The Nietzschean or the Tiger
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,423
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2
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I do not own Andromeda, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
This is an SOS from the transport ship Rakshava. We have been attacked by pirates. We are humans who sought a new life on the planet Haven. Please if there is anyone to hear this, help us. We are landing on the fifth planet of the Altis Planari System. This is an SOS from the transport ship Rakshava. We have been attacked by pirates. We are humans who sought a new life on the planet Haven. Please if there is anyone to hear this, help us. We are landing on the fifth planet of the Altis Planari System. This is an SOS from the transport ship Rakshava. We have been attacked by pirates. We are humans who sought a new life on the planet Haven. Please if there is anyone to hear this, help us. We are landing on the fifth planet of the Altis Planari System.
"Enough, Rommie. How far are we from that system?" Dylan asked as he settled into the Captain’s seat.
"We are about 4 hours from there, Captain. Shall I lay in a course?" Rommie replied
"Yes."
"Captain?" Tyr Anasazi called out from behind the tactical station, "I don’t think this is a good idea. We don’t know how many of them there are or what their abilities are. It is unwise to allow yourself to be outnumbered."
"Tyr, they need help and you’re right. We don’t know what talents they have. It might be that they have an ability that we need. Isn’t ‘Rakshava’ a Nietzschean word?"
"It means ‘Survivor’."
"Then let’s see if there are any. Rommie, let’s go to the fifth planet."
* * *
The Andromeda Ascendant sailed through the dark night of space towards the fifth planet of the Altis Planari system. On the fifth planet, a sensor array beeped quietly insistent. A young man ran down the incline and into the cave, sweat sticking his hair to his face, he paused and took time to take deep breaths. Straightening up, he walked over, checking the data the array displayed, he smiled. Lifting it. He placed it into a recess in the cave wall. Then went over to awaken the other three.
* * *
Raa ran across the drum sand carefully. I can’t let them see me. It would have to be drum sand on this planet. When I get across here, straight up the cliff, there should be caves. Caves to hide in. Caves to trap them in. Cave shelves to drop on them. I love my people but let it never be said we don’t know how to be pragmatists. Raa climbed up the cliff, hands instinctively finding holds. With a final large tug, he was on top of the cliff. Turning over onto his stomach, he looked for his pursuers. Seeing them at the base of the cliff, he forced himself to get up and start heading towards the plateau and find those caves the scanner picked up as the transport went down.
Overhead, a large streak of fire ran across the sky. Looking up, Raa noticed it was supposed to come down on the other side of the plateau. Perhaps, I can get there before those three. Of course though, they haven’t been running for 3 days straight.
Raa took off, arm wrapped around his ribs as the acid in his muscles built up, and he headed for where he had last seen the shuttle land. Bursting from the trees at the end of the plateau, disgust colored his face, as there was no sign of the shuttle. Ahead of him, the land dropped, flopping down onto his stomach he saw the shuttle in a small dip. Four figures stepped out. Two were human, a man and a woman. One was a purple something. The other was Nietzschean.
Straining his hearing to determine if the others had caught up to him, he tensed. Nothing. He relaxed muscles that were sore with exertion and in pain. Laying his head on the ground, Raa tried to control his gasping. Suddenly a snap, a click told him that his rest was over. He had a choice, either he faced the three behind him or he took a chance on the four ahead of him. He could play on the humans’ weaknesses. He looked harmless but the Nietzschean wouldn’t trust him. The Nietzschean might in fact give him to the three that followed. I told those fools that if we have to eat the dead at least prepare them so it won’t go bad... no... poor specimens of Nietzscheans that they are, they glutted themselves and now they’ve decided that I’m a tasty morsel.
A bolt flew by his head, Raa spun over, jumping into a runner’s stance, and he took off. Looks like I’ll take my chances with the four of them. Remind me what made me take a position on a transport? How could I have sunk so low as to really be on a transport? The only women one can meet there are humans. Raa ran down the scree, surprising the four at the bottom. Taking their appearance in at a glance he ducked behind the purple one.
* * *
Dylan turned at the sound of rock falling. A young man scrambled down the scree and jumped behind Trance. Breathing harshly, he looked up at them.
"Hi. Looking for your colonists?" he said.
"Uh... well..."
"Dead. All of them. They died in the crash or rather most of them did. Some died later. At one point the crew decided to eat the dead to survive, it was the most practical thing after all. Unfortunately most of the meat went bad. There are no native animals to eat. Now they are onto live game."
"What?! What sort of people are they?" Dylan exclaimed
"Let me guess: Not your colonists? You are not from Haven." Raa deduced.
"No, I’m Captain Dylan Hunt of the Commonwealth Starship Andromeda Ascendant."
"The Commonwealth doesn’t exist anymore." Raa stated
"As long as I live, it does."
"Andromeda Ascendant? Wasn’t that lost at the Hephaestus black hole?"
"We broke free."
"Apparently, well this was a nice rest but since they are coming, it’s time for me to throw an unknown factor into their plan."
"Is that why you are hiding behind Trance?" Tyr questioned.
"Trance?" The purple girl smiled down at him, "Well, I have no idea what in the universe she is, or if she is dangerous. Those idiots out there don’t know what she is either or if she is dangerous. You are a Nietzschean, they know you. Those two are humans, and easily defeated. This one... who knows?" Raa scrambled to his feet.
"OK, so these guys are trying to kill you to eat you?" The human woman asked.
"Yeah but who knows they may keep you alive but these two they’ll try to eat, Trance they won’t touch." Raa answered her.
"OK. Who are they?"
"The crew of the Nietzschean transport ship Rakshava."
"They are Nietzscheans?" Dylan asked amazed.
"You, if history is right for once, had a Nietzschean as your first officer and friend, rumored to be your best man at your wedding, which you missed. You are that Dylan Hunt of the Starship Andromeda Ascendant?"
"Yes."
"Then you should know as well as anyone other than a Nietzschean, that we as a people are practical. We hold nothing but the Progenitor and his works, Darwin and his works, and Dawkins and his works anywhere near close to sacred. They are dead. The ‘soul’, which you are probably concerned about, isn’t there. We need food. There is nothing here that even we can eat except for the trees. The fruits concentrate all that is bad in the soil, so eating them is poisonous even to us. The bark is OK, a bit dry. The water is flat and has a chemical aftertaste; too much of it is deadly. Insects have been rarely seen and never caught, so I can’t tell you about them. The only palatable, nutritious, dietary correct food for maintaining brain function and mobility was the dead bodies. Do you expect us to starve? Please, don’t be naive."
"So you just cut them up and made stew out of them?" Trance asked acidly.
"No, we skinned them first. And now Trance, I suggest..." Raa swept Trance’s legs from under her and dropped to the ground. "Oh well, see ya." Raa ducked into the shuttle.
A bolt hit the side right after he ducked in. Tyr turned, aimed and fired. Dylan raised his force lance. One of the Nietzscheans fell, his head already at an unnatural angle. Tyr walked backwards to the door of the shuttle, helping Trance up as he passes her. The two remaining Nietzscheans attack Dylan and Beka. Using his staff, Dylan knocked the other two out and pushed Beka into the shuttle.
"Take us up, Tyr! Now!"
"Of course, Captain." Tyr raised the shuttle and they headed back to the Andromeda.
Dylan turned to their passenger. "Now perhaps you will tell us who you are?"
"Astrogator First Class Gavain Raa of the late and unmourned Nietzschean Transport Ship Rakshava."
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This is an SOS from the transport ship Rakshava. We have been attacked by pirates. We are humans who sought a new life on the planet Haven. Please if there is anyone to hear this, help us. We are landing on the fifth planet of the Altis Planari System. This is an SOS from the transport ship Rakshava. We have been attacked by pirates. We are humans who sought a new life on the planet Haven. Please if there is anyone to hear this, help us. We are landing on the fifth planet of the Altis Planari System. This is an SOS from the transport ship Rakshava. We have been attacked by pirates. We are humans who sought a new life on the planet Haven. Please if there is anyone to hear this, help us. We are landing on the fifth planet of the Altis Planari System.
"Enough, Rommie. How far are we from that system?" Dylan asked as he settled into the Captain’s seat.
"We are about 4 hours from there, Captain. Shall I lay in a course?" Rommie replied
"Yes."
"Captain?" Tyr Anasazi called out from behind the tactical station, "I don’t think this is a good idea. We don’t know how many of them there are or what their abilities are. It is unwise to allow yourself to be outnumbered."
"Tyr, they need help and you’re right. We don’t know what talents they have. It might be that they have an ability that we need. Isn’t ‘Rakshava’ a Nietzschean word?"
"It means ‘Survivor’."
"Then let’s see if there are any. Rommie, let’s go to the fifth planet."
* * *
The Andromeda Ascendant sailed through the dark night of space towards the fifth planet of the Altis Planari system. On the fifth planet, a sensor array beeped quietly insistent. A young man ran down the incline and into the cave, sweat sticking his hair to his face, he paused and took time to take deep breaths. Straightening up, he walked over, checking the data the array displayed, he smiled. Lifting it. He placed it into a recess in the cave wall. Then went over to awaken the other three.
* * *
Raa ran across the drum sand carefully. I can’t let them see me. It would have to be drum sand on this planet. When I get across here, straight up the cliff, there should be caves. Caves to hide in. Caves to trap them in. Cave shelves to drop on them. I love my people but let it never be said we don’t know how to be pragmatists. Raa climbed up the cliff, hands instinctively finding holds. With a final large tug, he was on top of the cliff. Turning over onto his stomach, he looked for his pursuers. Seeing them at the base of the cliff, he forced himself to get up and start heading towards the plateau and find those caves the scanner picked up as the transport went down.
Overhead, a large streak of fire ran across the sky. Looking up, Raa noticed it was supposed to come down on the other side of the plateau. Perhaps, I can get there before those three. Of course though, they haven’t been running for 3 days straight.
Raa took off, arm wrapped around his ribs as the acid in his muscles built up, and he headed for where he had last seen the shuttle land. Bursting from the trees at the end of the plateau, disgust colored his face, as there was no sign of the shuttle. Ahead of him, the land dropped, flopping down onto his stomach he saw the shuttle in a small dip. Four figures stepped out. Two were human, a man and a woman. One was a purple something. The other was Nietzschean.
Straining his hearing to determine if the others had caught up to him, he tensed. Nothing. He relaxed muscles that were sore with exertion and in pain. Laying his head on the ground, Raa tried to control his gasping. Suddenly a snap, a click told him that his rest was over. He had a choice, either he faced the three behind him or he took a chance on the four ahead of him. He could play on the humans’ weaknesses. He looked harmless but the Nietzschean wouldn’t trust him. The Nietzschean might in fact give him to the three that followed. I told those fools that if we have to eat the dead at least prepare them so it won’t go bad... no... poor specimens of Nietzscheans that they are, they glutted themselves and now they’ve decided that I’m a tasty morsel.
A bolt flew by his head, Raa spun over, jumping into a runner’s stance, and he took off. Looks like I’ll take my chances with the four of them. Remind me what made me take a position on a transport? How could I have sunk so low as to really be on a transport? The only women one can meet there are humans. Raa ran down the scree, surprising the four at the bottom. Taking their appearance in at a glance he ducked behind the purple one.
* * *
Dylan turned at the sound of rock falling. A young man scrambled down the scree and jumped behind Trance. Breathing harshly, he looked up at them.
"Hi. Looking for your colonists?" he said.
"Uh... well..."
"Dead. All of them. They died in the crash or rather most of them did. Some died later. At one point the crew decided to eat the dead to survive, it was the most practical thing after all. Unfortunately most of the meat went bad. There are no native animals to eat. Now they are onto live game."
"What?! What sort of people are they?" Dylan exclaimed
"Let me guess: Not your colonists? You are not from Haven." Raa deduced.
"No, I’m Captain Dylan Hunt of the Commonwealth Starship Andromeda Ascendant."
"The Commonwealth doesn’t exist anymore." Raa stated
"As long as I live, it does."
"Andromeda Ascendant? Wasn’t that lost at the Hephaestus black hole?"
"We broke free."
"Apparently, well this was a nice rest but since they are coming, it’s time for me to throw an unknown factor into their plan."
"Is that why you are hiding behind Trance?" Tyr questioned.
"Trance?" The purple girl smiled down at him, "Well, I have no idea what in the universe she is, or if she is dangerous. Those idiots out there don’t know what she is either or if she is dangerous. You are a Nietzschean, they know you. Those two are humans, and easily defeated. This one... who knows?" Raa scrambled to his feet.
"OK, so these guys are trying to kill you to eat you?" The human woman asked.
"Yeah but who knows they may keep you alive but these two they’ll try to eat, Trance they won’t touch." Raa answered her.
"OK. Who are they?"
"The crew of the Nietzschean transport ship Rakshava."
"They are Nietzscheans?" Dylan asked amazed.
"You, if history is right for once, had a Nietzschean as your first officer and friend, rumored to be your best man at your wedding, which you missed. You are that Dylan Hunt of the Starship Andromeda Ascendant?"
"Yes."
"Then you should know as well as anyone other than a Nietzschean, that we as a people are practical. We hold nothing but the Progenitor and his works, Darwin and his works, and Dawkins and his works anywhere near close to sacred. They are dead. The ‘soul’, which you are probably concerned about, isn’t there. We need food. There is nothing here that even we can eat except for the trees. The fruits concentrate all that is bad in the soil, so eating them is poisonous even to us. The bark is OK, a bit dry. The water is flat and has a chemical aftertaste; too much of it is deadly. Insects have been rarely seen and never caught, so I can’t tell you about them. The only palatable, nutritious, dietary correct food for maintaining brain function and mobility was the dead bodies. Do you expect us to starve? Please, don’t be naive."
"So you just cut them up and made stew out of them?" Trance asked acidly.
"No, we skinned them first. And now Trance, I suggest..." Raa swept Trance’s legs from under her and dropped to the ground. "Oh well, see ya." Raa ducked into the shuttle.
A bolt hit the side right after he ducked in. Tyr turned, aimed and fired. Dylan raised his force lance. One of the Nietzscheans fell, his head already at an unnatural angle. Tyr walked backwards to the door of the shuttle, helping Trance up as he passes her. The two remaining Nietzscheans attack Dylan and Beka. Using his staff, Dylan knocked the other two out and pushed Beka into the shuttle.
"Take us up, Tyr! Now!"
"Of course, Captain." Tyr raised the shuttle and they headed back to the Andromeda.
Dylan turned to their passenger. "Now perhaps you will tell us who you are?"
"Astrogator First Class Gavain Raa of the late and unmourned Nietzschean Transport Ship Rakshava."