Enter Tyr.

[kodiak]

There was a stillness in battle that Tyr knew as deeply and perfectly as he knew the flex and coil of his muscles, or the action of his most favorite assault rifle switching to automatic fire. It came when he let the details wash over him, when he saw his target and had already visualized the outcome. And it moved through him as he carried out the inevitable. But that tranquility was not with him in the Eureka Maru.

It had started well enough, about to embark on a desperate last bid bombing run. The thrill of a formidable foe and a daring plan to master them thrumming adrenaline through his system. The dimensional tunnel pouring a new menace into an already cutthroat universe, Tyr, nevertheless could not have quelled his confidence had he tried. With Beka at the helm, Harper's invention ready to cut short this new danger, and his Gauss Guns well maintained, stocked with ammunition and at the ready, Tyr had smiled so wide and full of promise as if to yell into the storm, Do your worst, for I shall do mine.

In that brief moment of anticipation, Tyr could not have cared less about the number of the ships pouring out of the tunnel before him. He saw only the achievement this would be, heard only the legend of Tyr Anasazi of Kodiak Pride, who stepped upon the very threshold of another universe, who met the dangerously advanced race that thrived there, and slammed their door back in their faces.

When the first creature stepped out of the very air beside him, and grappled with him, thoughts of his reputation gave way to the fight. However this did little to sully his mood. Here was a real test, a chance to stretch himself and know his limits, and he poured himself into rebuffing the assault, not three feet from the woman he was here to protect. Her focus, he knew, was on wresting this piecemeal cargo ship through the wake of alien vessels and the gravitational pull of the tunnel to the point where she might deliver the bomb. A formidable task in itself, and one he meant to leave her to.

But as time went on, as one alien became more, and the Maru sparked and shuddered, taking damage from he knew not which source, Beka yelled his name, then screamed it. Tyr, his arms locked in the leathery grip of these strange creatures found himself abruptly stumbling forward, as an elbow that hit like a brick drove into the back of his skull just as a white light burst before his eyes.

Against all possibility, his forearms landed first, catching the majority of his weight as he hit the floor hard. Even landing awkwardly half atop his own gun. At once, Tyr became aware that he was no longer being held and he was no longer on the Eureka Maru. The peculiar background hum of the ships instruments were gone, replaced by a much less discordant murmur of well-maintained and properly repaired circuitry. The flat gray of the brightly lit hallway he found himself seemed almost a shock to the eyes, and Tyr pulled himself warily to his feet as his eyes darted the length and breadth of peculiar corridor.

"Beka?" he called loudly, pulling his assault rifle up after him. Pausing to listen a moment, he readjusted his grip on the weapon, maneuvering the thing as if was not the considerable bulk it truly was. He didn't call again, either satisfied that she was not close enough or not in a position to respond, or not inclined to draw further attention to himself. Instead, Tyr started down the hallway, a wary eye always on his surroundings.

[ooc: So a heavily armed Tyr is now wandering the halls. Feel free to run into him in the hallway, at the turbolift, Ten Forward, or in any likely public room. I promise he doesn't shoot before he asks questions, especially when the other party is unarmed. Security or any ship personnel are also welcome to disarm him or stun him or put him in the brig, etc. He's big, his gun is big, he may growl or yell; but, he's more interested in information than a gunfight.]

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[do_your_duty]

That is quite a large gun.

Larger than anything else she's seen here yet.

Definitely larger than the pulse pistol currently resting on her hip.
The one her hand went to pretty much on the sight of that very large gun.


"I'm guessing you got lost." Except there isn't any sound of guessing to it. Her tone is wary, and her posture of tight, and her gaze is focused, without waver, on the man, and his very large gun. He didn't look familiar. But she didn't go out of her way be familiar with anyone here. That didn't make her assumption that he was new, based on that she doubted security wouldn't approve of him toting that around if they knew, any less a first option only.

[kodiak]

He had expected the strange creatures that seemed covered every inch in black mesh armoring. Instead he faces a woman, human by the look of her. She's everything those creatures were not, still and focused, not darting off into invisibility whenever an attack was rebuffed. It doesn't ease Tyr's grip on his gun any, nor does it inspire him to point it elsewhere, but he can appreciate the distinction.

She has the good sense to have a hand on her gun, herself, which Tyr doesn't begrudge. He doesn't waver either.

"You could say that," he offers, almost carefully. Lost is a little too perfect a word for it. He has seen next to nothing of this new place, and yet he believes he has only ever felt more out of place once in his life.

"Tell me, then, have you come to show me the way?"

[do_your_duty]

Aeryn brows rose in a withering fashion. Anyone who'd stood next to her longer than five minutes since she arrived lnew better than to ask that question. It was a lucky thing if she even managed to give someone five minutes, if John wasn't standing there insisting on it by his presence and insistence of befriending everyone like they were long lost kin.

"That depends on where you're trying to go." Beat. With an emphasis of a nod toward his large gun. "With that."

Because if he's got designs on the captain or someone on board she'll have to decided about getting in the way or not.

[kodiak]

"I'm trying to locate my -- " It's miniscule, but it's a hesitation. He's looking for the right word, but all he can find is, "pilot. Beka Valentine. Tall, blonde, trouble from the moment she opens her mouth."

His expression and his tone remain blank, so as not to allow that description connect any emotional connection. And he does not look away, even as she indicates the gun. Though, it does prompt a response.

"She and I were traversing what appeared to be an inter-dimensional tunnel." At last his eyes lift, briefly scanning the walls again, even the ceiling. "And it was not on this ship."

[wear_tear_rust]

Angeal had time to adjust and finding Genesis was a bonus. The help she gave him was tantamount to his recovery though he was still curious about the ship he had found himself on. He had the time to check out the hydroponics lab and found the place fascinating.

Upon exiting the lab and into the hall along with feeling incredibly good about his decision to join the team, he spotted a heavily armed man walking toward him. Angeal was no small man himself, and his Buster Sword, the broad bladed great sword strapped to his back was evidence that he wasn't an average human himself.

Angeal didn't move. Gunshot wounds, should he suffer any, were all part of SOLDIER. He was conditioned to be a living tank. Instead of raising his hand to fight, he offered a hand in friendship, or at least to calm the situation down.

"Are you lost?" Angeal said with patience. He assumed this guy was new too but he didn't say that aloud unless he had his facts straight first.

[kodiak]

Despite being ripped from combat, Tyr was not so trigger happy as to shoot anyone he came across, particularly those who looked nothing like the enemy he had just been surrounded by and who weren't even pointing weapons at him. And certainly, the size of the sword Angeal wore was impressive, but it was also sheathed, whereas Tyr's gun was already aimed.

"I'm not quite sure lost begins to cover it," he responded almost thoughtfully, as if this was a matter he himself had been debating. As if he wasn't stll aiming an over-sized gun at the other man.

"I presume you know where this is?"

[wear_tear_rust]

"I barely know myself." Angeal was grateful that the heavily armed man had his faculties in check. That alone was a very good sign and something that Angeal wished that others had back home. "My name is Angeal and I'm a newcomer myself. It appears we're on a star ship and I was informed that a man named Q is responsible. The purpose is yet to be known."

He looked over his shoulder to make sure that he took note of the passageway number to keep himself from getting lost and looked back at Tyr. "I see the word Enterprise repeated. Perhaps it's the name of the ship." Angeal added.

[kodiak]

Tyr wasn't given to interrupt someone when information was being freely offered, so he listened to the end despite the myriad questions even the name Q brought up. While it was no particular person he'd ever heard of, there were a handful of cultures that might produce someone so named -- or someone with that alias.

"I don't suppose you know where to find this Q?" His tone shifted to something almost bemused.

[zerocharliexray]

So maybe it's a good thing Zinda can be heard before she's seen -- or, at least, someone can, hum-singing an old Andrews Sisters classic under her breath from down the hall:

"Ain't no use in divin'
What's the use of jivin'
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down papa, don't you blow your --"

Rounding the corner, her eyes widen, and her hands go up in the universal don't shoot me, please, I'm unarmed and surprised as hell gesture.

" -- Top?"

[kodiak]

The aliens that had attacked the Andromeda were a focused, disciplined fighting force. They had employed the ability to tesseract through space with exacting precision, using it to leap into combat. They had never once spoken, and they had certainly never displayed the ability to change their appearance. It was entirely possible that their women (assuming they even had such a dichotomy) looked and behaved differently. But Tyr dismisses the notion.

Raising a finger to his lips in what he hopes is the universal sign to be quiet, he speaks calmly enough.

"I'm looking for a woman. Tall, blonde," and his eye drift up to her hair briefly, knowing this isn't a very specific description, "short hair. Her name is Beka Valentine. Have you seen her?"

[zerocharliexray]

Her hands are still up, and her voice is obediently quiet. "Nope."

Well, she hasn't. No one fitting that description, and no one she's met who gave themselves that name, but it's just possible she's here anyway: Zinda hasn't exactly been keeping a guest book.

Pursing her lips, she scrunches her face up in bewilderment, then leans towards him, voice a loud stage whisper, while she looks up and down the hallway, as if someone or something might come leaping out at any second. "...Why are we bein' so quiet?"

[kodiak]

Tyr expects Beka to be here regardless of whether she's been seen, so he's content to drop the matter. He's about to ask something else, in fact, when she interjects a question. And, well, it throws him off. Not visibly, of course. Other than drawing his attention more firmly back to her and the subtle arch of an eyebrow, that is.

Tyr doesn't just meet her eyes, however. He also leans in. He's not close enough to be invading her personal space. The gun between them makes that impossible.

"Last I knew, I was aboard the Eureka Maru with her captain, and staring down an inter-dimensional tunnel through which hostile vessels were pouring as water through a faucet. And I find myself, here, now without the Maru, Captain Valentine, or any notion of what it was that carried me here." Straightening, Tyr settles back into a balanced stance.

"I am endeavoring not to throw caution to the wind." He rolls the shoulder under the strap of the gun. "You looked like you might scream."

[deus_ex_harper]

Harper is still exploring the man corridors of the Enterprise. He's also treating himself to the additional tour of the access hatches and conduit locations where he can do. It doesn't hurt to be prepared to go hiding again or be helpful. So when he sees the gun first he hides back around the corner he'd just come from.

It's only when he hears the far too familiar voice calling for Beka does he relax. Marginally. He was still never quite sure where he was with Tyr. Apart from annoying. That came across loud.

"Tyr?" Is all he's going to shout from around the corner. Ubers with guns, he was still going to be careful.

[kodiak]

Tyr is already dropping his aim when Harper ducks back around the corner. He has to remind himself that this crew he stands beside cannot see as sharply as he does, and with the possible exception of Beka, cannot react as quickly either. Still rather than assure Harper of his safety, Tyr merely moves up to the corner, settling a bracing arm on the wall to lean around the side. His gun now hanging from the shoulder strap, mostly against his hip.

"I trust there is a reason you are here, other than to run and hide at first sight of trouble." His attention doesn't remain solely on Harper, as it is, drifting down the halls to be sure nothing is coming.

[deus_ex_harper]

Harper is 100% unmodified human and proud of it. Even if he's not so well off with his weak immune system to name one of the downsides. He wouldn't change how he was for anything. As was mirrored with the way he appeared when he was plugged in to a computer via the data port. Most people changed how they were like that. Harper still looked exactly the same.

"I don't always run and hide!" He peered around the corner. "I didn't exactly ask to be here. I just showed up here. You should try not to do anything stupid with that gun. Which I know may be hard given you like to shoot things."

[kodiak]

No, no he didn't. Tyr has seen the incorrigible young engineer find his courage in the face of an excruciating death, so even as he teases, Tyr has come to respect what Harper is capable of. Tyr might just pick on him less if he ever is able to find that courage when not backed into a corner. But one day at a time.

"Given that I was dragged here myself, I would presume you did not volunteer." Much as Tyr sounds as if he's bored, there's an undercurrent of impatience that seems to go hand in hand with conversing with Harper. This time, however, it may have more to do with the fact that it seems that Harper knows more than he does.

"Was the Andromeda overwhelmed, or did your "jaws of life" have unforeseen side effects?"

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko sees Tyr as the door opens from the room she shares with Amanda, and the first thing she notices is his height--followed very quickly by the gun.

Nori doesn't really like guns, but that doesn't mean she's ignorant about them; the minute she notices the muzzle is covering her she moves out of the way with a faint scowl. "Dude. Don't point that thing at people," she says. "Especially not me."

[kodiak]

It's not often that he encounters someone with enough wherewithal for petulance when staring down the barrel of a gun. Novel as the reaction is, it doesn't prevent him from adjusting his aim.

"Generally, guns are more effective when pointed at people, rather than away." The calm delivery doesn't exactly fit with the threat that implied by his very posture, let alone the gun.

"Fortunately for you, all I need are answers, and I'll be on my way."

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko's expression doesn't really change except that as he adjusts his aim she raises a brow. She has an amazing capacity for apparent fearlessness, even if running through her mind are an awful lot of facts and the memories of how much it does suck be to shot. But she's never been one to voluntarily back down--ask her friends, they'll tell you pretty much the same thing.

"You don't want to threaten me with bodily harm. You'd really hate what that causes," she says calmly, metal-covered hands curling into loose but ready fists, though she keeps the electric current at a low hum. "Now if you want to lower your weapon and act like a civilized person, that's a different story."

[dreams_dont_die]

Dylan is still unsettled by this ship.

To a High Guard Captain, a starship of this power without an AI is one that has suffered the worst fate a ship can beyond being destroyed -- and a captain that has, as well. But three thousand years and another dimension from his time in the High Guard, he can't judge a ship by that.

He can judge it by its stillness and the silence of its engines.

But he can also familiarize himself with what he can of it in the limited areas he's currently allowed access to as a new arrival, and that's what he's doing when he sees a very familiar figure turn the corner at the end of the corridor he's in.

Tyr is a long way away, but he's unmistakable, his physique, his movement, his clothing. At least, he is to a man who's fought beside, behind, for, and with him for over a year now, who knows the sound of that gun as the sound that's saved his life more often than he can reasonably count. Who's gone into battle back to back with him across the Known Worlds.

Dylan stops, standing in the middle of the corridor, one hand resting on his belt, and waits.

"Tyr."

[kodiak]

"Dylan." It's not without a note of confusion. Tyr has never quite understood the turn of phrase that the devil was in the details. Frankly, he'd be more inclined to say that survival was in them. And the details had been throwing up alarms ever since he's found himself on this Enterprise. But the ship herself felt almost subtle in it's strangeness when compared with the sight of Captain Hunt, who was not wearing the same variation of uniform he'd last seen him in, and it was possible his hair was a different length, certainly not by much, but a bit less grown into. All this Tyr would have dismissed as irrelevant if he had not stood and watched Hunt say his reluctant goodbyes to Beka what felt like moments ago. But who knew when an inter-dimensional tunnel was involved.

"What are you doing here?" Even with all of those superior senses, Tyr does ask the obvious questions now and again.

[dreams_dont_die]

Last time he saw Tyr, he'd sent him to Command to let the Than know about the successful resolution of the crisis with the Bokor and get the Andromeda moving again. He definitely wasn't carting his assault rifle, which would have done nothing against the Bokor. They'd all been armed with lances.

So. That makes Harper, Dylan, and Tyr all here from different times, though there's no telling from a glance just how different Tyr's time is. It could be days. Weeks, like Harper's. It could be a lot more.

This whole situation just keeps getting weirder. And from the unease in Tyr's voice, that hasn't been lost on him.

"That, Tyr, is a very good question. Unfortunately, I don't think it's one I have an answer to."

Trance would have him believe that this is a learning experience for him, an opportunity to further his mission through an unforeseen chance.

He's had to learn to trust her when she says things like that, but he's pretty sure that's not the answer Tyr is looking for. Or the reason the omnipotent alien playing this game has brought them here.

"Apparently there are creatures playing games with time and space."

[defendergirl]

Rose is about to head into Ten Forward, hopefully to find the Doctor there. She's not exactly in a rush, but her steps are quick and light because she'd much rather be around a group of other people than alone in the halls where it can get a bit eery, being so quiet.

Which is why turning the corner and nearly colliding into a very large fleshy wall strapped with a gun is hardly expected.

"Oy!" she cries out on instinct, before she backs up and gets a better look at her obstacle. She blinks at the very large, rather fit man. "Sorry."

[kodiak]

Tyr would very much like to think that he's above such things as running into people while turning the corner. But for all his superior reflexes, all he can do is stop dead, barely short of the woman. A hand raises as if to catch her arm -- or maybe it's more for any strikes that might be directed toward him -- but doesn't actually touch her. And his gun drops to his side, out of the way.

In a potentially hostile environment as he is, he's not expecting apologies any more than he's really expecting people he encounters to rush around corners and not follow it up with some kind of attack, armed or otherwise.

As it is, it's a moment before he crosses his arms over his chest, now solidly blocking her progress down the hall. It means that his assault rifle dangles uselessly from it's shoulder strap, but there's a smaller gun holstered at one shoulder which he could draw if need be. The stance does also draw some attention to the bone blades on his forearms.

"Going somewhere?"

[defendergirl]

Rose isn't entirely sure whether this bloke is trying to warn her or threaten her with his display of brute strength and weaponry, but she's hardly scared, and she's hardly impressed.

(Well, okay, maybe she's a bit impressed. He does have arms the size of tree trunks.)

She clears her throat and gestures towards the other side of the hall, which is the direction she'd been going.

"Yeah," she says. "I'm goin' to Ten Forward."

It suddenly occurs to her that maybe he's not exactly familiar with it, or this place, which would explain the peacocking.

Kindly: "Did you just get here?"