Tyr heard the voice speak in his mind. It was the voice of his father, Barbarossa. It was the voice of his mother, Victoria. It was the voices of brothers, sister, aunts and uncles, cousins. It was the voices of the Kodiak. They started out a low murmur, slow and steady, they rose in strength and number until it was a great roar. It reverberated the walls of Tyr’s mind. Slowly, almost unnoticeably at first, it started to get quieter. Every repeat just a little softer but under those roaring voices, several voices repeated the phrase, getting stronger as the Kodiak were getting weaker. Tyr turned around, watching all sides. From within the Kodiak came seven shapes. Vaguely humanoid, Tyr realized that the louder chant was coming from them. As they approached, he noticed that they had an aura about them. Each bipedal being was surrounded by a color. Red. Blue. Green. Orange. Yellow. Purple. White. They came closer. Their voices grew louder until the Kodiak were drowned out. One was short and stocky. Another had a tail. Three appeared to be females. Some were slender and short, other tall and slender.

"Who are you?"

"You know who we are, Tyr Anasazi of the Clan Andromeda Ascendant."

"I am Tyr Anasazi of the Kodiak, not the Andromeda Ascendant." Tyr shouted, backing up carefully he nonetheless stumbled and fell back.

A loud shattering sound resounded in Tyr’s mind. Cracks appeared on the figures. The light green one moaned in fear. The white one’s cracked and whimpered. The red one suffered silently. The others projected various senses of hurt and fear.

The green one approached him carefully, "Tyr, Kodiak is dead. Do you not want the new Clan?"

"That doesn’t matter."

"Yes it does. If you join this new clan, then it will be the start of something wondrous. This clan will, if allowed, bring back the Commonwealth but not as it was but as it should be. If they fail, then the many races of the galaxies will give up and allow a descent into barbarism that will make the Fall look like a mere stumble. Please, Tyr, they need you if you are to survive. We need you. I need you." Green looked down at Tyr and knelt down.

"Who are you?"

"Don’t you know yet? Supermen?" the green being cocked his, Tyr definitely got a male feeling from that one, head and sent a wave of pleasure.

The red surrounded being leaned down. "Tyr. You know us don’t you?" A shaft of red light stretched out above and below his hand. "You know who we are." Red reached out, took Green’s shoulder and yanked him back.

"Dylan! No!" Tyr surged up and grabbed Red. A surge of power went up and down his arms as he threw Red to the side. Snarling in anger over Red throwing Green, Tyr said, "Harper... Seamus, are you ok?"

* * *

Harper shook his head as he walked down the corridor to the Medbay. Beka apparently thought he should wine and dine Tyr. He didn’t think the big guy was really into the romantic scene but hey it couldn’t hurt. Harper whistled a tune as he entered the Medbay. "Hey Trance, what are you up to, tail girl?"

"Oh. Harper. Could you do me a favor? Shinya gave Tyr the antidote about two hours ago. It looks like it’s working but I gotta go meet the Captain at the Valu ship. Can you watch him, if anything flashes red or gets really super high, call Rommie and she’ll get me. Ok? Bye." Trance ran out of the Medbay without looking back. Sure hope Beka is right about this.

* * *

Harper watched as the hyperactive purple girl bounced out of the Medbay. "Yeah, sure, why not?" Looking over at Tyr, he couldn’t help but go over and pull the sheet down a bit. Wonder if he likes snuggling and if I could convince him to let me try out that chest for a test drive?

Tyr moved restlessly on the bed. Harper pulled the sheet up fast. "Sorry, didn’t think you would get cold so fast." Pulling a chair up he sat beside Tyr, playing with his braids. "Maybe I’ll give you a shave. You are getting seriously shaggy." Harper reached for a bowl of water on a table next to the bed. Pulling a cloth out of the water, he wrung it out and wiped Tyr’s face. "What are you thinking about?"

* * *

An hour later and Trance still had not come back. Harper decided to put his Tyr staring to use and pulled out a stylus and pad from one of the drawers and started drawing Tyr. "You know you really are a wonderful model, maybe it’s because you can’t move but you are seriously ummm pen-genic?"

Tyr stirred and murmured something.

"Something wrong?" Harper got up and sat on the bed’s edge, leaning down to hear Tyr.

"Dylan! No!" Tyr surged up off the bed.

DYLAN! Always Dylan. Even now, he cries out for Dylan. In sorrow for a man who could not see that Hunt was merely playing with him, Harper closed his eyes.

"Harper..." Tyr snarled as he moved restlessly.

"Fine Tyr, I won’t bother you again. Have Dylan." Harper turned and ran to the door. Opening it, he almost collided with Rev Bem. "Hey Rev, I told Trance I would watch Tyr but I forgot I had to do something. Watch him for me. Bye." Harper left Rev stunned.

"Of course." 

* * *

Tyr opened his eyes to see Harper ducking out of the Medbay. Harper. Seamus. Soon.

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