"Wow, and I thought my hair looked weird," Harper snickered.

"This isn't funny, little man!" Tyr said in a rage.

Andromeda was watching this entire situation since it started, and she deceided to tell Tyr after he calmed down a bit. After a minute he stopped fumming. She sent her holo-avatar to tell him the bad news.

"Tyr? I thought you would like to know this, Paris set the sensors to record all the data and send it out in a wide beam transmission. I'm sorry, I can't stop it from transmitting." At this lastest revalation, Tyr's face turned a color to match parts of his skin.

"I. AM. GOING. TO. KILL. HER!" Tyr screeched in barely contained rage. He stomped out of the machine shop in search of Parisindy leaving a stunned Rommie, and a amused Harper.

"I... did he just.. screech?" Rommie asked Harper.

"I think so, I better find Parisindy and hide her from Tyr. This is the first time I've ever seen him lose it, and I sure as hell don't wanna be her right now." Harper ran out of shop 17.

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Parisindy ran around another corner tring to avoid the rapidly aproaching Tyr. Earlier she had stopped by the a disused crew quarter, and then a machine shop, grabbing some superglue from a drawer. Stopping to catch her breath in what looked like the Ops room, she put her lastest plan into action. Reaching back for the tube of glue that was in her pocket, she pulled it out and started spreading it around.

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Tyr could tell Paris was nearby, she was either in Ops or nearby in a room or corrider. Slowly he crept towards Ops, where the door was already wide open. Expecting another attack, Tyr was on full alert. He could hear her, near a corner of the room. He glanced in quickly, and postive that she was not armed and there were no traps such as the last one. Sweeping the room once more with his gaze he started across the room, intent on getting Paris back.

"Hey Tyr, no hard feeling, right?" Paris said nervously.

"Wrong." Tyr had almost finsihed his walk across the room.

"Your loss," Parisindy pulled a string that was in her hand, causing a medium sized box to fall from the ceiling. It dumped it's content all over Tyr. Using Rommie ECS Eviromental Control System Paris sent the air vents to keep the feathers from falling on Tyr's hair.

Tyr coughed, disturbing the white fluffy down that had fallen around him. "Feathers? You should have chosen a better weapon," he said with a smirk as he brushed the feathers off of him. His smirk disappeared when he realized that it was having no effect, and the feathers weren't moving. "What?" Tyr was speechless.

"Technically you've been 'Glued and Feathered'. It's very, very strong glue, and I happen to have the only solvent to it," Paris held up a small metalic tube. At this, Dylan, Rommie, Beka, Trance, and a last minute dignitary entered the Ops Deck "Hey Tyr, say hello to Archduke Charlemagne Bolivar!"

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TBC!