Tyr to the rescue again…
Disclaimer: The characters of Dylan Hunt does not belong to me but belongs instead to Tribune Pictures. I am borrowing them for this story. No money is being made from this story. This story is written for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s comment: This story is based loosely on the recent Andromeda episode “Vaults of Heaven” where Dylan tries to help some aliens living inside a moon to procreate. I was inspired to write this story when I saw Dylan strapped to a table and thought I could improve the episode. Of course days after the episode had aired, I still kept dreaming about Dylan strapped to a table and so this story was born.
SUMMARY: Who comes to Dylan’s rescue? You’ll have to read the story to find out. This story is a crossover between Star Trek, Hercules and Andromeda.
SPOILER WARNING: For those of you unfamiliar with the Andromeda episode “Vaults of Heaven, here’s the episode in a nutshell: Dylan tries to help an alien race that has sent out a distress beacon telepathetically inside Dylan’s head. Dylan and his crew arrives on a moon where the aliens kidnap Dylan and they strap him to a table (fully clothed) and then the head alien, the Queen tries to procreate with a strapped and bond Dylan because she needs to reproduce with a human to save her dying race and only Dylan’s bodily fluids can help her reproduce and start a new race. Dylan rationalizes with the alien Queen and tells her that it is wrong to force someone to procreate even if her intentions are noble (to save a dying race). In the end, the alien Queen unties Dylan and Dylan consents to her procreating with him. And they end up with a planet of little Dylan aliens.
FOR HERCULES FANS: Lots of tongue and cheek humor. At one point Dylan says I don’t understand this myth..it’s all greek to me..and then when Dylan was lying on that table the alien Queen keeps remarking “He is a STRONG human..STRONGER than the average human..” Hint: Dylan Hunt is Hercules maybe? Well definitely a Hercules joke if nothing else. And these Hercules jokes were just SO CUTE!
My take on the story: I decided to fix this story. I LIKED the idea of Dylan all cute and helpless on a lab table but I felt Tyr was missing from this picture so my story is less Dylancentric and more Tyrcentric. For I not only love the muscles of Dylan Hunt but I also love Tyr’s physique as well.
MAJOR SPOILER AND ADULT THEME WARNING: I am sad that Tyr will be leaving the show :{ at the end of this season. So I wrote a story with more Tyr in it. And there are some adult themes in this story. Just so you are warned! HEHEHEHE!
CHAPTER 1
Dylan awakened disoriented and confused. He tried to stand up but he found himself strapped to a metallic table, buck naked. The straps were solid. No matter how hard he pulled, the straps held. Dylan was an uncommonly strong human and most straps snapped when Dylan applied enough pressure, but these straps held him down to the table. The straps were of some kind of organic material sort of like live tree bark and it dug into his skin painfully each time he tried to snap them. The straps were white and glowed a sickening kind of white which hurt Dylan’s eyes. And every time Dylan would pull on the straps, it would glow so bright that Dylan had to shield his eyes. Not only were the straps hard on the eyes, every time he exerted pressure on these straps, the straps sent painful electrical impulses into Dylan’s skin causing great pain.
Alright. Pulling the straps will not get me out. Where am I? Sweat begins to form on Dylan’s forehead as he realized just how helpless he was. The sweat was beginning to run down into his eyes but Dylan’s hands were strapped down so he couldn’t wipe the sweat off his brow. Dylan grunted once again as he tried unsuccessfully to loosen his bindings but only managed to get more shock waves sent through his system. Blearily, Dylan began to look around to take stock of his surroundings.
Okay, I’m in some kind of alien laboratory. The walls are all bare and white. The floors are bare and white. There are no machines in sight. Dylan struggled to see where the exits were but the straps would not allow him to lift his head far enough for him to see if there were any exits. Lying buck naked on a laboratory table, Captain Dylan Hunt of Andromeda felt totally helpless. And this helplessness fueled his terror for he had no idea why he was being held and what had happened to him.
Exasperated beyond belief, Dylan shakes his head. How do I get myself into these messes? Why am I the one who always gets captured, kidnapped or imprisoned? Do I have victim stamped on my forehead? Maybe Tyr is right. I’m just an obsolete fossil from a time period when everyone can be trusted to tell the truth and when someone says they need help then they just need help. Why me? And naked! I just hope I can live this one down. If rescue comes and they see me like this—the great Captain Dylan Hercules Hunt—naked—strapped helpless to a table like an idiot.
I’ll never live this down. I’ll lose all credibility. The crew is just beginning to trust me and not think of me as a 300 year old relic from another time. Tyr thinks I’m an idealist and that there is no room for idealists in a world where there are none left. Sometimes I feel like such a freak out of time. Tyr warned me not to trust these aliens—he’s like Iolaus in that way—Sumeria!—need I explain more! But no, I had to trust these aliens, respond to their distress signal and now here I am! Captured again! Tyr and the others will have to rescue me AGAIN! When will I ever learn?
I’m the Captain. I’m supposed to be the one who does all the rescuing—get all the alien girls—not the other way around. Dylan begins to shiver—he didn’t know if it were from the dismally cold temperatures or from fear or maybe the dread of not knowing what these aliens wanted from him—and strapped down helpless—what the aliens wanted to do to him—worse case scenarios began to run through Dylan’s head—Do they want to do experiments on me? Needles? Blood? Oh I HATE needles! No! I will not let them do anything to me! Not like this! This is no way to treat any sentient being! Tied up and helpless and cold!
I must find a way out of here. God knows what kind of experiments they want to do on me. And strapped here helpless there’s nothing I can do to stop them. Rivulets of cold sweat brought on by cold fear started to drip down Dylan’s forehead. I have to get out of here soon before whatever doctors are here decide to use me as a guinea pig.
The alien voice spoke in Dylan’s head. The sound resounded loudly in Dylan’s mind interrupting all coherent thoughts and startling Dylan to full consciousness.
“Ah so you’re awake.”
“Get me out of here. Unstrap me. And get out of my head”
“ Such a strong willed specimen”
“I am not a laboratory experiment! I demand that you unstrap me” Dylan pulled on his straps for effect but the only results was painful raw skin around his shoulder blades, his stomach and his legs as the straps held tight no matter what he did.
“What do you want from me?”
A beautiful naked alien female appears before Dylan’s dazed eyes. The luminous figure had no real body. Instead she looked more like a spirit or a white wisp of energy dazzling and blinding in its beauty with the vague details of a naked human female. Her white hair fell on her white face and her white eyeballs lit up as she stroked Dylan’s body in a possessive fashion.
“Get your hands off of me” as Dylan tries to recoil from the alien’s hand but with little success as the straps held him tight. The alien’s fingers were cold like ice and sent cold shivers up and down his spine. She positioned herself on top of Dylan and when Dylan saw what she was about to do he tried to move away. The alien sits on top of Dylan’s legs with her legs straddled between his. She is just as naked as he is.
“You can’t do this. You can’t just force yourself on me. It’s not right!”
“You are a strong specimen” repeated the alien. “ I’m sorry Dylan but I have no choice but to force myself on you you see, my people are dying. and. I need your bodily fluids to procreate to regenerate my people. I am the Queen and I need to procreate now.”
“You can’t just forcibly take bodily fluids from me. It’s…”
The alien puts her hand on Dylan’s mouth as she positions herself on top of Dylan. “We are dying. We need to survive. We need to procreate NOW!”
Dylan squirms and struggles against his straps in a desperate struggle to get away from this forceful alien. Both the alien and Dylan wrestle on the lab table. Meanwhile the straps are digging deeper and deeper into his skin causing Dylan intolerable pain as electrical impulses are being sent throughout his body draining all his strength leaving him feeling exhausted and as weak as a day old kitten. If the cavalry didn’t arrive soon, Dylan would be fighting a losing battle and this alien would have her way against his will.
Just then a loud burst of light blinds Dylan as he hears a familiar yet amused voice boom through the air “Let go of my Captain and untie him now or I will blast you to pieces” as he positions his gigantic gun to the alien’s head.
I said “UNTIE HIM NOW before I scatter your molecules across the universe and don’t think I won’t do it either!” Tyr in all his resplendent glory is about to press the trigger. Quickly, the alien gets off Dylan and telepathically removes the straps binding Dylan to the table.
Beka looks at her naked Captain and can’t help but admire the musculature of his chest, his shoulders, his buttocks and of course she can’t tear her eyes away from his other vital body parts either as she notes..He is bigger than any man I have ever seen in the universe surely Dylan Hunt is no ordinary human. He has even more muscles than Tyr, the Nietczchean. Seeing how Dylan is tied down Beka wonders “How does Dylan get himself into these situations?” Seeing the red welts and burns where the straps had dug into Dylan’s skin when he had struggled, Beka worries about Dylan’s injuries. Trance can heal those rope burns easily. But the rest of Dylan looks deliciously unharmed. What a specimen of manhood! Such a broad chest!..Such wide shoulders! Yummy as Beka unconsciously licks her lips and salivates slightly at his natural beauty.
Dylan’s chest is crisscrossed with chestnut colored hair which grow more and more thick traveling down his navel to his legs. Blond hairs mixed with reddish brown hair all over his handsome body. His muscles ripples every time he moves and tries to get out of his straps. His azure blue eyes dart from side to side as he tries to escape. Beka tries to concentrate on the mission—the mission is to rescue Dylan and get out of here—but hot damn—Dylan is a distraction in his state of undress. Beka shakes her head as she reluctantly trains her attention on aiming her weapon alongside Tyr at the alien Queen forcing her to let Dylan go.
Swiftly, an embarrassed Dylan Hunt throws on his clothes. His pants first as he almost trips over himself in his eagerness to get his pants on as he is aware that his crew has seen him buck naked and helpless. He then throws his shirt haphazardly over his broad chest and then his defense Commonwealth insignia vest as he prepares to leave. However as soon as he gets up, dizziness and nausea overwhelms him and the world looks somewhat tilted and he could swear he could see more than one Tyr and more than one Beka and all those Bekas all seem to be looking at him with worried concern. Dylan shakes his head to clear the dizziness but it only makes the dizziness and nausea worse.
Tyr has an almost demonic glee in his eyes as he keeps the double-barreled gun that he carries on all away missions positioned on the Queen’s head as he awaits further orders from the Captain. Now fully clothed, the Captain barks out orders for them to depart. However, the drugs that the aliens had given the Captain to subdue him still made Dylan woozy and dizzy. Beka grabs hold of Dylan’s massive shoulder as she exclaims into her communicator “Harper, get us out of here and materialize Dylan to the medical bay and get Trance in the Medbay NOW!” Dylan and Beka disappear as the transporter beam transports them back to the ship. Dylan tries to stay conscious but he faints in Beka’s arms, the dizziness, the drugs, the shock overwhelming even his massive system.
Tyr remains behind still holding the gun to the Queen’s head “Don’t try anything or I’ll shoot you. I will take a lot of pleasure in causing your demise if you irk me.”
“Please, don’t kill me. If you do, you are condemning my people to death. I am their only hope for survival.. you can’t let me die. I need to procreate now or else my people will die.”
The aliens pleas for mercy reaches deaf ears. Tyr trains his gun on the trembling Queen as he is growing more and more annoyed by the whines of the alien. And he grows impatient waiting for orders from that overgrown boy scout, Dylan Hunt. Why did Dylan always get himself into trouble like this? Sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong? Who cares if this alien race dies or not, after all it has nothing to do with the survival of the Andromeda. Tyr grows weary of serving with Dylan on all of these nonsense missions of “mercy”. Out of sheer weariness, Tyr abruptly quips with the alien just so he did not have to hear her screeching pleading voice so he interrupts her tirade in mid sentence by saying:“You know if you had asked Dylan nicely, he would have complied. You don’t know him..he’s one big boy scout helping all the helpless aliens in the universe with his big bad space ship.” Tyr says sarcastically.
The alien continues her whining plea for survival.“We are dying. I could not take the chance that he might refuse. I cannot afford a refusal..my people are dying..time is of the essence..I have to take what I need.…Please, I am pleading with you now..I am asking nicely now. Tyr Anastasi .Will you let us use your bodily fluids so that I can procreate and save my people from extinction?”
“Wait a minute lady. Unlike Dylan, I am NOT a boy scout and I do not need to procreate with you for MY survival so back off and don’t make a move or I’ll shoot this. And get the hell out of my head..”Tyr shakes his head in frustration to ward off her telepathic waves. Tyr’s efforts to ward off the alien’s telepathic invasion into his mind is futile as the Queen is desperate to do anything to save her people. While Tyr stands there with a gun pointed to her head waiting for orders from Dylan, the Queen automatically emits sexual female pheromones known to drive men crazy with desire in an effort to recruit Tyr in her effort to acquire his bodily fluids.
Despite himself, Tyr feels himself drawn to this woman. He shakes his head to try to rid himself of this alien’s intrusive presence into his mind. The pheromones make him wild with desire as his body starts to react to her scent and to the intoxicating beauty of her naked transluscent body. Already the Queen has begun her transformation into a sexy hot Nietzchean female. She lets Tyr telepathically feel her desire and in their minds they are already strongly attracted to each other making it harder for Tyr to refuse her offer. Unlike Dylan, the Queen decides to ask nicely and flatter this man’s ego to get him to consent to this procreation. And in thousands of years as Queen, no man has been able to resist her—no man that is except Dylan Hunt. Note to self: she must look into this mysterious Dylan Hunt who seems to have the power to resist her sexual wiles. Meanwhile, the Queen can feel that Tyr’s resistance is fading.
The Queen concentrates all her energy in reading all of Tyr’s thoughts just the way she had read Dylan’s thoughts to trick him into coming to the moon to help her. She read the pride and ego of Tyr’s kind. Of how his Kodiak pride was destroyed. Of how he felt betrayed when the other prides abandoned him. Of his desperate hope in reuniting the Nietzchean people under the reincarnated genes of his infant son. And most of all, she read the same desperate need to start and establish his own progeny, his own children, his own pride to end his loneliness in the galaxy to end his feeling of being without a pride and having no home to go to. She also read correctly Tyr’s instinctive and strong impulse to survive as the cornerstone of all Nietzchean thought. She transformed the appearance of her body to more closely resemble a sexy Nietchean female complete with bone blades and all.
“Tyr, am I not desirable to you?” she whispers into Tyr’s mind.
Tyr is admitted sexually attracted to her especially after the Queen transformed herself to look more like his late dead wife. Tyr shakes his head as he tries to refuse the wiles of this untrustworthy opponent “No, I will not mate with you. I mate only with Nietzcheans” he says stubbornly. But in his mind, he is already fantasizing himself in bed with her having a really good time.
Inside Tyr’s mind, the alien continues to seduce the proud Nietzchean who is starting to feel his body react to the beauty and sexiness of the Queen’s totally naked body. The Queen notes that the proud Nietzchean is weakening in his resolve “You see, Tyr I am asking nicely. I will not take, I am now asking, can we mate? Once we mate, there will be hundreds of your progeny that will live on inside this moon. Once I mate, I will spread your DNA among all the others and they will all awaken from their cocoons as your children. Mate with me, Tyr and you will have your pride..a newly restablished Kodiak pride with hundreds and thousands of children for my people are spread over several moons. Imagine, Tyr what power you could have at your disposal, armies of your children with you at its head if you mate with me just once. Trust me, mating with me will be extremely rewarding for you and for me.”
Shocked and stunned by this information, Tyr lowers his weapon “Hundreds of my children at my disposal. I will have.a new Kodiak pride if I mate with you only once” repeating the Queen’s words like a parrot in his head. Now that’s food for thoughts. Why do I need to hold a gun to her head? Dylan is safe and sound on his ship. Imagine a whole colony of little Tyr’s. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. No more being Dylan’s slave. No more being stuck on that Kludge ship. No more wasting my time as an aimless mercenary always doing what others want. With hundreds of my own children, it will be ME that everyone listens to..it’s my will that everyone will bend to ..King Tyr..that has a nice ring to it. And if I mate with the Queen, doesn’t that make me a King?
If I mate with this Queen, I will have an entire army at my disposal. I will once again have a pride. I will no longer be alone. I will have family again. I will have descendents. I will achieve a sort of immortality. With this army and my son as King, I will be able to rule over all the other Nietzchean prides including the Drago Katsov pride. In fact I can not only rule over the Drago Katsov pride, I can eliminate them from the universe. Tyr gives a contented sigh as he goes over this “win win situation”. To hell with Dylan and his morals. To hell with Dylan and his orders of non interference. To hell with Dylan’s order to board the ship with the rest of the crew. This is too good to pass up. Lady you have yourself a stud.
I am not a Commonwealth officer. I am not one of Dylan’s stooges like the others are. I am Tyr Anastasi out of Barbarosa of the Kodiak Pride and mating with this Queen will ensure my survival as well as the continuation of my gene pool in not only one child but in hundreds of beings baring MY genetic signature. And all I have to do is to mate with her just once. What an economy of time. I can save a lot of time and effort and the result hundreds of subjects and mine to rule. Besides, she’s not that bad looking either. Why should Dylan get all the alien babes? It’s my turn for a change to have some fun.
Knowing that she has won him over, the Queen approaches the now nervous Nietzchean and proceeds to take off his clothes to continue with the mating ritual “Come to me my love, and you will taste the nectar of pleasure and you will have an invincible army..”
Tyr doesn’t wait for the alien to finish her speech as he throws himself at her and they mate. The Queen walks right inside Tyr and mates with him there, standing upright.
The Queen has succeeded in saving her people as they exchange bodily fluids together.
Tyr’s last conscious thoughts were Dylan’s orders be damned. After all who does he think he is? Hercules? Nah? Of course not scoffs Tyr as he gives an audible gasp as he continues exchanging with such a beautiful Queen as she touches him in all of his most sensitive spots.
CHAPTER 2
Dylan rubs his pounding head as Trance administers to his medical needs. “Oh Trance, I feel as if a horde of ships has flown across my head. What happened to me?”Dylan takes a drink of water as his mouth feel as if it was filled with wool and he tries to focus on eyes on a very blurry Trance. Trance’s look of concern worries Dylan. She leans over to wipe his forehead and whispers softly into his ear.“Do you remember?”
“Well Trance, I remember that the away team beamed down to the moon. Then there was a blinding light and then the next thing I know I’m strapped naked to this laboratory table. I start arguing with this glowing alien female who wants to procreate with me and who has me tied up to this table. I try and try to untie the bonds but they are just too strong....I tell her that it’s wrong to force herself on me..then another blinding light and Tyr is standing next to her with his multibarrelled gun pointed at her head at which point the alien releases me..and then the next thing I know, I’m here with a huge headache.”
“I think that’s what happened.”
“That’s more or less right. When we failed to communicate with you, Tyr knew immediately that something was wrong. Tyr had warned us several times that this mission was “stupid” and that you were blindly putting your trust in a complete stranger and that we didn’t know enough about these aliens to just blindly beam down to the surface. He located your biosigns and we noted that you were unconscious. Harper did the rest and found where you were and Tyr beamed down and..”
“Yeah I get the picture..Tyr rescued me. To tell you the truth, Trance, the moment when I heard Tyr’s booming voice telling the alien to surrender, it was like the sweetest music to my ears..I never felt so humiliated in my life to have my entire crew see me bolted to a table with completely nothing on. At one point that Queen pointed my forcelancer at me and she said that she had reprogrammed the forcelance to her DNA. I felt so damn helpless..I really tried to get away..I felt such fear..I was so scared I didn’t know what to do..I was trying to reason with her when Tyr showed up..I was never so glad in my life to see Tyr and his huge gun..and for once I didn’t tease Tyr for carrying so much unnecessary weaponry wherever he goes”
Dylan tries to stop the world from spinning. He found that sitting up only increased his sense of disorientation and dizziness. Slowly, Dylan laid back down on his biobed and the world gradually came into sharp focus. Instead of seeing three Trances, he only saw one.
Trance watched as Dylan unfocused blue eyes slowly came into focus. She couldn’t help thinking how handsome Dylan’s eyes were. His eyes are the color of the Tarn Vedra sky. It is a lovely shade of aqua gray blue depending on his mood of course. And right now his eyes were becoming a very light shade of blue as Dylan was obsessing about his latest adventure. Trance had tried all her forget me not spells on him but failed in her efforts to erase his memories of his embarrassing ordeal of being almost raped by an alien female.
Trance knew that Dylan was a proud man gifted with the strengths of the Gods and not accustomed to being naked and helpless on a laboratory table having his dignity almost taken away from him. Trance realized with a shudder just how close Dylan was to losing his dignity and his self respect. It was a good thing that Harper was able to get that transporter gizmo to work or else we would have been too late to help Dylan who is now feeling very humiliated from the whole experience. There must be something I can do to make him feel better.
Trance closes her eyes to analyze the feelings telepathically of the entire crew. She can sense their shared concern, worry over Dylan’s health. All hoped that Dylan would make a speedy recovery and be able to take over command as soon as possible. Warmth. Love. Sympathy. Respect. This is a good crew. Loyal to their Captain to the very end. Warmth permeates Trance’s soul as she absorbs all the feelings of good faith directed at their Captain. Trances tries to communicate this warm feeling to Dylan and how the crew feels about their idealistic Captain.
“Dylan, if it means anything. This crew still respects you and will always respect you no matter what you wear or don’t wear. You are the Captain of the Andromeda. This will always be your ship and everyone knows what an ordeal you have been through.”
“What..EVERYONE on the ship knows..I was hoping to keep some of the details quiet..you know private..oh gods this is going to be very embarrassing” Dylan’s face flushed to a deep scarlet red. Trance looks over at the flushed demigod knowing how Hercules has always been a modest man as she tries to comfort him.
“I did a telepathic sweep of the ship. You know what..the feelings I sensed were feelings of concern, worry, love, faith and respect. Dylan, your crew loves you because you are a good Captain—someone they can put their trust in and that’s the sign of a true leader—the sign of an inspirational leader. You inspire people to be more than they can be. You took a ragtag bunch of scavenger mercernaries and you made them believe in a cause—to found the Commonwealth. For the first time in their lives, their life had purpose. And that’s because of you. They all have you to thank for.
Ah Trance..Dylan, a very modest man, blushes red at all this praise. I’m flattered but I’m not that special..this crew did the work..I was just along for the ride. Dylan stutters..Not a big deal.. Dylan suddenly feels shy and keeps his eyes on his hands. Trance hugs her shy Captain and finds him absolutely endearing. Nothing more cute than a blushing demigod. Well at least now he knows that his reputation has not been diminished by this experience. Truly an extraordinary man. Such a pure heart and a pure soul. No they don’t make them like that anymore.
Dylan gathers his wits as he takes a deep breath so that he can take control of his whirling emotions that he decides he will deal with later. First, I must take care of Andromeda. The safety of her crew is my primary responsibility, not my personal embarrassment. Dylan takes a deep breath and plunges right in. “So where is Tyr and the rest of the crew?”
Trance admires Dylan’s courage in putting the welfare of the crew before his own emotional distress. Yes, this is the man who will save the universe from the darkness of the Abyss. He has defeated the darkness before as Hercules with Iolaus at his side and he will defeat it again with the Commonwealth as his ally. She senses the loyalty and warmth for their injured Captain emanating from the crew and she feels glad that she is serving on the Andromeda.
For Dylan’s sake, Trance quickly puts on her professional mask as the efficient medical first officer of the Andromeda as she replies to the commands of her Captain in a sharp crisp military tone she reports the going-ons of the other crew members.
“Harper is realigning the transporter relay which seems to have worked since he is waiting for Tyr to come back from the planet surface. Beka is on command deck flying the ship and ..”
“Wait a minute back up there..what is Tyr still doing on the planet surface?”
“We are not sure. Bioscans indicate that he is hale and healthy. Perhaps he is in negotiations with the aliens..we will not know for sure until”
“Rommie!” Dylan barks “Where is Tyr and bring him here NOW! I want a formal report on why he did not board the ship with the others!”
Rommie’s hologram appears “Tyr has chosen to remain on the planet surface for the next few hours. He will not be back until 0800 hours.”
Trance lays Dylan back in his biobed “Dylan, why don’t you rest and at 0800 hours you can ask Tyr for yourself” Before Trance can finish her sentence, Beka’s voice can be heard booming throughout the ship as she announces “Captain, you need to look at this..”
Trance quietly leaves the room to give Rommie and Dylan some privacy. She sees Dylan’s face react as he sees the readout on the PADD and from the angry expression on his face, it didn’t look like this will be a good day for Dylan. Trance heads for the biogarden where she often goes for peace and quiet.
Rommie, the avatar comes into Dylan’s sick room and hands Dylan a PADD. Dylan gives a surprised glance as he exclaims “What am I seeing here? The moon and all the surrounding planets seem to be now populated with Nietzcheans all having Tyr’s genetic signature..Is this what I think it means?” ponders Dylan out loud.
Dylan looks at his PADD with amazement. How did a moon that was barren and devoid of all human life suddenly in a space of a few short hours become populated with hundreds and hundreds of humanoid life? No large transport was detected by the sensors according to the PADD. No large vortex opened to allow the transport of hundreds and hundreds of humanoid forms. The most puzzling aspect..why did all these humanoids all have the same genetic signature? How did they all have Tyr’s genetic signatures? Only one explanation popped into Dylan’s head with a sudden clarity..Tyr procreated with that alien female! That’s got to be the only sensible explanation! How dare Tyr procreate with someone who almost attacked him! Dylan’s anger rose so suddenly that he bolted upright and his hands unconsciously grabbed and destroyed his bed handles until they were nothing but dust in his fingers. When I get my hands on Tyr..I’ll…I’ll..strangle him…
Trance stops midway as she was about to trim her Bonsai tree when suddenly she feels the red hot heat of Dylan’s anger. Hurriedly she channels her thoughts into Dylan’s mind to calm him down.Oh oh..he must have discovered exactly what Tyr has been doing on the planet and added two and two together. Quickly Trance dematerialized from her garden and materialized besides Dylan’s bed where she sees the two crushed bedhandles as evidence of Dylan’s recent anger. Trance quietly pushes a non resisting Dylan back to his biobed. With a wave of her hand, purple sparkles could be seen coming out of her hand as she uses her Q energy to put Dylan into a healing sleep until 0800 the next morning when Tyr arrives back on Andromeda and owes his Captain a huge explanation.
At 0800 hours…
“So Tyr..did you mate with that alien Queen?”
“Yes, and I would like to comment that I consented to it freely of my own volition.”
“I see..but how can you mate with someone who kidnapped me?”
“She gave me an offer I could not refuse.”
“What offer was that Tyr?”
“Well, Dylan as you can see by the sensors, I am now the proud father of hundreds of Nietzcheans all descended from my blood. They are now the restablished Kodiak pride. She said that if I mate with her I would have hundreds..even thousands of children at my disposal to lead in case of war..”
Tyr takes a look of Dylan and notices the haggard look on his face. He does look tired and not as arrogant that he usually looks. I guess being kidnapped and strapped to a table naked has taken the mighty Dylan down a couple of notches. It’s about time that he realizes he just can’t trust anyone in this mean cruel universe.
Tyr trusted the world once. As a matter of fact, his pride, the Kodiak pride trusted the other prides to protect them. The Kodiak pride was not a warrior pride. No it was a scholarly pride. A pride filled with historians whose main objective in life was to guard the antique treasures of the Nietzchean people—like the ancient bones of the Progenitor. The Kodiak Pride had kept those bones safe from other aliens for centuries. Then the Drago Katsov pride eliminated the Kodiak. The day his family was savagely murdered was the day that Tyr Anastasi stopped trusting others.
Dylan was still a babe in the woods. He’s been absent in his event horizon for 300 years. He did not witness the murder and bloodshed in the intervening time known as the long night. When the Commonwealth fell, so did civilization as Dylan knew it. What Dylan and Tyr thought as self preservation and survival were worlds apart. Strangely enough, even though Tyr did not trust the world, he did trust Dylan, the idiot idealist, sweet in its innocence.
Dylan still believed in people and he believed that everyone, even Nietzcheans, have good in them and can be trusted. Little does Dylan knows how much meaner the universe has gotten in his absence and that its every man for himself. Tyr saw a chance to build an instant army and he wasn’t about to back down from this once in a lifetime opportunity to gain power over the other prides.
“Of course..an instant army..she appealed to your sense of survival..”
“For what it’s worth, I did tell the Queen that if she had only asked nicely, YOU would have complied and that moon would now be populated with your genetic structure instead of mine. I told her that if she asked you nicely next time, you can be the next father of her race.”
Dylan’s face is still flushed with anger. Anger at his own impotence. Anger at having to be rescued. Anger that Tyr saw him in such a helpless state. Anger at Tyr for violating a direct order. Anger at Tyr for making first contact without his consent. Anger at the world in general. Dylan takes the opportunity to punch his fist threw the wall causing Tyr to raise his eyebrows and say sardonically “Having a bad day, Dylan?”
“Tyr, this isn’t funny.” Dylan takes a deep breath and faces a calm Tyr. He decides that Tyr just isn’t worth his energy as he sighs as he finds he has nothing more to say to this moody Nietzchean who now is wearing a completely unreadable face. A Nietzchean who has given him more grief than joy. Tyr is an unreadable Nietzchean I have never been able to figure out. Just when I think he has become a loyal member of the crew, he turns around and does something so unexpected. Dylan knocks his head against the wall in sheer frustration. He didn’t want Tyr to see him like this so he gives up. I guess the most I can hope for is to trust Tyr to be Tyr—to always act in his own self interest.
“Tyr, it’s alright. You are dismissed. Go about and do whatever it is you do.” Dylan waves a dismissive hand indicating that he has finished talking to Tyr and that it was time for Tyr to leave. It’s my fault to think that I could actually change Tyr into a loyal member of this crew. It’s my fault to think that I could actually expect Tyr to be a friend. Just like I mistook Rhade’s friendship because in the end Rhade just stabbed me in the back and betrayed the Commonwealth by revealing our positions to the enemy. Just when will I learn not to be so trusting of everyone? Oh Iolaus how I miss you! You would never have made these mistakes..you always did tell me what a trustworthy sap I am! When will I ever learn? To be careful? Not to wear my heart on my sleeve for all to see! I should have seen it coming. Tyr will always be Tyr and that’s it. No use in crying over spilt milk. Note to self: Time to move on and stop wallowing in self pity and self incrimination and doubt.
Pulling his wits together , Dylan decides to look at his PADD to research the background of these irksome aliens who had the gall to choose Tyr over him. Just who are these aliens anyway?
Dylan scratches his head and looks down at his PADD. A three hundred year absence and he still couldn’t understand how people in this time period acted or behaved. Dylan really missed the order and stability of the old Commonwealth back when he could predict what everyone was going to do. Okay, he didn’t expect Rhade’s betrayal..and he learned the hard way that no Nietzchean can be trusted. Damn why am I so trusting?
Dylan searches the database to get more information on this mysterious Queen that had tried to kidnap him but ended up procreating with Tyr instead. Interesting data thinks Dylan. I thought the time for myths were long over. Look nobody believes that there ever were Greek Gods So, this barren is called “the Vaults of Heaven”. Every 800 years or so, the inhabitants of this moon need to procreate with a carbon based biped in order to survive. That’s a long lifespan—800 years! Well I guess they’ll going to need another new injection of DNA 800 years from now when these aliens procreate next. And she was hot! Dylan makes a mental note to himself to pass by this galaxy in a few hundred years to procreate with the Queen. After all being Hercules, the immortal Son of Zeus has its perks. Of course nobody on the Andromeda crew has any idea that Captain Dylan Hunt is in fact, Hercules. That alien Queen was damn sexy but being the son of Zeus he was able to resist her telepathic overtures. Second note to self: better not tell Iolaus about this place. One Iolaus in this universe is enough..hundreds of little Iolasii..the universe would implode on itself.. Hercules snaps his thoughts back to the present.
Trance enters the room with more medicine. “Ah Trance..that stuff taste awful and I feel fine now..”
“Open your mouth like a good boy..if you want to feel strong again you have to do as I say..”
“Trance, you are enjoying this way too much!”
Dylan obediently swallows his medicine and goes to sleep. Trance stands over Dylan’s bed and ruffles his hair. To think, the destiny of the universe rests on this man’s shoulders. I am the only one in the crew who knows his secret, that Dylan Hunt is really Hercules and that he will be alright as soon as he gets enough rest and I send him to have R & R with his best friend, Iolaus on the planet of Raisa where Beka will drop Hercules/Dylan off for a while and then he will be as good as new. Sometimes it’s fun being a Q Trance thought. She waves a little magic and enters sweet dreams into a sleeping Hercules’/Dylan’s head.
Strangely enough, Dylan dreams that in 800 years, that alien Queen chooses to procreate with Iolaus and that once again he misses the opportunity to have hundreds of mini Dylans all over the moon. Thousands of baby Iolausii crowd into Dylan’s sleeping mind all giggling at the same time. Hercules turns on his side and thinks well I guess the universe has to implode sometime. Hercules wears a smile at the pleasant thought of visiting his best friend.
May 2, 2003/ Skylark