to his briefs as he took each stumbling step.  His fuzzy mind didnt realize he was  getting into a bed already occupied by his Nietzschean crewmate.  Instead, Harper put his spare dagger under his pillow and he lay down snuggling into his warm covers.  Between one breath and the next he was sound asleep, for possible the first real rest he had gotten since the misbegotten mission to obtain Jeridian Ore, a little over two weeks ago.

 

 

Chapter 8

 

Tyr woke up early the next morning to the not entirely unwelcome sensation of being cuddled up to a warm body.  The pleasant interlude didnt last for long however, as said warm body began moaning and squirming in the throes of a nightmare.  It took Tyr a second to realize he was in bed with Harper, and that the boy was trembling in fear from the demons that haunted his sleep.  Tyr had no idea whether he should wake Harper up, or simply let him regain awareness himself.  On the one hand, the nightmare he was having seemed to be particularly vivid if his whimpering was any overt indication.  On the other hand, waking up in the arms of a Nietzschean, any Nietzschean, may just make matters worse.  Harper wasnt comfortable in Tyr company at the best of times, so he would most likely become very uncomfortable if he were to find himself sleeping practically on top of the larger man.  Having decided he was going to let Harper wake up on his own, Tyr was just about to try to get back to sleep when the boys agitation seemed to escalate.

 Boy, wake up. Tyr said gruffly trying to shake Harper awake.  It worked all too well, as Harper startled awake at the sudden movement.  Before he could bolt however, Tyr gathered Harpers squirming form against his chest.  Unfortunately Seamus, still in the grip of his nightmare, saw Tyrs bone spurs and assumed he was being held by a Dragan.  Before Harper could have a full-blown panic attack however, Tyr started purring softly in an attempt to calm the panicky engineer down.

 What the hell? Harper exclaimed, calming slightly due to the unexpected rumbling.

 Be still, Little Man. Tyr murmured soothingly.

 Tyr?!?

 What other Nietzschean were you expecting to be in bed with? Tyr asked, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice, as Harper pushed himself up so he was looking Tyr in the face.

 Considering I dont even know how you came to be in bed with me in the first place, Id say that its a moot point. Harper snarled back.  Im so glad I can amuse you, Tyr.

 If this is how you treat all your bed partners, it is no wonder you often sleep alone, Little Professor. Tyr idly commented, laying back comfortably with his head pillowed in his hands, watching in amusement as the boy practically jumped off him.

 Um bed partners? Harper squeaked.  Tyr, Big Guy we didnt, uh, do anything I should be kicking myself for not remembering did we? Harpers only response was a raised eyebrow from the Nietzschean, who was taking obvious pleasure in torturing him.  What I meant to say was that I was obviously drunk so if I did or said anything that makes you want to, say for example, beat me into little Harper-sized pieces, keep that in mind. Harper stuttered looking at a point just over Tyrs right shoulder.

 If anything had happened between us Little Man, I promise you would remember it the next morning, whether you were drunk or not. Tyr commented casually causing Harpers gaze to snap back to Tyrs face.  Although Harper was no longer straddling the Nietzschean, Tyr could still smell the arousal practically flowing off the other man.

 Ill, uh, keep that in mind. Harper replied while still backing away from Tyr uncertainly.  Im just going to catch a shower.  Malick will be waiting for us in a little over an hour.  Harper practically ran out of the room at the first opportunity after gathering a change of clothes.

 Well, that was certainly unexpected.  Who would have guessed that Harper couldnt take a little teasing.

 

 

Chapter 9

 

Exactly one hour and twenty-six minutes later, Harper and Tyr were being led into Malicks office and were brought breakfast while they waited for him to arrive.  They were each a third of the way through their meal when Malick entered the room carrying several flexis in his hand.  Waiting until they both finished their breakfast, Malick handed a stack of flexi disks to each of them, across his desk.

 It seems that the plan just got a little more complicated, gentlemen.  A Nietzschean Alpha hired the Guard to capture Dylan Hunt and his crew, although the exact number of crewmembers were unknown, which explains why you two are not being hunted down.  The bad news is that Xatrek is auctioning them off to the highest bidder.  It seems Xatrek holds Dylan directly responsible for the rebellion across the Slave Worlds.

 The one thing that Captain Perfect wasnt responsible for in the last year. Harper snorted.  Sheesh some people get all the credit.

 If I may continue?

 Sorry.  Go ahead.

 Since Tyr has already introduced himself as an Alpha to some of the inhabitants, there should be no problem with you joining the auction.  Harper will however, need a new identity, although he will still be undercover as your pet.  Perhaps we can use nanobots to color your hair black. Malick said thinking through the possible obstacles out loud.  The top flexi is a list of all the other bidders, including their pride affiliation, weaknesses and net worth, as well as the ships they arrived in.

 The only sounds heard for the next few minutes was soft breathing as Harper and Tyr read over the list of Nietzscheans attending the auction.

 We have a problem. Harper stated looking slightly ill.  Actually make that two problems.

 Archduke Charlemagne Bolivar will be in attendance. Tyr growled menacingly.  Bolivar has been looking for just such an opportunity.  With Dylan captured he will try to renege on the treaty he signed with the Commonwealth to get more power.

 True, but there are ways to gain compliance from the Archduke, Justaice on the other hand could very well get us all killed.

 Justaice? Tyr questioned.

 An old- Harper grimaced looking for a word and settled for the inaccurate acquaintance.

 Tyr merely continued to look at him waiting for a more detailed explanation.

 He blames me for the death of his family. Harper explained keeping his face carefully blank and his trembling hands hidden in his pockets.  And rightfully so.

 How are you responsible for the death of this Ubers family? Malick asked.

 They were in the Angeles Compound when I blew it up. Harper answered.  Justaice is not exactly forgiving.

 Hmm so little man, I assume you crossed paths again. Try commented asking no questions that the engineer would feel uncomfortable answering in front of others.  Sensing the frightened man underneath the nearly impregnable mask Harper was wearing, Tyr was willing to let the questioning go until they were alone.  Harper looked remarkable grateful for Tyrs new-found tact.

 Three years ago, I was holed up on this planet waiting to be contacted by a suppliers of Bekas, when Justaice happened upon me.  As it turned out he had been looking for me on all the drifts and backwater planets that he came to.

 I assume the meeting didnt go well. Malick commented.

 No it didnt.  Needless to say, Justaice will recognize me quite easily, whether I am wearing a disguise or not.

 You will just have to be more convincing that you are in fact my pet.  We will merely have to come up with a date and story about how I captured you that will convince him of the validity of my claim. Tyr said giving Harper a long accessing look.

 Youll be able to enter the compound by giving this coin as you enter the establishment. Malick said handing Harper a metal coin with the Drago Katsov crest on it.  What you do once you are inside is up to you.  The electronic blueprints are included, and as you can see, the top floor is very lightly guarded.  There are also tunnels that run underneath the whole of the compound making a covert escape that much easier.

 When does the auction take place? Tyr asked.

 Tomorrow night.

 Shit.  That doesnt give us much time to prepare. Harper cursed.  Alright thanks, man.  The rest of your money will be transferred to you once we all make it back out alive.

 Oh dont give me that pessimistic bull.  If I know you Shay youll walk out of there smelling like daisies. Malick answered smirking.  So I expect my money in a timely manner.

 Ya, Ya. Harper said standing up and giving Malick a tight hug.  Ill see ya on the other side, man.

 As the two men walked out of the building and in to the alleyway Tyr kept glancing at Harper out of the corner of his eye as if trying to figure something out.  Eventually Harper lost his patience.

 What is it?

 Did you noticed that your accent changed while you were talking to the mudfoot? Tyr asked.

 Did it?  I hadnt even noticed, but it does make sense, me being from Earth and all. Harper answered pragmatically.

 You have not been living on Earth for over four years. Tyr reminded him.

 Whats your point, Tyr? Harper asked curiously.  At least I assume you have one.

 It seems to me that on Earth you were more mercenary in your outlook.

 I had to be, big guy.  That was the only was to survive for twenty years on that hell-hole. Harper explained while waiting for the other shoe to drop.

 Perhaps you should use those oft-hidden survival instincts more often.  So far you have made an impressive showing of yourself.

 Once I open that particular can of worms, I cant close it again. Harper sighed exasperatedly.

 Explain. Tyr ordered.

 After I started to work for Beka permanently, I didnt need to watch my back constantly.  We all looked out for each other.  I tried to block out my time spent on Earth as much as possible, less nightmares that way.  Now I only have one or two a week, rather then one every night.  If I can help it I dont think about Earth at all because once I delve into the memories, things tend to jump out of the woodwork and bite me in the ass.  Harper explained stopping as Tyr did right before the end of the alley.

 Simply bite them back harder. Tyr added looking the engineer in the eye, before he began walking again.  Tyr meant more than he was willing to say, but Harper didnt have the inclination to analyze it.  Thats what I would do.

 

Chapter 10  

 

An hour later, Tyr was sitting in a chair in their room back at the bar, waiting for Harper to explain what happened between him and Justaice.

 Look boy, whatever your relationship is with this man, I need to know about it.  We can not afford any undue surprises.

 Dammit, Tyr. Harper cursed, pacing the room like a caged lion, holding himself to ward off the sudden chill.  I dont like to talk about this stuff.

 I understand that, but if the Dragan is going to challenge me for you, I need to know the whole story. Tyr explained through gritted teeth, obviously getting annoyed at his evasive answers.

 Dont interrupt me at all, or it is not getting said. Harper warned glaring.  He reluctantly sat opposite Tyr on the bed.  Focusing on a point above Tyrs left ear, Harper began his tale.

 A little over three and a half years ago I was dropped off on this planet for a couple weeks while waiting for a supplier to contact me.  About a week into my stay, I met up with Justaice.  I didnt know who he was at the time, but he sure knew who I was.  Justaice did not know anything about Beka or the crew, and assumed I was drifting, working on my own like I would have been on Earth.  He quickly and efficiently knocked me out and none of the witnesses did anything to help.  I was just a kludge after all. He said bitterly, rubbing his left forearm distractedly before continuing.  I woke up in the dark.  I still dont know exactly where I was being held.  Anyway, Justaice took great pleasure in enlightening me as to his identity.  For the next week and a half I was tortured, raped and mutilated repeatedly, without mercy, until my contact on-planet managed to find and rescue me.

 Little Professor Tyr tried to interrupt but Harper just talked over him in the same dead voice he had been using since the start of his monologue.

 The others dont know what happened because they were off picking up Trance from Sinti at the time.  Once they arrived to pick me back up I just looked like I was mugged, so I stuck with that story.  Beka and the others just laughed it off as typical Harper bad luck and I let them.  I havent been back to Braxus 7 since then, until now.

 Will you be able to handle seeing him again? Tyr asked matter-of-factly, trying to keep Harpers mind on the present.  Although Tyr would never admit it, he wanted to comfort the engineer who was obviously in a great deal of pain.  Some of Tyrs naked concern bled into his gaze, although his face remained impassive, which gave Harper the strength to pull himself together.

 I dont have any choice. Harper answered resolutely, surprised when Tyr stood up and sat down next to him on the bed.

 No. Tyr said in a gruff voice, giving Harpers shoulder a reassuring pat before quickly letting go.  But, I promise you this Seamus Harper.  Before we leave this planet, I will personally make sure Justaice is dead.

 Upon seeing the disbelief on Harpers face Tyr smirked.  Unless youd like the honors.

 

Chapter 11

 

 You are sure you can accomplish this? Tyr asked for the fifth time as he paced their room the next afternoon.

 Tyr, everything will be fine. Harper tried to reassure the worried Nietzschean.

 How do you expect to get on to Bolivars ship undetected? Tyr asked incredulously.  Perhaps I accompany you.  After all, if you get captured I will have to free all of you alone.

 Listen Big Guy.  You seem to be forgetting the itty-bitty fact that I survived Nietzschean raids and Magog hunting parties for over twenty years while I lived on Earth.  Ill be okay.  Barely any Nietzscheans will be in the engine room, and if I time it right it will be empty because the others will be on the planet getting ready for the auction. Harper explained.  Besides, youll be busy meeting with your contacts and getting supplies for tonight.

 Very well, but I am warning you, Little Man.  If I have to come get you

 Yeah, Yeah. Harper mumbled as he grabbed his blaster and left the room, stealthily exiting through the back door.

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 Approximately three hours later they entered the building where the auction was scheduled to take place Tyr was wearing his usual leather pants and metal vest, as well as a long black trench coat full of hidden compartments.  He had a large gun strapped noticeably to his hip, which too attention away from the slight bulge on his arm, caused by his concealed force-lance.  In the pockets of Tyrs coat he had a  variety of Harpers bombs, plus an electronic locking device from the Andromeda.  Once they got out of the main room with the rest of the crew, Tyr would activate the device, causing everyone still inside the room to be trapped inside.

 Harper had no weapons on him, as such he was trusting Tyr to watch his back.  His clothing was so threadbare that there was no place to hide a concealed weapon of any kind, but he did indeed look the part of a human slave.  As he walked in behind Tyr, they were soon surrounded by Nietzscheans of many different prides. 

 The only thing distinguishing about most of them was their crests and armaments.  Harper looked washed-out in his tan pants and matching shirt, quite a contrast from his usual loud multi-colored ensembles.  Harper was vastly uncomfortable being surrounded by so many Nietzscheans, especially the Drago Katsov.  It came too close to reminding him of Earth.  As it was Harper was drawing into himself in order to look as helpless as possible, which wasnt at all difficult considering he was barely keeping a handle on his rising panic.  He was inwardly cursing himself for having forgotten the horrors that were out there, simply because he felt protected on the Andromeda.  Here he was  braving the species he feared most in the universe, besides perhaps the Magog, all in an attempt to rescue three people.  On Earth he never would have put himself into that kind of situation for anyone, with the exception for Brendan.

 Harper nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand suddenly gripped the back of his neck.  Turning to see who grabbed him, he saw Tyr, now walking beside him seemingly dragging him by the scruff of the neck.

 Come on, kludge. Tyr growled dismissively, looking at him with barely concealed disgust.  Harper almost missed Tyrs whispered comment under the din of talking Nietzscheans.  Keep it together, Little Professor.

 Instead of Tyrs grip on him feeling oppressive and restricting, it instead offered him a small amount of comfort and allowed him to push his terror away slightly.  If any of the crew had seen Harper over the next half an hour they would have been shocked to see the normally vibrant (if often annoying) engineer seemingly cowering next to Tyr silently.

 Harper didnt attract any undue attention to himself and Tyr had already made two complete circuits of the room to memorize the layout, when Charlemagne Bolivar happened to notice them as he entered the room.

 Tyr Anastazi, how unexpected to see you. The Archduke proclaimed dramatically.  And who is this?  He looks a little like an annoying engineer I met once.

 I would suggest not continuing this line of questioning. Tyr cautioned, leading the Archduke away from the crowd with a hand on his back.  Once they got out into the deserted hallway, Tyr let Bolivar stop and blocked his view of the doorway.  Harper merely continued with the docile servant act and looked at the ground, incase anyone happened to interrupt them.

 Not the smartest place to be right now considering. Bolivar commented casually.

 The only place we would be right now. Tyr answered looking resolute.

 It would be a terrible shame if someone were to recognize you and blow your cover.

 True.

 Perhaps we could come to a mutually advantageous outcome. Bolivar said looking smug.  Although I could just introduce you and the kludge to the assembled right now.  Couldnt I?

 You could. Tyr acknowledged looking bored with the conversation.  But then Im afraid I would have no choice but to blow up your ship, including your two newborn sons and your wife, plus half your pride.

 Youre bluffing. Bolivar stated, although he looked a little less sure of himself.

 Am I? Tyr asked, taking out the bomb trigger from one of his coat pockets.  Are you willing to take that chance?

 Very well. Bolivar agreed, backing down after staring at Tyr for a short time.  I will say nothing about your identity.

 You will do more than that if you wish your family to survive.

 Such as?

 Such as create a diversion when all of the crew enter the room, so that no one will be looking at us at the time.

 Ahhh and if I do this? Bolivar asked.  How do I know you wont blow up my ship afterwards?

 You dont. Tyr answered with a smirk.

 You two will pay for this. Bolivar growled angrily.

 Undoubtedly. Tyr acknowledged.  But not today.