Five months passed, and Harper was making slow progress on the machine, as he was getting very few visions by the nebula aliens. There were times, when he wondered why he spent so much of his free time on some project that some aliens who live on a nebula requested. Well, he did like the challenge, and they were quite helpful, though still annoyingly mysterious at times. However, suddenly, after a one-month vision vacation, Harper found himself in that white room.

"What is it this time?" Harper said, kinda grouchy as he was tired. "I hope this 'call' is to give me advice on the machine."

"You no longer need advice, for now." The Trance prophet said.

"What?" Harper was surprised and getting a bit mad. "How in the heck am I gonna do it?"

"The journey is more important than the destination" the Rev prophet said.

"Yeah, whatever."

"The Harper must work things out for himself." Now, it was the Dylan prophet talking. "For now, we need you to do another mission."

"What do you guys want?" Harper was not looking forward to this.

"You must prevent the signing of Eloas to the Commonwealth" it was now the Tyr prophet's turn to talk. It was a planet that was thinking of signing the charter.

"Why?"

"Because they are not ready"

Harper just sighed.

"Dylan would never agree to this" He knew that Dylan would not listen to him.

"Dylan does not factor into this" the Tyr prophet replied.

"Easy for you to say"

"The Harper has skills, he should use them on this mission" It was the Trance prophet again.

"Oookaaaay. Why should I do this? "

" The stakes are high" The Tyr prophet reappeared.

"You guys are worse than Trance in the whole mysterious thing." He commented. "Besides, why must you guys appear as people I know? It's kinda weird." He asked that question now, as it was starting to get odd seeing the faces and voices of people he knows telling him to do out there stuff.

"The Harper forgets that we are non corporeal" replied the Tyr prophet.

"Oh yeah. Sorry, I'm kinda tired"

" and why do you sometimes refer to me in the third person" At first, he found it odd, but it was starting to irritate.

"Talking the corporeal way is not natural to us, and the third person, as you call it, is often easier."

"I see."

"The Harper must utilize his talents to their maximum" the Dylan prophet advised, before Harper again found himself back at the machine shop, where he thought about whether or not to do this mission for the prophets. On one hand, he did not want to betray the mission, nor his Andromeda friends, but on the other, the nebula aliens seemed to know stuff about the future.

"Well" he thought to himself "Postponing the signing of one measly planet could not hurt the mission, but, that planet has no power whatsoever. Why should the nebula aliens give a damn? What if they are doing this to see if I'd be willing to be an errand boy for them? Screw this, I'm not gonna prevent anything."

However, the nebula aliens had different plans.

During the signing ceremony, Harper, who was seated at the front row of the audience section, found himself having visions of darkness, evil and suffering surrounding Eloas and nearby planets to the point where the devastation, and suffering Harper had seen on Earth paled in comparison. He knew that the nebula aliens were telling him that if Eloas signed the charter now, this would be the future.

Just as the President of the planet was about to sign, Harper quickly ran to the podium, got the charter/contract, and ripped it in half.

"Eloas can't join the commonwealth!!!" He yelled as he was restrained by the president's secret service. They hadn't acted before because they thought that Harper, whom they knew was a part of the Andromeda crew, was doing something legitimate.

"Darkness will follow it if it does so too soon!" Everyone in the audience was looking at Harper as if he were crazy.

Dylan, for his part, had a look of shock, then restrained anger and embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. President. My engineer meant you no harm. He's been under a lot of strain lately, but I assure you, he will pay the consequences of his actions."

"Let him go" the president ordered, " If he had wanted to kill me, he would not have gone for the charter"

So they did.

"Do you have anything to say Mr. Harper?" Dylan asked.

"I'm sorry for being so dramatic, but in the long run, it's the best thing" he replied, knowing that it didn't really sound like him."

This rather offended both Dylan, who was rubbing his face, and the President.

Rommie, suddenly came up to them.

"Take him to the brig" Dylan ordered.

And so she escorted him there.

They did not say anything for a bit, and Rommie kept glaring at Harper.

"How could you do this? Rommie asked angrily, " Don't you realize all the negotiating Dylan had to do to get Eloas to even think about signing the charter?"

"The nebula aliens gave me visions, that told me that suffering and darkness would come to Eloas if they signed the charter right now."

"They know the future? How can you be sure?"

"I just do, okay."

"That's not good enough, especially for what you just did."

"I'm sorry, but I had to do it"

Soon, Harper was in his brig cell, thinking about what he just did.

He had trouble believing that he just interrupted such a solemn occasion in such a manner. However, it was what had to be done. The visions had made quite an impact on him, and they still disturbed him. A while later, Dylan came to see him. He seemed calm, but Harper knew that it was one of his 'I'm pissed, but I'm trying not to show it' calms

"So, Mr. Harper, Rommie told me that the nebula aliens gave you visions of the future."

"Yeah"

"and with these visions you concluded that it would spell nothing but disaster if Eloas signed the charter?"

"Yeah"

"What did you see in those visions?"

"Lots of people suffering, darkness, surrounding Eloas, and the nearby planets."

"What kind of suffering"

"It's hard to describe"

Dylan took a deep breath and rubbed the side of his face.

"Be more specific"

"I can't."

Dylan took another deep breath.

"Look, Dylan, I'm sorry for what I did, but it had to be done"

"Why didn't you talk to me about your doubts?" Dylan asked

"The nebula aliens asked to me stop the signing, but I didn't want to help them, cause they didn't show me any good proof, and then I got the visions at the last minute"

"I see."

"So, what's up with the government?"

" It decided to wait a while, mostly because your little act caused controversy." Dylan answered.

"I see"

"Well, I have duties to attend to. You will stay here, until further notice"

"But why? I didn't do it out of malice"

"There were better ways for you to have expressed your concern. Furthermore, what you did might have adversely affected the reputation of the commonwealth."

"But I didn't have any concerns until the last minute!" Harper said frustrated by Dylan's lack of understanding.

"You could have made up an excuse, to get me aside before the president signed or tried to sign the charter."

"But you would have made me wait until after the ceremony"

"You don't know that for sure"

"and that's way I did what I did!"

"Look, just stay here, until I say otherwise, okay?" Dylan's anger was starting to show and he left the cell in a huff.

A few hours later, Holo-Andromeda suddenly appeared.

"Would you like something for dinner?" she asked.

"Sparky cola, Dodian ham and Mikia chips."

"Fine. I'll have one of the bots get that for you."

After eating his dinner, Beka came in. She was rather angry as well.

"What the hell were you thinking?" she asked.

"Didn't Rommie tell you?"

"yeah, yeah, these nebula aliens gave you visions of the future." She answered, "Couldn't you have found a less nutty way to get your point across?"

"No. I got the visions at the last minute and no one would have listened to me otherwise"

"I see." She did not know what to say.

A week later, Harper was let out of the brig.