Last time on Andromeda:

"Hey, who the frell are you, and how do you know the name of my module?"

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Tyr yanked out his gauss gun from it's holder at lightning speed while Harper and Paris ducked behind him.

"I'm from -Insert Town Name Here-, it's on Earth, eh?" Paris said from behind Tyr.

"Earth, like hell you are. Damn PeaceKeepers," John Chricton cocked his head to the left and yelled, "PILOT! Tell Aeyrn and D'Argo to get down here, we got three PeaceKeepers."

"Moya and I detected no signs of any Peace Keeper Patrols around here. I scanned the room and I'm getting interferance. I can see them, but they don't show up on any scans."

"Special Ops Pk's, oh yip... What the hesmana?" John looked closer at the trio. "Pilot, do you see that?"

"What? Whats wrong, eh?"

"Um, Paris, I can see through your shirt." Harper said stepping away from her.

Paris slapped Harper across the face.

"I didn't mean it that way, I meant I can see through you to the other side... of the room."

Parisindy looked down at her hands, "They look fine to me, eh? Dude, you're the one disapearing, not me."

Tyr turned around, still keeping his gun trained on John, "What are you two talking about, you both are disapearing." Tyr turned back forward, then did a double take. "WHY ARE YOU DISAPEARING?"

"The million dollar question, eh? Probably has somthing to do with the fact that this isn't our universe, eh?"

"I was going to say that," Harper complained.

"How do we get back," Tyr had already lowered his weapon since John had dropped his.

"I dunno, eh? Ask mister high I.Q. over there."

"Who me?"

"No, you."

"Me?"

"Yes you."

"Why me?"

"Because you just saved a bunch of money on car insurance by switching to Gieco, obviously you're the smart one."

"Okay, well then, just do whatever it was you were doing right before you came here. Now if you'll exscue me, Rygel is in the food stores." With that D'Argo turned to leave.

"When did he come in?" Harper asked.

"I have no idea." John answered confused, "And how did you know he saved money on car insurance?"

"He looked happy," Tyr replied.

"Well, lets hope he's right because this confersation is to confusing, and filled with too many comma's."

"Okay then, Mr. Wicked-Looking-Gun and Tyr leave the room. Tyr, enter in about three minutes, okay? Eh?"

After they left, harper turned and cleared his throat. "You know he's gonna get you back for that right? There are like only two, no, three, um wait, four things that you should never make fun of about Tyr. One is his Pride. Two is his Genetics. Three is his personal pride. And last, but not least, is Four. Never mess around with Tyr's hair. You only got was with number three because if he attempted to get you back right away, you more than likely would have ingured his pride further. That, and you were the only one who could remove the feathers, and paint. But you played that card a bit to soon, and, um, you won't be in safety till we get you back to your own time. But trust me, I'm great at hidding from Tyr, he'll never find..." Harper trailed off as the entire room seemed to flash blue just as Tyr entered.

- New Place -

"Dude, that was wicked awesome, eh?" Parisindy said while looking around the room they 'transported' into.

"Yea, well, anymore of that and I'll see last weeks lunch."

"Ehem, excuse me, what are you doing on my T.A.R.D.I.S?"

"Oh crap," Harper whined as Tyr brought his gun back up once more.

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TBC ... )