The Nietzschean or the Tiger
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1 through F › Andromeda
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,426
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2
Recommended:
0
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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 4
Chapter 4
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Chapter 4
Three months later
Dylan sat in his chair and looked over the reports. Rather he was looking at them but not seeing them. I wonder if Raa knows how distracting he is?
* * *
Raa let the rhythm of his feet carry him away.
Slap
Slap
Slap
Slap
Raa ran around the deck, heading into what used to be officer country. His hair hung down in his eyes, the body hugging suit showed every ripple and muscle. Breathing deeply, Raa turned the corner to the present crew quarters. Ahead of him, Dylan was just coming out of his quarters. Dylan was dressed in soft baggy shorts and an old T-shirt. A small bag was flipped over his head to hang shoulder to hip.
"Dylan, come run with me. It’s refreshing and relaxing."
"Raa. I was about to go play some basketball. How about we run there?"
"How about we take the long route and then I can whip your ass playing basketball."
"Sure, I’ll even teach you how to play... within the rules of course." Dylan turned and started off.
"Rules, as you humans say, are made to be broken." Raa replied laughing. His eyes sparked a glorious brown.
"Some are, basketball isn’t. The whole point of the game is to manage to score the most points within a rigid system of rules. If you break the rules, it’s as good as saying that you can’t think of a way to win." Dylan stopped and turned to Raa. Raa bumped into him.
"Oh?" Raa looked up at him, since Raa only came up to his chin. "So if I cheat, then I’m too stupid to think of a way to win?"
"Yeah." Dylan looked down at the devilish grin on Raa’s face. "So can you play within the rules?"
"Of course." Raa lifted his hand to Dylan’s chest, slipping his hand between Dylan’s shirt and the bag, laying his hand over Dylan’s heart, "Since you are such a pro," Raa stretched up to loo Dyl Dylan, "I’ll expect you to give me 2 points and 2 free throws." Laughing, Raa, flipped Dylan’s bag over his head and took off down the hall.
Dylan stared after him. Beautiful. Now let's see if I can get him so sweaty, he'll have to change into lighter clothes.
* * *
Dylan stepped in and stole the ball from Raa, with a grin he dribbled it past Raa’s astonished face and shot the ball through the hoop. Raa looked at him, "Very good, Dylan. That makes it 59 to 14, your favor. Want to stop?"
"Sure, I should put you out of your misery." Dylan said holding the ball.
"Very funny, Dylan. Now what prize do you want? After all you won the bet." Raa asked.
Dylan placed the ball down on the side and tossed Raa a towel. "Easy. Tonight, after our bridge shift, you come to dinner." Dylan said, drying his hair
Raa looked up, draping the towel about his shoulder, "Dinner? At your quarters?"
"Yeah."
"OK, say about an hour after shift?" Raa asked smirking at Dylan.
"Good. You know I thought Nietzscheans never bet unless it was a sure thing." Dylan said as he slung his bag over his shoulder.
"And who said that this isn’t exactly what I had planned Dylan?" Raa said as he slipped out the door.
Dylan ran after him, laughing. "OK. If you say so." Dylan put an arm around Raa and smiled. Forgive me ‘Heris.
* * *
Look at them, Dylan with his arm around Raa’s shoulders. I know what you are up to Raa. I know you plan to seduce Dylan away from his work. I know you. You are using your looks to take away our chances. You look like Rhade and don’t pretend you don’t. You know you do. Who sent you, who sent you to destroy Dylan? I will destroy you, Raa.
* * *
"Dylan looked up as Tyr walked onto the bridge. "Hey Tyr."
"Hunt."
"Tyr, tell me something if you can?"
"Since you are asking me, I take it that Raa did something."
"Well, yeah. As I understood it, Nietzscheans hate to lose. Once, I was playing Go with Rhade, and I discovered he was cheating. He said that to a Nietzschean winning was everything. A matter of life and death. It could be something so simple as a game of Go or a duel but that they always had to win."
"Yes." Tyr walked over to the tactical station and checked that everything was OK, "And?"
"Today, I met Raa on my way to play basall.all. I asked him to join in. He agreed and as we played, I realized he was holding back. Several times I saw him almost make a shot but he checked himself."
"There’s something you aren’t telling me."
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"We made a bet."
"What bet?"
"Nothing important."
"Very well. I would hazard a guess that he wanted to lose. That by losing, he wins."
"That’s what I don’t understand."
"Captain, you see this basketball game as simply a game. Once time is up, it’s over. For Nietzscheans it’s never over. In Go or chess you might sacrifice a piece to force your opponent to make another move. And when he d you you are in a stronger position than you were before. Raa ‘lost’ the game, thereby allowing you to ‘win’ your bet. It’s most likely that he wants you to do something, he wants you to make a certain move."
"Hmmm, thanks Tyr."
"Welcome Captain, you are of course aware that he knows you wgoingoing to ask me this and he knows what I will tell you. He has factored this into his equations. You just made the move he expected."
"I see and he knows you are going to warn me off, so I have two choices. Either act like we didn’t talk and pretend I don’t know what he’s doing, or act on your advice. If I don’t react then he’ll think I’m just preteg org or I’m just dense. I do act, he’ll know that I know what he’s up to. This is confusing. I think that’s why I like Nietzscheans."
"I see. Perhaps we can get together later after shift to discuss Nietzschean philosophy, Captain?"
"I would love to Tyr." Dylan smiled up at his Nietzschean Tac Officer, "But I can’t. Perhaps, Tomorrow?"
"Perhaps." Raa!
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Chapter 4
Three months later
Dylan sat in his chair and looked over the reports. Rather he was looking at them but not seeing them. I wonder if Raa knows how distracting he is?
* * *
Raa let the rhythm of his feet carry him away.
Slap
Slap
Slap
Slap
Raa ran around the deck, heading into what used to be officer country. His hair hung down in his eyes, the body hugging suit showed every ripple and muscle. Breathing deeply, Raa turned the corner to the present crew quarters. Ahead of him, Dylan was just coming out of his quarters. Dylan was dressed in soft baggy shorts and an old T-shirt. A small bag was flipped over his head to hang shoulder to hip.
"Dylan, come run with me. It’s refreshing and relaxing."
"Raa. I was about to go play some basketball. How about we run there?"
"How about we take the long route and then I can whip your ass playing basketball."
"Sure, I’ll even teach you how to play... within the rules of course." Dylan turned and started off.
"Rules, as you humans say, are made to be broken." Raa replied laughing. His eyes sparked a glorious brown.
"Some are, basketball isn’t. The whole point of the game is to manage to score the most points within a rigid system of rules. If you break the rules, it’s as good as saying that you can’t think of a way to win." Dylan stopped and turned to Raa. Raa bumped into him.
"Oh?" Raa looked up at him, since Raa only came up to his chin. "So if I cheat, then I’m too stupid to think of a way to win?"
"Yeah." Dylan looked down at the devilish grin on Raa’s face. "So can you play within the rules?"
"Of course." Raa lifted his hand to Dylan’s chest, slipping his hand between Dylan’s shirt and the bag, laying his hand over Dylan’s heart, "Since you are such a pro," Raa stretched up to loo Dyl Dylan, "I’ll expect you to give me 2 points and 2 free throws." Laughing, Raa, flipped Dylan’s bag over his head and took off down the hall.
Dylan stared after him. Beautiful. Now let's see if I can get him so sweaty, he'll have to change into lighter clothes.
* * *
Dylan stepped in and stole the ball from Raa, with a grin he dribbled it past Raa’s astonished face and shot the ball through the hoop. Raa looked at him, "Very good, Dylan. That makes it 59 to 14, your favor. Want to stop?"
"Sure, I should put you out of your misery." Dylan said holding the ball.
"Very funny, Dylan. Now what prize do you want? After all you won the bet." Raa asked.
Dylan placed the ball down on the side and tossed Raa a towel. "Easy. Tonight, after our bridge shift, you come to dinner." Dylan said, drying his hair
Raa looked up, draping the towel about his shoulder, "Dinner? At your quarters?"
"Yeah."
"OK, say about an hour after shift?" Raa asked smirking at Dylan.
"Good. You know I thought Nietzscheans never bet unless it was a sure thing." Dylan said as he slung his bag over his shoulder.
"And who said that this isn’t exactly what I had planned Dylan?" Raa said as he slipped out the door.
Dylan ran after him, laughing. "OK. If you say so." Dylan put an arm around Raa and smiled. Forgive me ‘Heris.
* * *
Look at them, Dylan with his arm around Raa’s shoulders. I know what you are up to Raa. I know you plan to seduce Dylan away from his work. I know you. You are using your looks to take away our chances. You look like Rhade and don’t pretend you don’t. You know you do. Who sent you, who sent you to destroy Dylan? I will destroy you, Raa.
* * *
"Dylan looked up as Tyr walked onto the bridge. "Hey Tyr."
"Hunt."
"Tyr, tell me something if you can?"
"Since you are asking me, I take it that Raa did something."
"Well, yeah. As I understood it, Nietzscheans hate to lose. Once, I was playing Go with Rhade, and I discovered he was cheating. He said that to a Nietzschean winning was everything. A matter of life and death. It could be something so simple as a game of Go or a duel but that they always had to win."
"Yes." Tyr walked over to the tactical station and checked that everything was OK, "And?"
"Today, I met Raa on my way to play basall.all. I asked him to join in. He agreed and as we played, I realized he was holding back. Several times I saw him almost make a shot but he checked himself."
"There’s something you aren’t telling me."
&n
"W
"We made a bet."
"What bet?"
"Nothing important."
"Very well. I would hazard a guess that he wanted to lose. That by losing, he wins."
"That’s what I don’t understand."
"Captain, you see this basketball game as simply a game. Once time is up, it’s over. For Nietzscheans it’s never over. In Go or chess you might sacrifice a piece to force your opponent to make another move. And when he d you you are in a stronger position than you were before. Raa ‘lost’ the game, thereby allowing you to ‘win’ your bet. It’s most likely that he wants you to do something, he wants you to make a certain move."
"Hmmm, thanks Tyr."
"Welcome Captain, you are of course aware that he knows you wgoingoing to ask me this and he knows what I will tell you. He has factored this into his equations. You just made the move he expected."
"I see and he knows you are going to warn me off, so I have two choices. Either act like we didn’t talk and pretend I don’t know what he’s doing, or act on your advice. If I don’t react then he’ll think I’m just preteg org or I’m just dense. I do act, he’ll know that I know what he’s up to. This is confusing. I think that’s why I like Nietzscheans."
"I see. Perhaps we can get together later after shift to discuss Nietzschean philosophy, Captain?"
"I would love to Tyr." Dylan smiled up at his Nietzschean Tac Officer, "But I can’t. Perhaps, Tomorrow?"
"Perhaps." Raa!