Harper watched Trance leave the room for ... whatever then slid off the med bed and pulled the monitor over to the doors. Opening the doors, he checked to make sure no one was around, then pulled the adhesive that kept the feed wire attached to him. "Ouch."
"Harper." Andromeda appeared. "Get back in bed."
He ran.
"Harper!" Andromeda called after him. "You're not well."
"I'm free!" He sang and tore off his med gown. "Got to be free!"
"Harper, put your clothes back on." Andromeda admonished while trying not to smile inside her matrix at the sight of her engineer streaking down her corridor. She sighed and ordered a few of her droids to catch him then told her Avatar what was happening. Beka was nearby and ran to intercept him but missed.
Meanwhile ... at the party ... for honored Jaguar-Sabre diplomats and other people ...
Dylan listened to Rommie then eyed their two hundred guests. "Catch him and get him back to med deck." He ordered then smiled.
Rommie nodded then headed for the door. It would take more then her ship self and a few droid to catch her engineer. She was almost to the doors when her ship self told her that Harper was almost there. "Lock the doors." She ordered only to realize she'd spoken out loud.
Three Nietzscheans heard her and immediately objected, loudly, to being locked in the Obs deck. Very quickly everyone knew and Dylan was frowning at her.
"What is going on?" Tyr asked quietly from behind her.
"Harper is outside the doors, naked." She whispered.
"That foolish boy." Tyr growled in annoyance.
"Rommie, unlock and open the doors." Dylan ordered.
"Sir, ..."
"That is an order." Dylan pressed.
Tyr chuckled at Rommie's groan then starred, open mouthed as the doors opened and Harper fell in.
The engineer jumped up, arms wide. "The Harper has arrived! Let the party begin! No need to rush, there's more then enough to go around. Well, Helloooo there pretty ..."
Tyr winced at the slap and fought the urge to laugh then moved forward to save the fevered and intoxicated engineer from the husband of the lady who'd just left her hand print.
"Heah, there, nice package."Harper grinned at the husband. "Dress left, huh."
"He is suffering from Calvarin toxin. He meant no disrespect." Tyr stopped the Jaguar from ripping Harper's head off.
"Tyr!" Harper promptly forgot about hitting on the men and woman. "Tyr, my favorite Nietche ... un." He swayed then laughed at his unjoke. "Get it? Nietche." He laughed some more then grabbed on to Tyr as he collapsed. "Cold."
Tyr caught him and motioned to the lounge. "Give me that throw!" He ordered.
"Cold. Tyr, I'm so cold."
"I know." He wrapped him in the throw and scooped him up.
"What's going on?" Harper slurred, disoriented.
"Nothing important." He promised then meet Trance as she finally arrived.
"I only left him for a minute."
"Fifty-eight seconds too long." Beka joined them. "I forgot how quick he is."
Tyr nodded to Dylan and Charlemagne then walked out.
"Calverin toxin?" Someone mumbled.
"Yes, yes, you were telling me that your engineer caught a saboteur." Charlemagne spoke. "I'm surprised he's alive."
"Tyr was there and washed him quickly." Dylan explained.
"I'm hot." Harper complained. "Let me go!"
"No."
"God, I'm horny."
"Be silent."
"Heah, Babe alert!" Harper jerked up over Tyr's shoulder to lear at a female. "Oh, don't mind Tyr, he's cool. Heah we could double date! Oh come, Tyr, let me go. She likes me." He whined as the doors to Obs closed.
the end