The terror on deck eight hundred and twenty-two
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Tyr picked up the conversation in the hall as he steadied his pace.
"Now tell me the words to that song," Tyr exclaimed not knowing that he was alone in his quest to command.
"I order you to answer me!" he shouted not looking behind him.
"Fine be that way," he hissed and quickened his pace.
He was running down a corridor on deck eight when he noticed a particularly shiny bulkhead that was giving him dirty looks. He stopped abruptly and walked menacingly toward it. "Do you know who I am? I am Tyr Anasazi out of Barbarousa by Victoria, some time ago," he stated not catching his mistake. After an intense moment between Tyr and the bulkhead he remembered the song.
"Well I'll deal with you later," he spat, "right now I have more important things to do, like learn that song, I mean get to command." He quickly corrected himself.
"Little professor, little professor?" Tyr's voice waved as he turned to see no one there. At this he ran all the way to command with windmill arms.
"Okay," he shouted bursting onto command, "I am taking that, I mean her," he said pointed at the purple girl standing timidly at her station, "We will be Alpha Beta Zed. And you take her," Tyr said to Dylan pointing at Beka. "And you will be Omega Gamma Q."
Then turning to Rev he said, "And you dog… sit." And abruptly ran from command followed by Dylan.
"We're not going Tyr," Dylan stated firmly stopping Tyr in his tracks.
"How dare you defy a Kludge you little Uber!" he exclaimed dramatically. "We have to save the professor from the menacing bulkhead."
"Bulkhead," Dylan asked confused.
"The one on deck eight hundred and twenty-two," Tyr said.
"But that's no where near the machine shop seventeen –" Dylan began, "wait we don't have a deck eight hundred and twenty-two."
"I'm disappointed in you captain, surely you own ship," Tyr said and suddenly he began to dance.
"I know your ship better than you do, nana, nana booboo."
Dylan stood stunned as Beka walked out from command and Harper fell out of a corridor to the left.
Tyr gasped and ran to Harper grabbing his shoulders and declared:
"I was so afraid the magical faeries brought you to the bulkhead!"
"Parlez-Vous Français?" Harper questioned.
"OUI!" Tyr shouted excited beyond belief.
The two immediately began to converse in French Dylan noticing that they failed miserably.
Dylan decided after the shock of discovering that his engineer and weapons officer had gone completely bonkers that perhaps he should get them somewhere safe and soft. But lack of having an insane asylum on hand he settled for the next best thing, med deck.
"Hey boys," he began holding his hands up and walking slowly towards them. "What do you say to taking a stroll down to Medical?" Dylan suggested.
"As long as we don't go down deck eight hundred and twenty-two!" Tyr said Grabbing Harper in a bone-crushing grasp, "I can't risk losing him again!" Tyr wailed.
"Help!" Harper said weakly under Tyr's strength.
"Alright Tyr we won't go to deck eight hundred and twenty-two," Dylan said a look of concern on his face for his quickly paling engineer.
"Don't be ridiculous, Dylan, there is no deck eight hundred and twenty-two, surely you know your own ship," Tyr said letting go of Harper.
Harper fell to the ground and when he stood up he had his hand pressed firmly to his nose covering his eyes.
"Harper, are you okay?" Dylan asked.
"Yes," Harper stated hand still pressed flatly against his face.
"What are you doing?" Dylan asked with a glance at Beka who was equally stunned.
"Nothing!" he replied in a high squeaky voice.
"Really?" Dylan asked.
"Really!" came the squeaky answer, "I'm not lying, I swear."
Dylan glanced at Beka again, she gave him a confused look.
"You know," came Harper's voice again, "If I press hard enough on my nose when I lie it won't grow," Harper said indicating.
"Really?" Dylan asked again.
"Yup," Harper said proudly like when he's showing off a new machine he's built. "They'll never know a thing."
"Who won't?" Beka asked.
Harper froze. He lowered his hand slightly so his eyes were exposed but still held his nose.
"No one," Harper said scared looking at Beka.
"Alright," Beka said looking at Dylan for help.
In response Dylan simply pushed on the subject to get to medical, and the two agreed.
But as they left Dylan looked at Beka one last time undoubtedly gave Harper and Tyr the chance to plan this:
Dylan turned back, to the two were standing in front of him looking like an oddly matched Tweedledee and Tweedledum.
"Can you keep a secret?" they asked in unison.
"Yes," Dylan replied
Suddenly they giggled rapidly and stopped as suddenly as they began.
"Come closer-" Tyr said.
"-It's a secret," Harper finished.
Dylan leaned his head in and each put their mouths to one of his ears, taking a breath in they began to sing at the same time.
"A Sunday Sauna Squashed Banana, hee, hee, hee," and giggled insanely looking even more like Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Just then Holo-Rommie appeared between Dylan and them.
"Dylan-" was all she managed to say before Tyr and Harper let out ear-piercing screams and ran away in opposite directions. Seconds later the sound of footsteps grew louder from the direction Tyr gone as he came back into view and quickly disappeared the corridor had gone down still screaming hysterically.
Tbc…