"Hey Tyr, say hello to Archduke Charlemagne Bolivar!" Parisindy looked past Tyr and waved.

"Don't try that old tactic on me, it will never work..." Tyr was interrupted by a loud clanging, his head turned slightly away from Paris and saw a air vent cover fall to the floor. A pair of boots emerge followed by cargo pants, a pink top, and a very green Harper. Now at that angle that Harper and Tyr were standing, they didn't see the Archduke yet.

After setting his eyes on Tyr, he started laughing till his sides hurt. Once he finally calmed down he ask, "What happened to you Tyr, fight a goose and loose?"

"Dude, Harper? What were you doing in the air duct thingy?"

"Well, Rommie told me we had some visitors onboard and Dylan was going to be around here. There is no way I was going to be seen by some grumpy old Ambassador like this, a lime green Haper-sicle with a cherry on top. I would have never heard the end of it. Anyway.. what are we standing here for, we gotta hurry before someone sees us. I dunno Tyr, you look better now that ..." this time Harper stopped talked. "What's so funny Paris?" Harper looked down at Paris, who was giggling so hard you couldn't even hear a sound. She pointed behind them. Both Tyr and Harper turned at the same time and collided into each other. A collective round of 'Ow's could be heard. Eventually they looked in the general direction of the door to Ops Deck.

I don't think there has ever been a more shocked Nieztschean in the whole galaxy. Tyr's mouth was hanging open with wide eyes. Harper's skin color changed from a healthy neon to a pale green. But the most hilarious scene was that near the door. Archduke Charlemagne Bolivar was sitting near a wall in tears from laughing so hard. Beka had turned red from trying to laugh quietly so as not to alert Tyr or Harper of her presence. Dylan and Rommie were trying to hold it together in a more or less High Guard manner, failing quite miserably. Trance was a very deep shade of purple, and after realizing that they knew she was there, she let loose with a round of high pitched giggles.

"Um, Tyr, I thinking we should leave before something else goes wrong." Tyr just nodded as they picked themselves up and made a quick exit through the Ops doorway.

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Once safely away from Parisindy and the Giggle Group, Harper thought only one thing. 'I have GOT to fix the slipstream generator controls.' "You know, if this keeps up, Andromeda will be in sparkly colored poka-dots, and Dylan zebra colored. Now Tyr, I know you probably want revenge or something.." Harper was cut off by Tyr.

"If my first attempt at revenge resulted in this," Tyr motioned to his feathered body, "then how do you suppose my next attempt will turn out? If you need any assistance in completing the repairs, inform me. I would be more than glad to get rid of her."

Andromeda's Holo-Avatar popped in front of them. "Harper, you look green, are you sick? Maybe its because of the overgrown chicken with blue hair standing next to you?" She paused a moment before continuing, " I think this is a perfect time for a picture."

"NO! Rommie, please, I'm begging you! What if some hot dame came onboard and likes me! I know you'll show her the picture..."

Holo-Andromeda smirked, "Thanks for the idea Harper, I'll keep that in mind." Suddenly turning serious Holo-Andromeda added, "Please hurry and fix the slipstream controls. I want to be ready if anyone attacks."

"Tell me something I don't know! I'm on my way to fix it, it'll be up and running in no time baby." Harper ran towards Shop-17 to continue repairs.

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TBC... I promise :)