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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[zerocharliexray]

"No fear on that," she says, lowering her hands and relaxing into a smile. "I'm sturdier than I look."

And it takes more than a man barreling around a corner, gun drawn, to make her scream. It's almost insulting, but then, they only just met. She's not gonna take it too personal just yet. "Sorry I can't help with your friend, but I've been here a while. So..."

She lifts her eyebrows and tilts a deliberate nod at the gun he's carrying. "If you maybe want to put that peashooter away, maybe I can clarify the situation for you, just a little."

[kodiak]

He's bemused enough by her steadfast refusal to be flustered to entertain the notion, but this particular gun is far too large to do much with. So he hefts the thing one handed and lays the barrel across his shoulder. It's nowhere near holstering it, but he's not even wearing a holster large enough for this gun.

"Will this do?" he asks, standing straight again, something like a smirk touching the corners of his mouth.

[zerocharliexray]

She does relax when he lifts the gun and lays it across his shoulder, but it's just a slight shift of her shoulders, a loosening of her stance, and her hands lower, a little, while she cocks a devil-may-care smile and gives him a brief-to-lingering up-and-down of consideration and burgeoning curiosity.

"Well, it's gettin' there, cowboy."

Lordy, but this ship is full of good-lookin' men. It's a crying shame Huntress and Dinah aren't around to enjoy it with her, and gossip over a pint of ice cream over who's at the top of the list, but then, you just can't have everything. "You said you came from a different ship? Just now?"

[kodiak]

Cowboy? Strictly speaking, Tyr understands the historical reference, but it's a term so removed from vernacular that it's just one more oddity in a very odd string of events. And no, Tyr doesn't miss the lingering gaze, that hint of a smirk to the corner of his mouth growing into a knowing smile.

He appreciates being appreciated. And who can truly blame him?

"A salvage vessel, one you might nearly be able to fit in this hallway provided you hadn't a care for whatever was in the rooms to either side. How I was taken off of that ship to a place so far removed from that battle I cannot say." Though he does have two ideas, neither of which are particularly comforting.

[zerocharliexray]

"Well, you're in luck, big man. Shoot, I can tell you that."

She settles her hands on her hips, and considers him for a second. "Can't speak for where you were or who you mighta been around, but there's a bunch of us got whisked onto this ship without so much as a 'by your leave,' and we've been here ever since. Me, I'm working on a few weeks now, since I've been home."

Which is starting to niggle at her, but she's not gonna think about it right this second. "Apparently, it's somethin' to do with the crew of this ship bein' in some kinda strife with some omnipotent space being or whatnot, who I guess thinks it's a good time snapping his fingers and dragging people from out of their right place to cool their heels here."

She shrugs, mouth twisting: it is what it is. "As for gettin' back, sorry, brother. So far, we've all been just stuck here twiddlin' our thumbs and gettin' in the crew's way. The food 'n drink are free, though, and the room's ain't so bad."

[kodiak]

"A few weeks?" Tyr is not given to parroting back just anything he's told, not even when the information is unexpected and unwelcome as this entire conversation -- this entire day, really. He had expected an opportunity to prove he hadn't grown soft living among humans who sought only peace, what he'd gotten was not the glorious battle he'd yearned for.

Unceremoniously dumped into another universe by a supposed omnipotent being as he has been, nevertheless, it is still a situation he means to survive. And something tells him demanding to be returned isn't going to get him very far, either with present company or whatever it is that apparently pulled him through that tunnel.

"And is there anyone working on finding a way to undo this?"

[zerocharliexray]

"Nah," she says, broadly sarcastic. "We've all just been sitting on our thumbs and playin' cards. 'Course there is, only it doesn't seem like there is a way, aside from gettin' whoever dropped us off to change it's mind and put us back where we belong again. Word around the group is a few of us've seen him a time or two, but nobody's had much luck yet."

She takes a second's consideration of him, eyeing him critically, gun and unamused expression and all. "The crew's been downright welcoming, but I don't think they'll take too kindly to that big gun you got there. Maybe you oughta talk to Security, first."

[kodiak]

The sarcasm sparks another incline of an eyebrow, but little more than that. In retrospect, he's aware of how irrational the question was. He doesn't admit it aloud, nevertheless, choosing to roll his shoulders instead. When she draws attention to the gun, however, he takes the change in topic. His eyes track to it.

"Most security officers don't 'take kindly,' no," he comments absently, before his gaze tracks back to her. "But this is my very favorite gun." It's little more than a deadpan, but he certainly isn't brandishing the thing.