Old Friends, Part 15: Setting the
record straight
Four
Drago-Kazov pride warriors where leading the shackled Tyr to the brig when a
voice called out, "Hello boys!" They turned to see Mary leaning
provocatively against the bulkhead. Before they could decide what to do, Harper
caught them from behind, hitting two of them with his Gauss-gun at close range.
The last two span round, drawing their weapons. Mary was faster: she drew her
forcelance and caught them in the back. She smiled as they hit the deck,
"Now THAT was fun."
Tyr was
in shock, "That was very well executed. How did you learn to set up an
ambush like that?" Mary shrugged, "Try hauling cargo for a living. You
get plenty of time to read." Rev Bem un-cuffed Tyr as Harper and Mary
dragged the dead Nietzscheans into a nearby room. Tyr relived the bodies of
their weapons, "Right, do we have a plan, or are you playing it by
ear?"
Harper
closed the door on the dead bodies, "We managed to get trough to Dylan: if
we can keep the Drago's busy, the Shoulder of Orion is going to knock-out
Andromeda's sib-light drive, then board." Tyr nodded, "I suggest we
take them out one at a time. Keep them isolated and on edge." Mary laughed,
"Way ahead of you on that. We've taken two more down so far." Tyr
grinned, "Excellent."
Mary
tilted her head to one side, "You don't seem to like them very much?"
Tyr shot her a glance, "Drago-Kazov pride all but wiped out Kodiak pride.
MY pride. Your pride." Mary had her forcelance under Tyr's chin before his
eyes even registered the movement, "Let's get one thing straight: I never
have been, and never will be, Kodiak pride. Or any other Nietzschean pride for
that matter. I'm human, and I've spent my entire life with people like you
looking at me as breeding stock. You want to start a pedigree, get a dog!"
Harper
gently placed his hand on Mary's arm, "As much as Tyr annoys me a lot of
the time, we need him right now. I suggest we put this anger to a useful
purpose, like taking back the ship." Mary swallowed, and slowly lowered her
forcelance, "Ok. Let's go." Harper looked at Tyr, "For someone
who is always going on about survival instincts, riling someone who's already
wiped the floor with you seam's very stupid." Tyr nodded, "If that's
the way you feel, I won't mention it again." Only Rev Bem noticed the fear
in the Nietzscheans voice.
Tyr span
round, "I can hear people approaching: too many of them for us to deal
with. We should withdraw." Harper nodded, and pulled an inspection hatch
away from the wall, "After you."
TBC