The Nietzschean or the Tiger
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1 through F › Andromeda
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,433
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2
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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 5
Chapter 5
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Chapter 5
As if his very name called him up, Raa walked off the lift and onto the bridge. He had changed into the dark red leather pants for ordinary ship work. A small cut-off tee that left his midriff bare graced his torso.
"Sorry I’m late, Hunt." Raa said smiling.
"It’s OK, there’s nothing happening right now anyhow."
"OK, Hunt." Raa turned and walked over to Tyr, "Anything of interest?"
"Not really." Tyr said.
Dylan watched his two Nietzschean crew for a moment. I don’t know what I’m going to do about those two. Tyr obviously sees him as a rival. Raa on the other hand is playing like this is all normal, natural. Which means he has to be up to something. Why me? Dylan looked down at his reports and grinned. Finally a way to get off the bridge and out of the line of fire. Dylan stood up and waving the reports made his excuse and left.
Sighing, Dylan leaned against the wall outside of the bridge.
"Rommie?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"Is there any way for me to listen to what those two talk about in there?"
"It would be an invasion of privacy, Captain."
"No, huh?"
"No, Captain."
* * *
"Tyr, why do you oppose me for Dylan?" Raa asked quietly, looking down at his station.
"Why are you challenging me for Dylan?" Tyr asked.
"I happen to think that save for his optimism, Hunt would be a good colleague and second to me."
"So you plan on being Alpha?"
"Who else but an Alpha would even try to get Dylan?"
"You want Dylan and so do I. We will see who Dylan picks."
"Yes, we will."
* * *
In a maintenance tube, Dylan sat back, thinking over the conversation that he just heard. Quickly, Dylan headed towards his quarters. Opening the door he called, "Rolf!"
"Welcome Captain, how may I help you?" Rolf asked pleasantly.
"I need you to explain something to me."
"Very well."
"I just overheard both Tyr and Raa state that they plan to fight over me. That I was fit only for an Alpha. Explain." Dylan raged. He slammed the reports down and fell into a chair.
"Well Captain. As far as I know, Nietzscheans marry for reproduction, however some Nietzscheans do take long term lovers. They are always of the same gender, and since two people of the same gender cannot have a child, these are usually matches made strictly for what some call love. You and Rhade had such a match. Since Radhe is no longer alive I can tell you that he was disturbed by your cessation of relations once you decided to pursue Sarah. In fact, Radhe once mentioned to me that he didn’t know why you didn’t want him anymore. It wasn’t like he was going to get in the way of your relationship with Sarah, since as a male he could not give birth.
"I would put forth the idea that both Raa and Tyr feel that you would be better served with themselves. do do you feel an attraction to, if you feel so?"
"Tyr... is a strong, handsome man who anyone would love to be with. He’s a good man. He’s harsh but I can’t find anything wrong with him. I admire him. I expect him to be a Nietzschean through and through."
"And Raa?"
"Raa, I’m not so sure of... he reminds me of Rhade a lot. Same laugh and mannerisms. It’s like a younger Rhade but I know he isn’t. My mind knows rather but my heart, my body still wants to hold him close and love him. I think it’s cause of how much he looks like Rhade and I don’t know if I can separate Raa and Rhade."
"He’s not Rhade though I too mistook him for Gaheris. If you are so unsure then perhaps you shouldn’t see him in a romantic setting."
"Too late, he’s coming for dinner."
* * *
Raa paced in front of Dylan’s door. Breathing deep he paced, muttering to himself, "you can do it, I know you can and why cause you deserve to be alpha, you deserve Dylan. You will defeat Tyr." Taking one last deep breath, he turned and knocked on the door.
Dylan tapped the door opened, a smile gracing his lips, "Gavain, come in."
Raa stepped in, "So now that you have lured me to your lair, what shall you do with me?"
"I think I’ll feed you, fatten you up and bake you into a pie," Dylan growled, his voice right over Raa’s shoulder. "You know it figures that the Nietzscheans kept the old fairy tales, they probably researched them and kept the bloodier versions." Dylan walked past him and went into the kitchen area.
"Well, Dylan, the real reason for ‘fairy tales’ was to warn children about behaviors that were contrasurvival." Raa smiled shyly and walked around the room, lifting some items and studying them.
Finally he stopped in front of a picture. It was a rather large picture. Two men stood in the foreground. One was dressed in the white peace dress uniform of the High Guard, his hair brushed back, calm blue eyes looking out, his right hand reaching across his body to shake the left hand of the diplomat to his left. In his left hand, between him and the diploma, a force lance. The top was tilted as if it was ready to fire. In the diplomat’s right hand was a staff of office. It too was tilted slightly forward as if reinforcing the menace of the force lance. Behind and staggered outwards of both men were obviously their staff. Behind the High Guard another stood, his face held a faint suggestion of a smile. His dark eyes and black hair provided a stark contrast with his white uniform, the gently dark olive of his skin was overlaid with the paleness of a space tan, making him look even paler than usual. His force lance was held in an iron grip, brushing the spikes clasped tight to his arms, the end of the lance dropping a little below plane in his right hand. His left hand was obscured by his superior officer, a slight angle and a flash of white gave the impression that the arm was lifted. That the hand was pressing lightly into the small of the back of the superior officer.
"Rhade, Gaheris. ‘Heris to me, when we were alone. My best friend, my First Officer. Someone I hurt badly because I didn’t understand about Nietzscheans." Dylan said quietly, right behind Raa.
"Tell me about him."
"Not tonight. Though you really do look a lot like him." Dylan reached up, stroking his thumb down Raa’s cheek. "Tonight you’ll tell me about you, where you come from, about life on the Rakshava, just tell me about you." Reaching out, Dylan took Raa’s hand and led him over to the dinner table.
* * *
Raa ate the last of the milsi stalks and laughed, "So then my brother looked up at our mother and said, ‘Well now we can see how fast he can heal.’ Mother shook her head then asked why she was burdened with male children and left us to sort ourselves out."
"Seems as if you and your siblings had a lot of fun on Darwin’s Planet."
"Yes, 78 percent of Darwin’s planet is very rough and dry, a desert but it is good. Provides us with ample challenges to prove our fitness and strength. The rest of planet is either city or green, which we made. We are excellent with genetic manipulation. It’s something we try to keep up with, it can be used to help improve our genetic quality."
"I would guess so... does you genetic superiority lead you to dance?" Dylan asked standing and cueing the music. With a small sad smile, Dylan offered his hand.
Raa stands up, "You mean the graceful movement in conjunction with a pleasing set pattern of notes? Yes, after all... it’s a method of perfecting grace. Grace can help in all sorts of ways." Raa lay his hand in Dylan’s.
Dylan swung him out of his seat, as a low thrum echoed through the room, the music soared up in loops and curls until it dropped from a birdlike whistle into a deep mournful sound of a whale. Dylan guided Raa in the steps of the dance; Raa flowed up against him at the crash of surf, like water itself. His body molded and rippled. His lips caressed Dylan’s shoulder. His hands slid down those muscular arms.
"Dylan, I’m not Radhe."
"I know... I could never get him to eat milsi stalks even though they are so good for him." Dylan leaned in and kissed him gently, first a gentle lick to get Raa to open his mouth. Dylan held him close as his lips traveled down his neck, sucking , nipping, biting.
A knock on the door. "Captain, You’re needed on the bridge." Tyr’s voice rang clear through the door.
They jumped back as if burned. "Coming, Tyr." Dylan turned and headed through a doorway, when he came back out he was shrugging into his normal red leather. "Com Raa Raa?"
"Of course, Captain." TYR!
* * *
Rommie watched as Dylan and Raa left Dylan’s quarters, frowning, she entered his quarters.
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Chapter 5
As if his very name called him up, Raa walked off the lift and onto the bridge. He had changed into the dark red leather pants for ordinary ship work. A small cut-off tee that left his midriff bare graced his torso.
"Sorry I’m late, Hunt." Raa said smiling.
"It’s OK, there’s nothing happening right now anyhow."
"OK, Hunt." Raa turned and walked over to Tyr, "Anything of interest?"
"Not really." Tyr said.
Dylan watched his two Nietzschean crew for a moment. I don’t know what I’m going to do about those two. Tyr obviously sees him as a rival. Raa on the other hand is playing like this is all normal, natural. Which means he has to be up to something. Why me? Dylan looked down at his reports and grinned. Finally a way to get off the bridge and out of the line of fire. Dylan stood up and waving the reports made his excuse and left.
Sighing, Dylan leaned against the wall outside of the bridge.
"Rommie?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"Is there any way for me to listen to what those two talk about in there?"
"It would be an invasion of privacy, Captain."
"No, huh?"
"No, Captain."
* * *
"Tyr, why do you oppose me for Dylan?" Raa asked quietly, looking down at his station.
"Why are you challenging me for Dylan?" Tyr asked.
"I happen to think that save for his optimism, Hunt would be a good colleague and second to me."
"So you plan on being Alpha?"
"Who else but an Alpha would even try to get Dylan?"
"You want Dylan and so do I. We will see who Dylan picks."
"Yes, we will."
* * *
In a maintenance tube, Dylan sat back, thinking over the conversation that he just heard. Quickly, Dylan headed towards his quarters. Opening the door he called, "Rolf!"
"Welcome Captain, how may I help you?" Rolf asked pleasantly.
"I need you to explain something to me."
"Very well."
"I just overheard both Tyr and Raa state that they plan to fight over me. That I was fit only for an Alpha. Explain." Dylan raged. He slammed the reports down and fell into a chair.
"Well Captain. As far as I know, Nietzscheans marry for reproduction, however some Nietzscheans do take long term lovers. They are always of the same gender, and since two people of the same gender cannot have a child, these are usually matches made strictly for what some call love. You and Rhade had such a match. Since Radhe is no longer alive I can tell you that he was disturbed by your cessation of relations once you decided to pursue Sarah. In fact, Radhe once mentioned to me that he didn’t know why you didn’t want him anymore. It wasn’t like he was going to get in the way of your relationship with Sarah, since as a male he could not give birth.
"I would put forth the idea that both Raa and Tyr feel that you would be better served with themselves. do do you feel an attraction to, if you feel so?"
"Tyr... is a strong, handsome man who anyone would love to be with. He’s a good man. He’s harsh but I can’t find anything wrong with him. I admire him. I expect him to be a Nietzschean through and through."
"And Raa?"
"Raa, I’m not so sure of... he reminds me of Rhade a lot. Same laugh and mannerisms. It’s like a younger Rhade but I know he isn’t. My mind knows rather but my heart, my body still wants to hold him close and love him. I think it’s cause of how much he looks like Rhade and I don’t know if I can separate Raa and Rhade."
"He’s not Rhade though I too mistook him for Gaheris. If you are so unsure then perhaps you shouldn’t see him in a romantic setting."
"Too late, he’s coming for dinner."
* * *
Raa paced in front of Dylan’s door. Breathing deep he paced, muttering to himself, "you can do it, I know you can and why cause you deserve to be alpha, you deserve Dylan. You will defeat Tyr." Taking one last deep breath, he turned and knocked on the door.
Dylan tapped the door opened, a smile gracing his lips, "Gavain, come in."
Raa stepped in, "So now that you have lured me to your lair, what shall you do with me?"
"I think I’ll feed you, fatten you up and bake you into a pie," Dylan growled, his voice right over Raa’s shoulder. "You know it figures that the Nietzscheans kept the old fairy tales, they probably researched them and kept the bloodier versions." Dylan walked past him and went into the kitchen area.
"Well, Dylan, the real reason for ‘fairy tales’ was to warn children about behaviors that were contrasurvival." Raa smiled shyly and walked around the room, lifting some items and studying them.
Finally he stopped in front of a picture. It was a rather large picture. Two men stood in the foreground. One was dressed in the white peace dress uniform of the High Guard, his hair brushed back, calm blue eyes looking out, his right hand reaching across his body to shake the left hand of the diplomat to his left. In his left hand, between him and the diploma, a force lance. The top was tilted as if it was ready to fire. In the diplomat’s right hand was a staff of office. It too was tilted slightly forward as if reinforcing the menace of the force lance. Behind and staggered outwards of both men were obviously their staff. Behind the High Guard another stood, his face held a faint suggestion of a smile. His dark eyes and black hair provided a stark contrast with his white uniform, the gently dark olive of his skin was overlaid with the paleness of a space tan, making him look even paler than usual. His force lance was held in an iron grip, brushing the spikes clasped tight to his arms, the end of the lance dropping a little below plane in his right hand. His left hand was obscured by his superior officer, a slight angle and a flash of white gave the impression that the arm was lifted. That the hand was pressing lightly into the small of the back of the superior officer.
"Rhade, Gaheris. ‘Heris to me, when we were alone. My best friend, my First Officer. Someone I hurt badly because I didn’t understand about Nietzscheans." Dylan said quietly, right behind Raa.
"Tell me about him."
"Not tonight. Though you really do look a lot like him." Dylan reached up, stroking his thumb down Raa’s cheek. "Tonight you’ll tell me about you, where you come from, about life on the Rakshava, just tell me about you." Reaching out, Dylan took Raa’s hand and led him over to the dinner table.
* * *
Raa ate the last of the milsi stalks and laughed, "So then my brother looked up at our mother and said, ‘Well now we can see how fast he can heal.’ Mother shook her head then asked why she was burdened with male children and left us to sort ourselves out."
"Seems as if you and your siblings had a lot of fun on Darwin’s Planet."
"Yes, 78 percent of Darwin’s planet is very rough and dry, a desert but it is good. Provides us with ample challenges to prove our fitness and strength. The rest of planet is either city or green, which we made. We are excellent with genetic manipulation. It’s something we try to keep up with, it can be used to help improve our genetic quality."
"I would guess so... does you genetic superiority lead you to dance?" Dylan asked standing and cueing the music. With a small sad smile, Dylan offered his hand.
Raa stands up, "You mean the graceful movement in conjunction with a pleasing set pattern of notes? Yes, after all... it’s a method of perfecting grace. Grace can help in all sorts of ways." Raa lay his hand in Dylan’s.
Dylan swung him out of his seat, as a low thrum echoed through the room, the music soared up in loops and curls until it dropped from a birdlike whistle into a deep mournful sound of a whale. Dylan guided Raa in the steps of the dance; Raa flowed up against him at the crash of surf, like water itself. His body molded and rippled. His lips caressed Dylan’s shoulder. His hands slid down those muscular arms.
"Dylan, I’m not Radhe."
"I know... I could never get him to eat milsi stalks even though they are so good for him." Dylan leaned in and kissed him gently, first a gentle lick to get Raa to open his mouth. Dylan held him close as his lips traveled down his neck, sucking , nipping, biting.
A knock on the door. "Captain, You’re needed on the bridge." Tyr’s voice rang clear through the door.
They jumped back as if burned. "Coming, Tyr." Dylan turned and headed through a doorway, when he came back out he was shrugging into his normal red leather. "Com Raa Raa?"
"Of course, Captain." TYR!
* * *
Rommie watched as Dylan and Raa left Dylan’s quarters, frowning, she entered his quarters.