Whew! My fingers are sore. Here's the next installment, hope you all like. I'll explain things a little in the next chapter, I finally got to add my big action sequence though.

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Tyr stormed through the ship in search of some way to disspell his anger; no ideas were forthcoming. He was angry and frustrated, he didn't know why, and he was in no state of mind to try and think of a reason. In his own mind he had every right to be angry, at whatever he liked. What he really needed was something to release his anger on. Before he even realized he was heading there, he found himself at the Machine Shop. It seemed as good a place as any to vent his frustrations.

He practically rushed into the shop and looked around; he saw no one in the vicinity. He had wanted a human opponent to release his wrath on but then decided that inanimate objects would do just as well. With a growl he attacked a shelf of parts, he pulled it from its position against the wall and hurled it across the room. He kicked a piece of scrap metal and then turned his attention to what appeared to be a half finished bot. Undoubtedly one of Harper's latest creations.

That boy has been a complete nuisance later, and nothing but a bother. Everytime I see him he is getting into trouble or doing something equally as annoying. Tyr's anger escalated with these thoughts and he lashed out at the bot with a newly intensified rage, kicking parts on the floor and ripping apart still attached pieces with his bare hands. He didn't even notice when Harper entered the room.

Harper was reading a flexi as he came in and looked up to see what all the noise was about. He was shocked to see Tyr destroying his latest work of genius.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Harper yelled, and then ducked as a chunk of his current project flew past his head. He stomped over to Tyr, grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "Hey, man I asked what ...." Harper never finished the sentence. The only thing he saw before slamming into the wall was the look on Tyr's face; there were no signs of recognition, no rhyme nor reason behind his eyes, just a need for destruction. Nietzschean destruction. And Harper knew that was one of the worst kinds.

Tyr was unaware of anyone else being in the room, so of course when he felt himself being spun around by someone behind him, his finely toned skills took the action as a threat. He lashed out fiercely, catching Harper sharply across the right side of his face with a left hook Mike Tyson would be jealous of. Harper let out a low groan of pain as the punch sent him reeling into the wall.

There were no coherent thoughts going through Tyr's mind. It was nothing but a jumble of impulses and random negative thoughts and images.

Destroy, anger, terrorize, kill, rage, demolish, annoying humans, kill, fury, pulverize, wrath, kill, annihilate, devestation, destroy, KILL!

Harper tried to steady himself against the wall; that punch had almost knocked him out. As he rubbed his jaw he looked up and saw that the Nietzschean had him in his sights. There was an animalistic rage in Tyr's eyes that sent a shiver down Harper's spine. This was not the Tyr that was his friend; this was a crazed man, with a need for violence and destruction. Harper didn't know this man, but he sure as hell feared him.

"Look Tyr, old pal, I don't know what's gotten into you .." Harper ducked a sheet of metal, "... but how about we just go on down to the Medical Bay and get you checked out?" Harper asked hopefully. He suddenly really *really* wished he didn't have the tendency to set the room to 'privacy mode' while he was working. There was no sign of understanding on Tyr's face; he simply narrowed his gaze threateningly and his body suddenly tensed.

Tyr responded by attacking the young engineer; he moved faster than the eye could see. The Nietzschean wrapped his hands around Harper's throat and lifted him more than a foot in the air. Harper quickly began turning red, and then an unnatural shade of blue, much to Tyr's delight.

KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! The word rang through Tyr's mind, like a death mantra. Over and over. It was all he heard, all he wanted or could think of doing.

Harper struggled valiantly to remove the larger man's hands from his throat, but Tyr was simply too strong. He resorted to a survival method he had learned long ago that almost always worked. He kicked Tyr below the belt as hard as he could, something you just don't do to a guy unless it's absolutely necessary. Harper decided it was. He was released from the massive grip and fell into a heap on the floor. Harper gasped for air amd tried to scramble away knowing he would only have a few seconds to recover as Tyr stumbled in pain.

"You disgusting, worthless, kludge!" Tyr yelled in anger. He recovered from the blow rather quickly and turned his attention back to the young man.

KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! It wouldn't stop. It just kept repeating itself over and over in Tyr's mind, sending him into a blind rage. He saw only a blinding red and at that moment had no sense of right or wrong.

Harper staggered to his feet and tried to make it across the room, while still gasping for much needed oxygen. He was halfway to the far wall when he saw motion from the corner of his eye. He had the presence of mind to duck, and that probably saved his life, as a metal pipe flew through the air where his head had been microseconds earlier.

It's just not my day. Harper thought to himself.

Tyr, equipped with the lethal metal pipe, lashed out again. This time he aimed for Harper's midsection. The engineer avoided the hit by jumping back and crashing into a shelf of spare parts. The various tinker toys scattered across the floor as Harper collided into it, sending it crashing to the ground. He rolled with his own momentum and landed on the other side of the shelf amidst the pile of clutter on the floor. He pulled himself up with an audible groan. Everything was hurting, absolutely everything. He could feel tiny metallic parts had embedded themselves into his arms and legs when he fell and he thought his arm might be broken, it sure as hell felt that way. He looked up and felt his only sliver of hope; the comm unit on the far wall. Nearly there.

"Put up a fight you worthless Mudfoot!" Tyr growled in disgust while kicking his way through the stacks of broken machines.

"Oh, god." Harper muttered under his breath. He scrounged deep inside himself and somehow found the strength to pull himself out from the debris. With an unexpected burst of speed and energy he threw himself at the wall and hit the comm button.

"Dylan! Beka! Anyone! Help!" Harper shouted into the comm unit. He was about to say something else, but was stopped by the heavy metal pipe smashing into the comm unit, breaking it instantly.

Oh sh*t. Was all Harper thought as Tyr pulled his arm back once more, to strike another devestating blow.

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Dylan walked down the corridors of the Andromeda, completely unaware of what was going on only two decks below him. It had been a good week for him and his crew. They had signed another planet, gotten all the supplies they needed for quite awhile, and everything seemed to be going well among his crew. In fact everything was going so well, he didn't even know how he was going to spend the rest of the day. He thought he may challenge Tyr to a basketball game, but the Nietzschean had been in such a god awful mood he was reluctant to ask. He decided he should at least try. Just as he was about to ask Rommie Tyr's whereabouts, a message came through the shipwide intercom.

"Dylan! Beka! Anyone! Help!"

Dylan's eyes widened in shock and surprise as Harper's fear stricken, and panicked voice played, and was then abruptly cut off and replaced with static. He ran to the comm unit on the wall and activated it.

"Harper? Harper where are you?" He asked, concerning speeding up his voice. No reply. "Rommie, locate Harper."

"Harper is currently in Machine Shop 2." Rommie reported. Dylan was racing away even before she finished. He knew everyone else onboard had heard the message and knew someone had to have called security bots to the Machine Shop. He didn't waste time using the ladders that connected the decks, instead he jumped down the ladder shute and turned on his anti-grav units, falling fast, and safely to the next level.

Hold on Harper. He thought as he raced down the corridor. He was now on the right level, he just had to get to the Machine Shop.

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"Whoa!"

Harper flew out of the way as fast as he could to avoid the lethal swing of the metal pipe, but he wasn't fast enough. His world suddenly became a sea of black as the pipe struck him squarely on the back of the head, partially clipping his shoulder. He fell to the ground with an audible thud, and was unconscious before he hit.

Tyr glared at his now defenseless opponent and growled in his rage. The victory had done nothing to appease his anger, in fact the lack of a decent fight had enraged him quite well.

KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! The mantra in his head was relentless. He kicked several pieces of scrap metal in frustration, and threw the pipe into the wall with all the strength he could muster. A groan from the still unconscious Harper, caused him to focus his attention on him once more. As he looked at the engineer sprawled on the floor, completely unaware, his mind was assaulted with several images.

~Harper smiling cockily as he fixed their latest technical problem. Harper unplugging himself from the Andromeda at the last second and saving Tyr's life as he shot a Magog. The entire crew together ondeck, looking out the view screen.~

The images came and went so quickly it was maddening. Tyr growled in rage that he couldn't bring the memories up again and took his anger out on the closest thing. Harper.

Tyr pulled his leg back and kicked Harper in the ribs with bone crunching precision. Harper was still unconscious but he groaned painfully and then drew in several deep, wheezing breaths.

The action did nothing to make Tyr feel better. He drew his foot back again and was stopped in midkick. There was a sound of a weapon being charged and a flash of red, then Tyr fell to the ground unconscious.

Dylan stood in the doorway, forcelance in hand and at the ready in case Tyr somehow got up from the first hit. After several seconds, when he was certain the big man was indeed out of it, he moved to Harper's side.

"Harper?" Dylan asked with concern as he flipped the young man on his back. He felt slightly ill when he pulled his hand away from the back of Harper's head and found it covered in blood. "God, Harper. What the hell happened here?" He whispered under his breath. He knew the room must have been in privacy mode or Rommie would have stopped this much sooner than him, so he ran into the hall and hit the nearest comm unit.

"Medical Emergency, Machine Shop 2, on the double!" He ordered, and didn't wait for a response before rushing back into the room.

Dylan kept a weary eye on Tyr as he assessed Harper's injuries as best he could. There was the blood of course, he wasn't bleeding too badly but it was there nonetheless. He also noticed brutal, bright red marks on Harper's throat which suggested he'd been choked. He didn't doubt there were other injuries he couldn't see visually. What he couldn't figure out for the life of him was why Tyr would attack Harper in the first place. The two had been getting along amazingly well the last few weeks and Dylan doubted that this little confrontation could possibly go without reprecussions on the friendship. The medical bots finally arrived, followed closely by a very winded Beka. Dylan had no doubt she had run all the way down from the Command Deck. She took in the scene quickly and then joined him by Harper, who was now being moved by stretcher by the Medical bots.

"What the hell happened?" She asked in concern as she watched Harper being carried away, unconscious.

"Tyr." Dylan replied cryptically, his voice losing almost all emotion. The bots were getting ready to take Tyr away. Dylan stopped them and looked down on the man with a new sense of disdain. How or why he would have attacked Harper so fiercely is something he would have loved to know, as much as getting his Commonwealth.

"When you get him to the Medical Bay, restrain him immediately. Treat him while he's strapped down if you have to. Don't let him go." Dylan ordered. The bots responded accordingly and then continued to carry Tyr away.

"Tyr happened? Dylan what are you talking about?" Beka asked further.

"I don't know. I'll tell you what, I know too damn little about all this." They followed behind the bots all the way to the Medical Bay.

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Yes, I'm almost better. My writer's block seems to have cleared up nicely I think. If you guys want more, let me know. And thanks bunches for all the reviews already, they're greatly appreciated. Diana ^_^