Walk Like a NIETZSCHEAN Man - Part 3 - Chapter #69

FE - Walk Like A NIETZSCHEAN Man - Part 3 -  Chapter #68


It was 2213 hours when Amanda crept back into the Quad.  After she'd checked her “sisters” to see if they were okay. The doors to their suites were closed and the “Privacy” indicator was on. Which meant they were asleep.

The former Vise Admiral was amazed that though she had been retired for about four and a half months, she still maintained the same busy schedule she used to have. The only thing which kept her from “handing in her papers” was HaxHis' assurances that once the new residents had settled in things would calm down somewhat. Amanda sincerely hoped it was so because she was looking forward to spending time with her new family and Xena's sons.

After her workout, she had cleaned up, and was now dressed in a comfortable capri pants set. Amanda had turned off the heavy gravity environment and she was now reclining in her “Mamma Bear's Chair” and reading. She had decided to eat her last package of double chocolate chip cookies while she read “King Solomon Mines”.

“. . . . . . . In a few more minutes the regiments destined to carry out the flanking movements had tramped off in silence . . . . . .” she read as she opened the package, reached in, took out a cookie and bit into it.

Ack! WTH. . . . .? she sputtered. The cookies she had so carefully hoarded, were both stale and hard as a rock! What a disappointment! She was so disgusted that she flung the rest of the package at the bulkhead with all of her might.

It was at this very second that Tyr decided to make his appearance at Amanda's suite. Consequently, the missile struck him full force in the face like a brick, when the doors opened.

WHAP!

“Ouch.” Tyr thought. He silently watched as the packaging fell to the deck, and as the individual cookies skittered and rolled in multitudinous directions.

“That certainly bodes ill.” Tyr thought, and watched as Amanda alighted from her chair snatched up the fallen package, and started hunting down and picking up wayward cookies. He however stood rooted to his spot.

“And what in Hades are YOU doing here?” Amanda demanded. She had gathered all of the cookies and had tossed the whole thing down the recycler. She was now standing about ten feet away from him with a hand planted on each hip as she glowered at him.

“I came to have a package of hard as brick cookies tossed at me.” he wanted to say so badly. However, that would only gotten something larger thrown at him, and she would've made sure she'd clouted him numerous times with it.

“I've come to apologize.” Tyr replied. He'd debated many responses in his mind, and nearly said one or two, but that would've provided just cause for more assault upon his person. Tyr Anasazi may be a Nietzschean but he was NOT into pain. Apparently Amanda Hemingway was dangerous when her dander was up.

“Apologize? Apologize? You think you can just waltz in here and apologize, just like that? Well, let me tell you a little some-sing ( Spanish accent ), I've got news for you. Simple words will not stir my heart.” Amanda replied.

Tyr had figured as much. Out of the three, Amanda by default was elected to be the “enforcer” of his family. Both Tamara and Xena were tough women, but this one. It looked as if he would have to take Khan's advise.

“Sometimes, you've got to sing for your supper, Tyr.” Khan would always say. Speaking of the Katay tradition where the males serenaded their beloved.

Tyr couldn't sing that well, but he'd brought along his “instruments” anyway. They were in a small shoulder bag he wore cross wise on his torso. He just hoped she tolerated him long enough for him to use them.

“Have you ever heard the saying 'actions speak louder than words'?” she asked as she sat. When she didn't hear a response she looked back towards the door and didn't see Tyr standing, but lying flat, prostrate on his face before her and inches away from her feet.

“Tyr. What are you doing?” she asked. The expression on her face was one of shock. She'd read up on the Nietzschean society and how their men did submitted to the women, but she had no idea.

“You said actions speak louder. . . .” Tyr started, while his face was still buried in the deck.

“Tyr, please get up.” Amanda sighed. She wanted him to apologize, but not this way. In response to her command, Tyr sat up and drew his long legs under himself in a semi-lotus position, as he literally sat at her feet. He was using an age old Nietzschean war tactic. Get up right up into your opponent's grill,leaving no room for escape. She rocked back and tried to pull away.

He swiftly reached out and gently took her left foot in his his right hand. Amanda flinched from the sudden contact.

“Tyr, you know. . . . “ she started.

“. . . . . that you're feet are very sensitive. I promise I will not tickle you.” Tyr said. “Permit me.” he continued, as he pulled the small bag over his head and shoulder and set it on the deck. He opened it, reached in and pulled out 2 bottles of nail polish, toe separators, and massage oil.

“Oh no you don't.” Amanda stated as she stubbornly re-tucked her feet and toes under herself.

“Amanda, you are making it difficult for me to woo thee.” Tyr whispered.

“Who the heck said I wanted to be wooed?” Amanda shot back. Tyr had learned from both Barbarossa and Khan, that every woman, no matter how tough, strong or powerful, wanted to be wooed.

“Amanda, do I have to fight you even in this?” Tyr asked. He was fully prepared to if need be. After all, Promethians had built their society on deliberately testing each others nettle.

“Will you stop calling my name like that?” Amanda asked. Thoroughly annoyed and becoming more ticked as each second rolled by.

“What should I call you then? Beloved?” Tyr asked, as he gazed into her eyes. Amanda dropped her eyes and head.

“That's. . . . . . that's what William used to call me.” she whispered hoarsely, as she tried to pull away. Tyr caught her and pulled her to himself.

“I did not mean to. . . .” he replied. The last thing he wanted to do was dredge up old memories of her late husband.

His answer was a cuff upside the head. Tyr sighed and privately chided himself for not seeing that coming. As she struggled to get away, he held on.

“Here we go again, as Khan would say.” Tyr thought as the two of them literally went to the mat.



* * * * * * *


A manicure, a pedicure, a massage, a professional wrestling match and quality 'cuddle time' later, Tyr awoke from his doze. He lay there a few minutes just listening to Amanda sleep. He loved listening to the sound of her simultaneous heartbeats.

He glanced at the chronometer and marked the time. He had an early meeting with HaxHis this morning. He quietly tried to slip out of the hammock he was sharing with Amanda and wound up flat on his face for his efforts. A feminine chuckle let him know that Amanda was awake.

“I keep telling you, you gotta roll, Bo.” she said, as she gazed over the edge and smiled down at Tyr.

“I fail to comprehend why an intelligent race such as the Promethians elected as a whole to sleep in hammocks instead of beds like normal people.” Tyr groused.

“Because, my dear husband, we Promethians are not normal people. We are Heavy Gravity Dwellers, and to us a flat bed is not as comfortable as a hammock.” Amanda said.

“Or the deck.” Tyr added, remembering their first night curled up together on her “challenge rug”.

He stood and went to the fresher. Ten minutes, and freshly showered and dressed, he returned and found Amanda out for the count. As he kissed her on her forehead a sleepy eye eased open, then the other, and she kissed him back.

“Thanks, Bo.” she said.

“Does that mean I am forgiven?” Tyr asked.

“Yes it does. But, to be truly forgiven, you must bring me chocolate.” she replied, and smiled.

Tyr held up his hand signaling he would be back. He went and retrieved his bag and brought it into the bedroom. From it he withdrew a food keeper and handed it to Amanda. She didn't need to open it to see what was contained within. Her favorite. Freshly baked, double chocolate fudge cookies!

She put the container aside, popped out of the hammock and literally flattened Tyr with her appreciative hug and kisses.

“Divine have mercy! One of these days this woman is either going to seriously injure or kill me!” Tyr thought.

“I'm so sorry I hit you with those cookies. Mom had baked them and sent them, but as you can see, they got hard as rock. You could've used them in a catapult!” she said.

“Speaking of which. What is that for?” Tyr asked as they stood. Using his chin to point out the infamous riding crop that stood in a corner of her bedroom.

“There is a scripture in the Earth Bible which says Jesus made a whip and drove all of the thieves out of the Temple. You would not believe the amount of times I've had to do that here on Deep Space Ten. All kinds of skells tend to show up looking for free room and board and a free ride.” she replied. “When you are this far out, sometimes you have to practice frontier justice.” she continued.

“But, I am not a thief.” Tyr replied.

“You got a couple of licks because you were a bad man. Shooting up the Quad doors like you were at the OK Coral or Dodge City! Who'd you think you were? Wyatt Earp, Bat Masterson, Doc Holiday? You try that stunt again, Mister, you're gonna get some more licks.” she threatened. Tyr wasn't sure how to respond to that.

“Something to ask Khan about.” he thought.

“I have something else for you.” he said, as he handed her the ring box. She took it, looked at it, looked at him, looked at the box. . . . .

“Amanda, will you please open the damned box?” Tyr asked.

“Women!” he thought.

She opened the box and her eyes bugged as she saw the ring. Five minutes of oohing and aahhing later, she had the ring on her finger and covered Tyr's face with kisses.

"Tyr." she whispered.

"Yes?" he asked.

"You can call me, Beloved." she said.


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He knew the second he reached the doors of his quarters that he had a visitor. First, he sensed the telepathic presence of Tamara grow stronger. Second, he detected her clean desert wind-like scent.

The doors opened and she was standing right there.

“Good Morning, Tamara.” Tyr said.

“I want to meet her.” she stated.

“Excuse me?” Tyr asked. Stalling.

“I want to meet Ada.” she replied.

"Oh Sh. . . . . . . ." Tyr thought.

“Now? It is 0457 hours, Tamara.” Tyr replied, trying to stall.

“Sickbay is open twenty-four, seven, three, six, five, Tyr.” she replied. Easily detecting what her husband was up to. Both Nietzschean and Vulcan stared at one another for a full minute. Tyr sighed because he was certainly NOT looking forward to confronting Dr. Kori at this hour.

“Very well. Come with me.” Tyr said.



NOTE TO READERS 1. The Scripture reference is John 2:15 2. Also, the reason it took so long for me to write this is because Amanda is moi (me). I've always wanted to write myself into a story so here she is.

I hope you like her so far. If not, I tried. . . . :+{!