cid: (looks up to the reviews) I'm glad you are all enjoying this. Hey! Having a map really does help! I thought people would get sick of it, a whole load of rambles by some mad scot chick. I'll try to update more often! Really, I have a third chapter of 'I am death' on the go bt I think it stands ok as a two piece.

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"What have you done now?" Tyr muttered under his breath.

Crawling around in the small access tube was never his idea of a fun time. It was more of the little professor's vision of a good day.

Sephiroth followed close behind him, muttering about how dusty the crawl way was. He kept catching his hair in his hands as he crawled.

Maybe I should get my hair cut. I mean, think of the split ends…the avatar always found it a struggle to keep his mind occupied on a single subject. The original captain, Parisindy, had always soothed his mind.

She had been one hell of a woman. Extremely funny and intelligent, she enjoyed the simple things in life.

It had killed him to do what he had been programmed to do. What he didn't understand was as to why Angel had wanted to kill the woman.

Like any other time he had thought about, he pushed it back into his memory banks. At the moment, he had bigger things pressing.

Like, why wasn't Angel talking to him and why did they have a sudden power loss? What on earth was the damn female up to?

He had to react quickly to stop himself from crashing into Tyr, perhaps he should of went first? He did know where he was going after all. He knew the ins and outs of the vessel, spending over three hundred years in the same place meant you found the interesting places quickly.

"Mr Harper?" Sephiroth called out.

No answer. Not from Harper or from the Angel. Normally, he didn't feel fear like the organics that had served on Angel. He had been programmed to rise above it.

He was alone for one of the first time in his existence. Angel had never been so quiet for so long. What had Harper done? Shouldn't he of said something if he was taking the ship off line?

Focus, you have to find Harper, there will be a simple explanation to this, his mind kept turning over the various possible answer.

"We're almost at the access port where Harper was last working at," Sephiroth chimed up, "We shouldn't be long in finding him."

Tyr nodded, wishing he had never encountered the Andromeda and the dreadful bore that was Dylan Hunt. Ever since he had joined forces with the human, he had done nothing selfish. Everything he had done was to benefit others.

It sickened him. He was far more superior to those he was forced to work with. However, in saying that, his inferiors had on more than one occasion proved to be far more intelligent than credited. Especially the little professor.

His excellent hearing heard what sounded like a cry of pain. Very faint but near by. Sephiroth's words haunted his mind, 'if he is injured, perhaps a friendly face would calm him'.

How could the boy be injured? There was no one left on this vessel. Sephiroth had been with him all the time while Harper had went to fix the various problems the ship had.

A few moments later they arrived at the small area. Tyr assumed at first he was still hooked in to the ship but the smell of singed flesh was stronger in here. Tyr could see the tiny little electrical pulses racing through the cord plugged into his neck.

The large Nietzchean carefully and gracefully crawled out of the crawl way, leaving enough room for the avatar to get in. Harper moaned softly as the pulses kept charging into his small form.

Tyr frowned, "I should of known better to leave you by yourself."

He was about to touch the engineer's data port to remove the wire when Sephiroth took hold of his wrist tightly, somehow avoiding the bone spurs.

"I wouldn't do that. You wouldn't like your dreadlocks becoming fuzzy ropes now would we?"

Sephiroth carefully moved to where Harper was sitting, letting go of Tyr. He leant forward, trying to get a closer look at the data port and the wire that was connected to it. What exactly were they up to? What was this?

"What is this?"

"What?" Tyr lied.

"This," Sephiroth pointed to the silver implant disc.

For that, Tyr had no answer but his long term survival depended on Harper, "That is not of any importance. We must get Harper to the Andromeda medical bay."

The avatar took hold of the small thin wire, ignoring the pain signals that were shooting up through his hands. Parisindy had this thing about him not touching any live wires. It didn't harm him, it annoyed the hell out of him but no actual harm ever came. Organics were really quite paranoid when it came to danger.

Harper whimpered as Sephiroth pulled the connecting end out of his neck. Mentally, Harper screamed at his own body. Why wasn't it doing what he said? Oh, yeah, that was right.

He couldn't feel anything or see anything. It was like he was blind but all he knew was that Angel was in charge. She had jumped ship, she was going to use him for her schemes. What ever they may be.

She had control over his body and for once, he was kinda glad that he was so small and weak. It meant that Tyr and the others could easily subdue him if the Angel got outta line.

Tyr watched as Sephiroth very slowly pulled the cord out. He would of just pulled the offending wire right out.

"Just pull it out!" Tyr growled, "Can't you see how much pain you are causing him?"

If I just yanked it out, I could do more harm than good, usually he would of used the Angel's internal systems to check the human's vital signs but she was off line.

"What happened?" Tyr asked again.

"Well, we've been having some pretty bad power surges. It started when we passed by a huge electric nebula," Sephiroth truthfully admitted, "Perhaps he got caught in one?"

Had Tyr of been of the inferior human persuasion he would of placed a hand on his forehead. Things had been going good for a while. The ship hadn't encountered any threats to his survival and had had a very lucky streak.

Though he had been wondering as to when the lucky run would end. He didn't expect it to end like this.

"Let's just get him back to the ship," Tyr said.

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That was like extracting teeth. Damn writer block.