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AFTERMATH : THE JOURNEY BEGINS	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2561 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fanfiction written for mine and my readers enjoyment. I make no money, nor do I make any profit from this work. Characters are borrowed from J K Rowling, Glen A Larson, and J R R Tolkien.

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The shuttle hatch lowered and they exited, Raphael first, followed by Schyler, Sebastien, Severus, Robin, then Rodolphus and Rabastan, then finally Harry and Roark.
"Gentlemen," the Lt. Commander stepped forward, his hand held out, his dark eyes moving over each one of them. "Welcome aboard the Rising Star. I am Lt. Commander Connor Moray."
"Colonel Raphael Durin," he returned, taking the hand offered to him, then taking the sealed envelope that Schyler carried and handed it over. "Our orders as set forth by Admiral Roark."
"Doctor-Lt. Colonel Schyler Durin.  I do hope, Lt. Commander, that you were not planning to prevent us from carrying them out?"
The Lt. Commander opened, then pulled out several papers, reading the words there. A complete inspection, far more in-depth than what the other inspection crews were carrying out. When Lt. Colonel Schyler had asked his question, he looked up...and blinked in surprise.
"You're pregnant," he gasped.
"Yes, I know," he said, a hand rubbing over his distended abdomen, a smile curving his lips. "So...you weren't planning to try to stop us?"
"Of course not, Sir. I will personally take the party of your choice up to the Elite level."
"Thank you for your cooperation, Lt. Commander," came coolly as he stepped forward. "Lt. Colonel Rodolphus Lestrange," he said, "the rest of my party, Major Rabastan Lestrange, Captain's Roark, and Hadrian Lestrange."
"Well, now that introductions are out of the way, let's get a move on," Roark spoke up. "We do, after all, have several other ships to get to today."
"Indeed. Sergeant Ventor, please take Colonel Raphael, and Lt. Colonel Schyler to the Commander. Gentlemen, right this way, please."
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Over the next couple of centars, they were led through the three Elite levels of the twelve-level Luxury Liner. There were six levels of passenger quarters, three levels for the Elite passengers, two levels for crew, and then the bridge.
It was as they were preparing to turn down another corridor that Roark caught a brief glimpse of something...heard a voice raised in sharp demand to be allowed to enter. He reached out quickly to grab at Harry's wrist. Together, they stepped back into the corridor and looked down toward a door where a security guard was preventing two warriors from entering.
"Hum...Uncle Apollo and Boomer," Harry murmured, then, "Oh, oh," he said as Boomer suddenly drew his laser.
"We better go see what that's all about," Roark said, stepping into the corridor and moving quickly toward the door, Harry following. "What seems to be the problem here, Captain Apollo, Lt. Boomer?"
"Lt. Boomer, holster your weapon, if you please," Harry spoke coolly as he looked to the black clad security agent standing before the door with cool emerald eyes. "Problem Security Agent," he glanced at his name badge, "Torval?"
"Gentleman doesn't want to let us into the room," Boomer told them.
"These are private quarters under a 'Do Not Disturb' order," he said.
"Really?" Roark stepped forward, a dark brow arching as he looked at him. "Well, while he may have the authority to keep the two of YOU out, he does NOT too keep US out. Captain's Hadrian and Roark, Colonial Counter-Intelligence. Name?" he asked with a nod to the door.
"Sire Uri, Captain, newly elected member of the new Council of Twelve. He left orders not to be disturbed."
"Did he indeed? Well, isn't it just too bad for him that our orders override his," Harry stepped forward now to lay his hand on the entry plate beside the door, hearing it beep its acceptance of his override. The door slid open. "Shall we?" he asked with a quirk to his lips.
Harry and Roark entered first, hearing music, laughter, talking, and the clinking of ice in glasses. "A party," Roark said, turning his head to look back at Apollo and Boomer. "Are we to gather you heard the rumors too?"
"Serina. She told us we wouldn't like what we saw if we were to come up to this level," he answered as he reached out to push a white gauzy curtain aside, allowing them to catch sight of a large room full of mingling people, and two tables of food. "She was right, I see."
"I trust you have an explanation for this intrusion?" the man who was seated on a small sofa, a very pretty young woman leaning against him.
Roark looked around him, his anger stirring at what he saw around him. Behind him, he heard the door slide open once again. "Would you like to make a statement before I arrest you, Sire Uri, for being in clear defiance of orders concerning all food?" he asked, his silver eyes narrowing on the woman as she licked her lips, her gaze looking past him.
"I'm glad you know my name, Captain. At least you will know from where the blade fell."
"There will be no falling blades, Sire Uri. You have about a micron to join us on our shuttle."
"And if you should choose not to," came the deadly cold voice, "We'll just release the six levels of staving passengers and let you take your chances with them."
Ah...that explained the woman's lip licking, a smile now curving her lips, Roark thought as his husband appeared at his side, Rabastan beginning to walk almost menacingly around the room, a scowling Harry mere steps behind him, making several people back away.
"Come now, gentlemen, why not join us in our prayer of gratitude for deliverance?"
Harry whirled to pin him with a glare. "Deliverance?" he said in disbelief. "Deliverance from WHAT exactly, Sire Uri? In case it has eluded you, Councilor, some three hundred people have DIED since our so-called DELIVERANCE from the Cylon massacre."
He began to stalk closer, emerald eyes burning with his inner lightning, stopping only when Rabastan reached out to snag his arm, drawing him back against him. He murmured something in his ear, hoping to calm him before he did something he would likely regret, though from the expression in his eyes, he wondered if he would.
Regret it, that is.
"And while hunger has yet to take a life, it is only a matter of time," Roark gritted, drawing Uri's gaze upon him.
Oh yes, the brothers were furious, though not as furious as they had been on occasion. "Boomer, inform core command we have located a store of food, which we will distribute as far as it will go."
He gave a sharp nod, his dark eyes calm in the face of the Peverell Potter brother's fury. "Yes, Sir."
"No!" Uri sat forward quickly. "It's mine. It belongs to me and my guests."
"Indeed? You and your guests, is it?" came the question from a new source. "And the fact that you have six levels of starving passengers below you does not trouble you at all?"
Healer-Colonel Severus Snape came stalking into the room, his midnight eyes cold as he looked at Sire Uri. "Obviously it doesn't, Severus, or we would not be having this conversation. Tell me, Uri, does your wife share your feelings on denying your food to others who are in need of it?"
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