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Enter Tyr.
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.]
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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But this one gets a lot both less and more outlandish once you've spent weeks, and then months staring at the walls of Ten Forward, as nothing changed and no one brought any more, or new, news, while that bar continued to bring stragglers like the place was adopting them from all over that it could reach to.
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"How long has this been going on?"
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Unlike John who ran around pointing at everything like a frelling child, laughing and smiling, wanting her to like it.
"I've been here about a third of a half cycle. Some people a little longer than that." That was probably the least comforting.
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Unfamiliar with the terminology as he is, it's still simple enough to parse. He might not know precisely which orbit of what length it was based on, but in general, he gets the idea. Too long to be anything but disconcerting.
His eyes close briefly, posture shifting with a shake of his head. There is no use putting voice to what is obvious.
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Still it's not a fate she'd wish on any soldier used to movement, and he's something like it even if it's not exactly that.
"They'll want you for an exam and a room once they figure out you've arrived, too. People pop up all over the place, even though they keep trying to cordon them off to one mess hall. But they start each new arrival the same way, even as the whole thing seems to be entirely out of their control." The logic of their dictates and boundaries escapes her.
But then Aeryn is still rather certain than 'humans' and 'logic' are not synonymous concepts.
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Nevertheless, Tyr knows how to pick his moments for rebellion, and he reasons cooperation for the time being is wiser than mounting a one-man resistance on a ship he knows nothing about.
"And will they have something to say about my weaponry?" He shifts the gun on his shoulder. He hasn't missed the fact that she has her own, but if he chooses to believe that she is not, in fact, lying to him about how similar their positions are, she has been here longer. To say nothing of the fact that he is wearing three guns, two knives, and force lance.